#my mom's so convinced me or my sister are one day gonna be the kind of professional artists where ppl pay thousands for a single super

[deep-space-lines]

so im taking that oil painting class rn right. i mentioned wanting to paint something original instead of just copying a reference bc that's all the teacher has had me doing so far and he agreed I'm probably ready and went off on this whole tangent about how i shouldn't be nervous to try to do something more original and creative and how he'll show me some original stuff his friends have painted and had shown in galleries etc etc, and... I think somehow he's been assuming that the reason I've been painting realistic stuff directly from photo refs is because that's the kind of art I like to do and that I'm nervous about trying something else??? instead of what he's been telling me to do?

which is really funny to me because apart from this class I haven't 1:1 copied a reference for years, I just haven't gone out of my way to show him any art I make in my own time because this is like a professional full-time oil painter who has paintings in galleries and shit, real high-brow art stuff, and idk how to tell him that left to my own devices I draw video game fanart and dragons and furry commissions and gay sex and cringe and i dont want to draw other things

[golden-moony]

king of my heart | pt. 3

pairings: lando norris x fem!reader | pato o'ward x fem!reader

warnings: love triangle.

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

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yourusername I had days full of paella, sangría, incredible places, lots of Chili energy and fast cars🏎🔥 What more could I ask for? I'm leaving Barcelona with a giant smile on my face. ¡Nos vemos pronto, España! 🇪🇸❤️

user1 i'll tell my kids this was the queen of Spain

user2 she's the queen of everything tbh

user3 yncarlos friendship is so underrated yet so cute🥹

user4 THEY'RE ADORABLE user5 yncarlos deserve more appreciation fr user6 i meeeeean they would make a really cute couple👀 user7 user6 oh girl no, they are SO sibling coded

user8 4th slide really made me hungry ngl

carlossainz55 i'm just here to say that i was the one who convinced y/n to try paella and in the end she loved it, you're welcome (unlike other people who didn't even dare to try it)

user9 now that's what i call a smooth operation yourusername you were right but just this time🙈 user10 f1 driver, smooth operator, fashion icon and food connoisseur: carlos sainz jr everybody 🙌 user11 who's "other people"??? landonorris IT'S SEAFOOD, CARLOS. I WASN'T GONNA EAT IT. y'all did it on purpose 😒 user12 OMG LANDO LKASJKEDJKG user13 so carlos, lando and y/n were out together? oh we won💅 user14 user13 YNLANDO NATION WE'RE SO BACK

user15 you drop this 👑👑👑

elbaoward the prettiest 🤍

yourusername miss youuuu💖 user16 iconic queens user17 MY FAV SISTERS IN LAW🫶 user18 now THIS is the kind of interactions i wanna see

user19 so after trying to get with lando and then with pato, she's now going after carlos? 😂😂

user20 user19 there's a thing called "friendship", in case you've never heard of it user21 she wants to be a wag so badly it's embarrassing user22 i mean it's the only way she can be relevant so🤷

user23 PRECIOSA 😍😍

user24 hope you had a great time in Spain, queen. come back soon❤️

user25 can she stop going to the races? I swear to God whenever she's around, Lando does poorly.

user26 as an indycar fan, i don't want her around either 😩 user27 SHE BRINGS BAD LUCK FR user28 and what does that have to do with her? if Lando is underperforming then that's on him lol

user29 so pretty omg 😫

user30 bestie please share your skincare routine

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patriciooward camera roll lately📸

user1 we really lost another one, ladies 😢

user2 girl i wanna be sad but they're so cute it's impossible😭 user3 user2 THIS IS SUCH A MOOD user4 at least we know he's in good hands 🫡

user5 CAN YOU TWO ADOPT ME?

user6 i always knew he was boyfriend material omg

user7 boyfriend of the year fr 🔥 user8 bro's in love and so am i (of them)

yourusername 4th slide is my fav cause you can see the most perfect O'ward😍 and Pato by her side

elbaoward love u babe 😻 brettkimbro elbaoward excuse me? 🤨 patriciooward yourusername EXCUSE ME yourusername i said what i said 😛 user9 i want to be their friend so bad

user10 COUPLE GOALS

user11 lando could never. yn really went for an upgrade and she didn't disappoint💅

user12 what does lando has to do with any of this?? user13 omfg girl get over it user14 she went for lando's cheaper version* user15 ynpato fans are obsessed with Lando and it shows😂

user16 i screamed with 6th slide ngl

user17 yes they're cute but CAN WE TALK ABOUT PATO ON PODIUM? THAT'S MY BOYYY🥳

user18 he deserved that so much 🥹 user19 so happy for hiiiiiiiim 🥹 user20 this weekend we got a pato podium AND ynpato moments on live tv, we really won user21 and some people say that yn brings bad luck lol user22 user21 literal clowns

