#me: poofts

[yesihaveaobsession]

Greatest Love Story

Alastor x angel female reader

Summary: You being an angel and falling for the radio demon is troublesome, and falling for an angel is outlandish. But he tries to convince you to move into the hotel to get away from the angel stuff.

A/n: enjoy <3

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Damn him.

You were seriously falling for the radio demon.. Sure, he and the angels have fallen outs but with you? He seem to separate you from them. You were sweet, kind, and innocent, and he liked you for that. Most of all, he thought you were pretty. Never in his life have he seen someone so attractive. As for you.. Alastor makes you feel safe. For some reason, you don't know if it's because of the soothing static of radio whenever he talked to you. Or if it's the gentleman vibes he gives off. You were indeed falling for the Radio Demon himself.

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You were in your bedroom where the angels had stayed in heaven, when you heard a knock on your bedroom door, expecting it to be one of the angels you found yourself looking at the deer man himself. Shit. His smile that he always had was on his face as he looked down at you with his crimson eyes. You could've sworn your heart leap in your throat. The mainly red man very much stood out in the all white corridor. You two discussed the consequences both of you getting caught, did that stop the radio demon? Oh definitely not.

You weren't sure how long you were standing there with your eyes open wide for but his radio static voice made you snap out of it.

"May I come in my dear?" Without saying a word you grabbed his claw and drug him into your room, his smile got bigger. You closed and locked the door.. the man was already looking down at you when you turned on your heel to look at him.

"Why are you always in shock when I surprise you with my presence?" Alastor had said. Did he really need you to spell it out? You took a step closer towards the very tall man who much well hovered over you much, causing you to crank your head back to just look at him. You pointed a finger to his stomach..

"You're a demon and I'm a angel.. you're in a place full of angels al.." Your hand soon dropped to your side. Alastor who was clutching his radio staff walked passed you and walked around the all white room, stopping at a plant you had by the window sill and taking a leaf off it.

"Fear not my darling , I will make sure that my presence will remain hidden." He looked from the plant back over to you, then around the room.

"Your room is very... enclosed. I think you'd prefer a bigger room, my dear and i-"

"I'm not leaving Heaven al.." he walked over to you. "But my doe, we both know how you feel about this place. Why not leave it and run off with me back to the depression hole?" You only just stared, although he still had that stupid grin on his face. You saw his eyes soften.. he then placed a hand under your chin. That's all he had to do to change your mind.

"Fine... let's go." Alastor wasted no time. He poofted the two of you back to the hotel that was covered in all red.. it was gonna be a big adjustment, but you were ready for something. To start a new chapter. Whatever It took.

[waynes-multiverse]

Hi Wayne, how you doing??!!! So this is absolutely random but I've had a crazy dream (you know one of those you're part of it but you don't actually control your feelings or anything else? like is a movie with yourself in it and you're just there very vividly watching from your own body while everything is happening??) and I swear to God that was the most fanfiction coded dream I've ever had😭 the thing is, my brain in my sleep basically created a whole ass story and I decided to tell you about cause I'm NOT a writer and have idea of what to do with this, but I enjoyed the story and wanted to share in case you or any writer that's reading this wanna catch this up and write about it, so here we go! I'm sorry if is kinda confusing and it seems like there's stuff missing, but in my defense, it was a dream, and dreams are confusing as fuck okay!!! So, what I remember of it is that Sam and Dean where hunting something (that I can't remember WHAT bc my dream decided that was not important enough to be remembered and it went missing as if it didn't matter at all when the rest of the stuff started to happen) and this creature had some kind of toxins in their bodies that could make other people kinda loose their minds, it would get some weakness that person has as use it against them. Dean was infected (don't ask me how, i didn't got to see that part of the dream 😭) and he didn't know about the toxins, he didn't know he started hallucinating (him and Sam split and Sam was the one to find out about it, so that's why Dean didn't knew), so dean saw reader (I'm gonna refer myself as reader bc it's to say 'me', even tho the dream is mine 💀) and thought she was a demon, bc the weakness that was used against him was his own. they didn't knew each other, he was just getting some heavy hallucinations and poor reader was walking by and got dragged into it), so after some time of him screaming to her about demons and stuff he points his gun at her, she tries to make him see some reason don't shoot her (reader had no ideia about demons and ghosts and stuff, for her dean was just a crazy lunatic), after a good while as some big ass tension, dean shoots. yup. my boy KILLED her.

