#man i am going to fall off so many of those fuckin islands. i can feel it

[blueskittlesart]

skyfall

[pixie-cocaine]

ATEEZ Reaction To: Catching them off-guard by being naked

Hii, I've noticed your requests are open. And i've been seeing your Ateez reactions recently, which are amazing. :D I just wondered, do you think you could do an Ateez reaction where their S.O. walks into the room naked while they are playing a game, working on music etc? (Kind of like that new Tik tok trend going around atm) x

Guuurl, sorry I waited so long to actually do something about this ask lol, but hopefully this will make you happy :)

Songs Listened To: X by CODE KUNST + LEE HI, FXXK It by BIGBANG, Dante’s Creek by THEY + DEAN, Baby Don’t Stop by NCT, Love Talk - Wayv, A Little Death by The Neighborhood

Hongjoong ♡:

• This man was straight vibing and your sneaky ass just HAD to do something

• “Joong.”

• “Yeah?” he didn’t look up from the small journal, with which he was jotting down lyrics for a future song he was to produce for

• He kept his eyes trained on the pages

• And uh-uh, that wouldn’t do 😤

• You rolled your eyes and waltzed over to the boy, putting a hand on the shoulder of the chair so you could swing him around to face you, an eyebrow raised

• “Look at me.”

• And he sure as hell did dafdsaffwq

• Face said :O

• Doesn’t matter how many times he sees your nude body, still looks like a kid in a candy store lol

• To say he was completely distracted would be a huge understatement

• Hanky panky in his mini studio? Yessir

Seonghwa ♡:

• Looking at this gif and listening to a slowed sexy song is gonna kill me istg

• Also, who let him act like a little hoe in their comeback? Keep your shirt down, mister, it’s not safe

• Gorl has nothing to do in his sparetime because he’s not too big of a gAMeR, but he does like to play phone games when he’s especially bored

• Would probably be playing like fuckin uhhhh candy crush or something when you said “lemme do sum a lil crazy 😌💅“

• You were kinda just curious to see what his reaction would be if you showed up witcha tiddies out

• So you got out the shower and half-assedly threw on a silk robe that Hwa got you for your birthday, not tying it or anything, but rather letting it slip off your damp shoulders while the front sat open and displayed your body for all to see

• His reaction when you leant against the doorframe and fake pouted?

• Immediate 📉

• Everday and night he’s gon chase you frfr

• “C’mere...,” He’d mumble, tossing his phone to the side 

• Level thirty-seven could wait ;)

Yunho ♡:

• Playing pc games at home is one of his favorite things to do (He’s even said so)

• PC games are his go-to when he gets bored of console

• So he’s constantly in his lil gaming room so that if you’re ever sleeping, he doesn’t wake you up

• He was on a multiuplayer session of Valorant when you decided to ruin his gaymer grind

• F in the chat boys

• “Yunho?”

• “Yes?” He stops his hastily typed directions to his game buddies in favor of giving you a quick glance from his chair, and has to look over again to make sure he's seeing things right

• Yeah, he was definitely seeing the pretty rise of your breasts and smoothness of your thighs, revealed from the towel now on the floor, right. Especially the way both of those lovely attributes were becoming larger as you approached him

��� "W-woah!" He rushes to shield his eyes, though you only giggle and swivel his chair around in order to straddle him, removing his hands from his face

• "What? Am I too repulsive to?"

• "No! No it's just...," Yunho trails off, letting out a shaky breath and trying his best to not stare so obviously. Literally just paying attention at anything but what you wanted him to

• You only grin, tilting his chin to you face you head-on, "It's ok to look, baby. Don't be so shy"

• a forgotten game and heated chair sex is what would lead to your surprise

• kiss kiss for baby 😘

Yeosang ♡:

• We need more Yeosang gifs, this is ridiculous y'all ;(. Also, we're just... Not gonna talk about San on the side 💀

• Oh oh! And Yeosang getting bolder on stage is my favorite thing

• soooo snowboarding

• Yeosang said he likes to do that in his free time

• He'd just got a new custom board, which the front had lovely baby blue dripping forest face and the meaning of his name painted in black for the back, "Sound Resonating From A High Point."

• He was waxing it in the kitchen with it sat atop the island for easier space when he felt your arms slide around his waist, to which he smiled at, still continuing his work

• "Hello there," he mused

• "Baby, what would you do if I told you I was naked?"

• bitch hUH??

• He really did not waste time with turning in your hold and IMMEDIATELY looking down to see what you're wearing

• He chuckles upon , giving a cat whistle before bending down to set you on top of the counter

• "What's this for?"

• "Bored," you purse your lips, allowing yourself to lean back on your forearms as you spread your legs, "And you seemed like a good time-passer"

• Yeosang hums, falling to his knees easily enough and pulling you towards the edge of the island, then presses an affectionate kiss to your inner thigh

• "Fair enough"

San ♡:

• San likes to spiffy up on his English, which is still pretty hard for him even if you assure him that he's doing just fine when he speaks it around your family

• That being said, you'll sometimes catch him at the table with a textbook in front of him and a language journal by the side that he uses to write small romanizations

• You were particularly bored today. And damn, was San looking good with his messy black hair and shirtless torso. He never really did wear shirts around the house.

• "Sannie," You sang from the doorframe, fresh out of the shower and a bit sexually frustrated considering San hadn't touched you for a couple weeks due to your busy schedule

• He hummed in acknowledgement, jotting something down in the journal as he alternated between both the book and notebook

• You knew he was busy but his English really wasn't bad, so it didn't need to be now. It could wait a bit longer

• Sighing, you drop the towel from your body and fling it at San, which makes him jump and pull it from off of his head, looking towards you immediately and gasping

• You put a hand on your hip, giggling at how he tries to calm himself down

• lol goofy boy

• "C'mon, I know you're tired, I can help you relax," you gesture with a finger in a beckoning motion, and like he was already planning on it, he hops up from his seat and follows you back to the bedroom

• sorry if this was kinda boring lol, let's just San could have literally any reaction and frankly, this is probably the most tame he would be

Mingi ♡:

• Like Yunho in a lot of ways

• He does like to play games (probably PC, too), so you already know he'd be mashing that controller in the living room lol

• "Aww man, are you kidding me!?"

• Mingi gets shy, especially when it comes to you, so when you decided it'd be a good idea to step in front of the screen while he was playing Zelda with the towel around your body held open, he was a visual representation of keyboard mashing

• "Woah—Ohmygod-" [insert Minnie baby accidentally throwing his controller in his haste to cover his eyes]

• "You don't want me?" You ask, pouting and tilting your head

• His response is spreading two of the fingers across his eyes to peek, nodding his head frantically but trying to find the right words so he doesn't make you sad, "You just scared me is all! I don't wanna be rude by looking when you don't want me to or anything..."

• He takes his fingers away to hold them out instead, making grabby hands until you smile and crawl into them, in turn, climbing on top of his lap and letting him press his face into the valley between your breasts so he could kiss the skin there while looking at you

• "I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong idea," he mumbles, nuzzling his head farther down

• "No baby, you're fine," You reassure him with a hand ruffling the strands of his hair

• sweet hanky panky alert 🚨 sweet hanky panky alert 🚨

Wooyoung ♡:

• it's the large ass gif of Woo and his ponytail for me

• Oh and yeah, I know this doesn't quite fit theme of YOU walking in on them to flash your boobies but you're gonna keep your mouth shut and pretend it does 😏

• Another gamer.. damn this is getting repetitive

• hmmm

• Dance practice it is! 😃

• Woo doesn't like repeatedly practicing the same moves over and over again, but he did like the progress he made with each re-do, so he supposes he'll bear with the exhaustion

• Well.. obviously not now, because he's just walking through the bedroom door when he finally registers that you're sitting on the bed, lying on your stomach and scrolling through your phone with a leg raising your body go the side

• You snap your head to look at him, "Ah, there you are," you grin, pushing yourself up to a sitting position, "Thought you were gonna come home late again"

• Wooyoung let's out a snort as he closes the door behind him and drops his dance bag to the side, already taking his inky black hair out of the ponytail it was previously in and shaking it loose

• "What a nice surprise"

Jongho ♡:

• No thoughts, only buff babie

• And how he sung "sex in the morning baby" with a scary amount of aggression

• lol it makes sense that sweetie likes to play racing games on his computer

• LITerally so precious ;(

• Same trope (yes I'm a disappointment); Jongie plopped onto his lil chair with a fluffy blanket around his shoulders and headphones on that cute little head of his

• He said "I love playing car games, vroom vroom y'all 😤"

• And you said "I love playing surprise games, yes yes 😈"

• Gorl, when I tell you he squeaked out of surprise at how you turned his chair around to face you ;(

• "Uhh... Am I- Am I supposed to be looking?" He stammers, eyebrows raised and eyes locked on your bare front

• "By all means, baby," you purr, shaking your head with a familiar fondness at the boy in awe before you

• Just like Joong, he never tires of seeing you naked. He loves looking at you when you're nude, because it's when he can appreciate all aspects of you

• "Hang on, let me pause the game, I'll meet you in the bedroom"

• Getting intimate with Jongho is quite easy. He'll pretty much always say yes to sex, and it's pretty casual when you hint at it

[365days365movies]

March 12, 2021: Jason and the Argonauts (1963) (Part One)

I am so goddamn excited for this one.

Back to Greek mythology, my first mythological love! And not just Greek mythology, because this...THIS...this is the first true Avengers story. Oh, yeah, like The Avengers.

After all, mythology produced the first equivalent of our modern superheroes, with demigods and legends that wield fantastic abilities and powerful items to fight the forces of evil. I mean, it’s the most superhero thing I can think of, and it’s literally a story as old as time. Fact of the matter is, I love superheroes, and I love mythology. Which is why I’m excited to finally see an adaptation of one of the biggest superhero team-up stories ever: Jason and the Argonauts!

See, it all starts with Hera, queen of the Olympians and petty as FUCK.

See, the newly (and wrongfully) ascended king of Iolcus, Pelias, honored the gods after stealing the throne from his brother. Well, all of the gods except Hera. So, Hera, rightfully pissed off, decides to fuck Pelias over by recruiting his nephew, Jason. Jason’s a naturally hot blonde kid who was raised by the centaur Chiron, also making him wise...theoretically.

Hera tests this kid, and he passes, so she gives him her favor, and tells him to fuck up his uncle. Jason arrives in Iolcus, and demands the throne from Pelias. His uncle agrees, IF he can bring back the Golden Fleece, a legendary treasure that is guarded by a vicious monster and a zealous king. Pelias didn’t think Jason had any chance, but Jason had the gods on his side. They sent their best subjects to his aid, and Jason procured an awesome ship, the Argo. So, who’s coming to help? Oh, you ready for this? ARGONAUTS ASSEMBLE

Now there are anywhere between 46-85 heroes that are assembled in the Argonauts, with different members in different iterations of the myth. But the big members are:

Heracles, son of Zeus, with the strength of a thousand men

Orpheus, son of the muse Calliope, and master musician

Calais and Zetes, sons of the North Wind, with the ability to fly upon it

Atalanta, the swift-footed huntress, and only female member

Castor and Pollux, twin half-brothers (yeah, really) and horse-riders

Theseus, son of Poseidon, and slayer of the Minotaur

Tip of the iceberg there, but you get the point: we’ve got a superhero team on our hands! And these heroes would perform MANY great deeds on their journey to the Fleece. They fought the Harpies to defend an oracle, they passed the dangerous Clashing Rocks, they battled the Stymphalian Birds, with feathers of metal. Sirens, fire-breathing bulls, and a giant bronze man named Talos.

Different one. Eventually, they procured the Golden Fleece on the island of Colchis, where they fought a dragon with a help of the young sorceress (and niece of Circe), Medea. She fell in love with Jason, and the two fled the island, married, and had twins. Only for Medea to reveal herself as a stone-cold sociopath, and only for Jason to ditch her for another woman. That goes...VERY badly for Jason. Breaking off his marriage pisses off Hera, THE GODDESS OF MARRIAGE, and he dies sad and alone after Medea does...Medea does a lot, I’ll just leave it at that. Jason, completely fucked at that point, takes a nap at the foot of the now rotting Argo, which collapses on top of him and kills him.

For the record, I truncated that story A LOT. There’s a lot to it, but I have a movie to watch, goddamit! And I’m really excited because this is my first Harryhausen movie! You know, Ray Harryhausen, one of the early greats of practical special effects in film? A specialist in stop-motion from its earliest days, he revolutionizes the art throughout films in the 1950s and 1960s, with this one being one of the most successful. You’ve definitely seen his influence, from stuff that he’s done directly...

...to those inspired by him and his methodology...

...to the arts that were descended indirectly from his groundbreaking effects.

Oh yeah, I’m fucking GOING THERE. Fun fact: Ray Winston Studios, a stop-motion group active during the ‘80s and ‘90s, and a descendant of Harryhausen’s works, were originally going to do the animation for the dinosaurs in this movie, in Claymation. However, the recent advent of advanced animatronics, alongside ILM’s founding, caused them to take some of those principles, and apply them to CGI and animatronics. So, yeah, I’m claiming an indirect connection here!

Anyway, enough being a nerd, LET’S WATCH THE GODDAMN MOVIE! SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

Recap (1/2)

As the bombastic and epic score plays, the credits role of a Greek-style fresco, detailing the various adventures of the Argonauts. And before the movie starts, I come to a realization: there is a high chance that I’m going to hate this movie’s inaccuracies to Greek mythology. It’s not impossible. I’m real persnickety about my mythology adaptations, just warning you all now. I’ll probably get into it in this Recap, too. Full goddamn warning.

We begin with a seer, reading the future for the treacherous Pelias (Douglas Witmer). He sees first a Golden Fleece at the end of the world, but Pelias ignores this, and asks of his upcoming conquest of the kingdom of...Thessaly. Not, uh...not Iolcus. Mmmkay.

The seer fortells that Pelias will seize the throne, by force, from his brother and the king of Thessaly...Aristo...not Aeson. OK then. The seer says that he will be successful, but will eventually fall to one of Aristo’s kids, who will take his throne. He has two daughters, Philomena and Briseis, and one son, Jason. Looks like they’re gonna die, too.

The invasion begins! Amongst the chaos, Briseis (Davina Taylor) takes her baby sister, Philomena, into the temple of Hera, and pleads to her for her protection. However, they’re found by Pelias, who asks who she is. He’s interrupted by a priestess of Hera, who claims that the Queen Goddess has answered the girl’s prayer for protection.

Pelias responds in kind.

Well...I’m sure that’s gonna piss off Hera. He claims it to be the will of Zeus, but she states that it is his will, not Zeus’. The gods have abandoned him, and he will one day fall to a one-sandaled man, Jason. And as the woman reveals this...she disappears. Nice. FUCKIN’ NICE.

This “priestess” is Hera (Honor Blackman), of course. She goes to her husband, Zeus (Niall MacGinnis), and asks if he ordered Pelias to destroy and profane her temple. He says no, as that was Pelias’ attempt to stave off his inevitable fall by Jason. However, Jason has escaped Pelias’ wrath, as has his sister Philomena. Hera decided, however, that she wants to take down Pelias, and Jason is the best was for that to happen. Hence, she wishes to sponsor Jason.

However, Zeus, being the classic misogynist, says that he will allow it, but she may only help Jason 5 times, once for each time that the fallen Briseis prayed to her. She agrees, and waits 20 years to start fuckin’ with Pelias. Pelias, meanwhile, is growing more paranoid over the one-sandaled man prophecy that Hera gave him.

One day, on the bank of a river, Hera appears to make Pelias fall off of his horse into the river. He’s saved from drowning by a young man, who loses his sandal in the process. This is, of course, Jason (Todd Armstrong), who was already on his way to see Pelias for some reason.

For the record, this is an adaptation of the original story, in which Hera disguises herself as an old beggar-woman, and Jason proves himself to her by helping her across the river, after which she gives him her favor. To be honest, I like this a bit more, or at least as much.

Pelias brings Jason back to a camp for a celebration, with him as an honored guest. Jason reveals exactly who he is, and that he was raised outside of the city by one of his father’s loyal soldiers. He has come to reclaim his right place as king of Thessaly, and to restore it to it’s rightful glory. However, Pelias hasn’t revealed himself as king, and asks Jason how he plans to accomplish these feats. Jason replies with his ultimate plan: obtain the Golden Fleece.

Here’s the deal about the Golden Fleece. One of the most legendary items in Greek mythology, the fleece is essentially a symbol of royalty, and is the coat of a ram with wings found on the island of Colchis. Now, the meaning of the fleece has long been debated, with the main consensus stating that it’s a symbol of royalty. However, some claim that it’s a symbol of prosperous farming (golden grains of wheat), the forgiveness of the gods for some unknown deed, Zeus in the form of a ram, or simply the promise of the unknown at the edge of the world.

What it DEFINITELY ISN’T is a magical healing garment, as Jason claims it to be. But OK, whatever, we need a good reason to get the Fleece, sure. Pelias, not revealing himself, says that Jason should try to get the Fleece, with a boat and a crew, and bring it back to Thessaly, returning and killing Pelias in order to take the throne. Of course, Pelias thinks that this is impossible, which he says to his son Acastus (Gary Raymond). He also knows that if he kills Jason, he it will mean his own destruction, as Hera told him.

Jason goes to ponder this journey, only to encounter the seer. The seer asks if he has come to pray to the gods, to which Jason states that he doesn’t believe in them, nor does he have cause to. The seer offers to give him that cause, and reveals himself as Hermes (Michael Gwynn), the swift-footed messenger god, god of medicine, and trickster god of the Olympians.

Hermes isn’t usually directly involved in the myths of Jason, but that’s OK. He also does something particularly unusual, and brings Jason TO Olympus to meet the Gods themselves. Which, uh...yeah, hot damn. Zeus and the rest arranged for Hermes to bring Jason to them. They ask how they can help him on his quest. Zeus offers him a ship and crew, but Jason refuses, much to the gall of EVERYBODY.

Hera helps him by telling him where to find the Golden Fleece: the island of Colchis, at the other end of the world. To get there, though, Jason’ll DEFINITELY need a ship. He decides to go to the shipbuilders of Greece, and tell them that great treasure lies on Colchis, and they may receive some for their aid. As for the crew, he’s got a similar tactic. Offer the reward to the athletes and heroes of Greece, who will compete in games to determine their eligibility.

Not from the original myths...but it actually makes a lot of sense. Goddamn, is this going to be a good adaptation? I’m excited! The games are held, and many athletes win their place on the journey. They include: Castor and Pollux (Ferdinando Poggi and John Crawford), Acastus, and of course, Heracles (Nigel Green). And yeah, he’s called Hercules here, but I don’t care.

When Hercules arrives, this grabs the attention of the young Hylas (John Caimey), who arrived to late to compete in the games. He challenges Heracles to something, believing that beating Heracles in something will guarantee him a place on the ship. 