arrowmclaren successful on and off track🤩

user23 admin you're so real for this user24 ADMIN IS ONE OF US

user25 MOM AND DAD ARE SO PRETTY

user26 pato's ig is about to become a yn fanpage and i'm SO here for it

user27 i mean no one can blame him tbh user28 patriciooward c'mon bestie drop more pics don't be shy

user29 in his lover era 🫶

user30 yn and pato are both SO fine🔥 they're meant to be

user31 where can I find a man who'll post me like pato posts yn?😭

user32 yn really needs to share the secret

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user1 QUEEN WHERE WERE YOU?

user2 it was so strange not having your stories talking about the highlights of the race🥺 hope everything is okay

user3 something about this feels so off

user4 glad to see i wasn't the only one thinking this user5 i meaaaan she posts this 3 days after the race?? something definitely happened user6 this caption feels so empty compared to the ones she usually writes user7 i mean we knew something was going on when she didn't post her usual post-race ig stories user8 she suddenly disappearing and pato deleting all her pics from his ig… yeah i'm pretty sure they broke up

user9 is everything okay? 🥺 we love you no matter what, queen!

user10 pato, elba and felix doesn't follow yn anymore omg i think i'm about to freak out😢

user11 why comment this on her post? even if something happened is none of our business. user12 GIRL I'M PANICKING

lissiemackintosh gorgeous💖

user13 why is people so dramatic? maybe yn was just tired or busy or whathever, she doesn't have to be online everyday jesus christ

user14 THANK YOU. everyone's acting like yn doesn't have a personal life outside social media user15 say it louder girl!!!! 👏👏

user16 does anyone knows if we're gonna get a vlog this week?

user17 idk yn hasn't said anything about it user18 i really doubt it tbh

user19 so pato broke up with this clout chaser? glad he's smarter than what i thought

user20 proud of my mclaren boys for getting away from this "lady" user21 user20 now we just need to keep oscar away from this bitch. user22 this is such an unnecessary comment. user23 spread your hate somewhere else, you're not welcome here.

user24 if pato and yn really broke up i'm gonna be so sad 😭

user25 i really don't get all this comments. can we actually talk about how beautiful she is???

user26 RIGHT??? she always slays with her looks user27 sis we know she's pretty but we love drama

user28 y'all wdym she and pato already broke up???😂😂😂 that didn't last long huh

user29 so funny yet so real user30 i always said pato deserved better, glad he realized it too

user31 the comments on this post are disgusting. if you don't like her then ignore her and leave her alone.

user32 people are so childish🙄 user33 user32 people are just seeing her for what she really is and it was about time lol

user34 i never thought i'd be alive to witness yn's downfall but i'm READY FOR THIS 🍿🍿

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[beatrixstonehill2]

"Hey, Daddy, just a heads up, but mom wanted to know if you were interested in joining our little bet...." Amanda said.

"Oh, what's that, darling?"

"Welllll.... my friends convinced my to take Femruptarin, as you guys can probably tell...."

"Of course, sweetie, you just gave birth a few months ago."

"So, I told mom that my friends are placing bets on when I'll pop! Mom thought the idea was super cute so she asked to join. The winner gets all my savings from my OnlyFans, just as long as you promise if anyone films me popping that you upload it to my OF! You can keep the money it makes, naturally." Amanda giggled.

"Of course! That money could help me with building a new deck, and then some, I'd imagine."

"Ohhh yeah. You bet, Daddy! I make a whole lot flaunting this pregnant body of mine, these huge breasts I've developed from constantly being pregnant since forever ago! And playing with myself all day long......"

"The house will feel quiet without all the little chimes from your stream donations and you moaning like a proper porn star as you masturbate four hours on end for all those fans of yours. It will be kind of nice not needing to clean off all those tarps you line your floor with to catch your orgasms. Never seen a girl squirt so much in my life, over and over, you absolutely drench your room, and yourself...."

Amanda giggled. "What can I say? I'm a very talented girl, Daddy... So! Any estimation how long I'll last?"

"That womb of yours is like Fort Knox, you carried octuplets to ten months a couple years ago. I say you'll make it to nine months!"

"Daddy, are you crazy? I've got like thirty kids in my womb, I'm only two and a half months or so along....."

"I meant what I said. Your belly'll have no trouble getting twice the size of a yoga ball before you finally burst! I have faith in you, darling. If you're good at one thing.... other than coming like a geyser a dozen times in a row, it's carrying a school bus of kids in that womb of yours."