sam gets seconds later and by one look at his brother he knows exactly what happened, Sam had made a quick cure to the toxins (and solved the case) and used on dean, when dean came back to his senses and realized what happened it was like... DARK... my man basically invented 'fifty shades of angst' right there. he started begging for cas to show up even tho the reader is dead, and Cas does show up, but he's not with his full mojo and would not be able to bring reader back, not being full strength. dean remembers something about souls being powerful and tells Cas to touch his soul so Cas would have enough strength to bring her back. after some serious conversation and stuff Cas accepts it, and a whole thing is done and POOFT, reader is brought back. is it over? NO. IT'S JUST THE BEGGING. something went wrong, and Cas accidentally bounded their souls together during the healing moment, and they soon realize if one gets too far away from telhe other, they get in pain, so now reader has to get stuck with the guy that literally KILLED her and dean's gonna carry the guilt of all of it. it gets better!!! it took a LOT of deans soul to help heal reader, so it's almost like his soul is "hurting", and the way to help iiiiiisssss... touching the reader! no I don't mean like SEXUALLY touching the reader, just touching the reader. her arm, holding her hand, hugging her, anything. so he would happen to have times of "collapses" in which he would be in a lot of pain and the only way to ease it out would be touching her, it's like a mutual help bound. his soul provided to bring her back and now her soul provides to ease his pain. and they both are literally always butting heads, so it was kinda difficult to accept the fact that they had to always be close to each other and also constantly touching every time dean needed to, i don't remember much after that but it was and sloooow slow SLOOOOW evolution between these two, like, putting the term "slow burn" to almost SHAME🧍 so it was kinda one enemies to friends to lovers i guess? but with w lot of guilt involved (from Dean's side mainly, of COURSE) and of THAT I can assure y'all! the dream ended a while after that so I don't know what happened later so I'm sorry for that😭 I needed to put this out somewhere and you ended up being the poor victim, bc as I said, i don't write, do I didn't know what to do with... with THIS. so SORRY about that!!! 💀 I hope you're having a great day!

Omg, I loooooove this idea! I swear my head already started spinning various plots and fill in holes while reading this 😂🖤

I already liked the beginning of this and was thinking, “Oh, cool one shot idea!” But then I read “NO. IT’S JUST THE BEGINNING” and I knew this was gonna be a whole series. (Honestly, thank you. All I needed was more plot bunnies for series 😂🙈🤪)

But you did come to the right place because we know I love the slowest of slow burns (thoroughly cooked is the only way to go, y’know?) 😝 Also, enemies to friends to lovers! Hell, yes please! However, we also know I have a few things to finish first 👀(Don’t look at me like that y’all. I know you’re waiting for TBH, DBM, PH and God knows what else, and I heard you and will tell the muse to hurry the fuck up, mm-kay?)

I’ll stop working towards the end of July, tho. So hopefully I’ll have more time then and might be able to tackle this as a summer project? I’d really love to do it! Anyways, you’re welcome to dm me anytime, sweet anon, so we can discuss this in detail and I can give you credit for this amazing idea/dream if you want 🥰🖤

[desideratm]

i just wanna ship my muses with people and im sick of pretending i don’t

[ratabrasileira]

Feyre does not have ANY flaw this bitch is perfect!

And that's why Feysand is such a beautiful relationship: Rhys all problematic with some flaws and Feyre being the queen flawless.

[shinvcho]

// okay, I found the gem Ametrine..

and honestly, this would fit not only Sh.insou colors but also my idea of being a forgotten ‘gem experiment’ (by combien two gems) who is also defect (his programming, given he isn’t loyal to the diamonds, he still ahs gem knowledge somehow)

[mah-gah-lee]

What a weird family reunion Reggie x  Reader (xLuke)

gif originally posted by @jatpsource​

Word Count: 3515 words

 Summary: You’re Reggie’s little sister. You were 3 when he died. You’re now a ghost for a decade. One night, you recognize your brother and jumped into him to an unexpected family reunion. How is it going to happen? Will Reggie believe you? In a mysterious way, that’s Luke who help you to convinced Reggie.

 Warnings: cuss (language), mention of death, mention of divorce, mention of drugs

 A/N: This is my first fic about jatp characters. Hope you’ll enjoy! keep in mind that french is my first language, so i’m so sorry if there’s some mistakes in my fic

 disclaimer: It takes place during episodes 6 and 7. I do not take into account the possibility of a Juke. The chemistry while they sing is there but no romantic feelings.

 Tagged: @asdfghjkl-fanfics​ @standingtalllove​ 

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Losing a child is the worst thing a parent could live, losing two is unimaginable. It’s seems being 17 years old was a new malediction in Peters family.

 You were 3 when your older brother, Reginald, died in a weird hot dog accident. At that point, your parents were literally a fight away from a divorce but never did it because of you. You were too young to be in a divided family, according to them. But Reggie's death separated them for good. Yet they really tried to support each other, to overcome that and give you all the attention you needed. But your mother overprotected you and made you live in the shadow of your late brother. Your dad couldn't stand it. And when they finally divorce, moving out from reggie’s childhood house, you went to live with your dad.

 Even though you were too young to form a strong bond with your brother, in a way you missed him. Your mother’s house was full of pictures of him, some of his clothes were still in a room, dedicated to him. When you visited your mother, you didn’t understand why you always found yourself in this room. You were drawn like a magnet to the comforting room. Reggie’s presence in this new house brought you such a sense of security that your mother had repeatedly found you asleep on a pile of your brother’s T-shirts.

 And then you died in 2009. Kanye West had interrupted Taylor Swift's speech at the VMAs, Miley Cyrus hadn't gone crazy yet and One Direction didn't exist yet. What an era! You didn't know why the great light didn't come looking for you but you were there, as a ghost in 2009. And the time has passed ... You've had your best concerts, the best parties. A forever teenager who couldn't eat, drink or sleep.

 And then 2020 came.