While everyone mocks this, Heracles agrees to go up against him in a discus-throwing contest. They must hit or pass a rock in the ocean by throwing their discus. Heracles hits it easily, of course. And the frail Hylas...

...Nice. Did not see that coming, and that’s actually very smart. Also takes a lot of skill, because I could NOT do that. Hylas wins his place in the ship, to the delight of both the crowd and the Olympians. And yes, Hylas actually is a companion of Heracles in the original stories, so that’s neat!

Now for the boat, being built by master builder Argus (Laurence Naismith), who is coming on the ship with them. He notes that something appears to have guided his hand during the ship’s construction. In the original myth, that would be Athena. However, here, it’s probably Hera, as the figurehead is specifically carved in her image. And is also...alive?

Well...to be fair, in many myths, the ship contains wood built from a magical tree that could speak, and see the future. So, OK, magic ship, fair enough. Well, hopefully, that ship’s guidance will happen soon, as the voyage immediately proves difficult. No water, no rest, and frustrated men.

Jason asks the figurehead for help (which would be help #3) and Hera speaks through it to tell Jason to head to the Isle of Bronze, where Hephaestus once had his forge. However, the island is lorded over by a powerful something called Talos. I know what Talos is, but the movie hasn’t revealed him yet.

The Argo makes its way to the island, and the men head ashore to get food and water. They see goats there, which will provide them both food and drink, and Heracles and Hylas chase after them for just that aim. And that’s when they blunder into a giant bronze statuary, lorded over by the statue of Talos.

The two enter a chamber in the statue’s base, which is filled to the brim with gold and treasure. However, Jason warned the men of the Argo not to take anything from the island but food and water. Hylas remembers this, but Heracles doesn’t care, and takes a golden staff from the chamber. And Talos...Talos doesn’t appreciate that.

Oh, that’s a great place to take a break! See you in Part Two!

[bodyswapmischief]

The Deserter

(Spring Break Pirates 6 of 14)

The fucking bitch! The fuckin traitor! If I fucking get on the ship again, I'm gonna fucking kill him! I should have suspected something when that little bitch started asking too much questions.

Out of all the sex I've ever had, Eric was the best fuck. I was falling in love And, I thought he felt the same. After our intense sex, we would always spend a few minutes cuddling and talking to each other. Until he had to go please off one of the other guys. It fucking sucked but, I understood. It was all part of this dumb ship. But, I felt like deep down Eric fully loved me.

Then last night, it happened. We were laying in bed and he started asking questions.

"So, how do you like the boat life?" He asked. "It fucking sucks. Don't get me wrong I love you and our relationship. But, it suck that you and I have to fuck so many people. When the only person I want my dick in is you. Plus, all the other guys... they are starting to act to weird. It's hard holding a conversation with them. They aren't the same" I replied

"Oh yeah that is weird. Maybe it has to do with how we aged the least. I mean we are still in our mid 20s. We got off easy. Compared to those guys. The only real changes our are new hot bodies. Luckily we didn't end up in the harem, too." He said.

"Yeah, we are lucky; our situation could have been a lot worst. But that's the scary part. We don't know what's going to happen. Mr. Black could rearrange our roles at any second. We might not stay like this forever." I replied

"What are you fuckin serious ... I ... I ... don't...?" He fumbled.

"Look at me..." I got up and leaned him on my body. His head looked up at me. "I was thinking about this ... I wanna propose something to you ... uh, so here it is ... runaway with me. Let's leave this boat. Let's take one of the life boats. Start a new life together. What do you say?"

"What your fucking crazy. We can't just leave. What if Mr. Blacks magic can still reach us. What if he changes us? What if he makes us hate each other." He panicked.

"You can't think like that. We are stronger then his magic. We gotta be. Our love is so pure. We fucking love each other. We're strong enough to face anything he throws at us." I said before leaning down to give Eric a kiss.

Eric looked at me, with tears in his eyes. "Okay ... let's do. Get your stuff and go to the life boat, I'll meet you there."

I got up and hurried to leave the room. I looked back and smiled at Eric. With anxiety in his eyes, he weakly smiled back.

Time passed and I waited at the life boat. "Well look what he have here. A deserter." I whipped my head to look at Mr. Black. Behind him was Eric. "I'm sorry, I started think about what you were saying. I ... I can't risk losing this body. So, after you left, I went to Mr. Black and made a deal. I turned you in and Mr. Black promised to let me keep this body forever." He cried, as tears rolled down his face.

Last night, I was locked into a cage. And, now. I'm stranded on an island. day. Mr. Black left me a note. (Maybe some isolation will fix that strong willed mind of yours. And, DON'T THINK ABOUT LEAVING. You are on an uncharted island, away from any flight or ship paths and I don't think that new body of yours will survive being stranded in the middle of the ocean.)

New body, what is he talking about? But my body is still sore from the beating he ordered the other guys to give me. I'm starting to feel a lot worst, actually. My head it's spinning. My body feels fucking tired. I think ... I'm about to ... about ... abou to pass... pas

Wha ... what the fuck happened to me. I'm a old fat hairy man, now. Is this part of the punishment. The island ... what's that smell. I'm following it. It's coming from this tree. The apples. And apple tree on an island? It smells good. I'm not hungry but I could go for a bite. Yes this is fucking good. But now, I'm getting sleepy. Maybe, I'll just rest my mind.

What the fuck, I just woke up. Wasn't I just awake. How long has it been. Oh look an apple, I could go for a bite.

Shit, I was a sleep again. What's that noise. Eric, Simon, Thomas all you guys. You look normal. How did you turn back? How did you get here? Why aren't you guys moving? Why won't you say anything? What's in your hands? An apple ... I could go for a bite

Shit...shit I'm awake, where am I. Why can't I remember my past. Who were my family. What was I like as a person. I can still remember the boys. I see them. I hear them. But, I know they are on a boat. Why are they here? What am I laying on. An apple ... I could go for a bite.

Why is the happeningg to me!!!? How long have I been here. I deserted the boys. Theit ghost are haunting me. I broke our brotherhood. I want to be back on the boat. I need to be back on the boat

But, was any of that ever real. Or, has it all been part of this hallucination. Did, I make up it all up. Was the boat ever real or am I crazy? It has to be real right. It has to. But, It should have been back by now. How long have I've been here? Hey! An apple ... I could go for a bite...

[voidendron]

Deep Blue Sea: Ch. 16

Chapter 16: Abandoned Subnautica/JSE Egos Crossover

(( note: I haven’t played/watched gameplay for Below Zero yet, so please don’t spoil anything for me! Things from this fic might retcon stuff that happens in it, and I apologize if they do, but I don’t want to spoil any more of the game for myself than what already has been ‘til I can play the whole thing through myself ))

Warnings: Swearing Characters: Marvin the Magnificent, Jameson Jackson, Dr. Schneeplestein, Chase Brody, Jackieboy Man POV: Marvin the Magnificent

Silence.

Pale Faces.

Keen’s words hung in the air between them.

“…We need to help him.” Jackie’s voice startled the rest of them from their shocked trance.

Marvin swallowed. Shook his head. Oh, hell no. “Are you insane?!” He ran his hands through his hair with a shaky breath. “There’s somethin’ here! We need to get off this island!”

“I am not putting my life on the line for someone else,” the doctor growled.

Jameson signed something—Marvin had no idea what it was, but his frantic nodding had him figuring that the chef agreed with them.

“He’s in danger!” the security guard insisted. “The recording was recent—he could still be alive!”

“Jackie’s right.”

Marvin’s head whipped toward Chase when he agreed. “No. No, no, no. He’d been so damn calm in his other messages, and how he’s panicking! You really want to run into whatever made Keen panic?!”

Chase frowned. “It’s a small island. How bad could it be?”

Their three-against-two changed when Jameson ducked his head, then offered an agreeing nod. He was signing again—Marvin would really need to learn those, wouldn’t he?—and the other two so…hellbent on saving Keen sagged with relief.

“Really no other way to change your minds?” the entertainer asked.

“We’ve gotta find Keen,” Jackie repeated, “and hopefully Yu, too. There were only two of ‘em, there’s five of us.”

“Yeah!” Chase was tucking his flippers and Seaglide near some…ferns? was that what they were?

“And if something does come after us?” Marvin challenged, gesturing harshly first at the doctor, then Jameson. “Doc’s ankle is fuckin’ shredded and James’s got broken ribs. They’d be picked off easy.”

“Anything attacks either of them—any of us—” Jackie hoisted up his broken flare in threat; he didn’t have to say any more than that.

Marvin and Henrik glanced at each other. For once, it seemed like they were both on the same page: They did not want to meet whatever had gone after Keen. Did the other three just not understand self-preservation? God…

He tossed his flippers near where the others were putting theirs. His air tank and Seaglide followed, but he was far more careful not to throw those down.

Seeing Henrik’s flippers actually laying with everyone else’s made him double-take. Marvin had always thought he had big feet. Definitely made sense why both of them had needed more materials than the original dive suit blueprint had called for.

Deep breath. The others were leaving the beach, leaving the two of them behind. Well, Marvin would much rather stick with the group than be left alone on the island.

“Come on,” he grumbled. He really wished they’d brought survival knives. He’d feel a little better if he could at least defend himself. “So!” he called ahead—both Chase and Jackie glanced back at him. “Any plan for what we’re gonna do if we find whatever went after them?”

“Depends on what it is, I guess.” Chase shrugged; he was walking backwards now.

Marvin just frowned and shook his head, watched the path ahead of them.

Wait.

…Path?

Henrik was eyeing it, too.

“Please tell me you’re thinking the same thing.”

“Something has traveled this same route for a long while, yes.”

They were following the path, and Marvin couldn’t help the unease settling into his gut. The feeling only amplified when they came across an old habitat and its overgrown garden.

Glances cast around, and Jackie was the first to approach the settlement.

It looked abandoned. Falling apart. Broken windows.

It had been there a long time.

“…I don’t think we’re the first to get stranded here,” Jackie said, voice soft.

Then, he was suddenly yelping; Marvin and the others jumped and scrambled away. From the way Marvin saw it, he was acting solely on instinct when he swung his flare and the little ankle-biter of a creature went flying.

When he blinked at it, Marvin actually found it in himself to snort. Was that thing some kind of…crab?

“Scared the hell outta me,” Jackie muttered, “but there’s no way that’s what had Keen panicked.”

“Unless he got swarmed?” Marvin suggested.

“Maybe..? I’m don’t know…”

Chase cleared his throat, pointing to the habitat. “They had to have made it off the planet, right?” Chase was inching forward, toward the multipurpose room’s shattered window. It looked like a mudslide had caused it. “I mean, it’s clearly been abandoned a long time.”

Marvin’s eyes were scanning the old habitat. He didn’t like this.

“Yo, check this thing out!”

When Chase tried bolting in through the broken window, Marvin grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him back. “That window’s broken. You really want to step on glass with bare feet?”

“But look!”

Marvin’s gaze followed his pointing finger. There was…something, in the room. Glowing. It didn’t look like anything he’d ever seen before. “What is that thing..?”

“I mean. It looks like the mud’s covered all the glass?”

When Marvin’s grip slackened, he must have taken that as a go-ahead and ran into the room. He was careful while climbing through the window not to cut himself on any of the glass that still remained, and when he came back he had something in each hand.

“There was a data log, too. Also, this thing’s surprisingly light? Like…what is it?”

He gave the data log to Jackie to put in his PDA, then set the glowing whatever-it-was on the ground between all of them.

“Is like a tablet,” Henrik said.

“Yeah,” Chase agreed, “but it doesn’t look human.”

It seemed Marvin and Henrik had the same idea when they both reached for their scanners. Marvin’s scan finished first, and everyone’s PDAs chirped as the data was transmitted to all of them. When he read the information, he only shook his head.

“I really doubt it’s human. Estimated to being abandoned here hundreds-to-thousands of years ago? Yeah, definitely not ours.”

“Alien technology?” Henrik winced as he knelt down to pick it up, ran his fingers over the glowing purple symbol. “What were these people doing with it?”

“Well, from the sounds of it,” Jackie said—another chirp as the data log transferred from his device to the rest of theirs, “—they found it, and also had no idea what it was.”

“They? How many?”

“I count four people in the recording. Three men and a woman, but I’m relying on the PDA translating for me ‘cause they’re definitely not speaking English.”

Marvin opened the new file on his own device, listened for a moment, then shut it off to read over the translation instead. “Sounds like they were from a Mongolian settlement. I don’t speak it, but I’ve performed for one a few times.”

Four people had lived in this now-abandoned habitat: Two Torgals (probably related, he figured), Sepse, Maida. Where had they gone..?

When Chase and Jackie explored the rest of the habitat and came back with a few more data logs, it looked like where they’d gone was deeper. Much, much, deeper.

Apparently they were part of Torgal Corporation—no wonder the names were familiar. Paul was the head of the company and had gone missing about ten years ago. It hadn’t been the same since.

…Ten years ago. God. They’d never made it off the planet, had they? Would that be their fate, too? He could feel his stomach twisting.

Bart was Paul’s son and heir to the company, Marguerit Maid a hired mercenary, and Antony Sepse a microbiologist.

He could see it in the pale faces of his comrades they all feared the same fate, and it was Chase to break their silence.

“I…I kinda doubt we’re in the mood now, but I see two more habitats.” He outstretched an arm, pointing. “There, and there.” Perched oh so precariously at the tops of two mountain peaks were, sure enough, two more habitats clear even through the fog that seemed to have lifted some. “C’mon. We can still try findin’ Keen and Yu. Who knows. Maybe we’ll have better luck than that group did.”

Marvin closed his eyes and took a slow, steadying breath. They’d find a way off the planet. They had to. But…did that really mean rescue never came for that group..? No, don’t think about it, he scolded himself. Instead, he offered a hand to help Henrik back to his feet, and the five of them started for one of the habitats.

What they found didn’t lift their spirits any. A PDA, not a data log, met them. Bart and Antony—the other two were dead?—regretting going down so far. Bart was ill in the recording. With the scientist’s help, they were trying to find a cure, but failing. One of them mentioned that Antony was wearing a special suit—some sort of hazmat diving suit—that had kept him from catching the same illness, and now left him needing to be extremely careful not to touch Bart with his bare hands.

Then it was over. Nothing more to the recording; just a dying man and one of his crew members trying to save him.

“I’m really startin’ to hate this planet,” Chase growled. “What do you think he had?”

Instead of an answer, Henrik pulled his scanner from his hip and ran a scan on himself. The answer had Marvin furrowing his brow.

“Performing self-scan. Vital signs normal. Detecting trace amounts of foreign bacteria. Continuing to monitor.”

He aimed it at Jameson. Same answer. Jackie: Same. Every one of them ended up with the same results. “Trace amounts of foreign bacteria” just kept looping in Marvin’s head. That couldn’t be good. Right? How the hell would they even have it? They didn’t even know that it was the same thing Bart had, but a part of Marvin very much was suspecting that it was.

“Could just be…I dunno, some sorta alien flu?” Chase shook his head and stood a little straighter. “We’ll keep an eye on it, okay? Don’t let it get to you, though. We’ll worry about it if we need to.”

If we need to, Marvin’s thoughts parroted. As if they hadn’t just listened to a man dying in a recording.

“…Do we really want to check that last habitat?” Marvin leaned out the door to peer across at it. “Things are just getting fuckin’ worse and worse on this island.”

Keen and Yu attacked by something. Survivors from ten years before who’d probably died long before rescue could even hope to find them. Some weird alien artifact that Henrik and Jameson were taking turns carrying. An alien sickness.

“Whatever is there can only be the cherry on top, yes?” Henrik grumbled. He was leaning against the wall, foot held off the ground.  Jameson was sitting on the floor near him, eyes squeezed shut and hand pressed to his chest.

“Besides,” Marvin added, “those two clearly need a rest, and I am not resting on this island. Far as we know, whatever went after Keen and Yu could be, oh I don’t know, watching us?!”

Chase grimaced and gave Jackie a look.

“We, ah…” He ran a hand through his bleached hair, fingers catching the tangled curls. “What if we have them head back to the habitat? And…you can join ‘em?”

Jackie started nodding. “We can’t just abandon those two if they’re still alive. I’m not doin’ it.”

“And splitting up is probably the worst thing we can do,” Marvin muttered.

“We either split up, or all go to the next habitat together. I’m not leavin’ this damn island until we at least know what happened to them.” Chase crossed his arms, closing himself off for further debate. He’d made up his mind and there was no way Marvin was going to change it.

“Fine.” Marvin pinched the bridge of his nose. “Fine. I want them alive just as much as you do, but I’m not risking my life for them.”

Chase shouldered past him. “Then let’s get back to the damn beach so you can leave. Fuckin’ hell.”

Did Marvin feel guilty for it? Sure. Did he feel awful leaving just the two of them on the island while he took their injured comrades back to their habitat? Sure.

Was he going to risk his life for someone who sounded like they probably dead anyway? Hell no. Marvin knew his priorities, and that definitely wasn’t one of them. He felt bad for Keen and Yu, holped that whatever killed them hadn’t let them suffer, or that they had, by some miracle, survived—but he wasn’t going to stick his neck out for them.

He’d had enough near-death experiences these last few days to last a lifetime, thank you very much.

Flippers back on, air tanks attached to their masks, Jameson helped into the Seamoth, and they were off.

His only thoughts were “good luck” when he glanced over his shoulder, saw Chase and Jackie at the edge of the island now, watching for them to make sure they made it a safe distance away. Then the two of them disappeared into the brush.

Good luck, he thought. You’re gonna need it.

[kuntrabida]

2. the axon snaps and thoughts can’t travel (a rant abt COVID-19, senior year spring, and college in the fall)

12 may 2020

the gap year. the fall sem. the jump cut. the FUTURE. much on my mind right now folks lmao (prob folk in singular since like one (1) person’s gonna read this ashvcxjkv)

okay so let’s break this DOWN ig. yea LET’S unpack my inner psyche and my mental baggage at this point because i’m sure that i can’t be the only one feeling this way and even if i am, i’d like to get it off my chest and not rant to the same five people who’ve heard me talk about the same sad subject throughout the entire duration of quarantine asdjfkvcxufdsw

let’s start with senior year haHA :) still haven’t gotten over that xoxo even tho i’ve tricked myself into thinking that i have! gonna refer to it as ye olde Jump Cut because that’s exactly what all this feels like... like mother nature just threw the video file of my high school experience into a fuckinn Premiere timeline or smth and slammed her fist on the W key (an esoteric reference, i know, i know, my bad, but iykyk). 