"OK, I'll mark you down for nine months on the dot! Mom only guessed seven and a half..... My oh-so-supportive brother only guessed six."

"He's out of his mind as usual! I know you're gonna last at least to eight months, you'll see. Mark my words!"

"I hope you're right." Amanda rubbed her belly. "I wouldn't want to disappoint Erica...."

"That sister of yours is already obsessed with pushing out as many kids as she can. She really looks up to you, you know?"

"And she looks amazing carrying quints! Can't believe she's already nineteen.... Time flies...."

"But you're twenty-five so you might as well blow up like a big balloon?"

"Exactly! I think this is the perfect send off for me, I love breeding and pumping out dozens of kids, but I just love putting on a show, knowing as many people as possible are getting their rocks off to me."

"That's my girl. And wow, think this is the longest I've seen you go without making that pussy cum like a fire hydrant in years. I better not keep you much longer, wouldn't want you to have an accident--I see you rubbing those chubby thighs together, baby!"

"Is it that obvious? Mmmm, well how about you join me? My fans love it when you guys join in, especially you, daddy. Who doesn't love seeing a hugely pregnant girl with giant udders like these getting fucked by her daddy? Plus, all those donations we make together might just go to you anyway...."

"You know, you've got a point, darling."

[1d1195]

Dolcezza V

Read Dolcezza here.

Warnings: gonna have an angsty bit in here.

~6k words

“Y’don’t have t’feel embarrassed. Think s’pretty obvious I adore you. If y’want t’do this...” he moved his finger back and forth between them with his freehand. He squeezed her other one again. “S’all I can think ‘bout. Won’t take any convincing on my end. Whenever you’re ready, kitten, m’ready,” he promised and got out of the car.

They were still parked, taking a breather as she hadn’t really had a moment to think since she started on her journey home after her car fiasco. Niall had sent Harry minimal updates. The car was being fixed; he had the key to her apartment in his locker at work. They sat holding hands in the driveway while she tried to figure out the remainder of her day. They had gotten to her mom and dad’s place around noon. It was nearing almost four. As much as the car fiasco caused a hiccup in her plans, she was making good time on all the tasks she needed to get done. The ladder to the attic and the lights would cause another hiccup though. Especially since it would be dark while taking the lights down.

Harry was silent while she thought. He could see her mind turning over and over. He imagined if she was attached to the tachometer, it would be at least 2000 revolutions per minute. That, he was sure. But he let her take her time thinking, he didn’t want to interrupt her deep thoughts.

Eventually, she sighed. “Fixing that ladder is going to be a pain,” she mumbled.

Harry thought so too. It would be small and cramped and not to mention heavy. “Do... do y’have t’fix it?” He asked. She turned to him and looked at him as if that was the dumbest question someone could ask. He smirked. “Sorry, what was I thinking,” he mumbled.

“I’m sorry,” she sighed and rubbed the palms of her hands against her temples. It wasn’t Harry’s fault that he asked that. It was kind of obvious that she should just go home and leave her more than capable family to deal with it. “I know... I know I’m a little crazy and I do too much but—”

Harry shook his head and grabbed the hand closest to him. He threaded his fingers through hers, brought them to his lips. He brushed his mouth over her knuckles lingering on the middle one and peppering kisses down the length of it before placing a longer kiss on the back of her hand. She was watching him the whole time. Harry swore she gulped. They gazed at each other, and she couldn’t believe Harry liked her like that. Enough to kiss her in the middle of her crazy family’s house. Enough to run all kinds of errands with her for other family members. “You are anything but crazy, Principessa.”

“I can’t believe you still call me that,” she murmured. Her voice felt shaky. The kiss they shared in the kitchen was magical, otherworldly. But somehow, that kiss on her hand felt like it was connected right to her chest, a short wire that was pulling so hard and making her woozy.

He chuckled. “You should be treated like one,” he smiled, and he pressed a kiss to her forehead. She was certain all her organs melted into puddles inside her body. It was a miracle she remembered to breathe. A miracle she was still alive after that. “What she said was wrong,” he repeated. “Anyone... anyone who knows you the way I do,” he shook his head. “Y’have made m’life so much better, kitten. Antonio’s, Niall’s, Leo’s, I bet y’made Eleanor and Louis’ lives better too,” he murmured. “Your sister is young. S’not an excuse because it was mean,” he nodded. “She’ll appreciate it when she’s older,” he nodded.

She swallowed. “I am bossy,” she whispered.

He shook his head. “You’re caring.”

“I think it’s a large part of why my ex broke up with me,” she admitted.