 …

 You were tired of always doing the same thing for over a decade, but you couldn't help but go to every open scene that came up in your beautiful city. It was as if an inexplicable force was pushing you to go there.

 This evening was no exception to the rule and you were in a very hip little bar in the city center. You wore one of those sleeveless, gray crop tops with high waisted pants, your leather jacket draped over your shoulders. Your eyes were directly drawn to a group of girls in colorful costumes. You couldn't help but roll your eyes. It's been 10 years since you died and it seemed to you that these girls looked like the same plagues that ruined the lives of so many teenagers in your time. You put on an expression of disgust when they all took the stage, but when the music started you couldn't help but admit it was pretty catchy. However, you didn't expect a ghost to appear in the middle of the stage, improvising a choreography. Was that part of the show?

 But looking at the audience's non-reaction, you knew it wasn't. The ghost disappeared for the first time, and your gaze sought directly the distinctive light source of another apparition in the room. Your gaze lingered on a small group of three boys - the blond boy included - and two girls. You have wrinkled your eyes to better distinguish the teenagers, and your face expressed confusion.

 “Reggie? “

 You wanted to go see him so badly. You were pretty sure it was your brother but it all came too fast. The moment you decided to walk towards them, the organizer announced a new band.

 “Okay, looks like we're close the night out with one more group…Julie and the fat ones.”

 What was that for a name? Your attention had been diverted and when you looked back at the group, the boys had disappeared as one of the young girls took the stage. Your heart was beating so fast. You couldn't go wrong; you had seen so many pictures at your mother's house that it was impossible that this boy was not your brother. But you missed your chance…

 Julie started to sing and your eyes were captivated, as much as your ears were. This kid was so talented! When she sang a rather high note, the tension in the room charged into electricity. The next second, the young singer was joined by the group of boys you had seen in her company. Appearing distinctly as the ghosts did. On drums there was the blond boy you had seen dancing a few moments earlier, on the electric guitar, a boy with tousled brown hair who seemed slightly familiar to you ... and on bass, with a flannel shirt, there was your brother ... Reggie was there, identical to the photos you had admired so much.

 The bar was on fire as Julie and The Phantoms performed. What a sick name for a group made up of two-thirds of ghosts! The song was so catchy that your heart beat to the sound of the music. But your eyes did not leave your brother, you were unable to move, frozen in place. What should you do ? Will you introduce yourself after the performance? And, what would you say? "Hey hi Reggie, I'm your sister, I died ten years ago and you twenty-five years ago. Unbelievable, right?! Nice to see you again" And once again, before you knew it, the song was over and the boys were gone again, leaving Julie alone on stage in the bewilderment of the many people in the facility.

 “for God's sake, where are they?”

 You didn't want to miss it anymore. Even though the whole situation was strange, you wanted to see your brother again.

 Your eyes flew over the room before seeing the scene play out before your eyes. Julie seemed petrified in front of a man. The boys watched in amazement and as Julie left with what appeared to be her father, you rushed over to the group of three musicians before they disappeared again.

 “omg please don't poof out again.” You said almost out of breath

 The boys looked at you like you were crazy before the guitarist jumped off the bar counter, bursting with energy.

 "Wait, you can see us?"

 “as much as when mister "all eyes on me" made his performance”, you were pointing your head at the blond boy.

 The group looked at each other in puzzlement and Reggie finally spoke, his blue eyes full of mischief.

 “So…hi there cutie, how can we help you?”

 Your face expressed disgust and you stuck your tongue out mimicking vomiting.

Luke gave Alex an amused smile, seeing Reggie flirting and your spontaneous reaction. The bassist couldn't help but charm the pretty ladies.

 “Wow Reggie, that's gross ... you're my brother.”

  Reggie burst out laughing at your response, not noticing that you called him by his first name when he hadn't even introduced himself to you yet.

 “Yeah right, for sure. You just could tell me you weren’t interested. But I’m charming...”

 It was the first time he had been given such an excuse but you looked so serious that he stopped dead in his tracks as Luke and Alex watched you. They always knew Reggie had a sister. But the scene unfolding before their eyes seemed impossible. (Y / N) was so young when they died and now must have been around 28, something like that. But the girl in front of them was a teenager, their age. How was this possible?

 You didn't want to drop the information like that. It was worse than anything you could have imagined. But it had escaped you. Now he didn't take you seriously. Your eyes were wet with tears. It was scary to find you in front of your brother for the first time as a ghost teenager. Luke looked panicked when he noticed your eyes, squeezing Reggie's shoulder as you seemed to beg.

 “Can I ... can I meet you in a quieter time please, Reginald?”

 Your brother's eyes widened as Luke's hug on his shoulder tightened a bit. The eagerness and desperation in your voice had made both boys react, Alex was just looking at all of you like all of this wasn't real. The use of Reggie's name made him tense, surprised. Few called him Reginald. In fact, only his family, and the boys when they wanted to annoy him, called him that way. And although his nickname is obvious enough to deduce his

full first name, he deeply felt that you weren't just anyone.

  He seemed a little panicked and looked around for his friends to support him. As if the solution would fall by itself just by the presence of Luke and Alex.

 “Okay, but I want Luke and Alex’s there! What about tomorrow? I’ll give you the address!”