THE JUMP CUT – senior year’s over and i know it’s a stupid fucking thing to be upset about during a LITERAL GLOBAL PANDEMIC where people are losing and risking their lives and entire livelihoods are being upended but i still... can’t help but feel upset and terrified and devastated about what i’ve always viewed as this buffer period in my life between high school and college to just VIBE and figure myself out a little bit more being cut short. especially when, for once, things were going so well.  

god, the last thing i wanna do is sound dramatic and utterly tone deaf because I RECOGNIZE my privilege and how incredibly fortunate i am to have a roof over my head and food in my fridge and a bed with a damn duvet cover to sleep in at night but i’m... so fucking sad. i’ve BEEN so fucking sad, and i think what’s even worse is the fact that i’ve been DENYING how fucking sad i’ve been feeling because i don’t think i’m... allowed to be sad in this situation? but at the same time i consciously understand that my feelings are valid and everything... it just feels like legitimately everything else in the world right now dwarfs all my concerns combined. but alas. here i am, making a blog post about my feelings to finally try and sort them out...

i just aghsdfhxhzjlk i wasn’t finished. that really is the best way to put it. i wasn’t finished with any of it. and i suppose a lot of that is my own fault for taking all the good times for granted (but also lowkey the fault of idek who... american society? for romanticizing and commodifying the culmination of high school oop)/

i feel like so many people focus on those big milestone events associated with senior year: prom, graduation, senior awards, etc. but to me personally, and to nearly every one of the friends i’ve talked to, it’s the little things that matter most — the absence of which we feel the deepest. i miss spilling coffee on myself in the cafeteria and burning frozen pastries in the toasters and complimenting people’s outfits in the hallways and staying in the building from dawn till dusk and eating takeout on the floor and hastily texting my friends at the end of the school day asking if they wanted to hang out or if they could give me a ride home and i MISS spontaneous sushi and starbucks excursions and quiet heart to hearts in coffee shops and last minute target runs and stressing out about music events and belting in the practice rooms and learning choreography in parking lots where confused drivers would momentarily glance over and just KEEP ON DRIVING and lying on the ground in one of the school’s hallways facing the sun when the light would hit JUST RIGHT through the glass and i could close my eyes and pretend i was at the beach or on an island or in a canyon somewhere or SOMETHING, anywhere, anywhere but there. and i feel this chasm in my throat whenever i think about it because looking back at those moments, i realize that there’s literally no place i’d rather be right now than inside my high school building on a normal ass day dealing with normal ass problems with exceptional, radiant, life-giving souls there to have my back and support me and hug me wow, GOD, hug me. wow how i miss hugs. and I miss my friends. shit. 

hell bro i even miss the days where everything would become a little too much for me and i’d have to find recluse in a digital media classroom and the scent of old lemon-laced coffee grounds as they brewed into dingy styrofoam cups and wandered through the halls with me during the period, into the music room where i literally grew UP and found my voice and discovered validity in my own identity and all that JAZZ and into the bathrooms where i’d spend such subtle, unsuspecting mornings with friends still practically sleepwalking and FUCK bro. frankly i’m just not ready to jump into a life where all the things i hold dear are “remember when”s. i can’t imagine this entire world that i’ve built for myself being a thing of the past, a thing that i’ll look back on as one of the best fucking times of my life even though i never realized it when it mattered, a thing i still want so so so much more of, that i am not and may not ever be ready to let go. i want it all back. but i know getting upset over it is a futile pursuit, because there’s nothing i can do, and that just fuels this feedback cycle of anger and hopelessness and denial and back again. 

i do think of that good ol’ winnie the pooh quote, though. “how lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.” but it doesn’t really make anything hurt any less. and i guess i’m just tired of hurting lol. 

THE FUTURE – dawg what the fuck is happening with colleges in the United States right now bro what is the protocol what do i DO¿

pretty damn self explanatory. my defense mechanism has ALWAYS been, “at least things will be better a couple months from now!!!!” and yeah, with university and the reality of getting to attend my dream college fast approaching i did believe that for a hot second but CORONA DAWG CORONA just plunges everything into the sea of uncertainty. i know i’m not the only one frustrated by this damn virus and i should be comforted by the unity we all have in our confusion but lmao i do not feel any better! no! one! has! any! answers! asdjfkvlcxvjl being a graduating high school and incoming college student right now is so FUCKING confusing and frightening and once again i want to acknowledge what an incredible privilege it is to even have the option of a higher education open to me but it’s such a multifaceted and unpredictable issue this year and thinking about the future — again my go-to defense mechanism and at the very least a worthy consideration since i’ll be putting down hella dollars for it — has been the cause of so much stress... 

THE FALL SEM – i! don’t! know! if! it’s! gonna! be! on!line! and i am not planning on staying in my house any longer for a goddamn variety of reasons soo i have no clue how to plan for this! no one does right now! 

our administration keeps affirming that we’re planning for a return to normalcy in the fall semester but a considerable amount of students and experts alike are saying that it’s essentially a cover so no one’ll panic and decline or defer their acceptances. SO MANY OTHER COLLEGES are revealing their contingency plans to have an online semester and ahaHA if i have to STAY in this HOUSE for ANOTHER 4 MONTHS that would FRICKIN SUCK DAWG lmaO i’ll leave it at that! so i’m: very much panicking! 

i know that things are so uncertain right now and there’s really no point in trying to predict what’s going to happen in the next couple of months because so many unknowns remain. i know that a lot of universities are gonna be in deep shit if they don’t open in the fall but at the same time, if it’s a damn public health risk it’s definitely better to keep as many people home as possible. but i have no CLUE what institutions are gonna end up doing and again, literally no one does either! i was listening to a podcast yesterday about university plans for the upcoming academic year and i got asdhvjckxv so stressed when they said that we could be one week away from the start of the school year and things could still be drastically different the next week... there’s just no way of knowing much of anything and god i hate that. it’s making me so goddamn anxious. 

i really doubt things are going to be back to normal in New York in the fall sooo...? i don’t know man again it comes down to asking people questions they don’t have the answers to and that’s just incredibly frustrating because i just want to know ONE THING for certain right now. ONE THING! idk i just wish that my college would be a little more transparent about their plans as they move along and figure things out but i know that’s not feasible. at the very least i hope things will be safe enough for them to make dorming on campus an option — freshmen have a pretty ample amount of singles available anyway. but if i have to spend the first semester of college onLINE in THIS HOUSE that’s... gonna suck. especially because i’m still probably going to be paying thousands of dollars for it which is, as my grandmother says, foul! 

THE GAP YEAR – to defer or not to defer? that is the question. 

so naturally in preparation for a potentially wonky ass academic year i’m considering deferring enrollment. but lmao... the deadline to do so is in uh *checks watch* three (3) literal days so. don’t know about that chief! 

like, i know i’m PROBABLY NOT gonna end up taking a gap year. but i guess it’s just the fact that i have so much more canvas space to daydream about it that makes it so appealing... there are so many more possibilities that i can think of that are more likely to be open to me. then again, nothing’s guaranteed. not even my own health in the fall. which is also pretty fuckin scary as hell.

y’all wanna know where i get my gap year daydream fuel? UNJADED JADE. bruh i’ve been binging her videos like MAD especially the ones where she interrails Europe during her gap year and UGH. it seems incredible. and that makes things even more confusing because i really don’t know what the right decision to make is right now. to defer or not to defer... 

again it’s all so heavily influenced by unknowns. of all the things that could happen, i’d much prefer to have a regular freshman year fall with the people in my class whom i’ve already been getting to know pretty well through groupchats and social media and the like. they’re a pretty dope bunch and i think college with them is gonna be a hoot and a goddamn half. but if i’ll end up just staying home and watching zoom lectures in my basement anyway... i’d much rather be taking a gap year. 

and i’ve been brainstorming what i’d do during this gap year (again, thanks Unjaded Jade for the god-tier content agh) and there’s just like... so many options. i could get a goddamn JOB and start saving up for tuition instead of paying tens of thousands for online school. hell with the money i make working full time i could probably save up enough to afford an apartment so at the very least i could move out of my house into a place where i feel more comfortable. and lmao I: s a l i v a t e at the thought of using that time to focus on my writing, too. the amount of writing i could get done in a year of empty calendar space... glorious. what an utterly glorious prospect. 

and of course, i’d love to fucking travel, volunteer (with a reputable and well-intentioned organization) in a foreign country, do a workstay abroad, take a train across america, but again, i don’t even know if any of that’s going to be feasible in the fall. it’s so FRUSTRATING because i’ll think of a possibility and then another one comes in and completely shuts the former down. 

and it’s not like i can ask anyone for advice right now because we’re ALL none the wiser. plus, i’ve realized that frankly, even if it’s unreasonable, i don’t want anyone to tell me that my plans for a gap year aren’t feasible. it’s such a petulant thing to say... but i don’t want anyone to add to my sense of there being a limited amount of options that i can take advantage of because everything’s already so goddamn stifling as is. i guess the prospect of a gap year excites me so much because it seems like a year where i don’t have to be defined by anyone or anything but myself. and that’s so fucking liberating. 

i just want the freedom to imagine right now because that’s when i feel happiest, but at the same time i’m afraid to get my hopes up for anything because i have this sinking feeling that the absolute worst case scenario is going to become reality. lmao. people in my state aren’t even fucking social distancing correctly so i’m damn sure that we’re in for a second and a third wave and that’s gonna suck but people are stupid as hell :)  

lol on that positive note, thanks for reading this... increasingly depressing and chaotic rant. don’t really think i’m doing this “blog” stuff right but if you got this far, i love you. leave a note if you so please, comment your thoughts, reblog if you’d like (still don’t really understand the difference between reblogging and reposting on this app but lmao feel free to click the boxy arrow thing), and stay safe and healthy and all that jazz <3

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #220

“as long as god in heaven dwell, your soul, your soul shall scream in hell.”

Would people consider you more immature or mature? It depends on the context. Emotionally, I think I'm considerably mature. As far as eligibility to be a proper adult goes, yeah. No. Would people consider you more funny or serious? I personally don't think I'm very funny, but I'm not super serious, either. Are you currently in love with someone? Who is this person? So... I'm quietly pondering over whether or not I'm just biromantic, not bisexual. I genuinely think I'm in love with my girlfriend, I do, but we have so, so little actually sexual experience that I don't know if "bisexual" fits me. I totally adore her romantically, I know that, but maybe sexually, I'm not into her? I don't know. It's hard for me to say because when I picture doing certain "things," I can't really tell what I feel. I don't take that as an "I'm not into it" though, considering I've wound up liking things with a guy I didn't think I would with anyone, something I only discovered by doing it. This whole situation was driving me insane a few days ago to the point I felt sick, but I've calmed myself out of it to where I've accepted I just have to wait and learn, being long-distance. I'm still entirely invested in us and am going to be honest learning about myself. I haven't actually talked to Sara about it and don't want to unless I come to learn this hunch has credibility. Which room in your house are you in? What color are the walls? My bedroom; light puke green, Why God. What is your absolute favorite hobby? Who got you interested in it? I don't really know about my "absolute favorite." It depends on my mood, really. I think maybe watching my favorite YouTubers tops the list, something Jason actually started with PewDiePie; or RPing, which I got into myself thanks to Meerkat Manor. Would the people you know say you have a nice singing voice? Barely anyone ever hears me sing, so idk. I personally feel my voice suits only few songs. Would you say most of your friends are older/younger than you? Ummm, good question. All but two are very close in age range, but most of my friends/closer acquaintances are kinda split around either side. Were you named after anyone famous or anyone on television? Nope. Are you listening to music right now? If so, who’s singing the song? Yeah, I'm listening to Khemmis' cover of "A Conversation With Death." It's the intro song to that new game Man of Medan and is so badass. All the comments are like "came here from so-and-so's LP because this is epic" and same. What is your dream career? What inspired you to pursue this career? Probably meerkat biologist if I could handle the heat and was okay with moving, or paleontologist if I wasn't opposed to heavy travel. I love meerkats and dinosaurs v v much. If you have a significant other, do you get jealous of people a lot? No. What would you say is your favorite holiday? Why did you choose this? Halloween bc spooks and costumes and candy. Does it feel odd being around your friend’s parents? Why or why not? If I'm alone with them and don't know them very well, sure? What is your favorite fast food restaurant? Is there one in your city? Sonic, probably. And no, but in our neighboring city. What is your favorite sit-down restaurant? Is there one in your city? Olive Garden. See above. Do you ever take pictures with family members around the holidays? Mom pretty much forces it, lol... Have you ever thought you were adopted because of opposing interests? Y'ALL not kidding I legit asked my fucking mom if I was adopted in elementary school bc I thought she hated me one day versus my little sister lmfao. I went through a phase of feeling like she couldn't be "this mean" to her legitimate child. Are you more interested in indoor activities or outdoor things? Hm, that depends on the activities available. Most outdoor things are more fun, though. When is the next time you’ll see someone you’re crushing on? We were just talking a couple days ago about our next visit, actually. If I can financially, I'm probably coming up to see her for her birthday again, as that's when I have a decent break from school. Speaking of which, how many people are you crushing on right now? Lol I mean it's been just shy of two years, a "crush" doesn't cut it. Have you ever played Super Mario Bros. for Nintendo DS? Was it fun? No, actually. I didn't grow up playing Mario games. What exactly is your favorite gaming system? Do you have this system? The PS2. It had a giant graphical leap, contains SOOOOO many goodies, and you can still play PS1 games on it. How often do you talk on the phone? Who do you talk with the most? Very very rarely, pretty much only ever with my mom or dad. I hate talking on the phone. Do you normally do what other people around you want you to do? Depends. What does your trick-or-treat bag or pail look like? I don't have one anymore, but it used to be an orange, plastic jack-o-lantern. How old will you turn on your next birthday? 24... wow. What are your plans to celebrate? Probably just go out to dinner with family. What floor do you live on? I only have one floor. Do you have a balcony? No. What is your favorite fall drink, if you had to pick just one? None. Which X Factor audition(s) was/were your favorite? I've never watched it. Were you a straight A student in spelling and grammar? I'm pretty sure I was in my entire school career... Damn dude, proud. Were you a straight A student in math? HA hell no. I could get a C sometimes. Were you abused or do you know anyone who was abused? I wasn't, but I know people. Are you a Democrat or Republican, or neither? Neither. Independent. Who would take care of you if you needed surgery? My mom and dad, as far as bills go. Do you think you have an accent? Not really. Sometimes you can hear it, though. Have you been told you have an accent? Only when I was younger. I had a SERIOUS one. My family in NY couldn't even understand me sometimes, lmao. Where do you live (country or state)? North Carolina. If you could start a church, what would it be like? I wouldn't. Are there any shades of blue that you don’t like? If so, which ones? Nah. What is something you want to accomplish before you turn 30? Get a goddamn stable job. Do you know what your purpose in life is? Spreading the love and respect of animals and conservation. If you live in an apartment, what is the maintenance man’s name? N/A What are some fall activities you would do with your kids? Hypothetically, if I had/wanted kids, I'd enjoy carving pumpkins with them, obviously taking them trick-or-treating, autumnal crafts would be fun together, and watching Halloween/scary films appropriate to their age would be a nice experience. I'd decorate the house with them. Oh, a hayride would be cool together, I love those. AND DON'T FORGET JUMPING INTO LEAF PILES! I have a lot of ideas for someone who doesn't want to be a mom. Have you ever seen a fox? Yeah. At least one alive, a handful as roadkill. What color are the squirrels where you live? Brown. What do the trees look like where you live? Pine trees. Pine trees. What was the best vacation you’ve been on so far? Disney World as a kid. What is the best class trip you’ve been on? I really enjoyed the trip to Beaufort to an island of wild horses. The water was rough that day, and goddamn... watching the ocean in its aggression was unbelievable. Did you like field trips when you were a kid? UM, DID ANY KID NOT????? Do you find museums boring or interesting? Very interesting! Gimme a science museum and I'm SOLD. What are three issues you are passionate about? GAY RIGHTS, wildlife and nature conservation, women's rights and the pro-choice argument. What are three countries you have no desire to visit? North Korea, Iraq, and... uh... idk. I guess the Middle East in general. That shit's rough. Do you like your country’s flag? Sure? Stars r dope? Would you ever wear a shirt with your country’s flag on it? NO. What’s a medicine that makes you sleepy? Oh. My. God. When I was on three Klonopin a day (I'm now on just one and don't even take it every day), I literally could not function. There was one day in particular (I was on three very briefly bc of this) where I just slept until evening. I physically could not stay awake. I remember I was in the middle of watching a Game Grumps' Mario playthrough, and I'd only last like, ten minutes before I HAD to lie back down, and I'd fall back asleep in like, a minute. That was one of the most awful days ever, I was miserable. Do you like bath bombs? Sure, they're pretty. Who is your favorite neighbor? I don't actually know any. Who are your favorite small YouTubers? He's not very small, I think he's at about a million and a half subs, but Timmy Timato is so fucking iconic. He is an Actual Mood. I have no interest in what he actually posts; I just watch for him. As well, Johnny Paranormal is cool; he's a fuckin awesome guy and is chill and relaxing to watch. I don't watch him religiously, though. Rarely, actually. Who are your favorite big YouTubers? HAVE U HEARD OF????? THE MARKIPLIER GUY??????? What was your favorite girl group when you were growing up? I think it was the Pussycat Dolls, fuck off, don't say shit 2 me "Buttons" is still dope. Do you like Disney movies? Blocked & reported if you don't. What’s your favorite superhero movie? Man idk, I enjoy a lot. I enjoyed The Avengers, and Logan REALLY tugged at my heart. Do you have any credit card debt? I don't have a credit card. Have you ever been really late for work because you slept past your alarm? No. What was your favorite way to spend a summer day as a kid? Swimming. What’s the longest you’ve worked without a day off? Probably like... two days, lmao. It's not like I have a lot of experience. Have you ever been scammed? I don't think so. Where were you the last time you kissed someone? The airport. How’s your mental health? Are you feeling well? It's fine. Do you struggle with acne? No, not anymore. Do you have any uncommon interests or hobbies? RP is definitely the "strangest." Have you ever fostered an animal? No. Are you the clubbing type? Definitely not. Never been, not interested. Bar goer? No. I don't trust strangers + alcohol, and I'd be really scared of being hit on. Song you can’t stand? I don't think there's a song I've heard that I hate more than "Welcome To The Machine" by Pink Floyd. Well, correction, "Friday" by Rebecca Black. That autotuned to all fuck voice is just... major ew. Is your ex sexually attractive to you still? Jason is. Well, if he looks the same as last time I saw him, which was in 2017. Juan doesn't look half bad. Aaron's cute. What is unattractive about them? Jason: fucking communication skills. Juan: his reckless streak. Aaron: nothing that I know of, he's a sweetie and on a great path. Your hottest ex’s name starts with the letter what? J. Pick two highlighter colors: Yellow, Pink, Blue, Purple, Orange. Pink and orange. Has anyone ever written on you? Who hasn't been written on by friends with markers as a kid? Have you ever dated a fat person? Yes. Have you ever dated someone with a fine ass body? I mean this with total respect and love towards her: Sara's body is genuinely sexy. Her figure is amazing. Have you ever had any article of clothing tailored? What for? Yeah, for prom, as well as my sister's wedding. Do you welcome people back when they say they have returned? Yes. What are two foods you think taste good with whipped cream? I fucking hate whipped cream. How long would it take you to walk to the nearest fire hydrant? I've never paid attention, actually... Do you own anything that has the words or picture of ‘mustache’? Well my Mark tribute tat has the Iconic pink mustache on it, and the texting screen background on my phone is also a pink mustache collage-y thing lmao. When you see a feather on the ground, do you ever pick it up? Yeah, sometimes. If you eat it, what is your favorite way to eat beef? On a burger. How would you feel marrying the man you love who has already a son? I don't love a man, and I wouldn't marry anyone with a kid. Have you ever played Roller Coaster Tycoon? What did you think of it? No, but I had SeaWorld Tycoon or whatever it was called. I loved that game. When you are chopping onions, does it really affect your eyes personally? I've never cut an onion myself, but when I'm in the proximity of someone doing it, I feel mild irritation. How long can you hold your breath for? Is there anyone who is better? Idk, I don't feel like testing it. When was the last time you had a pet goldfish? What was its name? I couldn't even try to guess. Are you insecure about your height? What made you think this way? No. Do you enjoy mayonnaise with French fries? Why or why not? Um that sounds disgusting. Did your last significant other have a huge temper? Actually, he warned me that he can and he was nervous about me ever seeing it. I, thank Christ, never witnessed it, though. I would've broken the fuck down, I can't handle angry men. What was the topic discussed in the last meeting you attended? I don't know the last time I went to a "meeting." Honestly, when’s the last time you genuinely liked someone? Now. Are you Team Jacob, Team Edward, or you just don’t care? I've never been into Twilight, but I find Jacob way more attractive. Do you like it when questions are long and make you think? Yes. Have you ever had love at first sight happen to you? No. Do you think Avatar is really all that great? I'm assuming you mean the movie and not TLA? I never saw the full thing, but I would love it. Love or trust? Trust, I think. You can't love someone in a healthy fashion if you don't trust them. What do you think about sexting? Not about that personally. That'd be so awkward. Have you ever done it? Those days where RP mating scenes on YouTube were over private message, timeskipping wasn't a thing... oh boy. It WAS uncomfortable. Would you ever swim with dolphins? Yeah! Have you ever believed a stereotype? Probably at some point. Have you ever tried marijuana? No, though tbh I probably would (but not through smoking it) for anxiety and panic attacks if it was legal in my state. Is there any reason you should be in jail right now? Can you go to jail for illegally downloading, or it is just a fine? Idk. Did the house you grew up in have a big yard? I mean, it was decent. What has been the most difficult class you’ve ever taken? Latin. That shit was so hard. Do you have any medication that you keep with you at all times? Yes, for panic attacks. What’s something that’s much more difficult than a lot of people realize? Heartbreak. Were you raised by both of your parents? If not, then who raised you? Yes, but Mom played a larger role. Did any of the classes you took in high school count towards uni credit? No. First thing you wash in the shower? My hair. Do you plan outfits? "Not unless it’s a special occasion." <<< Are your parents strict? No. Would you go sky diving? Probably not. I'm afraid of heights, and I'd be really scared the parachute wouldn't deploy. Who sits behind you in your math class? Quite honestly, a bitch. She always has shit to say under her breath. Do you have good vision? No, it's awful. When was the last time you watched a show for people younger than you? Last I was with Sara. We're watching Avatar: The Last Airbender together. Have you ever snuck someone into your house before? No. Is there something your significant other does that bothers you completely? She's competitive and admits to it. A lot, particularly in writing, is a "mine needs to be better" thing. When was the last time you kissed someone on the cheek? When I saw my niece and nephew at my nephew's birthday party. How many best friends do you have? One. Did you ever get bullied as a child or were you the bully? Neither. Would you rather eat grape or strawberry jelly or jam? GRAPE. I hate strawberry jam/jelly. Do your parents ever send you to do their grocery shopping for them? No. Do you know anyone who has a speech impediment? I don't think I do personally. If you have your ears pierced, when did you get them pierced? When I was like... 11-12 or so, maybe? Possibly younger? Have you ever had a significant other who hit you? Fuck no. Do you own any exercise machines? No. Do you still leave/receive voicemails? If I need to, sure. School leaves me voicemails sometimes if I miss a call. Do you live in your hometown? No. Are you a festive person? Do you enjoy holidays? Not very festive, but I mean, I enjoy 'em. Did you/Will you attend college? I'm back in college now!! You’re feeling down - do you listen to sad music or happy? Sad. Listening to music fitting my mood helps me feel related to and not alone. You’re looking for some new music - what’s your preferred way to discover? YouTube recommendations. Do you watch the news? No. What hooks you to a television show? The most important thing is A GOOD PLOT!!! It needs to be really interesting to me, bc I do NOT get into shows easily. As for funny shows, they need to be fuuuuunny. I don't think I could ever get "hooked" on a show again, though. I just don't watch TV. Have you ever received anesthesia or morphine? Yes. On the morphine occasion, it didn't do jackshit. I don't think they gave me nearly enough. Is there anyone that makes your skin crawl? The #1 thing that most fits the definition of "skin crawling" to me is seeing a fetus move from outside the stomach, especially the further the mother is along. It's fucking alien-esque and actually makes me scream and panic. Are people more likely to tell you to tone it down or to speak up? It can be either. Do you have a dining room in your house? No. Do you know the alphabet in any other languages? Very close to all of German's. I blank and aren't sure on a couple. How many people have you had sex with? One. Have you ever been surfing? No.