He rolled his eyes. “Well, Principessa. That man is an idiot t’let y’get away,” he shrugged. “His opinion s’irrelevant,” he promised. She smirked, her gaze dropping from his eyes, and she looked at their hands intertwined, resting on the console between them.

“I like helping people. But...it comes off bossy—”

“La mia dolcezza, stop saying you’re bossy,” he shook his head. “Please,” he whispered.

“What did you call me?” She whispered breathlessly. Her cheeks were that beautiful pink he adored. His heart skipped a beat. His face warmed as he realized what he said. She remembered Harry telling Antonio’s story of how he named the restaurant. How he called his future wife the very same thing that Harry just said.

He cleared his throat awkwardly, worried that it was somehow too far. It rolled off his tongue. The same way Principessa and kitten did. It was the only thing to call her that made sense. Especially in a moment when she didn’t see how wonderful she was to everyone—especially Harry. He hoped she would see how lovely she was sooner rather than later. “My sweetness,” he murmured softly.

“I want to kiss you so bad,” she whispered in response.

He chuckled with slight relief flooding him. He used his freehand to cup her face and pressed another kiss to her forehead. “Soon, Principessa, soon,” he promised.

*

“What’s James like?”

“A little calmer than the rest of them,” she said as they walked up the path to his apartment. “Maybe it’s because we’re closer in age than Emma and I, but...I don’t know. James is a lot more understanding of me, I think...overall, anyway...” Harry grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips. He nodded as if he hadn’t just completely changed the rhythm of her heart. She bit her lip and stopped abruptly in her path. He smiled at her, taking a moment to look at her pretty being. His lips tingled the second he caught a glimpse of hers.

It was incredible what she could do in a day. Niall and Harry were headed to the restaurant to do early morning prep work—or at least Niall was. But with no plans for his day off, Harry was going to go with him. He was so glad he did. But if she managed to do all of the things on her mental to do list in a day? Harry was in awe. “S’matter, Principessa?” He asked, cupping her cheek and rubbing his thumb on her skin softly.

“James... has a roommate. His best friend Ethan,” she explained. “Ethan has had a crush on me since he was in high school,” her cheeks warmed under his touch.

“Obviously,” he smirked.

“Harry,” she tried to look away as the warmth only amplified against his hand.

“Is Ethan going to be here?” He asked.

She nodded. “He’s... harmless. But... I don’t know how to say this without sounding arrogant or...”

“Kitten, ‘course he likes his best friend’s hot older sister. M’not going t’be jealous or whatever you’re worried ‘bout,” he smirked. “If he tries t’kiss you though, I might have uncontrollable actions,” he admitted almost sheepishly. “Those lips are mine, now,” he rubbed his thumb on her lower lip, and she felt it all the way to her core. Then it was over. He left her breathless. Part of her thought she blacked out for a moment and all he did was touch her lip with his thumb. It took her a moment to realize Harry was now, waiting by the door for her to follow.

She cleared her throat, stepped to the door, and knocked. They only waited a minute before the door was out of the way.

“Hey Sis,” the boy smiled brightly as he answered. He was a spitting image of her dad. The resemblance was less strong between him and her than that of her sister and mother, but it was obvious they were siblings.

“Hi,” she smiled and wrapped her arms around him. James made eye contact with Harry as he held onto his sister.

“Eleanor didn’t want to hang out with us?” He asked.

The poor thing.

She sighed, seeming more defeated but also ignoring the feeling anyway. “Eleanor moved,” she shook her head. “This is Harry,” she explained.

“S’nice to meet you,” Harry stuck his hand out for the last of her family to shake.

“You took him to Mom and Dad’s?” He asked in surprise as he nodded at Harry while shaking his hand. She ignored him and stepped inside. He whistled in appreciation. “I don’t take the girl I’m seeing there for at least three months.”

“That would require you could keep a girl for three months,” she muttered as she started cleaning up the dishes as she went through his living room. James rolled his eyes as Harry smirked. The playfulness, compared to the argument with her sister, was a lot more Harry’s speed. He thought it was a lot nicer on her gentle heart, too.

“Did I hear the love of my life?” A second man appeared in the room, shirtless. He was a little shorter than Harry but still taller than average. Harry couldn’t help but compare how he looked to himself. He was probably attractive. If you liked that sort of thing. Despite what he said, Harry felt a pang of jealousy go through him. Ethan frowned. “James, you said she didn’t have a boyfriend anymore.”

The jealousy went away, and Harry smiled delightedly as she turned the most beautiful shade of pink to date of knowing her. “Jesus Christ,” she put a hand to her face. “Ethan, for the love of God,” she headed toward the kitchen with her armload of dishes. “Put a shirt on! It’s February!” She called.