 Wow, that was quick.

 “hm, yeah, yeah sure, as you want”

 You nodded and Reggie silently slipped a note to the drummer. Alex took a pen, write something on a paper towel and gave it to you. You weren’t surprise, you also can make some tricks. And you just had the time to thanks them before they poofted again.

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 The next day, you landed in front of Julie's garage. Lucky she's at school because you shouldn't be explaining your presence, so she managed to see you the way she saw boys.

 Before entering, you peeked out the window and frowned. There seemed to be only Luke so far. He was leaning over the piano, his head in a notebook. Your body went through part of the garage door and you cleared your throat.

 “hmm, hi ... i came to see Reggie ..”

 Luke instantly raised his head and you caught his attention.

 “oh uh, hi! He should be here soon, come in.….”

 Silence felt as Luke motioned for you to sit on the couch. It was a rather pleasant studio; the plants gave a warm atmosphere to the room and the music set sent you good vibes.

 "Does your girlfriend mind that I'm here? I mean, that seems to be your HQ"

 "girlfriend?"

 "The girl you sing with" I simply said.

 "Julie? Um, yeah, she's not my girlfriend. She-sh-she’s great and we have this powerful connection but…not, not in a romantic way. Music tied us. Music and friendship "

 Luke chuckled lightly as he scratched his head. You were surprised they weren't dating. Yesterday the tension was intense. He seemed authentic when he had continued his momentum. You let out a smile amused by so much overflow.

 “It's okay, I don't need to know your full relationship statute or your social security number.”

 The guitarist gave you a frank smile, his eyes twinkling with amusement. For a ghost, his gaze was really alive.

 “ I’m Luke, by the way”

 "Y / N… Re .."

 "Reggie's little sister… I-I remember you a little."

 "You look familiar to me. Maybe I saw you in a few pictures with Reggie."

 Silence fell and you started to feel anxious. Maybe it was a bad idea? You had grown up since Reggie died ... were you still his little sister after all? Luke seemed to notice your dismay and put a comforting hand on your knee.

 “hey, is something bothering you?”

 “What if he doesn't believe me ... if he definitely thinks I'm not his sister.”

 “Let's be honest, it's a little hard to believe. The last time I saw you, you were three years old.”

 It was as if the memories flooded into your mind and let you carried away in your words.

 “Yeah, you gave me this teddy bear with a guitar and told Reggie you wanted to be my favorite.”

 Luke chuckled slightly before staring at you, speechless. He seemed dazed. This anecdote dates back to twenty-five years anyway. He himself had a hard time remembering it until you said it a few seconds earlier.

 “what was the smell of the stuffed animal?” he asked, confused about that funny fact

 “sorry, what?”

 “the plush, what did it smell like?”

 “hot waffle, why?”

 “okay ... maybe you are his sister ... tell me more about what you remember”

 You looked at him with a puzzled expression. Everything had been so natural before he stopped in all the movements. And now, it was hard to think about for the memories you had of Reggie on demand. The teddy bear given by Luke story had slipped out of your mind without you realizing it. As your brain seemed to boil, the fog of your thoughts cleared.

 “can I use your guitar?”

 “hell no ... why?” Luke exclaimed with far too much anticipation

 “I have this lullaby stuck inside of my head ... I think Reggie sang it to me when I was a child”

 Your pleading and desperate gaze fell on Luke who categorically refused to let you take his guitar. He ends up grabbing his six acoustic strings, terminated. There was something about you that made him weak.

 “Maybe you can teach me but ... my guitar is my guitar, nobody touches it.”

 You nodded and the lead singer moved closer to you. You were stunned by its smell, like a distant memory. Luke had definitely been a part of your life before he died, you were sure of that. You leaned over her shoulder, humming the lullaby that was left in your head. It didn't take long for him to find the right chords. Luke continued several times before you stopped singing, looking at him intently.

 “that's exactly it ... this lullaby”

 You both looked at each other, an indecipherable expression in your eyes. You both jumped at the sound of the garage door. Reggie appeared with Alex.

 "Ready to compose hellish songs! oh did I interrupt something?”

 "No, no I was there to see you. I guess you have a lot of questions."

 "hell yeah, can we start from the beginning?"

  You smiled to approve his request. The boys settled down on the sofa, while you sat down on one of the single armchairs. And the flow of questions began

  “When are you born?”

 “(your birthday date) 1992” you simply answered.

 “What’s your name?”

 (y/n) (y/m/n) Peters

 It’s seemed to convinced a little Reggie but doubt was all over his face.  It was information you could easily get on the internet nowadays.

 “What’s my favorite food?”

 “Pizza, mom said your favorite was the extra cheese with pepperoni”

 “And what was my favorite toy?”

 “I freaking don’t know, how can I suppose to known that?”

 “ah ah!” he pointed the finger at you, as if that answer was proof that you were lying. It broke your heart but you didn't show it.

Instead, you rolled your eyes and Reggie kept going to ask you some question. Of course, you would have liked to have answered his questions correctly. Your mother told you some anecdotes about him but not to the point of knowing all the details.

 “What’s the most terrible thing I said to my mom?”

 “Omg I don’t fucking know! I was 3 when you’re died, asshole!”