[burkedeboer]

North to the Abyss

2 F, 1 M.

During the gold rush, a woman travels to the coastal Alaskan town from which her husband sent his last letter. She intends to track him down, but instead finds greater mystery in the nature of his disappearance.

A note on the text: though only her opening monologue is in verse, you may notice that all of Rachel’s dialogue is timed to iambic pentameter. She is the only character that does so, and should help to distinguish her class from the other characters.

This 10 Minute Play was written in spring of 2018. The full text is below the break.

At center stage - RACHEL VASSALL. A well-to-do young woman, educated in turn of the century universities. She reads from a letter.

RACHEL “My dearest Rachel, the light of my life, Our time apart has only just begun And already I long for my return. I remind myself of what’s to be had: How better we shall live with these riches, That is, should this journey north prove fruitful. Yet, though I am confident in myself As I now have arrived in Alaska And look to the next steps of my travels, I would that my feet could now beat southward.

Every night I spend in a lonely bed And awake beside an empty pillow Is another sunset and rise wasted. I know we shall be together quite soon - As soon as the springtime, I’ll come to you. And yet it is not nearly soon enough.

I curse what this world requires of us, That it should require us be apart. But we shall overcome this great distance, As distance only is measured on maps, And there’s no mortal measure for our love. I am yours eternal. All my love, Claude.”

This was the first letter from Alaska. He said he would write whenever he could. I have a letter too from Seattle, where he waited ashore all of one night, a night he spent writing his love to me. That was Claude’s way; he always kept his word. So how, I wonder, did it come to pass that this letter should also be his last?

(Exits)

(A post office in a coastal Alaskan town. The 20th century has barely just begun; this is the sort of town that barely knows it, and won’t catch up with new century for some time. It is minded by the lone clerk and postmaster, BILL SAYER, an older man who stands behind a desk. He groans loudly as RACHEL enters. She looks at him alarmed.)

SAYER Sorry, miss, sorry to growl at ya, it’s just my back. I got them floating kidneys, y’know. Makes the lower back hurt something fierce. I got a balm for it though. But that’s talk for the apothecary not the post office. What can I do for you?

RACHEL What does the name Claude Vassall mean to you?

SAYER Both a lot and not much. From the look about you, I’d say he means more to you.

RACHEL I’d certainly hope so - he’s my husband.

SAYER Is that so? Well. It’s nice to meet you. Though it could have been under nicer circumstances.

RACHEL What do you mean? I haven’t heard from him; not hide nor hair nor whisper since the fall. I’ve no idea or notion how he is.

SAYER Yes, that’s right.

RACHEL Excuse me?

SAYER I’m terribly, awfully sorry, Mrs. Vassall. I didn’t realize, I-... Well. Easiest way to put it is that I know as much as you. Or as little, as it were. Nobody else has seen him either, not in this town. Not on this realm.

RACHEL What do you mean by “realm?” When did he leave?

SAYER In the fall.

RACHEL When he arrived? I have his last letter. I’ve kept it by my heart these last few months.

SAYER I’m sorry. We tried to warn him against staking that claim.

RACHEL Yes-- his claim, on some island in your bay.

SAYER Not just some island. Abaddon Island. That’s what the Russians called it anyway, and we may have changed a lot with this territory but that’s one thing we kept our hands off of. It’s better that way.

RACHEL I’m afraid I don’t understand, Mister-...?

SAYER Oh, of course, where are my manners. Sayer, ma’am. Bill Sayer. I’m the postmaster here. When your husband came and dropped off the letter, I didn’t realize who he was or where he was going or I would have talked to him myself. Maybe I should have gone out of my way to find him afterwards. After I heard from Eliza - she’s the lady what runs the inn he stayed at, and I heard from her that he had the Abaddon claim. And he planned to stake it. Then he was gone.

RACHEL Please don’t say it like that, Mr. Sayer. “Gone,” it just sounds so terribly final.

SAYER I’m sorry Mrs. Vassall, I know he was your husband. But let me-- I’m sorry. There’s something you need to know.

RACHEL I only need to know where to find him.

SAYER No-- I-- Listen. If I may: The man that sold him that claim sold it to him in California.

RACHEL I recall; I did share a house with him.

SAYER I only bring it up because the man who sold it was some sort of swindler.

RACHEL Was he so ignoble? Was the claim false?

SAYER No, the claim was true.

RACHEL Then tell me how my husband was “swindled?”

SAYER It’s just a matter of the fact being that no one around here would sell or advise the sale-of the claim on Abaddon Island. It was first staked back in the day when all the claims around here were getting staked. The old boy who took it up never came back. Things were in such a boom in those days, the town was just starting to spring up, not even platted yet, people coming and going every which way and nobody thought much of anything when a year passed and the claim wasn’t renewed so it defaulted back to the office. They figured he must’ve just left town, like so many others. Sold it again. But this time it was sold to a man who staked the Klondike and the Fortymile and had had himself a whole bunch of success. And he had struck gold outside of town here again, and folks in town knew him, so when spring turned to summer and we hadn’t seen him a search party got rounded up. Then these Chugach came to town, they got some villages down the coast both ways, been here for longer than any white folks, this is their land and their culture. They come out to sell their wares. So the posse asked them about that island, if they had any advice. And they told those men the same thing I’m gonna tell you: stay away.

RACHEL Is there some Native folklore about it?

SAYER Yes ma’am. It’s a forbidden land, in their eyes. I guess way back when the Russians were here, fur trapping expeditions sent attachments there, and it’s the same story. Same story as what happened to the posse too. Same story way back a thousand years. It’s been told too many times and I hate to tell it again. This time about your poor husband. I’m just afraid that when it comes to Abaddon Island, that’s the only way the story gets told.

RACHEL Then how did the rights to such an island, home to only warnings and precautions, come to be in the Lower Forty-Eight? Traded from a swindler to my husband?

SAYER Couldn’t tell ya. Don’t know. After the rights expired for the second time, a man named Chuch Buckford bought it. By that time I was working here. But I wasn’t postmaster yet, or else I would’ve refused to sell it to him. He went on and on about how all of this was only superstition. About how he was a man of reason, and a positivist, and how he would prove to us that there was nothing to fear. He had some sort of plan about it, or so he said. And he said it a lot. But he never went. After Chuch, I don’t know exactly how it changed hands, other than through poker games and maybe barters of some other sort. The state of things came to be that if a man put up a gold claim as part of a bet, then his opponent would demand to read it over and make double sure it wasn’t The Island. Or, if the opponent was a fresh-faced greenhorn, then everyone else around the table would intervene on his behalf and inspect the claim themselves. See, that’s why I say when Mr. Vassall arrived so keen to take on Abaddon Island I knew for a fact that it had been sold to him elsewhere. Every year, through the years, a different face would come into the office and renew the claim before it expired. A different man, every year, with all sorts of plans and ideas about how to get in and get out. One boy said he was gonna just row out there at dawn and back before dusk each day. I don’t know if he did it. It carried on this way for some time.

RACHEL And so it did, ‘til my husband arrived.

SAYER Yes ma’am, so it did.

(Enter RUTH, carrying a hefty bag of postage.)

RUTH Good fuckin’ shit, Bill, they must be thawing out up north, look at this load of postage! Snowbanks still up past your tits though, but looks like them logging camps finally got their shit down here. Good Lord, I’ve packed bears out of the backcountry that were lighter than this. (She slams the bag down. Beat) Who is this, why’s she crying?

RACHEL Oh am I really? Please, I don’t mean to.

SAYER No, there’s no reason to be embarrassed. I apologize for my courier. Ruth.

RUTH Yes Bill?

SAYER I’d like you to meet Mrs. Vassall.

RUTH ...Vassall? That’s not--

SAYER That is.

RUTH Oh hon.

RACHEL There’s been plenty of pity for me now, I’d appreciate it if you spared it.

RUTH Well alright. So Bill gave you the low-down then?

RACHEL He did.

RUTH I’m sorry, Mrs. Vassall. We tried to warn him.

RACHEL And tried to warn me, but I’m undeterred. I intend to travel to your island, and I intend to see it for myself.

SAYER Ma’am-- Nobody’s seen The Island for theirselves and came back to talk about it.

RACHEL I understand.

SAYER Nobody knows what happened to your husband, specifically, but let me tell you, everyone knows the general notion.

RACHEL I cannot believe that unless I see.

RUTH I’d go after my fella if he pulled a similar stunt.

SAYER Ruth… Ma’am, please, have a good think about this idea. Even if it wasn’t Abaddon Island. No offense, but you seem very well educated.

RACHEL I fail to see how that could bring offense.

SAYER It’s just I’m inclined to think you might not have a whole lot of experience in the woods. In the woods, alone, tracking a man. Would I be right?

RACHEL Yes.

SAYER Just consider what this whole undertaking would mean for you.

RACHEL Of course I have already, before I left. I took a ship up from San Francisco; I would not have made this trip hastily, but only after a winter of thought.

RUTH What you’ll wanna do, if you’re gonna head on out there, is pick yourself up a hired gun here in town.

SAYER Don’t tell her that.

RUTH Well she needs some sort of somebody helping her out. And I don’t rightly know, could be you go get a trapper or a mountaineer or some sort of timber fella. Someone that knows the wilderness real well and how to survive in it.

SAYER Nobody knows what The Island holds.

RUTH See, that’s what I’m thinking. Which is why I think of all the burly young bucks wasting their time in our taverns that would be raring to go. Remember that night when Joey Stokes walked down main street with his cap and ball Colt and shot out all the street lights one by one? Sheriff didn’t even arrest him on account of the fact that he was so impressed with Joey popping bulbs from a count of sixty paces.

SAYER Don’t ask her to talk to Joey Stokes.

RUTH Why not? It’s a heroic hunt, I’m sure he’d jump at the invitation.

SAYER Yes he would. And I like Joey Stokes. What you’re suggesting is instead of Mrs. Vassall dying alone, that Joey goes and dies with her.

(Silence)

RACHEL I trust it’s not as dire as all that. If it so worries you, Mr. Sayer, then I resolve to leave on my lonesome. I did not come to our Final Frontier with intent to rob you of your neighbors.

SAYER Much obliged. Much as I can oblige it.

RACHEL But your advice, much as I value it, can not be followed to its last letter. I did not sail north to turn south at port. I only want my husband home and safe, or, failing that, have him home and buried. Whichever fate the good Lord wills it be.

RUTH One way or another you’ll meet again.

RACHEL Yes. And meet in this world; I will find him.

RUTH I believe you when you say it. I just don’t believe me when I think it. Maybe since it’s springtime it’ll be easier. I wish you luck, ma’am.

RACHEL And you as well.

(RUTH exits. SAYER sighs, produces a box from under the desk.)

SAYER You’re set on it then?

RACHEL Yes, Mr. Sayer, I am resolute. In both my decision and intentions.

SAYER (He produces a revolver from the box.) Now I know this isn’t much. It’s just the post office pistol, issued to us should we need to defend ourselves. It’s a Peacemaker. They call it the gun that won the west, and The Island is west of here, technically. Cartographically. It would ease my mind if you had some sort of protection. (He produces a box of ammunition, sets it next to the gun on the table.) Now, legally, I’m not allowed to give this to you. Unless I deputized you a post carrier, I suppose. Not sure I’m allowed to do that either. But what I can do is leave it on the table here and step into the back. And if it was gone by the time I came back, I wouldn’t have a clue who took it. My own fault. Doubt anyone from the government would come checking on it anyway.

RACHEL I appreciate the offer-

SAYER No, now this one I’m firm on. All right, that’s my ultimatum. Either don’t go or take the gun. And I am the postmaster, I carry words and my words carry. Now it was nice meeting you, Mrs. Vassall. You are a determined sort, and that is respectable.

RACHEL And nice to meet you too, Mr. Sayer.

SAYER I just gotta pop into the back real quick. Hope to see you around.

SAYER exits to the back. There is a long silence as RACHEL considers. She then takes the gun and the ammo. She exits.

[devoraakss]

Maybe for modern au...Drunk one night stand with Aveana and Lucio but HE gets attached and keeps finding excuses to visit her

this is going to be so fucking long oh my god i gOT CARRIED AWAY. Maybe i’ll start a series in a modern au centered around this? a whopping 2,585 words im fdgsf

Lucio was no stranger to one night stands. They were fun, simple, easy, chaotic. Everything that Lucio adored. It started like it always did, he had maybe a biiit too much to drink… but he was sober enough to have a coherent conversation and not come off as a total ass.  

He had seen her from across the bar. Like some kind of awful romantic comedy, he knew he had to get closer to her, talk to her– something! If he was lucky, take her home. Lucio knew he was a catch, he’d been flirting all night but… well, he hadn’t seen anyone quite as… eye-catching as she was.

A mess of dark brown hair tied up in a messy bun, pale skin speckled with so many freckles he could make constellations with them if he wanted… Her right arm is inked with intricate geometric designs and he can see the beginnings of another tattoo on her thigh, peeking out from under the hem of her short dress that hugged her hips so perfectly. Her body was sinfully curvy, with thighs that look like they could kill a man. she looked so soft and plump… He had to at least try to get a piece of that.

When he finally tears his eyes from the rest of her, he’s been caught. a startling pair of mismatched eyes are staring him down, and a teasing smile plays on her full lips. Well, if he didn’t move now he’d just look like a creep.

With relative ease, Lucio stands and strides over to where she sat at the bar, taking the empty seat beside her and offering her a charming smile. “You come here often?”

This… exquisite woman laughs, blessing his ears with her musical voice– He swears she looks more beautiful than he does… It must have been the alcohol.

“Classic conversation starter… maybe I do.”