“Why? Am I distracting you with my hot body?” he called back. The silence that ensued told him that she was ignoring him.

James smiled and shook his head. “This is Harry,” he gestured.

“You are my least favorite person right now,” Ethan said shaking his hand. Harry smirked.

“Sorry,” he chuckled.

“I’ve been in love with her for at least ten years.”

“Disgusting,” James remarked and headed for the kitchen where Harry could hear water running and the spritz of cleaning bottles.

“Can’t say I blame you,” Harry smirked and headed toward the kitchen as well. Ethan grabbed a shirt off the back of the couch and slipped it over his head.

She was once more a tornado of cleaning, doing dishes, and loading the dishwasher. Harry did what he could to help her. He grabbed dishes and threw trash in the bin. It didn’t bother him in the slightest. He wished he could say he would do the same for anyone. Plus, he didn’t want her to be stuck doing everything. Ethan was busy looking in the fridge but Harry noted there wasn’t much there except for a six pack of beer, a bottle of ketchup, and some eggs. “Thanks for the heads up on the attic ladder,” she turned to look at her brother. He bit his lip and nodded.

“Yeah, that’s on me,” he murmured. “Sorry, Sis, are you alright?”

She gestured to her body and nodded. “What do you think?”

“I think you look fantastic,” Ethan grinned eyeing her up and down.

Harry snorted at his forwardness but couldn’t blame him. Her cheeks flamed once more. “I wasn’t asking you,” she glared at him. “Don’t you have a date you need to torture?” She grumbled.

“I did, but I heard you were coming, and I couldn’t leave without saying I love you,” his smile was full of impish delight. Harry didn’t realize he was going to be that flirty. But the way she glared at him and blushed made him feel much less threatened.

Not that he felt threatened. That would be ridiculous. He was at least six years younger than she was. Maybe seven based on the way he flirted with her.

“I was going to ask if you wanted to be my date,” he said knowingly. “But then you brought a guy with you. Where’s Eleanor?”

Sighing, unable to even say it, she rolled her eyes. Harry smirked sadly while he wiped down the counters she cleared. He found a box of trash bags below the sink right by her shin and he gave her calf a little squeeze in recognition. “Well, thank God for Harry then,” she muttered low enough that Harry wasn’t sure anyone but him heard.

James smirked as he helped clean. Harry appreciated that from her brother. His demeanor was a lot more her speed, and ergo Harry’s. It was quieter than her parents’ house. Relaxing almost. “How’s the hangover,” she asked eyeing her brother. He smirked. “I’m fine,” he promised.

“He threw up most of it when we got home,” Ethan assured her. She sighed and looked at James with a blank expression, but Harry could see the worry in her eyes.

“James,” she said softly.

“I’m fine, Sis, promise,” he nodded. But she looked disbelieving.

“You need a cleanse,” she muttered.

“No way,” Ethan said. “The holiday of our people is coming, we have to practice.”

“Neither of you are Irish!” She said with exasperation thick in her voice. It was obvious that this was not the first time she had had this conversation with them. “Alright, are you ready for your to do list?” She looked at Ethan. He saluted her standing at attention like this was serious. “I’m going to look at the state of your laundry room,” the two boys exchanged a look like she was their mom, and they knew immediately they were going to be in trouble. It was equal parts hysterical and adorable. “James and I are going grocery shopping. I’m assuming,” she narrowed her eyes at him. “The bathroom needs to be cleaned,” his answering smile assured her that she was correct. She wrinkled her nose. “No idea how you guys can bring women here with the state of your bathroom. Spotless,” she stuck her finger at him.

“God you’re hot when you’re bossy,” Ethan sighed dreamily.

Much more Harry’s speed, but still a bit jealous of how it sounded. But he couldn’t argue with him either. She was pretty hot when she gave orders.

*

James sat in the middle of the seat making eye contact with Harry in the rearview mirror every so often while he chatted with his sister. They quickly caught up on their lives. James was working a lot, his classes were good, and he was still having a lot of fun. “Good, that means you can’t drink as much,” she remarked.

He sighed with an eyeroll. “I don’t have a drinking problem.”

“The way you drink is not normal. It’s not moderate. It’s binging and you know that’s bad. I did a whole research project in undergrad for my psychology class. It’s horrible,” she reminded him.

“Yes, ma’am. You’ve mentioned it about a thousand times. I don’t feel like I have to drink. I just like to drink. I’m fine.”

She turned toward him in her seat, looked at him suspiciously. “I just worry.”