 Luke smiled when you exploded. Reggie was Reggie, as weird as possible. Now you were angry and desperate. Your brother didn’t believe you and he kept dragging you into this miserable feeling that you were never going to get your brother back. You had spent your short life living with a faint memory of him. Your blankie was one of his t-shirts, his voice reasoned in your head when you couldn’t sleep.

But then, in front of him, you were a stranger to him. Your heart was bruised from not being able to hug him and to finally meet this brother who had left far too soon.

 “Okay, okay… So, how can you proof me you’re really my sister?! “

 In the room’s corner, Luke looked at you, you looked desperate, about to cry again. He grabbed his guitar and cleared his throat. Reggie turned to him as the guitarist still had his eyes on you, a heartwarming smile hanging across his face. You had managed to convince him in a few minutes. He felt connected to you and the things you told him were disturbing. You could only be Reggie's sister; it was impossible otherwise.

 "Hey…What about the song you told me earlier." he said with a soft and comfort voice

 Your eyes caught his gaze, grateful for the initiative. You nodded and Luke started playing the few notes you had taught him a few minutes earlier. It was so different from all the songs the brunette could play before. It was a lullaby, such easy children's music with just a few notes.   Of course, the band wasn’t supposed to play when Julie wasn’t in the room but, Luke had thought it was the best thing to do to encourage you to keep going. He didn’t know why, but he wanted Reggie to believe you. Luke believed you, hard as nails. There only had to look at your eyes to understand this reality, and Luke had noticed that. You had the same blue eyes as your brother. How could Reggie still doubt that? You started to sing

 You're so sleepy

Very much sleepy

You want to go to the fairyland

You close your eyes

And jump into your dream.

When you'll wake up

I’ll still be on your team.

 The instant Reggie heard the first notes, he knew. But hearing you sing the lullaby he had invented for you when you didn't want to sleep as a child, was a magical moment. You were his baby sister. He gave you that sad little puppy face, so overwhelmed. Reggie opened his arms and you jumped into a hug, so glad he finally accepted the fact that you were his sister.

You felt oddly safe again, like taking a nap in Reggie's pile of old t-shirts. You were so happy to find your brother and to be able to live your non-life by his side. Nothing would be as boring as it used to be. Reggie pushed you away with a concerned look

 "but wait ... how did you die?"

 "Yeah ... I don't really know ... I was at a really, really good rock concert and I bought this drink ... and I think I got drugged up there and ... I guess I'm dead? tadaa " you tried to tell him in a light tone.

He had just learned that he had a little sister. He didn't have to know that she was sneaking out at rock concerts and drinking alcohol before she was old enough. Right? Alex looked at Luke and Reggie with his half amused half confused smile. As for Luke, he fidgeted from foot to foot at the discovery. Y / N was as much rock and roll as they all were. Rebellion had to be his middle name

You loosened Reggie's embrace and lowered your head, pursing your lips so as not to show your embarrassment. He asked if you wanted snacks and you nodded. There was a slight silence. You didn't notice the urgent look Luke gave Alex but the next moment the blond jumped up to accompany the bassist, leaving you alone in the garage with the lead singer.

 The silences were a little longer until Luke cautiously approached you. You could feel the awkwardness from miles away.

 “ Sooo, you made this.”

 “ yeah ...” you answered in a shy voice

 It was the moment you had to thank him but your words seemed frozen. You mustered all the courage to plant your gaze in Luke's eyes.

 “Thank you ... for helping me earlier.”

 “oh it was nothing”.

 “I ... yes, yes it was. You can't imagine how important seeing Reggie again is to me. Thanks for ... for helping me open his eyes.”

 A slight smile caught his lips and he reached for your cheek before stopping his gesture. Instead of stroking your skin, he simply put a section of your hair back behind your ear.

 “I would do anything for my best friends.”

 And Reggie was definitely one of Luke’s best friend. You hardly swallowed, your stomach contorting under the effect that the guitarist made you. Time had seemed to fly at an incredible speed as the moment was interrupted by Reggie and Alex coming back to you.

 “OMG LUKE DON’T FLIRT WITH MY SISTER, SHE’S 3!”

 You cleared your throat and stepped aside to pull yourself away from Luke as far as possible. Your gaze fell on your brother and you raised an eyebrow at the last remark. 3 years old, really? You were 3 years old twenty-five years ago ... now you were eternally a teenager

 “I’m seventeen.”

 “Listen, i'm your big brother, you’re three, end of discussion.”

 Your face wanted to laugh and you pursed your lips to keep from succumbing. But your eyes… Your eyes met Luke's in a complicity that slowly settled. Could you fall in love with your big brother's best friend? Definitely yes...

[kyemeruthie]

Best in recitation

A lot of things are whirling through my mind right now. I know what I want to write on the final paper but I somehow cannot get the right mojo to finish the whole thing. When I cleaned the draft last night, I realized there's still around 2000-3000 words waiting to be added into the manuscript. The deadline's tonight, until 11:59pm.

We're done with the sem, our last class was this morning. It was our favorite class, Strategic Presentation. We do speeches and give feedbacks to each other. It was more of an affirmation exercise than a class really; except of course in the end we'd still be getting marks for what we did. I really liked that class; everyone did. It was a breather from all the hardcore computations we did this sem. And I thought FinAna + Stat was already killing me last time.