Her voice is like silk, sending shivers down his spine and making him think of what else that mouth of hers can do… especially with those pouty lips.

“That’s odd, because I’ve never seen you before, and I know I’d remember a pretty face like yours.”

“Oh? you sound very sure of yourself.” She moves and her skirt slips a little higher up her legs and gods, what he wouldn’t give to have those thighs wrapped around his head– Lucio quickly looks away banishing those thoughts from his mind. The last thing he needed was to pop a stiffy in the middle of the crowded bar– though it would be interesting. He wasn’t interested in a quickie by the bathroom, he wanted so much more than that. To drag his hands over her curves, bruise her, mark her, have her screaming his name… Speaking of…

“If there’s one thing I have an abundance of it’s confidence, my dear… I don’t believe I caught your name.”

She gives him a look that is mildly amused, giving her drink a stir. “Aveana. and you are?”

Lucio grins, resting his elbow on the bar as he leaned a bit closer to her. “My name’s Lucio, Aveana.” He lets her name roll off his tongue in a sultry purr, and by the way her eyebrow arches at him, biting her bottom lip… She was as… interested in him as he was in her.

“What do you say we get out of here? I’m sure I can show you a good time, if you’re interested.”

Aveana laughs once again, finishing off her drink with a smile. “That sounds like an invitation if I’ve ever heard one.” 

Lucio can feel his heart racing in his chest, holy shit this was working? of course it was, she would have to be blind if she wasn’t interested in someone as enthralling as himself. “It was, are you coming with me, or am I going home lonely tonight?” Lucio teases, but he hopes to god she says yes. Being able to run his hands down those supple hips of hers… He just might be drooling a little. Aveana gives him a look that’s almost searing, incredible mismatched eyes gazing at him like he is the mouse and she is the cat. She stands from her seat at the bar, flagging down the bartender to pay for her drink and then turning back to him, a haughty smile on her lips. “Your place or mine?”

Lucio woke up with the hangover from hell, coupled with two sets of paws digging into his back. Mercedes and Melchior were barking up a storm, excitedly stepping all over him in their attempts to stir him from his sleep, which only served to make his head throb even more. His dogs still when they see he’s awake and they excitedly shove their cold snouts under the covers, the shock nearly making Lucio fall off the bed, but he manages to keep them at bay with his foot. “m’fuckin’ dogs… go away.”The dogs huff, but seeing as they are not  dragging their human out of bed anytime soon, scramble over him and run out the door to his bedroom, barking and snapping at each other.Bloodshot silver eyes flicker open, squinting angrily at the sunlight streaming in through the bedroom window of his penthouse. He huffs angrily, grabbing one of the satin red pillows and putting it over his head, trying to bury deeper into the sheets. He was almost back to sleep when his phone buzzed from where it sat haphazardly on his nightstand. With another irritated huff he reaches for his phone, feeling around before his hand closes around the device. He turns it on and winces at the brightness, quickly turning it down before squinting to read his notifications… A new text from Nadia– he had seventeen missed messages, and two missed calls… Damn… what time was it? He glares at the clock and groans. 2:30 pm. 

He had a lunch date with Nadia and he missed it. Well he didn’t want to go anyways but he always at least tried to make an effort. He sighs, quickly typing back a half-assed response to Nadia– ‘srry noddy 2 hungover to care lmao’ with a few emojis just to piss her off.The missed calls were both from Valerius, no doubt because Nadia had been furious he missed their engagement. Lucio shrugs and sets his phone back on the nightstand, content to go back to sleep before– There is a angry banging on his door, muffled voices reaching his ears. The sound makes Mercedes and Melchior go ballistic. Lucio snarls a few curses into the pillows, kicking the covers off himself like an angry child who was just told to get up for school. Pulling himself from the comfort of his bed he is suddenly struck by the fact that he was bare ass naked. This wasn’t too odd, though a quick look in the mirror reminded him of the… adventure he had the night before. Dark purple bruises are setting in on his neck, shoulders and chest, a quick glance at his back shows angry red scratches– and it all brings a shit eating grin to his face. It came back in blurs, but the more he remembered the faster it started coming back. Aveana. He didn’t bother looking for her, he figured she was long gone, but there was that small part of him, the silent disappointment that he likely wouldn’t see her ever again… another impatient bang at his front door drags him from his thoughts and he quickly fishes out a pair of sweatpants from the clothes piled on one of the couches in his room and tosses them on, hand coming to rub at his temple as he makes his way towards the door. “Fuckin’ hell I’m coming! good gods…” Lucio barks out, and Mercedes and Melchior race to the door, nearly tripping him as he reaches it. 

“Mercedes! Melchior! G– augh, Go away!” 

He shoos the dogs off, placing himself between them and the door to keep them from running out. He grumbles as he undoes the lock, cracking the door open to reveal a furious Nadia. Scarlet eyes bore into him but he can’t find it in himself to care how angry she was, returning her gaze with an unimpressed praise of his brow. “What did I do this time.” Nadia’s gaze is scorching, and not in the good way. “I know you don’t care about a lot of things but when we make plans to have lunch, with my parents, I expect you to arrive!! I can tolerate being a bit late but blowing it entirely? And making me look foolish?!”  

She shoves her way into the luxurious penthouse and he lets her, rolling his eyes as she passes– though he wasn’t expecting the shorter, white haired person that follows her. Asra is staring at his phone texting someone as he enters behind her, gaze flickering to look at Lucio with a disgusted scrunch of his nose, shaking his head with a sigh. “Nadia, I hate to say I told you so, buuut…” “Then don’t!” Nadia fumes, heading to the kitchen and grabbing one of Lucio’s favorite wines. Lucio makes a face, like he just bit into the worlds sourest lemon. 

“Sure, make yourselves right at home.” He comments flatly, glaring at Asra as he shuts the door behind them. His house was by no means fit for guests, and Lucio was only just now seeing the clothes strewn around the living area… were those his boxers on the counter?Nadia doesn’t seem to notice, not even bothering with a proper glass as she uncorks the bottle and takes a strong swig of it. “Aw, c’mon, Nadia that’s–” “Shut up! You don’t get to bitch about your wines! Do you know how long my sisters are going to hold this over my head!? ‘Oh, poor Nadi, can’t make her husband show up for a simple luncheon’ I’ll never hear the end of it,” she rounds on Lucio, pointing accusingly at him with one perfectly manicured fingernail.

“And it’s all. Your. Fault. Our relationship is for show but you kind of defeat it’s purpose when you don’t fucking show up!” 

Nadia collapses into one of the chairs at the island counter, steepling her fingers against her temple. Asra clicks his tongue, sliding into the seat beside her and propping his feet on the counter. “Gonna take a bit to fix that one, Lucio.” Lucio rolls his eyes again, willing to say just about anything to make them both go away. His hangover was making Nadia sound like a shrill harpy, and Asra was beginning to sound a lot like Camio…

 “Look, I’m sorry, okay? I forgot.” He begrudgingly apologizes, moving to rifle around in his medicine cabinet for something to soothe the ache in his head. “Convenient.” Nadia snaps back, but she doesn’t sound too mad anymore… she must have ranted most of her anger to Portia before coming over to chew him out. If it weren’t for both of their parents fixing up their relationship Nadia and Lucio wouldn’t even have to make an effort to be together– but alas. Here they were. Nadia makes a disgusted sound, and when Lucio turns around Nadia is glaring at a.. Thin piece of fabric draped over the table, the dark red lace a clear indicator that it wasn’t his. Lucio quickly grabs the underwear and tosses them somewhere in the living room– if he had any shame, he would be blushing, but the only thing on his face is that shit eating grin. “Sorry about that.” he remarks, grabbing a glass and filling it with water. “I cannot stand you.” Nadia fumes, taking another drink of wine and resting her head on the marble counter. Lucio chuckles, shrugging his shoulders. “So you’ve said before.” the next hour is Nadia ranting about what exactly transpired at this lunch, and the longer she talks the more Lucio is glad he missed the damned thing. The second the two of them leave he promptly passes out on the couch. 

Lucio spends the next few days making it up to Nadia, going to a brunch with both her parents and her sisters– it was painful to sit through. Especially when his thoughts were occupied with someone else. He couldn’t get Aveana off his mind, it was stupid and foolish but he was 100% sober and remembered every moment of them together. It was a simple one night stand, but he silently hoped that if he returned to that bar… he would see her again. This distracted state of mind led to many questions from Nadia’s family met with a confused ‘Huh?’ or ‘I’m sorry, what?’ Which served to make Nadia more flabbergasted, and afterwards Lucio made up some half-assed excuse about having another engagement to get away from her.A quick text to Valerius and he had a ride home, so that was taken care of.. in the mean time, maybe he could do some shopping– Lost in his thoughts, he didn’t even notice the person in front of him until he walked right into them. A disgruntled ‘oof’ left Lucio’s mouth, his face screwing up in a displeased scowl, perfectly stylized brows drawing together. 

“Hey, watch where you’re–” His breath caught in his throat when he saw those familiar blue and gold eyes, expression going from a scowl to one of utter shock. “Lucio?!” Aveana looked just as startled, her voice cracking on his name, nearly dropping her phone in her hands.They both stare at each other for a few seconds– though to Lucio it seems like hours, and his heart is slamming against his ribcage. He knows exactly what she looks like under those clothes, the expanse of soft skin covered in gorgeous lines of ink, the freckles that dot over every inch of her. He knows how she feels beneath his hands, soft and perfect. He knows how she sounds when his lips are on her neck and– “Lucio, what the fuck” Asra’s voice shatters his thoughts and his expression is back to that scowl of his, silver eyes darting over to him. He’s so thrown he says the first thing that comes to his mind. “What are you gawking at?” Asra has his arm hooked through Aveana’s in a friendly manner which floors Lucio even more– Asra knew her! Asra knew her and all this time he could have– no, no, scratch that, Asra probably wouldn’t have told him even if he asked. “You’re the one gawking, goatshit–” “Asra.” Aveana gives him a hard jab in the side, cheeks bright red as she cuts her eyes at him. Asra makes a face, glancing at his friend. “Hold on, are you telling me you know him?” Lucio grins, folding his arms. “We do indeed know each other. I think I still have something of yours back at my apartment, too…” he remarks offhandedly, giving her a knowing look and watching the blush on her cheeks just spread.  

Asra opens his mouth to speak, but then he stops himself, eyes going wide. “Hold the fuck on, just a minute,” He’s sputtering now, violet eyes wide and accusing in Lucio’s direction.“Asra, we really should get back to Muriel, you know he doesn’t like staying in the food court by himself…” Aveana tries to interject but Asra is all out glaring at Lucio now, it was too late. “Those– on the counter?!– I cannot fucking believe you!” Asra’s abject horror only makes Lucio’s grin widen, which in turn makes Asra even more irritated. Aveana quickly pushes Asra towards the direction of the food court, offering Lucio a sheepish smile. 

“I’ll, uh… stop by your place later to grab that… thing..” She mutters, averting her gaze from him and tugging Asra off in the opposite direction. Lucio watches with an emboldened sense of glee forming in his chest. He had this little dove in his grasp again, and this time? He didn’t intend to let her go.

[wackygoofball]

Gifset: Jaime x Brienne - Florist AU

Jaime Lannister wants nothing more but work his normal job again, no matter what it may cost him. Ever since the hand injury accompanied by a number of infections that had him hospitalized for what felt like an eternity, he felt useless, no longer being able to work his job the way he used to, growing increasingly frustrated with himself.

However, his health keeps suffering for it, since Jaime doesn't want to take the time to fully recover from the infections having made his immune system rather fragile, not wanting to admit that weakness to himself.

Tyrion, concerned for his older brother’s wellbeing, wants Jaime to fully recover and regain his strengths. Thus, the youngest son of Tywin Lannister makes arrangements to have his brother take a much-needed vacation, though really, he has to trick Jaime into it, which Tyrion manages, passing it off as a business meeting in the Stormlands, only to have Jaime suffer through a flight there with his poor health, arriving on the Sapphire Isle, Tarth, where there is evidently no business meeting whatsoever.

Once Jaime realizes that he has been played, he calls Tyrion from the airport to demand explanations, to which the younger man only recounts the merits of a vacation by the sea, including “a beautiful countryside, salty air, to help the weak lungs and a horrible internet connection. You will hate it, but you will thank me for it later, I am most sure, dear brother.”

Jaime gives in to his fate eventually, knowing that with his health at present, he wouldn’t be able to make it through another flight for at least a number of days. That one flight had him close to dying, so Jaime either manages to force Tyrion to have a ferry take him, or he will have to sit through this for a number of days until he is well enough to travel again.

No matter what, someone is going to get murdered once I am back in King’s Landing, though, Jaime thinks to himself as he moves into the small house by the sea that his brother rented for him.

Jaime makes a few attempts to get back into work despite his little brother’s scheme, because there are telephones, obviously, and even Tyrion’s effort of taking Jaime’s cellphone away before he left for the non-existent business meeting should not prevent him from making some phone calls or get himself hooked up on a computer in one of the internet cafés downtown.

However, Tyrion should not be underestimated, since he also snatched Jaime’s notebook containing all numbers, just like he somehow managed to block his accounts by changing his older brother’s passwords so that Jaime doesn’t even have a chance to check his e-mails.

Not knowing what else to do with the forced free-time, Jaime starts to explore the “stupid island” and wanders around, hoping that the fresh air will do him good enough to be able to board a plane ASAP to get back home – and smack his little brother upon return.

However, as he continues venturing through Tarth’s uninhabited areas, not wanting to talk to people, since he is almost instantly recognized as Jaime Lannister, or at worst, the Kingslayer, following a scheme he took part in to take down Aerys Targaryen after illegal practices in the company, Jaime gets lost.

Reckoning that it’s best to keep in one direction until he reaches either a town or the coast, Jaime tries to keep on track, cursing his little brother for taking his cellphone all the while. He eventually comes by a flower field with high grass and even higher flowers.

So, cutting across country it is!

Jaime continues to wade through the high grass, when suddenly a scythe comes slicing out of nowhere. He barely manages to jump aside. And as the high grass falls to the earth, the flowers reveal a tall, blonde woman with brilliant blue eyes and scythe in hand.

“Oh by the Seven, I could have chopped off your head with that,” she curses.

“I realized!” he retorts.

“Just what devil possessed you to come through here?! You could have gotten yourself killed!”

“Well, maybe next time you check whether there are people you are about to cut down with your scythe, woman,” he grumbles, quite surprised that the woman now puts the blame on him.

“You should not walk on private property, then. Normally, there are no people here, you realize?” she scoffs defensively.

Jaime explains that he got lost and just tried to keep in one direction. "Islands do have limits, so I thought if I stuck to one direction, I would get fuckin' somewhere. Also, there are no fences, so I didn't know I was on your property."

"Well, basically, this is all my property."

He frowns. "What?"

The blonde woman holds out her hand to him, scythe over the other shoulder. "Brienne of Tarth."

“Tarth, as in…”

“As in the name of the island, as in Tarth Inc., yes,” she confirms. “And you are…”

“Jaime Lannister,” he answers.

“As in Lannister Corporations.”

“In fact.”

“Well, Mr. Lannister, then I suppose I should see to it that you get back to civilization. I likely cannot afford for Tywin Lannister’s son to get lost in my fields.”

“Unless you want to suffer his rage, no.”

“I think I will pass. We all heard the tale about the Casterlies.”

“Yeah, that didn’t end pretty.”

She gives him a hand and proceeds to walk Jaime through the flower field. Jaime notices just how well the woman seems to know the area, barely having to look down as Brienne continues to wade through the high grass, though she stops every now and then to bend down and collect… rather odd things: Withered flowers and leaves, out-of-shape mushrooms, curled and bent twigs, and so on.

When asked about it, Brienne explains that she is a florist and that she grows all plants she uses for her bouquet here on the Sapphire Isle, so to maintain their quality.

"And what are the mushrooms and broken twigs good for?" he asks.

"Two other bouquets I am working on."

"But those blue flowers are withered."

"I am aware."

"Then why would you use them?"

"Why not?"

"I thought you’d only use the best. You yourself just said that you wanted to guarantee the sheer quality of your flowers by growing them here instead of importing them from elsewhere," he argues, trying to keep up with her.

"It's all a matter of arrangement,” she explains.

"Well, last time I checked, most people will lose their shit if they get withered flowers in the bouquets they order."

"Which is why we tell our customers specifically that this is what they get,” Brienne answers, shrugging. “So there are no bad surprises."

After some time, they reach Evenfall Hall. Brienne offers to call a taxi for him, after learning that Jaime’s brother made arrangements to have his cellphone taken. In the meantime, Jaime looks around the great hall, taken aback by the sheer beauty of the arrangement, bouquets, and amphoras Brienne displays there, surprised to learn that, in fact, the withered flowers and knotted twigs make them special, and that is something he can tell without having a single clue about the florist business.

When Brienne returns to inform him about the cab being on the way, the two engage in a bit of casual small talk, though both tend to dodge personal topics, as Jaime does not wish to talk about his poor health and his hand injury in particular, whereas Brienne, upon Jaime’s questioning about her father, plainly tells him that he passed away some time ago, so not to provide further information, which has him shocked.

“They never addressed that in the news."

"And I am glad for it."

The taxi arrives soon thereafter, and Jaime is on his journey back to the small house by the coast. And as it seems, he found something that is interesting enough to explore while he plots his little brother’s murder: the curious case of florist Brienne of Tarth.

On the next day, Jaime starts to research in a nearby internet café and by asking around town to learn more about Ms. Tarth’s florist business, surprised to learn that there is one specific rule in the terms of service:

"We work with many different kinds of flowers, but we do not make bouquets featuring roses of any kind."

Jaime reckons that he might just as well dig into the matter a little further, and so, on his next stroll across Tarth’s countryside, he ends up by Evenfall Hall yet again.

Brienne, naturally, is rather irritated to see the handsome man who is a big gun at Lannister Corporations back. After all, most people, particularly men, keep their distance from her. Jaime explains that he would like to use his time here to spend as much time in nature as he can to recover, but since all is hers “it would only be fair to ask for allowance first.”

Brienne doesn’t even know what is happening, but she has to realize soon in the wake of the conversation that she somehow agreed to playing tour guide for the arrogant and snarky son of Tywin Lannister.

They didn’t lie about Jaime Lannister – he is a gifted businessman who can convince you of almost anything if need be.

As Jaime asserts, the arrangement would be of mutual benefit, adding, "Plus, it would be a pity if the oldest son of Tywin Lannister was found dead here after he got lost in your woods. Imagine the uproar – and the sorrow."

She rolls her eyes. "My heart could barely take it."

Over the course of Jaime tagging after Brienne as she goes about her daily chores of searching the most curious items for her flower arrangements, they start to grow closer, just like they begin to open up to one another as they discover that, against all odds, they actually have a lot in common.

Eventually, Jaime asks her about the "no roses policy," which has her rather defensive as to why. Brienne shoots back by asking why he is so eager to keep his hand injury to himself, "though you evidently can't move it properly."