“I know, Sis. I know. You worry about everyone,” he rolled his eyes. “Don’t worry about me, I’m fine,” he promised. He glanced at Harry again. “How’d you meet?”

“I rent the apartment above the restaurant Harry works at,” she explained.

“Oh, cool. What kind of restaurant?”

“Italian,” Harry answered.

“Oh, so she eats all the garlic bread,” he nodded knowingly. Harry chuckled.

She glared at her brother. “Shut up,” she grumbled. She turned to Harry who was smiling happily as he drove toward the grocery store. “Traitor,” she mumbled.

He grabbed her hand from her lap and held it on the console. The movement wasn’t lost on James. He stared at their intertwined hands for a moment before looking at his sister. He may have been younger, but he would do anything to protect her. “So... how long have you been seeing each other?” He asked.

She blushed. “Um...” she swallowed. “We’re only...”

“S’pretty new,” Harry explained. “S’been a busy few months with the holidays.”

“You didn’t tell us,” James’ attention was on her.

“Um...” she swallowed. Harry squeezed her hand reassuringly. Whatever she said was fine. “I... just have a lot going on. I don’t want to...”

“Oh, I get it, you’re shutting down again.”

She gaped and Harry’s eyes flew to James’ in the rear view. He smirked. “Oh?” Harry asked squeezing her hand again.

“Oh yeah. She does this all the time. She doesn’t let herself be happy,” he squeezed her shoulder. “Gotta worry about everyone else’s happiness,” he winked at her. Her face was no longer pink but bright red. Harry bit his lip.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he mumbled with a wink in her direction.

“Pretty sure you should be nicer to me since I’m the one buying your groceries,” she grumbled.

He squeezed her shoulder again. “Annoying younger brother,” he reminded her, getting out of the car and heading for the store. She sighed, pressing her head against the back of the seat.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

Harry stayed quiet for a moment. Turned in her direction and smiled weakly. She refused to look at him head on. But he spoke anyway. “Y’deserve t’be happy. I’d like t’make y’happy, Principessa. Worry ‘bout you the way y’worry ‘bout everyone else,” he reached out to gently turn her face toward him. His smile was gentle, his eyes just as gentle too. Her heart was beating unevenly. He was so handsome and so nice. It made her feel like the luckiest woman in the world, and she wasn’t sure she deserved someone so normal and wonderful. He didn’t even flinch about her family. “Y’don’t have t’feel embarrassed. Think s’pretty obvious I adore you. If y’want t’do this...” he moved his finger back and forth between them with his freehand. He squeezed her other one again. “S’all I can think ‘bout. Won’t take any convincing on my end. Whenever you’re ready, kitten, m’ready,” he promised and got out of the car.

It took her a full minute to recover while Harry stood by the passenger door waiting for her signal that she was going to get out. She wanted to throw herself at Harry and kiss him in the middle of a city grocery store parking lot. But she wasn’t kidding when she said it earlier. If she kissed him, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to stop.

*

Harry didn’t know he could fall harder for her. Especially for all the reasons he had fallen for her so much already. But seeing the cost of James’ groceries drop after coupons and her savings card, to one-hundred dollars less than it started, Harry was certain it might be one of the top five hottest things he adored about her. She was taking a picture of the receipt while she walked. “What are you doing?” James asked.

“I get points for receipts on this app. Then I can use the points to redeem gift cards.”

“You sound like mom.”

“Again, bought you your groceries.”

Harry smirked, putting the bags in the trunk of his car. James got the package of water bottles and soda from below the cart and put them in. She tried to grab stuff, but Harry shook his head fluttering his hand and ushering it away. “’Ve got it, Principessa.”

James smirked. “She did always want to be a princess when she was little. So, we’ve been told,” he nodded.

“Shut up.”

Harry smiled. “S’good t’know. Knew she had it in her,” he murmured.

“Er...Harry, would you mind terribly if I talked to her for a moment?” James asked.

She looked at him curiously. “What’s wrong?”

“Can you just—”

“M’jus’ gonna make a call,” Harry nodded and sat in the driver’s seat.

She turned to her brother. She remembered the day in first grade when her mom told her she was going to be a big sister. She was so excited. A real-life doll to play with. James was her best friend—probably still was in a lot of ways. He was intelligent and kind. She thought between the two of them, James was a lot more like her than Emma was.

He looked at his shoes leaning against Harry’s car. “M’sorry,” he murmured.

She sighed, already knowing what he was applying. “How much?”