Speaking of marks (grades for us, non-Aussies), I thought that I won't be affected by it. But I realized I still would, given the one I received for PubFin early this afternoon. The essay assignments I did fairly well, so I thought I'd be fine. I also felt that the exam won't be as difficult but last Wednesday, I was just looking at the screen for 15 minutes straight before I finally typed answers. I was caught off-guard by many of the questions, too stunned to respond. I did what I could in the 120 minutes we're given, but I received something I did not expect. So I guess that's what been nagging me for an hour now.

I learned my other classmate, who was struggling with the subject, got a mark higher than mine. She was genuinely excited, I was sour graping, a bit. gahhhd, I am such a bad person for feeling this. Then I realized, I simply did not do my best during that 1.5-hour exam. Am I hard on myself? Yeah, quite so. But this is how I am wired: if I do something, it has to be excellent no matter what. I can't give half-baked outputs or "pwede na" because that's just not me.

I can make excuses: I was demotivated, I was not really feeling myself that day. Or the questions are too difficult; the professor is too picky with the answers. But everything is plain and simple: last Wednesday, when I did the exam, that was me being complacent, thinking I could still wing this better than the others. Pooft. There goes hubris.

All I could say internally was "ughhh, I should have done better." There's no more turning back. This is a humbling lesson, once again. I cannot let the comments of "you are good!" "you have wonderful insights," "wow, you really know this stuff!" get in my tiny head. So yeah, I guess as much as I hate the TK classes, I'm still glad I took it. It humbles me and keeps me on my toes. I cannot submit half-assed stuff or mumble anything I read because he wants us to refer to the cold-hard facts on screen.

Reciting and participating during classes do not mean you understand everything. I remember our me-sessions saying Pinoys are mostly "best in recitation" but never about good execution. That's me for that class.

Don't worry, it's not as heartbreaking as the near-fail I got from Stat last sem. I still got an excellent mark, but not as excellent as I thought to myself. Hahaha! This is a gash and a good reminder that I can't let myself be derailed by complacency and hubris.

Clearer now. Back to writing.

[bisluthq]

LOL YES tay does have some weird ass political aspirations a la vintage dress wearing modern singing jackie o version I MEAN if you watch older tay interviews from red era slash connor Kennedy era slash her vintage dresses era she deadass acted so wall flowery and a lot more??? Awkwardly holding her own hands in front of her pooft dress??? while standing and swaying and looking like a Lehdeh~ WHICH we now know that's not the real taylor at all lol!! like she's not prim and proper lady like shes a BIG DORK BI SLUT

Lmao BIG DORK BI SLUT is absolutely what I think she is.

What do y’all think happened with Connor tho babies? Like for me he is THE MOST CONFUSING BOYFRIEND/“BOYFRIEND” because it’s so bizarre it almost feels it should be real but Paula was obsessed with aging her down and he had a relative running for office and all the Kennedys got press from it.

I just... don’t get it lol and I back and forth on what I think it was because it doesn’t make sense either way to me??? Like it’s weird PR but he is SO UNLIKE her daddy issues other d00dz. So what the fuck went down?

Y’all have big brains help me with this one.

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Paintings vlog nine43: pooft: Of me. Thoughts via Tumblr

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Monday 6th July 2020 - Dennis part 2, the cast of thousands (OK, just a few)

Link to Part 1

It’s good fun choosing names, but it’s a big responsibility too. Why Dennis? Well the cat needed a name other than THE BLACK CAAAAT. I guess he must’ve had a name at some time in his early life, but we’ll never know what it was, which is kind of a shame, although he had the name we gave him for most of his life.

Through work, OH and I both knew an older gentleman called Dennis and  by personality he was more demanding and precise than the top honours graduate from the University of Precise Things in Precise Land (loose Black Adder reference. Very loose) We knew him for years and he was always the same.

I had a dream about him, the man, one night. I dreamt that he and his wife went Christmas shopping at the Bluewater centre and that he left her to browse while he prowled and inspected the loading bays of all the big stores, like House of Fraser and Marks and Spencer and reorganised them, putting everything to rights, telling them just where they were going wrong and where and how things should be stored properly to his precise standards. It was one of those vivid dreams that stay with you.

When the Black Cat first investigated our kitchen, he was just the same, sniffing at every little thing and giving it ‘ the look’ for all the world conveying ‘That Shouldn’t Be There’ every time something new, like a bag of shopping, came in.

I learned that cats don’t like change much, or for things to be moved, but he was so measured it was funny to watch and ‘that shouldn’t be there’ became his catchphrase. I gather this is something a lot of cats do, but like I said, we’re not cat people.

We felt sorry for him in the very wet and exceptionally bitter winter of 2006 and he really didn’t seem to have anywhere else to be, so slowly, very gradually, he just moved in. We moved his silver food dish just inside the patio doors so he would be sheltered as he ate and put down a blanket if he wanted to make use of it.  The first night he stayed inside was very strange, but he simply got his head down. He didn’t venture into the house beyond the corner of the kitchen door for a long time.