This gets Jaime by surprise, since he tried his best to hide the injury from anyone uninvolved, including the blonde florist.

That is what pushes him at last to admit just why he is so persistent in pushing himself to the limits: "I want to be of use again. I can no longer work the job the way I used to work it. I can no longer do the sports I used to like. And my dear little brother doesn't seem to get that I need to do this job much more desperately than he can even begin to fathom."

"Well, maybe you have to find a new job then."

He blinks. "Excuse you?"

She shrugs. "I used to work for my father's company, you know? Full-time job. Flights all across the country. Just like him. I worked very closely with Renly Baratheon for a time, which kept me from home... for a long time. We missed each other on flights, we barely saw one another. Then my father got sick, and I stayed home to tend to him... and I realized that this was so much more worth it than maintaining the family company. I rather want to maintain the family, you see?"

"So you dropped out?"

Brienne nods. "I am still the biggest shareholder, so to know that the policies are maintained to the moral standards we set up and that I wish Tarth Inc. to continue to stand for. But I don't actively take part in it anymore, no. I sell flowers now."

"Quite a change of profession."

"Yes, and I realized that it did me... really good."

"But don't you miss it at times? The challenge of it? I mean, you said yourself you are not afraid of a challenge if it arises."

"Not really. And I realized that there is something to... setting up new challenges for oneself."

"So using unusual components for flower bouquets is your challenge?"

"That. And growing flowers in new environments... I get to climb mountains... It may not be the challenge of being a CEO, but... it's fine to me. Everything else that I need to stay competitive in... I can take to the gym."

Jaime laughs. "I bet you beat all the men around."

"I knock them into the dust for all my life."

"Well, if I were in good health, I suppose I would put up quite a challenge."

"I'd still beat you."

"Boxing?"

"Mixed Martial Arts."

"I used to do that before the hand injury, quite successfully so."

"Now, is that a challenge, Mr. Lannister?"

As the two continue to spend time together, taking solace in each other’s company and the trust that keeps developing amongst the two as they continue to open up to one another in ways they didn’t to anyone in what feels like ages, they grow closer and closer.

And so, it isn’t until long that they get too close. However, Jaime’s departure, which is not far away, as he is doing better with every day passing, may stomp on the fragile bud that grew between the two. Thus, Jaime and Brienne have to wrestle with their growing feelings for one another, aware that life is pulling them in different directions.

And it seems to be that this is one of those challenges that they may not be able to overcome…

[cremedelacremefanfic]

Crème de la Crème: 36

Ashton

“Y’all think these safe to eat? I ain’t tryna fuck up my whole trip because I decided to fuck with foreign beef?” Aaron thought it was funny but I was dead serious.

We were at this shack that was at the end of the beach. We had planned on meeting the rest of the guys later on but decided to get a bite to eat first.

Sean had already taken a bite of his empanada and was nodding his head. He gave me a thumbs up before taking another. That was all the confirmation I needed to risk it all.

“ASHTON!” My eyes widened at the sound of her voice before looking back to see Evie stomping her way over to where we sat.

“Damn Evie, don’t show out overseas, come on bruh,” Aaron said.

“You shut the hell up!” She hushed him “Kids Ashton? A fucking wedding in the winter time? When the hell did you become my damn fiancé and baby daddy?” She asked tapping her foot angrily.

Sean started choking and Aaron being Aaron couldn’t contain his fit of laughter.

I chuckled nervously, “What you talking about girl?” I asked scratching the back of my neck.

“Oh, so you didn’t tell that man that we have twins at home and that we’ve been together for five years with an upcoming wedding?” Again, she tapped her foot angrily.

“Well nigga, did you?” Sean questioned once he composed himself.

“Yeah, I said it.” I admitted, “But we ain’t come here for no overseas booty call.” I said with a slight attitude.

“Exactly!” Sean co-signed.

“Shit nigga, speak for yourself,” Aaron mumbled.

“Can y'all go?” Evie asked kissing her teeth.

“No, but y'all can get the fuck on with your fake ass marital issues, I paid for my food to sit at this damn table.”

Evie rolled her eyes before turning to look at Sean with an angry expression on her pretty face. “Shut the hell up, Sean,” She said, “You, meet me outside.” She said pointing at me before walking off

“Mhm, you done did it now.” Aaron shook his head.

I walked out of the restaurant towards Evie and looked at her evil ass. She was pacing back and forth as she waited for me. I stood behind her making her stop and look up at me with a frown. 

“Why the fuck would you lie like that? What the hell is wrong with you, huh?” She snapped almost immediately. 

“Why the fuck would you go mess around with a dude that I do business with? All the motherfuckas on this island and you fuck with him?” I questioned.

“Who cares, Ashton! You’re making a big deal out of nothing, you act like I was literally on the beach about have se- wait, why am I explaining myself to you? I don’t owe you anything just like you don’t owe me anything.”

“The hell you don’t.” I grabbed her arm, stopping her from walking away.

She yanked away from me. “I don’t! I could go have sex with Rick right damn now and it wouldn’t matter because of this ringless finger.” She held her left hand up and wiggled her ring finger. “This means I’m a single woman who can do whatever she pleases.” 

“What has that nigga done for you to want you to lay with him, huh? 

“What? And you think you’ve done something worthy of earning me, you haven’t done shit but run game on me since that night.” She snapped back at me.” I couldn’t help but chuckle. 

“You know what I think? I think you’re sabotaging us.”

“Excuse me?” 

“You don’t want us to fucking be great, all you give a fuck about is how I was fucking Adrienne butter face ass. I don’t give a fuc–”

“Nigga, fuck Adrienne! I don’t give a fuck about that bitch! This is about how you wanna play ya fuckin’ games with me. I’m a grown ass woman and I don’t have time for games. You’re used to women fawning over your arrogant ass.” She interjected.

“But, see I don’t do games. You fuckin’ lied to me when you said you weren’t fuckin’ Adrienne airhead ass.” She yelled out.

“I’m not fucking her! She sat on my fuckin’ lap but that was fuckin’ it, Evie. I ain’t fucked that girl since I been fuckin’ with you.”

“I don’t have time for this shit nor do I have time for your petty ass games! You want me? EARN ME! I’m not just another bitch you’re gonna fuck whenever you get horny.”

"Evie, what are you afraid of? Just tell me now so we both can stop playing these stupid little games.” I said.

I knew it had to be some reason why we keep having the same argument and I needed to nip it in the bud, shit was starting to get way too exhausting to deal with.

Had it been any other woman I wouldn’t have dealt with this bullshit and took it as a loss but Evie better be happy I have patience with her ass.

“W-What are you talking about? Just let me go, Ashton.” She tried pushing me off of her but I was letting up on my grip.

“No, let’s settle this now, you and I both know I don’t just want pussy. I don’t need to trick you out of your panties and you know that so what’s up?”

“Do I know that? Do I really fuckin’ believe that you don’t wanna get in my panties? Ashton, there are so many things wrong with our situationship.” She said.

“I’m trying to make it right Eve, on some real ass shit I wanna make the shit right. We’re supposed to be enjoying our vacation not arguing every fuckin’ five minutes! So tell me what the fuck is wrong!” I shouted.

“I don’t trust you!” She yelled “There I fucking said it! I don’t trust no man to be quite fucking honest. After the shit with…you know what forget it.” She turned quickly on her heels and began to walk away.

Quickly, I caught up with her and grabbed her arm and snatching her ass around to me. “The fuck you mean you don’t trust me?” I frowned. I was lowkey heated that she didn’t trust me. 

I wasn’t that much of a fucked up as a person. Despite all the shit we keep going through, I still considered Evie my best friend. Shit, she knew more about me than my own brother. 

I watched her as my once frowned face softened as I thought about all of our conversations and what would make her not wanna trust me. That’s when it hit me, I thought back to our conversations in Malibu. I knew exactly why she didn’t trust me, it was because of him.

“It’s because of him right? Is that what this is about Evie?” She sighed heavily as she looked off to the side to avoid eye contact with me. I stepped forward, closing the gap between us. I gripped her chin, turning her head so that she was looking at me. 

I tilted her head up and looked down into her pretty brown eyes. “It’s him right?” I questioned again. She closed her eyes slowly and nodded her head while biting down on her bottom lip. “Yes.” She whispered.

“What does he have to do with this huh? Why do I remind you of him?” 

“Because I feel like I’m not attractive nor do I feel like I’m fuckin’ good enough for you! There I fuckin’ said it.” She sneered as she tried backing up from me, but I kept her close to me. 

I stared down at her, taken completely aback by her words.

Evie

And there it was, pity. Not only did I see it, I felt it radiating off of him and I hated it.

"Eve… I-”

“No.” I silenced him. “Please don’t try to ease my mind with words you think I want to hear.”

“They would be the truth!”  He argued.

“I don’t believe you!” I cried. “Just let me go, Ashton.”

“Don’t do this, Evie, not now.” He pleaded.

“Please, let me go.” I said figuratively and literally.

His hand slipped from mine as he sighed “This isn’t over.”

Turning my back to him, I wiped my tears as I made my back to the beach where Rick was sitting watching the waves.

“You know, I work so much that I never get the time to come down here and admire the beauty of the waves.” He looked over at me and smiled making me smile back lightly “You work things out with you your fiancé?” He chuckled.

“Rick, I am so sorry. Those guys they’re-

"They’re protective of you, I figured that much the day we met but I would be a fool not to believe that there was some truth to his words”

My face went blank. “I do-I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You really don’t know what I’m talking about mami?” His eyes found mine as he looked back to where Ashton and the boys were. I followed his eyes, Ashton sat at the table with Sean and Aaron and of course Ashton’s eyes were locked on me. 

“Look, whatever you two have going on, you have to figure it out. I can tell that there is something there between you two. A blind man can see that you two have feelings for each other.” Rick said, sincerely. 

“Rick, there is nothing between Ashton and I. He’s just my boss.” He chuckled lightly. 

“Stop being in denial, Evie. You like him and by the way that he is staring at you, he likes you too. You’re more than an employee to him.” I sighed heavily. “You’re a beautiful woman so I can understand why he feels for you. You’re smart, and sexy and let’s not forget you have a smile that’ll make a man go to war for you.” He leaned over and kissed my cheek. 

“You enjoy the rest of your trip, beautiful.” He stood up and wiped his pants off before walking away. I sighed heavily as I rolled my eyes at Ashton who still had his damn eyes on me. 

This was all his damn fault, I was not supposed to fall for this nigga at all. He’s not who I should be attracted to but here I am ready to give that nigga my all. He was no good for me but he was everything I wanted. 

Because of that fucked up man that raised me, I was running from every man I’ve ever encountered. I always felt as if I wasn’t good enough for them and destroyed every relationship I ever had before they even begun. It seemed like I wasn’t pretty enough and that my body wasn’t perfect enough just because of him. 

He was why I was like this because of the constant and severe verbal abuse I endured from him daily. Did I think that Ashton was like him? No. Did I think Ashton just wanted to fuck? Yes. 

“Want me to beat him up for you, sis?” I looked up at August and chuckled softly. “Rick is the least problems, August.” I sighed

“I wasn’t talking about him,” He said as he sat down beside me and motioned over to where the other guys were.

“Wha- you-, what?”

“We’re not stupid, Evie. We peep a lot of shit but we don’t say nothing to you guys but we know. Well, Sean doesn’t want to accept it.” He did a slight roll of his eyes and sighed.

“So y’all just clique up and talk behind our backs?” I questioned with a scoff

I couldn’t believe this, how many times they’ve smiled in my face and didn’t even hint that they knew about Ashton and me. I guess I didn’t have too much of a right to be mad because they were supposed to be my closest friends and I probably should have told them a long time ago

“I mean… yeah! It’s not like you or Ashton were telling us anything so we had to make an inference on our own and plus Aaron got a big mouth.”

“Of course!” I breathed out

“Evie, this is a dangerous game you’re playing, you sure you ready for that?”

“What do you mean?” I asked even though I already knew what he was hinting at.

“Ashton’s my boy and has been ever since college but he has his ways about him which I’m sure you’ve already seen. And on top of it, that’s your boss, babe,” he said

I nodded “I know and I…” I sighed “I’m not sure if I should even give into him.” I admitted.

“I didn’t say deny yourself of what you want, I’m saying be cautious.”

[ladyjenise]

My Last Jedi Thoughts (SPOILER WARNINGS SO SCROLL YOUR ASS AWAY IF YOU’RE ON MOBILE)

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Ok, so I think I have to do this in point form:

-the beginning with Poe was fucking amazing. I do love space battles and this was a really good one. But I also laughed my ass off at Hux

-Hux was a little bitch throughout the movie but when he tries to step up to Kylo and Kylo just force chokes him, my friend and I just turned to each other and said “what a little bitch”. Basically, I loved snivelling, jealous Hux.

-Finn was good. I loved Rose. She had some really great moments. There were times when I was like “I love her”. I was so sad her sister died. :(

-LUKE. Oh Luke. The green milk scene tho... I was Rey (I think we all were tbh... when she makes that “oh god I made eye contact” face I was like dying)

-Despite being hardcore Kylo and Rey, I think I enjoyed Luke’s arc in the movie the most. The ending was super sad tho. I know why it had to be that way but...

-Yoda cameo was fucking hilarious. When Luke has his “Imma burn this shit” moment, then decides not to, and Yoda’s like “lol watch this bitch” and sets the fire anyway and laughs, I lost it.  I am Yoda. BURN IT ALL!

-Luke again: his fight with Kylo was lit af. Kylo, pure power, can’t land a hit. And I’m like “lol he’s distracting you, idiot”

-When Luke is training Rey for the first time and he’s like “reach out” and she literally does. Then he slaps her hand for being a fuckin’ dumbass. XD

_Benicio Del Toro’s character, DJ, needed more screen time.

-Holdo’s end was great. I love her. She was totally representing the honourable sacrifice. I mean, so did Paige (Rose’s sister) and Finn almost kinda did (but not really, as Rose explains). Bless those characters and RIP.

-Holdo warping that fucking ship right through that damn First Order ship lol

-Rose, to Finn: when she says they shouldn’t fight the things they hate, but fight for the things they love... I feel like that’s foreshadowing, not specifically on anyone but on the series and life in general. But also a nice transition into what’s been discussed as the main event...

-Rey and Kylo... together, on their own, I love them. I actually kinda felt their relationship progressed too fast, but well, I’ll take it.

-Rey: her parentage reveal wasn’t a total surprise. After reading some decent meta, I became firmly placed in the camp that believed her parents were just nobodies. But I didn’t realize they’d go where they went with it. And there’s a few aspects I want to talk about related to it:

1. Rey always struck me as an unreliable narrator in her own story. This is because that, although she would describe herself as “no one” and “just a scavenger”, her actions always spoke to a certain level of pride and a Marty McFly-esque level of “if you say I can’t do it then I am totally going to do it just because you told me not to”, which totally points to a nature that is much less humble than she tries to act. I’m not shitting on Rey, btw. I love her to bits and this character building is excellent. It shows how damaged and flawed her thinking is. However, Kylo is still a huge asshole for talking to her the way he did (more on that later)

2. Rey’s parents being drunk assholes really struck me for two reasons. Firstly, I’ve worked for 9 years for an organization that works with children living in poverty. A LOT of kids come from really rough backgrounds. Many stories of parents abandoning them, alcohol sometimes being a factor in abuse and abandonment. They’re hard stories to process, especially when there are so many. Rey isn’t real, but her background is a very real reality for so many children in the world. Poverty is a very cruel thing to live with, and punishes many. Secondly, I’ve got a few alcoholics in my family who have made some very poor decisions that have hurt others. My grandfather died homeless and alone because of it. It’s a very sad thing. I can get into this aspect of Rey’s character a bit too personally, and it’s fucking sad.

-Rey has a lot of great scenes in this movie. When she slices the rocks off the ledge and onto the wheelbarrow of those caretakers, I was like lol. Also when she says about the caretakers “I don’t think they like me”, like no shit, hun. Stop breaking shit. Rey is a bit of a walking disaster lol

-When Rey falls headfirst into the whole and in the water, I have totally been on a waterslide like that. It probably isn’t that high of a fall, but it’s pretty terrifying.

-I don’t get the part with the multiple Reys, but when she wanted to see her parents I was like “oh cool it’s the Mirror of Erised” but then it got weird. Again, I don’t get it. I’ll need someone smarter than me to explain it. I trust the director enough that it should have been there. It was nice it gave her something to chat about with Kylo lol “Durr, and then I fell into the water and it was fucking cold. Weird huh?”

-Speaking of Harry Potter shit, when Rey could hear voices leading her to the tree in island Mordor, it sounded like the snake language from Harry Potter and I was like “oh dank, Rey is a parsletongue”

-When Rey shoots at Kylo’s image and you think for a moment that Luke seems Kylo too but he’s asking what the hell happened to the wall in the hut that the caretakers are now frantically patching, and Rey’s like “oh i was uh... cleaning my blaster”. Ok, Melanie Hamilton lol

-Before I get to Kylo, I swear to fucking god there was a Spaceballs reference when DJ slices into the system to get a weakness in the shields and that guy’s screen blips and he’s touching it. I was waiting for the guy to call over Hux or something. “There’s something wrong with the radar, sir”

-Some of the interactions with Hux and Kylo were very Spaceballs-esque, too. I just really like Spaceballs. It was one of my favourite movies as a kid and I saw it long before i ever saw Star Wars.

-Kylo... Oh Kylo. First of all, you need to learn to talk to women. I mean, you were doing ok, and then you FUCKED IT UP. If you’re trying to propose to a woman, telling her she comes from garbage and how you’re her best option is so, so not the way to go about it.

-The part when he takes off his cloak to rush Snoke in the beginning was hot. Him getting shot with lightning immediately after was also hot, but in a literal, burning sort of way. I enjoyed both, and it was a great set up for what happened later.

-Kylo lying to Hux saying that Rey killed Snoke was LOL

-Kylo killing Snoke was A++  I legit did not think they’d just straight up have Kylo basically choose Rey over Snoke but it was right there. Love it.

-Kylo and Rey in the throne room fight was pure sex.

-Kylo and Rey FORCE BOND.

-Kylo and Rey in the elevator.

-Kylo and Rey in the hut. Luke with the cockblock lol

-Rey calling Kylo a snake and yelling at him about his dad. ;.; I imagined them having that EXACT conversation at some point. It’s basically Rey saying Kylo was spoiled and didn’t appreciate his dad and Kylo saying Rey has dad issues and keeps chasing after men to be her surrogate father figure. Again, Kylo, you need to work on your courtship skills because they are subpar, at best.

-When Kylo says “please” in the most pathetic voice ever. That’s when I knew he was completely, totally, helplessly in love with her and that is going to be the only thing that’s going to save him. And let me be VERY clear: I don’t think she will save him. I think he will change to be the man she deserves (somehow, and oh god I don’t know how they’re gonna do it).