“I paid all my bills for the month... it’s just... we had a party... and then...” he looked up at her. “I met a girl,” he told her. His cheeks turning pink, and she found him the cutest little thing on the planet. “I really like her,” he explained. “So, I took her out to this fancy place and... I charged it but... I needed books for class. Then... I get paid next week, and I didn’t budget right. I’m sorry,” he rubbed his hand over his mouth. He sounded remorseful.

“What’s she like?” she asked.

He looked up at her and smiled. “You’re going to love her,” he promised. “I want you to meet her,” he nodded.

Her heart clenched in a way she didn’t know was possible. Rarely did she meet James’ girlfriends. She met them when he was in high school, but only because she was around a lot more. But since she moved out and since James was in college, she didn’t hear or see much of his dating life. Other than the components she did not want to hear about and made her want to throw up thinking about her little brother doing weird things to girls.

“Are you embarrassed by me because I’m insane?” She asked him point blank when she saw the text messages popping up on his phone once during the holiday weekend about a year ago. There was a red heart next to the name and she didn’t recognize it.

“No, Sis. No way. I... I don’t introduce them to you because you’re the most sane. I want to be sure when they meet you,” he told her. Her heart felt so much adoration for her little brother. It felt like a hug and he wasn’t even touching her.

“I’d like that,” she nodded, trying to keep the tears from filling her eyes.

“Next time,” he nodded. “I know you have to get back and frost Emma’s cupcakes. She’s been texting me the whole time that I’m hogging you.”

She sighed and pulled her checkbook out of her purse. She wrote a sum that no normal sister would write for their younger brother while leaning against the back of the car. But it was better than him asking her mom. “I’ll pay you back,” he promised as she put the check in his hands.

“By my estimates you owe me more than you’ll ever be able to make,” she winked at him. “It’s what older sisters are for,” she promised and gave him another hug.

“Someone should tell Emma that,” he grumbled into her hair. She smiled, her eyes watering against her will. All while holding back the emotion that she felt for feeling understood. Maybe this girl was good for James. She hoped he was. He seemed to have matured in a matter of months since she last saw him. It made her throat tighten and she did her best to control the tears from falling. “Didn’t tell us about Harry,” he said knowingly.

She shrugged and smiled wryly. “I’m still figuring it out.”

“I think you should let him take care of you,” he said knowingly. “I’ve never seen you smile like that,” he wrinkled his nose. “Even if he holds your hand,” he pretended to gag, and she smiled.

“I like him,” she admitted. “A lot.”

“I would think; I wasn’t kidding. I don’t bring girls home to Mom and Dad’s for a while.”

She rolled her eyes. “I think he likes me too,” she sounded shy, like it was hard to believe. It was for her, but still.

“I’ll say. Ethan’s been texting me nonstop saying it’s game over. No more flirting. You’re betrothed to someone else.”

“Ethan did not say betrothed,” she laughed.

“He did, he is distraught,” he chuckled.

She rolled her eyes heading for the passenger seat. Harry smiled as she sat down, winking at her with the phone pressed to his ear. “I’ll call you later, Gem. Jus’ wanted t’say thank you and I love you,” he tapped on the steering wheel. “Tell mum I said hi and I love her,” he added. “Alright, bye,” he gave her a once over assuring she was in one piece—emotionally. “All set?” He asked.

She nodded. “All set.”

*

The ladder was the hardest part. Her dad helped at least. Had all the right tools and all the right pieces of wood needed to fix it. Harry was insistent on keeping her out of the way. “I always help with this stuff, Harry,” she said standing by with a flashlight for more help. It was bright in the hall, but you can never have too much light for these projects.

“It’s true. I had James, but by then my little helper here was doing most of the grunt work,” her dad winked at her as a reminder. She rolled her eyes and shrugged.

But once the ladder was up and functional again, Harry still didn’t want her going up into the attic. “Don’t want you t’hurt yourself, kitten,” he told her as he climbed up.

“Well, what about you—”

“I’ll be fine,” he promised with a wink.

After that, the lights took all of twenty minutes to come down. Harry was insistent he be on the ladder for that as well, pulling the lights off the gutter and handing the strand down to her. She wrapped them up expertly and stashed them in the bins and helped Harry put them back up in the new and improved attic. The way his arms flexed as he lifted the boxes up and over the ledge of the attic opening made his shirt lift a little, showing off a flash of his stomach. It couldn’t have been more than five seconds of time, but she was able to see toned lines of his abdomen and another tattoo on his hip. She swallowed as he descended the ladder trying to keep her thoughts PG, but Harry was looking at her with that beautiful smile of his and he kissed her cheek just like the very first time he did after babysitting Leo.