When he was well settled in, he’d do an inspection prowl in the evening, check the other downstairs rooms and very occasionally upstairs, although the one room in the house he never ever entered was our bedroom. The Utility Room became his ‘ensuite’ and he had a hidey home in three spots...behind the sofa in the drawing room, in between two chairs in the sitting room and under the bed in Ms NatureWatch 1’s old bedroom. OH and I learned to live with frequent sneezing and extra vacuuming. He didn’t like the doorbell at all and there were certain people who’d come to work at the house, like the man who services the drainage tank - a very nice man as it happens - but something about his voice would send D into hiding for the whole day.

Just Dennis wasn’t a strong enough name for a cat who had some impressive abilities and so over time it progressed to become Dennis The Amazing Wonder Cat...much more fitting. Sometimes he was here and then, pooft he was gone, or he was back, just like that. Amazing. He was a stealth cat.

Getting to know him better, his back story slowly revealed itself, like Skimbleshanks, Dennis was a Railway Cat and had a similar character, but a much more elevated status, in his previous incarnation as the original investigator and author of the canal and rail guides published under his nom du plume of Bradshaw.

Not only that but it was later revealed that he’d risen to an exceptional rank in the Royal Navy and later been the unique subject of a drive-by Knighting when HM Queen Elizabeth visited Newhaven Port on 31st October 2013, which, coincidentally was Dennis’s 14th birthday (we approximated his age when we first got to know him and designated his birthday, what with being a Black Cat Halloween seemed fitting)

So there we have him, in all his glory, Sir Dennis Horatio Amazing Wonder Cat of Bradshaw, Lord High Admiral of the Fleet. RIP.

Try repeating that twice over the phone to the Vet’s Receptionist.

He was a funny old boy, he hated strangers but put up with me and came to be OH’s great pal. He was very dignified and didn’t like to be disrespected. One time I mistakenly bought cat biscuits for kittens and he wouldn’t eat them, so I cunningly mixed them in with his regular biscuits, only to find he picked every ‘kitten bit’ out and discarded it. That told me! I bought him toys, including a mouse, to play with. He took one look at it and went outdoors, returning a couple of minutes later with an actual mouse. Aaaaaagh. His expression? ‘Call that a mouse? that orange bit of fluff? NO, this is a mouse’ I was firmly put in my place once more.

He never made any mess, never got on any furniture except outdoors - he did requisition empty boxes mind and he was very quiet, just occasionally hissing at the fox and in later years miaowing for a little bit of fuss as he lay by the side of OH’s chair. Otherwise he’d get your attention by stealth, creeping up and sitting silently behind you as you prepared food. He loved a little bit of cheese or some hand carved ham.

He put up with our daughter’s two cats when they holidayed here and two other cats and a kitten which we fostered for quite a while.  Did I say we’re not cat people?

The Dodger and Dennis, inside and out. A kitten who was lost in our garden. Eventually we managed to trace the owner and reunite them

Socks (the only animal we’ve ever had who gained an obvious kind of name, but not an obvious way of saying it) who was abandoned by a family in our lane who moved away. We fostered him for 8 months and I loved him. He was re-homed by a local cat rescue for us. I cried buckets when he left, but he was quite a handful and his presence could be stressful at times for Dennis, not to mention ‘Katoing’ OH when he came in from work.

Dennis (left) and Herbie (Right) - so called because he was found in the herb patch, which is only obvious if you know that fact.

As with the kitten, we looked after Herbie and advertised locally, contacted vets and used word of mouth but no one came forward to claim him. Again, we fostered him and got him vet checked with the help of a local charity and he was eventually found a nice new home.

Herbie

<Massive Tangent because it always makes me smile> 

Miss NatureWatch the Younger, when she was a toddler, got quite upset because she was fancying some ‘Herbie Sandwiches’ and (unsurprisingly) I was having trouble fathoming what she meant. It took quite a bit of working out, but we did get there in the end. Lemon Curd on wholemeal bread - a little treat I could recommend actually. I’d once made these tiny, crustless square delicacies whilst she was watching Herbie Goes to Monte Carlo (or one of the Herbie films anyway and I should point out that they were vintage films at this time) and it was the only way she could think of describing what she wanted to eat again...so Lemon Curd has been Herbie ever since.

Herbie was the only other cat that Dennis had a half decent relationship with,by which I mean he ignored him. Herbie actually managed to have a nap one afternoon on Dennis’s bed while Dennis snoozed alongside. That was quite a triumph.

With Ms NatureWatch’s cats, Dennis was disdainful of the young pretender Mr B, but seemed to have quite a soft spot for Minxy who was an older pure white female and who had the accolade of once ‘kissing’ Dennis on the nose.  RIP Minx, forever known now as Dennis’s Girlfriend. I think he was far too shocked to protest at the kiss, but maybe he quite liked it! Minxy by name...

Dennis was also an animal rescue hero (I’ve blogged this before) when he alerted us to Buster the Hedgehog who was sheltering in the kennel we’d bought for Dennis to use while we were at work. That’s going back to before he stayed in the house while we were out.

What a lad he was and how our hearts broke when it was time to say goodbye. We’d only ever been able to pick him up on a couple of occasions over all the years and his veterinary care had to be house calls and observation, but he was a strong and healthy boy who lived to a good age and brought so much richness into our lives.