-Any time Kylo and Rey touch hands

-Going back to the throne room fight, when Kylo keeps an eye on Rey during the fight to make sure she’s ok.

-That part when Rey drops the lightsaber to kill that one guard. I was like “THAT IS THE MOST BADASS MOVE I HAVE EVER SEEN” and then right after she throws the saber to Kylo and then he pulls off THE NEXT MOST BADASS MOVE I HAVE EVER SEEN

-When Kylo orders them to just shoot the shit out of Luke and afterwards Hux is like “you think you got him?”  XD

-And finally, THE OFFER. I was waiting for him to just yell “TAKE MY DAMN HAND ALREADY, WOMAN!” cause he looked like that’s what he wanted to say but that’s the Kylo in him talking. The Ben in him is saying “maybe if I wait a lilllllllltle longer she’ll come around”

[fanficimagery]

For neonxxlights on Quotev: Originals- y/n moves into the house across from The Michaelsons and Elijah takes interest in her

Author's Note: I know the building across from the Abattoir that the Mikaelson's live in is completely different from what I'm about to describe here momentarily, but just go with the flow.

Elijah X Reader

Dragging the last box into it's appropriate room, you're still in awed disbelief about how affordable one of the townhouses across from the magnificent abattoir in the middle of the French Quarter was. They were meant to be rented out as individual apartments, but the townhouses were put up for sale individually rather abruptly two years ago and the realtor was surprised when you expressed your interest. Especially when said interest didn't wane when she subtly mentioned all the fighting and deaths that took place in and around the French Quarter.

The kitchen is the first room you decide to put together after finding your iPod dock and connecting your phone to it to play some background music, and you've only placed the last glass in the cabinet when there's a knock on the front door. Confused as to who your evening visitor is, you lower the music and go greet them.

Opening it, you find a smiling light-skinned blonde and her smiling dark-skinned female companion. The dark-skinned woman has a plate of covered cookies and the blonde is the one to greet you. "Hey! Sorry for disturbing you, but we thought we'd come over and greet the new neighbor. We never thought these townhouses would sell, so it's nice to see a new face around here."

"Yes. So we brought you cookies," the dark-skinned woman muses, "as a peace offering for disturbing you and as a bribe to ask as many questions as we can to get to know you."

Chuckling, you take the offered cookies. "Don't worry about it. Any friendly disturbance is a welcomed disturbance. Would you guys like to come in? You just gotta ignore the boxes. I'm not usually this messy."

"If you're sure?"

"Totally. I'm Y/N, by the way. I just got in earlier from Texas."

"Freya," the blonde greets as she steps inside. "And this is my girlfriend Keelin."

"Well welcome, Freya and Keelin," you grin. "Lets head into the kitchen since that's the only place I’ve put together so far."

As you get settled in the kitchen, you pass out bottles of water and offer cookies to the two women as you chat. They're real friendly and ask question after question, but you don't find it at all uncomfortable as you get to know each other.

They find out you just transferred to Tulane University to major in Dance and were only able to afford the townhouse because of the life insurance policies you inherited when your parents passed away only half a year ago. You learn that Freya lives in the abattoir across the street from you, and that she lives with her sister Rebekah, Rebekah's boyfriend Marcel, and her brother Elijah. She tells you that her baby brother Kol is traveling the world with his girlfriend and that her other brother Nik moved to Virginia with his daughter and the mother of said daughter. Keelin just laughingly inputs that she was only passing through New Orleans when she got attached to Freya and decided to transfer to a Hospital nearby when she fell in love.

"So why the Quarter?" Freya eventually asks. "Surely there were more.. safer regions to move to."

"You too?" You groan as you hop up on the counter. "The realtor tried her best to disuade me from purchasing this place. Said something about bad blood and deaths." You shrug. "But have you seen this place? This place is a dream come true for a college kid like me. There was no way I could pass it up what with my college not being that far from here. And besides, I like the liveliness of the Quarter. I like that it's always busy and the locals know one another."

"Small town girl?" Keelin asks.

"Small town girl," you confirm. "Born and raised in a town where everyone knew each other and their great grandparents."

"Well if you're going to survive the Quarter, then there's a few rules you should live by," Freya says.

"And what's that?"

"Never invite a stranger into your home-"

"Especially at night!" Keelin interrupts.

"Yes. Especially at night." Freya's lips twitch in amusement. "Don't be caught alone at night and it's best to stay indoors on the night of a full moon."

You snort. "Why? Does the big bad wolf prowl the Quarter or something?"

"Or something."

Your amusement falters at the seriousness of the two women, but you manage to just shrug it off moments later. You've heard the rumors- rumors that sound like they've jumped off the pages of some fantasy novel, but at the end of the day they're just that. Rumors that are most defininately not true. Right?

"Well, we should get going," Keelin then says. "I have to get ready for my shift at the ER and Freya, if I remember correctly, promised to help Josh down at the bar."

"Oh. You're right."

"That's fine." You hop off the counter and the women stand from their stools at the small island counter in the middle of your kitchen. "Thanks for stopping by and introducing yourselves. It would have sucked to not know anyone around here."

Freya smiles kindly once you're all at the door. "No problem. If you need anything, my family and I are just across the street. Don't be afraid to just barge in. Everyone does it."

"Thanks."

As you open the door, you remain on the top step as Freya and Keelin head across the street. Keelin kisses Freya goodbye and then one of the most handsome men you've ever seen exits the abattoir. Freya starts to speak with the man in an impeccable suit before gesturing over to you and you realize that this must be her brother Elijah. You curse softly under your breath as dark eyes stare you up and down, and his lips twitch softly in amusement. He nods in greeting and you weakly wave in return before hurrying back inside your home.

"Goddamn it. She would have a hot brother."

After a rather refreshing shower from your long day at school, you dress in a pair of leggings with a loose tank top over a sports bra. Your hair gets put into a messy bun and you slip your feet into a pair of sneakers. Then after making sure you have your phone and money in a nondescript black clutch, you hurriedly make your way outside and lock your house up.

Rousseau's is calling your name and after spending a couple of weeks to get to know the locals, you're rather on good standing ground with them. Especially with the Mikaelsons and their significant others.

Placing your keys in your clutch, you whirl around only to come up short and yelp in surprise. "Elijah!"

"Y/N." He grins from the bottom of the concrete stairs. "You seem to be off in a hurry."

You roll your eyes while skipping down the steps and briefly hug him in greeting- a hug which always makes him chuckle in surprise. "Just heading over to Rousseau's for dinner. I stayed longer than I expected to in the studio today."

"Ah. For the end of the semester concert. Correct?"

"Mhm. I found a couple of girls to perform with me. The choreography is coming together quite well."

"That's good." A brief silence falls between you and Elijah steps aside, angling his body so he can gesture down the sidewalk. "Do you mind if I accompany you?"

Warmth settles deep into your bones as you smile fondly. "Not at all."

And if you happen to have a smile the entire walk to Rousseau's and laugh more than you have in the last couple of weeks, well then no one's around to call you on it.

Life in New Orleans turned out to be pleasant, especially when the locals realized you were staying put and not just visiting. But the thing is.. people talk. Not the locals, of course, but those at Uni who are quick to catch on just where exactly it is you've set down roots.

There's talk of unbelievable things, of monsters and war. There are some students who are just repeating rumors they've heard, but there are others who supposedly witnessed some mysterious things and were hesitant to admit what they'd seen.

You think it's just talk from a bunch of college kids who had one too many drinks, but your version of reality comes crashing down all around you soon enough.

Rousseau's seemed to be everyone's go-to place, especially when a makeshift stage was opened up to the patrons and everyone got to sing their drunken little hearts out. You had your fair share of birthday celebratory shenanigans well into the night, hopping from one establishment to the next only to call it a night a little after one in the morning.

Your friends hailed a cab and since you lived in the French Quarter, it was fairly easy to walk home. Only you managed to get turned around and the streets aren't as familiar as they should be.

"No. Nope. This isn't right," you mumble for the third time. "Where the hell am I?"

There aren't many people walking around and the part of the city you find yourself wandering through is pretty dark. The people out and about keep their heads down, and when you finally remember you have your phone on you it's too late to GPS your way home.

A hand clasps over your mouth and the world seems to blur before your very eyes before you're tossed into a dank alley. You land with an oomph! on your hands and knees, scraping the hell out of your palms as you roll to a stop. You really don't know what the hell's going on, but you do have a terrible feeling you're in way over your head.

"Look at what we have here, Roan. A pretty little bird all on her lonesome."

"No, no, no," you moan in terror. Scrambling up from the ground, you find yourself backed into a dead end alley. There are two men standing in front of the only exit, both intent on not moving anytime soon.

"She's a local, Roy. You know the rules just as I do."

"Fuck the rules," Roan spits. "We're at the top of the fuckin' food chain, pal. No one should dictate who and when we eat."

With wide eyes, you watch as Roan and Roy debate about eating you or compelling you to forget the entire encounter. You're not completely sure what the hell is going on other than the fact you're sixty percent sure you're either going to die or be seriously injured before the sun even rises.

Palms stinging and knees shaking, you clench your hands and prepare for what’s to come. Only clenching your hands into fists makes the blood flow more and a heart stopping snarl makes you freeze in utter terror. One of the men from the front of the alley blurs within the blink of eye until he's right in front you, and the faint light from the various sources lining the alley allow just enough light to see that the man's face is rather.. monstrous.

Dark veins pulse beneath blood red eyes and sharp fangs are visible just enough between parted lips. "W-what are y-you?" You ask, voice trembling.

But the man takes a deep sniff instead of answering, and a growl slips past his lips. "Well we are going to be out of the city before sunrise," he says. "No one will realize she's missing until we're long gone."

"Atta boy, Roan!" The guy you then presume to be Roy whoops happily. "You get first bite, but pass her over before her energy dwindles too much. I like the fight they put up when they realize they're about to die."

You keen in horror at their words, the tears freely falling now which only makes them chuckle darkly in return. "Don't worry, little one," Roan smirks. "This is only going to hurt for a bit."

Roan reaches forward so one hand is settled on your shoulder while the other grasps you by the hair at the back of your head, he then jerking your head to the side so your neck is exposed. You open your mouth to beg for your life, but he opens his mouth wide with a snarl and his teeth puncture the side of your neck.

You scream loudly as you can literally feel the man- no, the monster- drink from you and your brain registers too late that Roy's laughter gets cut off with a gurgle. Roan is jerked off you and you fall back against the wall in shock and relief, only to be terrified all over again when you see none other than Elijah standing a couple feet in front you and holding Roan by the neck more than a couple feet off the ground.

"E-Elijah?" When he turns toward you, the dark veins and sharp teeth make you gasp. "Elijah, what-"

"I am truly sorry you had to find out this way, but please.. trust me. I mean you no harm." Roan struggles in Elijah's grasp and when Elijah gives the man his attention once more, he tuts at him as if reprimanding a child. "We've had such great peace in our home that we figured it was only a mater of time before punks like you decided to test our restraint."

"L-look, man, we didn't- we didn't know-"

"Of course you did," Elijah drawls. "Every vampire, every witch and every werewolf knows the rules whether they be locals or visiting. Tell me, vampire, did you truly think to get away with this? To feed and kill the young woman who not only lives across the street from my family, but to kill the young woman whom I've become quite fond of?"

You lightly gasp and though you're still quite scared and confused, you can't help the pleasing warmth that brews low in your belly after hearing Elijah's words. Roan continues to beg for his life, but Elijah hears none of it. Fairly quick, and quite easily, Elijah's other hand disappears into Roan's chest cavity and he pulls free what you guess is the guy's heart. Dropping both heart and body at his feet, you swallow back the bile that's crawled it's way into your throat and find yourself staring up at Elijah when he steps before you.

Slowly but surely his non-bloody hand raises to cup your cheek. "I'm sorry," he tells you softly. "I'm sorry I wasn't here sooner to stop this from happening to you."

"You c-couldn't have k-known."

"No, but Marcel did warn me that a few unruly vampires were in town and Rebekah did tip me off that you were wandering the streets with a group of friends. Had I known you'd end up alone and attract their attention, I'd have followed you a lot sooner or made my presence known to keep them off your trail." His thumb smoothes over the apple of your cheek, wiping away your tears before letting his hand fall back to his side. He stares at you like you've never seen him stare at you before and you stomach swoops at the raw emotion you see there.

"Elijah," you breathe in awe. "What's- how is this even real?"

"It's a long and unhappy story, I'm afriad. A story which will have to wait until you're not bleeding from your neck and you've had plenty of rest to wrap your mind around the fact that the world is not as you once knew it."

"Why did you save me then? Isn't this- your kind or whatever- supposed to be a secret?"

Elijah's lips faintly twitch. "There are some humans in the know," he admits. "And as for saving you, didn't you hear? I'm quite fond of you, Miss Y/L/N. My whole family has taken a liking to you and it'd pain us greatly to find out that your life's essence had been drained from you."

"Life's essence?" You frown. Then with a huff, you roll your eyes. "Blood, Elijah. Just call it blood. God, how even old are you?"

This time he grins. "Old. My family and I are the first of our kind."

As his words sink in, your eyes widen in surprise. "Holy shit."

"I believe the term you're searching for is O-M-G."

Snorting, you quickly grimace in pain and hold a hand to the wound on your neck. "Ow. Don't make me laugh. My world just got turned upside down and I- I really need a bath," you mumble as an afterthought when the scent of the alley finally hits you.

"Apologies," Elijah says. "I know it's quite a lot to take in, so please allow me to escort you home." He stands aside, holding his hand out in a polite manner.

The world as you know it is completely fucked, but your mind decides to focus on something else. If monsters truly did exist, and Elijah and his family were the Firsts, then why hadn't they killed you when you moved in? Why did Elijah take the time to save your life and kill those who harmed you?

Because he adores you, your mind whispers. He likes you.

And finding Elijah's rather vulnerable expression staring hopefully at you with his hand still extended for you to take, you finally allow yourself to breath a sigh of relief and to relax.

"Yeah. Okay," you say while taking his hand. "But you're staying over because I want to know everything that I need to know about living in the Quarter. I think it'd have been helpful to know my neighbors and friends were more than they let on."

Elijah chuckles softly. "Fair enough."

[insomniac-arrest]

Kissing the Pacific

story based off of @rasec-wizzlbang ‘s post here

summary: Josh is kind of still in school and mostly trying to make it as a nothing beach bum in Honolulu, he thought his first love was the waves and the second costco free samples- then he’s challenged to a fight at sundown during surf competition season

It doesn’t end how he expects.

tl:dr- an Australian and Californian surfer fall in love

The sun was going down next to a rising bonfire and down on the choppy surf, the water blazed against the paradise view and Josh can only put his hands up loosely.

“Look, man, I have like 68 cents in change and like, I totally don’t know how to convert that,” Josh reached for his empty pockets and realized they were just swim shorts with holes in them, “sorry dude.” The other surfer had sun speckled skin and a good couple inches on him, he squared his shoulders, “I said, pound-town.” He emphasized with his fists up, “not pounds. Square up derro.”

Josh threaded his fingers through his hair and pushed his bangs back, “okay, cool cool, fighting. I thought you wanted money.” Lucas, the guy who came in third at the tournament yesterday was widening his stance and Josh was looking past the palm trees to the little series of houses lighting up one by one.

“Oi, come on, eyes forward, I’m about to take the piss out of you.” He pushed on his shoulder roughly and Josh’s mouth fell open. “We’ll do it fair.”

“I’m sure,” He raised his hands higher, “but we could like get an interventionist or like, I think I could find a stick to talk with? I didn’t even medal today soooo I don’t see…the issue?” He rubbed the back of his neck and more hair fell out of his pony tail.

“Don’t give me that yank, I heard loud and clear you were aiming for a lick, well I’m here.” His nostrils flared and Josh raised his eyebrows.

“Who said I want to lick what?”

Lucas leaned back a little, “they said you thought I was an arse with a bad taste in guys. Said you wanted to square up.”

“Uh,” Josh looked at his broad chest and scuffed his feet in the sand, “I guess we could fight if you want, but no ankle shots, I gotta ride on these bad boys.” Lucas raised both eyebrows and put his fists down, “you really didn’t call my sister a slag?” Josh frowned, “I don’t think I even know what that is.” Lucas let out a full-bellied laugh and slapped him on the back, “I see, Debby is a fuckin’ liar, you don’t seem like the fighting type then.” Josh was feeling slight whiplash, but it wasn’t as bad as when he took the Route 27 home at rush hour so that was fair, “oh damn, no way. Do you know how many fights I can afford? I can’t even afford normal beef right now.” Lucas gave another delighted laugh.

“You aren’t bad yank.” “Yank?” He snorts, “I’m from California.”

He smiles back at him, “Let me buy you a drink, no hard feelings.” Josh lifts his chin, “Righteous.”

Lucas pushed him by the shoulders to the nearest bar, “you see those 10 footers today?” “That is why I come down here, oh man.” He passes some girls in grass skirts and a series of five open-roof jeeps. Lucas pats him roughly on the back again, “come out with me tomorrow morning.” Josh shifted from foot to foot, “right on. Sun rises at 6 here, we can get out before then.” They enter the open-air pub, “if you can get up tomorrow at 6 after you drink with me mate, then I’ll buy you rounds for the whole week.” Josh turned around with a lopsided grin, “don’t think I’m not going to keep up guy. Sons of Cali go hard too.” Lucas just gave him a sideways look, “oh ho ho, well I guess we’ll see.” He taps on the wood of the bar surface.

“Yeah,” he tied his hair back properly again, “I rushed with beta phi.” Lucas shook his head, “I’ll pay you five bucks when you regret this.” He rolled his eyes and Lucas bought him his first locally brewed Hawaiian lager, it was like Freshman rush but he couldn’t look at the dude’s face too much. He didn’t like being blinded much and couldn’t do much but take another drink from the guy. He laughs about something he doesn’t remember until it hurts and sips down more rounds than he could properly count.

“To the waves,” Josh cheers at his tenth drink and having Lucas hold him up.

“To gangly pacifist sons of Cali,” Lucas winks down, “and not puking on my shoes.”

Josh shook his head, “to us then man.” They push back another, he’d run with the best of them.

——–

Josh thinks his hangover has a hangover.

He barely remembers the walk over as he staggers through the empty streets to Lucas’s hotel at the crack of dawn. Maybe he couldn’t feel his teeth and had twelve mysterious bruises, but some things like spite and proving a point came first. A painful first.

He stumbles to the motel front desk and asks for Lucas Lee three times with varying degrees of success. She manages to ring the room, but the place seemed to be empty.

The other surfer comes down a second later with two coffees and the look of someone who had showered and maintained a proper amount of stubble from the day before. Josh just groans.

“What’s shaking gorgeous.”

“A lot of Advil,” he tries to chuckle.

“I’ll be honest, didn’t think I’d see you today mate.” He hands him the other coffee, “knew you were a true surfer.” Josh just rubs at his eyes, “you bet your down under ass I am.” He sways in place, “you owe me another round tonight that means.” Lucas cajole’s him toward the door, “how ‘bout a round of waters this time. And get some food in you.” He agrees fully. Josh isn’t entirely sure how they make it to the beach, but Lucas tells him stories about his roommate doing keg stands and his head clears up a little bit. The surf is like a beautiful quilted cup of blue when they arrive, a mesh of fading and arriving colors, Josh almost cries when he sees it.

Then he lies down in the sand and presses his palms to his eye sockets, “Ugh.” Lucas snickers at him and they let another group of surfers go on ahead of them.

Josh briefly squints open his eyes, Lucas was already shirtless and in a pair of professional wet shorts. “Go on,” Josh waves weakly, “I’m a dead man crawling. I think I owe you five bucks or something.” Lucas nudges him, “nah, deal was I owe you five bucks for regret and being cocky.” He sits down next to him, “cute cocky, no worries.” “Gross cocky now.” He taps him with his foot, “I’ll take you on the water when you feel a little better.” He makes him drink water and tells him about the coral reefs in Sydney, the undertow and eels he caught, the bleaching of the flora and the second year of his enviro major.

Josh briefly talks about his finance classes before making a gagging motion and Lucas laughs with the sun.

The waves are calm that day, shallow and easy, Lucas just lets him straddle his board and push off into the deep sea. They just float for the day, talking and leaning back on the one long board.

He drags his feet through the water and lets the spray wash his face, they float.

———

“So, it was drinks for the week, right?” Josh says the next day with his shades on and better cologne on then ‘the morning after rank,’ “‘cause I wasn’t kidding about that 68 cents thing dude.” Lucas leans back on the wall of the breakfast nook they met at, “how are you even surviving here? Honolulu isn’t known for being cheap.” Josh had been floating around Honolulu for a month now.

Josh taps the side of his nose, “Let’s just say I play a mean street guitar.”

Lucas leans forward and chuckles, “of course you do.” “Hey man, I totally do!” He shows him his almost-just-as-good air guitar moves.

“No, I mean, I’d like to see that.” Lucas was smiling a 100-watt environmentally friendly solar panel powered smile and Josh has to look at his feet and scratch his hand.

“K, right, cool.” He runs to get his guitar.

He unironically plays Wonderwall and gets a couple extra bucks from the corner store lesbian couple when he plays All You Need is Love followed by I Want to Hold Your Hand. He may or may not look Lucas in the eye when he hesitantly glances up.

He gets another dollar.

He’d done more embarrassing things for less money, but the Beatles were coming through for him again.

———-

It was a fast two weeks, a week of impromptu challenges and soccer games, of beach sand castles and hanging out until dawn.

It was a quick two weeks.

Lucas was apparently leaving on the 25th, Josh had a pretty poor sense of time and a second tournament to finish up. He finally medals that day, but he wasn’t really here for the gold, he was here to go with the flow and maybe catch a ten footer.

And now maybe something else.

Josh shouldn’t feel like he was getting his first wipe out on a beautiful day, with his stomach twisting and a sense of bruising on the inside like a soft peach, it was pretty uncool.

He would take out another joint and try to quiet the humming but his dealer had cut him off until he agreed to play halo with him like he promised (“you’re spending all your time with that Aussie flake”).

Maybe he’d switch to vaping.

The 25th crept up like a bad dream and Josh actually remembered to plug his phone in the night before so he could text as much as possible the next day. He was doing one more ‘Sunshine Hawaii’ friendly competition and then Lucas had his own tournament. Josh runs down half the island it feels like to get there.

“Lame, lame, lame,” he stubs his toe on the way and skids past five and a half flustered looking tourists as he sprints toward Waimea beach.

He makes it in time to see Lucas do you a bottom turn and a spectacular roundhouse cutback, the water under his board parting in a clean blitz as he hit the lip of the wave. “Woo!”

Josh ran down the beach and gave him a thumbs up before he even finishes the foam climb and eases back down.

“Damn Lucas, damn!” He bounces on his heels and wishes for once his best shirt wasn’t a faded coca cola tee. He bounces again, Lucas was coming in.

There is a scratching of pens at a table nearby and Josh isn’t even looking, he never really did anyway.

Lucas waves both hands as he paddles back in, “Pretty good, right?” He mouths.

“Fuckin’ sweet!” He shouts and doesn’t care at the crowd flashing him bent looks.

Lucas came in at the next tide and Josh expected him to go give a play-nice smile to the judges, he makes a beeline toward him instead.

“Man, I am totally going to miss you when you go dude,” Josh cups his mouth and yells, “I want to see that like ten more times.”

Lucas was fast walking, “don’t remind me I’m leaving.” He calls back loudly.

“Nah, you’re leaving man,” he says with a slight dip in his stomach, “but like, on a high note, can’t believe-” “Not yet,” Lucas grabs Josh’s shoulders, “you run all the way here from Waimea?”

He just pulls his hair back and grins, “yeah.”

“Good Lord,” He blinks, “is that a ‘kiss me now’ gesture or should I just think guys from Cali are crazy.”

“Yeah.”

Lucas leans forward tentatively and Josh upswings into a solid kiss, crowd be damned and sexuality be wavy at best.

It tastes like salt and feels like a gliding through the barrel on a board, which is exactly how he wanted all his kisses to taste and every high to feel like. It melts like a sunset and dawns in his belly like a sweet starburst, the whole world is slow and he didn’t want to be anywhere else.

He could live in that moment and not time zones or countries ever again.

They come up with a visiting schedule and download the Avocado couples app.

[garbageivereleasedintothevoid]

03-13-20 (Friday)

I have just given up on trying to make sense of why weird shit always happens to me. I know it's partly because I don't back down when confronted about nonsense but like...

Why do all these fuckers come to me and start shit? Also dear god the amount of people who have been calling me random men's names thinking I'm someone they know lately has just been too much. I'm not a man and I'm so close to nosediving into feminine presentation.

Which is only partly due to that. The only thing that stops me is complete terror of that... In-between look. I know I can never pass fully as either binary gender for the rest of my life now that I'm off testosterone and have a beard. When I'm 40, my curves and fat distribution will be a dead giveaway and I'll just be the lady with the beard in dude clothes to everyone who sees me. No matter what my presentation, what people see will always be a fat woman with a beard. I'm... Never going to just... Be seen as who and what I am by people on the street. I'm going to always have some asshole trying to say something. I'm always going to have to deal with randos approaching me and becoming aggressive and calling me a faggot because they cannot figure out what my gender is. I threaten people's perceptions of reality simply by existing.

And all they can feel about that is anger. And it hurts. It hurts so bad. To just... To just know that a day will never come where I will be truly safe walking around outside. And that systemically I'm still just a stone's throw away from getting fucked over too. This isn't something I can just change. I just wanna go outside and not have to worry who's going to try and hurt me that day. I just want to leave my house and not have to worry if I'll get called a faggot. I just want to live my life in relative peace. This is generations deep for me. No matter what I do, I am hated. I am Jewish. At bare minimum, I'm going to be hated for that.

Even if the world suddenly becomes completely cool with trans and queer people, hatred of Jews is as old as time itself. We are just a people who want to live in peace. And that will never happen for us. For as long as we exist, we will be chased to the ends of the Earth.

And partly, that's why I don't want to have kids. What kind of fate am I damning them to? If I had kids, they'd be jews as well. And the world would instantly hate my children for existing. I know that's not my fault. And truly if I could change ot, I would. But as it stands, I can't and don't know if I could have children anyway. Or be able to deal with it if I could.

What do you say to a child who says "Mommy, why did x call me a kike today at school?" How do you control your own reaction to that while comforting and explaining things to that child? How do you look an innocent child in the eyes and tell them sometimes, people hate others for no reason other than they exist and that they're a member of a group of people well hated by society. My mom clearly fucked it up but how do you do this at all? How do you make a.child understand without royally fucking them up? You can't protect them. It's just not possible. How do you prepare them for being called horrible names and for people making jokes about our mass slaughter? How do you prepare them to be called ugly, greedy, morally corrupt, and an insect to be exterminated by much of society?

Even before any of that... How the fuck do I prepare ME? I developed a hard shell that I removed for therapy. And it won't go back on. This didn't used to feel like the world was ending every time. It was just another day. It used to be like seeing a fire hydrant. If you go outside, it's inevitable and uninteresting. But now it's like the world is falling apart around me and I have nowhere to go. I'm trapped on this island of anti-semitism, homophobia, transphobia, and general hatred for others. And I can't turn my feelings back off and I fucking need to. It hurts. And at this point, I just hate talking about it because it's the same shit as always. And there are so many people who just... They don't believe me. They assume because it happens so much that I'm lying and I can see it. But that hurts even more when they don't just outright say they don't believe me. I know this is monthly or more occurrence. I know that. But if I could make it stop, I'd do it. But in absolutely no way, shape or form am I willing to just run or show my pain to those people. I will stand my ground until the day I die. I do NOT GIVE fascists an inch. And I don't give bigots an inch either. And so many people want that from me. "Just ignore it." NO. That's what they want. They want to know they can get away with it. I just want to live. But if that involves being a coward, consider me dead. You give these people what they want and they do it more often. You don't back down and not only does that send a message that you don't tolerate it to them but to anyone else who may be watching. And the worst part os trying to talk about it because everyone acts so shocked and like It's my life. This is what this is like. This is being transgender, queer, disabled jew. This is the experience. And the only one who gets that is Jeff. Not the trans part but the rest of it. He just... He fuckin gets it. He doesn't deal with it in a super healthy way but he understands. He knows what I am going through. He gets it. But he's online like three times a month. And idk what to do anymore. Every moment is looking over my shoulder.Also the amount of cowardly ass men out there who try to bait you into hitting them first and get royally PISSED when you're like "If you wanna fight, you hit me. Go ahead. Do it, coward. I dare you." You can see the barely restrained rage in their eyes followed by resolve. Now they want to hurt you in a different way. Because they cannot just go up and punch you without legal action. And they start antagonizing you further. Trying to call you a coward. And you keep your calm and it just enrages them further. Until they give up or something happens to put an end to it. It's just trash. Sometimes I truly hate life. And as of the past six years, I have had moments where I genuinely loved life. Moments around Sara, Moments with Eren, or Grover, or Kirt. Moments home alone with Yoshi and the sun shining through the window. And sometimes even alone. But there's always that fear in the back of my mind. And it will always be there. It's something I will have to learn to deal with. And that fucking sucks but that's life.

And I'm really fucking sick of having to reupload this. Tumblr is being a bitch.

[palmburnt-a-blog]

TRUE DETECTIVE (SEASON ONE) STARTERS. send a sentence or send ✉ for a random starter. some trigger warnings apply. continued under the cut. change as needed.

kind of a strange guy, huh?

don’t be assholes. you want to hear this or not?

you know, i’ve seen all the different types.

we all fit a certain category.

i was just a regular-type dude with a big-ass dick.

a smart guy who’s steady is hard to find. 

i’d offer you a seat, but uh...

past a certain age, a man without a family can be a bad thing.

this is gonna happen again. or it’s happened before.

you get that from one of your books?

listen, this is a stupid time to mention this, but you got to come to dinner.

there’s nothing i can do about it. maybe not today. maybe not tomorrow. 

i’m gonna have a drink.

people out here, it's like they don't even know the outside world exists.

might as well be living on the fucking moon.

can i ask you something? you’re a christian, yeah?

i believe that people shouldn’t talk about this kind of shit at work.

look, i'd consider myself a realist, all right, but in philosophical terms, i'm what's called a pessimist.

i’m bad at parties.

i think human consciousness is a tragic misstep in evolution.

huh. that sounds god-fucking-awful, ___.

i wouldn’t go around spouting that shit if i was you. 

people around here don’t think that way. i don’t think that way.

so what’s the point of getting out of bed in the morning?

i get a bad taste in my mouth out here.

i got an idea. let’s make the car a place of silent reflection from now on.

what should i bring for dinner?

when you’re at my house, i want you to chill the fuck out.

i'm not some kind of maniac, all right? i mean, for fuck's sake.

fuck that prick.

we'll lake two large long Island iced teas, please.

what kind of tits does she have?

you get pills pretty easy?

this place is like somebody's memory of the town, and the memory's fading.

stop saying shit like that. it’s unprofessional.

you get any sleep last night?

i don’t sleep. i just dream.

you believe in ghosts?

i'm gonna have to call a little timeout, make a beer run.

why is this so important to you all of a sudden?

she was high. fucked up.

what the hell? you can barely stand up.

i don't drink 'cause I've had trouble with it before.

have some more coffee and just try to make 10 minutes of conversation.

people change, relationships change.

i believe that shit leads to cancer.

then start asking the right fucking questions.

back then, i'd sleep and i'd lay awake thinking about women.

sorry. i drift sometimes when i’ve had a few.

that’s why i like to drink alone.

i get these headaches. they’re like storms.

you know, there was a time that men didn't air their bullshit to the world.

she sounds sad.

vision is meaning. meaning is historical.

days like lost dogs. goes on like that.

i can be hard to live with.

i don’t mean to, but i can be critical.

sometimes i think i'm just not good for people, you know, that it's not good for them to be around me.

i know who i am. 

i’ve hardly had anything to drink.

i have a surprise for you.

you’re very naughty.

you have the right to remain silent.

you’re kinda strange. like you might be dangerous.

i can’t meet a nice man at home.

that hurts me when you speak to me in a passive-aggressive way.

yeah, you just want your cake and to eat it, too.

how good is cake if you can’t eat it?

you're wearing the same clothes as you did yesterday.

think we got started on the wrong foot there.

such holy bullshit from you.

it's a woman's body, ain't it? a woman's choice.

girls walk this earth all the time screwing for free. now, why is it you add business to the mix, and boys like you can't stand the thought?

things like that didn't happen these parts when i was young. people said "ma'am" and "sir."

i think that you need to get your cable fixed and stop confusing me with your soap operas.

old men die, and the world keeps spinning.

i come home, the one place where there's supposed to be peace and calm, and you throw this shit.

it's supposed to be what i want, it's supposed to help me.

we do help you! all the goddamn time!

you used to not be such a chicken shit, i swear.

isn't that a beautiful way to go out?

how many ways are there for me to say, "shut the fuck up"?

what do you think the average IQ of this group is, huh?

can you see texas up there on your high horse?

i think it's safe to say that nobody here's gonna be splitting the atom, ___.

if the only thing keeping a person decent is the expectation of divine reward, then, brother, that person is a piece of shit.

people are so goddamn frail, they'd rather put a coin in a wishing well than buy dinner.

for a guy who sees no point in existence, you sure fret about it an awful lot.

at least i'm not racing to a red light.

surely this is all for me. me me me. i’m so fucking important.

you’re obsessive.

people incapable of guilt usually do have a good time.

you know the real difference between you and me? denial.

people get better. that’s the thing. i think i am better.

what the hell do you think you're doing, man, at my house when i'm not here?

why is there all this space between us, ___?

it's like i'm that coyote in the cartoons. like I'm running off a cliff, and if i don't look down and keep running, i might be fine. but i think i'm all fucked up.

i don't wanna marry you. that's my whole point. it's just run its course.

you don't have to fall in love at first sight, you know.

you think a man can love two women at once? i mean, be in love with them?

i don't think that man can love. at least not the way that he means.

do you wonder ever if you're a bad man?

the world needs bad men.

who walks that fucking slow?

hey, ___? we're not gonna give you the oscar no matter how hard you try.

you're funny, ___-- the shit you get soft about.

you philandering fucking asshole.

you need to respect me, ___.

leave her alone, you fuckin' asshole.

you lying fuck. you stupid, lying fuck.

i don't give a shit about your goddamn feelings. you need to get out of our lives, ___.

i am calmly discussing a private matter with my wife!

i love you, honey, and i ain't givin' up.

listen, ___, one more time. it's none of my fuckin' business.

i got to straighten out things with the family.

every time i think you hit a ceiling, you just keep raising the bar.

you are like the michael jordan of being a son of a bitch.

the stakes ain't that high anyway. i get found, i take a bullet to the head.

i look dead, motherfucker?

easy, motherfucker. easy.

time is a flat circle.

someone once told me time is a flat circle, where everything we've ever done or will do, we're gonna do over and over and over again.

i'm back. i'm begging. i'll keep begging. i'll go to my grave begging you.

oh, but everybody's guilty.

you know the good years when you're in them.

you might notice it sometimes. this feeling like life has slipped through your fingers. like the future's behind you. like it's always been behind you.

you know, i cleaned up, but maybe i didn't change. not the way i needed to.

infidelity is one kind of sin. but my true failure was inattention.

what the fuck is wrong with you? huh? or is this one of those things that i'll never understand?

___, open the door. open the door, ___.

___, it's just you and me.

you're making it too complicated. you're creating a maze for yourself that you ain't never gonna get out of.

and that is the terrible and secret fate of all life.

___ deserved to die, ___. that was justice.

i, uh i didn't mean no disrespect.

y'all want to step out a bit, take some air?

i think that you're a little angry right now.

you telling me how i feel? that's patronizing.

man's game charges a man's price. take that away from this if nothing else.

in a former life, i used to exhaust myself navigating crude men who thought they were clever, so ask your questions or i'm leaving.

i knew ___ to be a good man, so i can't imagine what i can offer.

all my life, i wanted to be nearer to god.

i ain't been too heroic of late.

god gave us these flaws, and something i learned-- he doesn't see them as flaws.

if you get the opportunity, you should kill yourself.

don't get up my ass - just 'cause you ain't gettin' any.

no, buddy, without me there is no you.

i've been thinking. i think i want you to fuck me in my ass.

i'm the person least in need of counseling in this entire fuckin' state.

you know, people that give me advice, i reckon they're talking to themselves.

you don't know the half of it.

do it. do it!

get your fucking hands off me. coward.

stay down, ___.

fuck him. i ain't his pal.

i quit.

yeah, fuck this. fuck this world, man.

you two fucked each other up pretty good.

buy you a beer?

actually, why don’t you buy me a beer?

you look like you’re doing alright.

i think you don't look particularly healthy, listening to you talk.

i don't dwell in the past.

i'm not interested in whatever it is you think you owe me.

we left something undone. we got to fix it.

if you were drowning, i'd throw you a fucking barbell.

i don't know who he is. i don't know where he is.

did you come here to say goodbye?

my life's been a circle of violence and degradation long as i can remember.

my family's been here a long, long time.

you know, she couldn't have used you, you didn't want some.

there you go. everybody's got a choice.

you never liked being judged.

look, as sentient meat, however illusory our identities are, we craft those identities by making value judgments. everybody judges, all the time.

you speak in riddles to me, white man.

what happened to my head, it's not something that gets better.

ah, he cut me pretty good, ___.

it ain’t bad. it ain’t bad.

are you watching me sleep?

don't ever change, man.

i believe "no shit" is the proper response to that observation.

well, once, there was only dark. if you ask me, the light's winning.