That was awfully long but there’s a lot to say In Memory of a Very Important Cat

Amazing. The Amazing Wonder Cat.

Handmade brooch commissioned from Nick Hubbard Jewellery in 2009. Dennis can always be with me.

Hope you enjoyed the read and my tribute to Dennis. Just remember...we’re still  not cat people, well, not unless you count our distant relationship with M Flambeau.

Fox and Flambeau

M Flambeau seen twice yesterday

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Hello I have a question. say if you curse an object (like a bos/ grimoire) if it's yours does the curse affect you or only the people who didn't cast the cure. I'm sorry if that was a dumb question but I was really wondering this because I am thinking about cursing mine. Anyways thank you. :)

That all depends on how you cast the curse. You have to be very specific with your wording and intent. On a personal note, I tend NOT to curse my own objects. I’ve had them go off on me when I stumble into certain kinds of negative energies. It feels like getting caught in your own booby trap and leads to feeling sheepish. Instead, I put a cloaking spell on it that basically allows it to hide in plain sight from anyone vibrating at a dissonant energy level. I do this because I plan on handing my grimoire down one day to my niece. It must be allowed to be found but only by the right person. I’ve cloaked objects before but forgot to add the conditions I mentioned and Pooft! Gone! I can’t find those things anywhere! So be specific if you use a cloaking spell.  I hope this helps. Good luck with your book! 

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Dressing Up

“How do you decide to dress everyday? In any moments.”

Yay, different topic yet so interesting to be discussed.

My first priority is, wearing comfy pieces. I don't wanna spend my days and hours being annoyed with my outfit. Either it’s too tight it makes my skin barely breathe, or it makes me sweat too much making me look like I danced in the rain, or it annoys my skin until it decides to redness itself. Yes, I have a very sensitive skin. I can't wear new piece without getting laundered first (happened few times in necessaries). My skin decided to redness itself hahaha.

There will be some options for me to dress up:

- the random picker: I will pick anything on the top of the cloth pile randomly. A pink printed unicorn t-shirt, and a black jegging are okay. Plus a comfy kind of flats. As long as it’s comfortable enough for daily activities.

- the before sleep thinker: I think about tomorrow’s outfit (usually happens when I plan something to do, or I am super bored of usual outfit). This usually ends up with simplest but not so tshirt and jeans. Probably a blouse, and a cullote pants, or a piece of knee or above-knee dress and Melissa flatshoes. Or perhaps a white shirt with a stripe on shoulder, and ripped-jeans boyfriend and a pair of stiletto.

- the “oh no! I’m late” girl: a simplest outfit in a blink of an eye. Pooft! A denim dress and spiky flatshoes.

- the business casual wearer: a piece of t-shirt and trouser, plus cardigan or blazer. Or long-sleeved casual buttoned shirt, and skirt. Heels, won't be left. Sometimes, I put a pretty necklace too to sweeten my outfit, or a simple bracelet. Just not both.

- the semi-formal: cute mermaid dress! Perhaps, A-line one. Probably a checkered pencil trouser and a black top. Pair of sweet yet comfy flats or heels are also approved.

- the formal: a bodycon one, or a Baroque-theme piece (in short dress, or halter neck top). Plus prettiest heels from the closet. Either it’s two straps Valentino’s rockstud, or simple yet rich of blink stiletto from Jimmy Choo. Or classy nude Bianca pump, or prettiest Charlotte Olympia. Sometimes, I cannot just choose one! (Actually, happens most of time).

- the dating dresscode: might be the easiest yet comfiest. A simple black dress or a pink one. Those color are never wrong for me lol. Probably another one piece (or two pieces too!) justlike jumpsuit, or a sweet top from ZARA. Based on the place we’re going to visit, the weather (also the moods).

- the holidays picks: the ones that save me from hots and colds!! I only can survive in between. A flipflop is a must too.

The other pieces I’m wearing too are bracelets, or bangles--but ain't the big ones. Necklaces, in layers or just one--but not choker (I freakin’ hate choker). Or once or twice I might wear headpiece too. A belt too sometimes! In case I’m wearing long sleeved yet oversized shirt and ripped jeans or pencil trouser.

Culottes, shirts, basic t-shirts, and short pants are definitely my closet’s holy grails. You will find me wearing these pieces in alot times just because I like wearing these so much.

[thoughtfulnessme]

22/01

I just chilled and swam in the pool today, talked to Hungry and what not. My mind sometimes reverts to thinking about my ex and the fact that he has a new girlfriend. It's just a weird feeling knowing that I was once his and everything we went through and did together. It's also weird that I'll most likely never see him or hear his voice again... It's just pooft and he's gone. I've never lost anyone before so it's some new emotions that my body is trying to handle and that's okay. I know that I will get through it and that so many better things will come to me. It took me a long two years and now I'm finally free of him. I just have to keep things in perspective and remember the type of person he is and everything he did to me. I didn't want him. And I know that in weeks, months, years he will be the furtherest thing in my mind. I know that I'll look back on this post and laugh and feel so grateful for how my life is. I know that he will just be a distant memory of someone I used to know.