They finally ate the shepherd’s pie her mom made. It needed to be reheated by then. Harry was delighted with how good it tasted. “It’s Mom’s specialty,” she said. “Also, my favorite,” she smirked. “As you may have guessed, I have a thing for comfort food.”

He chuckled and nodded. “S’delicious, Principessa.”

Now they were frosting cupcakes. Almost silently. She heard the TV in the other room while the rest of her family watched the news and whatever followed it. “This is fun,” Harry smiled excitedly at her.

“Fun?” She snorted.

“Yeah. T’hang out with y’like this? S’nice,” he sounded almost sheepish.

Her heart fluttered because she couldn’t think of anything but how nice and wonderful Harry had been the whole day. “On the way home, you have to tell me all about your family, please.”

He smiled licking a bit of frosting off his thumb. He got up to wash his hands because he was onto vanilla frosting after finishing the cream cheese flavor. “Course, Principessa.”

*

They stayed for a whole hour in the living area with her family. Harry sat next to her, so close the length of her thigh pressed against his. He had his arm draped behind her on the back of the sofa and he chatted with her family so easily. It was cozy. Like he belonged there. It made her heart feel achy and she wished with everything in her that nothing would shatter this perfection she was feeling.

She couldn’t wait to tell Eleanor.

She visited a couple weekends ago. Had to get a few financial and personal documents from the town hall and whatnot to set up more permanent things in her residence. Her new job was nice—she was able to work from home most of the time; but did have to go to the office at least twice a week. But it was easy to shift the days if needed so she could do things like fly in and get her tasks done and still have time to get pasta at Dolcezza.

“Can you please put that poor man out of his misery and marry him already?” Eleanor rolled her eyes as they waited for their waitress to return with the check to sign. Their to go bag was on the table and Eleanor snapped a picture of her smiling cutely. Like they were on a date.

She rolled her eyes at the time. Not knowing that in less than a month she would be kissing Harry in her parents’ kitchen. “He’s not miserable.”

“No, but that’s because he’s so enamored, he would probably follow you around like a puppy on a leash if you asked him too.” She rolled her eyes but at that moment the waitress returned with their check and another bag filled with garlic bread from the cutest chef she had ever met.

“Well, we should get going. I just have to use the bathroom,” she said begrudgingly, getting up from the sofa. She could feel the heat from Harry dissipate almost immediately. It made her want to sit back down and never move from his side again. “I’ll be right back.”

“Thank you, for the cupcakes,” Emma said looking up at her older sister as she walked toward the bathroom. She smiled gently.

“Anytime, Em,” she promised.

“Let me help you get them on trays,” Harry said getting up from the sofa as well and Emma followed him almost implicitly toward the kitchen. Due to the size of the bake sale and how her cupcakes were town-famous, she had invested in several large trays that held cupcakes for ease of transportation. It took two cars and a flat backseat, but it was way more manageable than the first year when she made three or four trips to the school carrying cupcakes in kitschy cases.

After her short trip to the restroom, she nearly tripped over the smoke alarm in the middle of the hall. She rolled her eyes with a sigh. This had to be the hundredth task she did for her family today. But of course, she shouldn’t have expected anything less. She headed to the computer room to find a new battery. It was right near the kitchen, so she overheard Emma and Harry chatting.

“Do you have a sister?” Emma asked.

“Yeah. Gemma. She’s three years older than me.”

“So you know how annoying older sisters are,” she muttered.

Harry chuckled. “I mean...yeah. Gemma’s annoying sometimes... but she’s also m’best friend. Always looks out for me. Think if I were on the edge of a cliff, she’d throw herself off it t’save me,” he said knowingly.

Emma snorted. “She’d never do that for me,” she mumbled. Her heart broke as she eavesdropped on their conversation. Of course, she would. It hurt that Emma didn’t know that.

Harry made a cluck of disapproval. “I wouldn’t say that, Emma,” Harry said quickly. “Your sister talks ‘bout you a lot.”

“She does?” The shock in her voice pulled at her heartstrings. How could Emma not know that? Her baby sister was a spoiled princess. But she was in part to blame for that. She adored her the moment her mom arrived home with her. A new doll. One that she knew how to take care of thanks to James’ arrival three years prior. Emma was just as much of her baby as she was her parents’ baby.

“Yeah... told me all these cute funny stories ‘bout when y’were born. How y’used t’ask her t’do your makeup when y’were eight and she was getting ready for prom and stuff. Now you’re the one that does hers. She thinks you’re brilliant, beautiful, and wonderful.”

Emma was silent for a long time. She held her breath. “Oh...” she mumbled.

“Y’were pretty mean t’her today. M’not gonna lie t’you. I didn’t like it all.”

She was going to cry. Cry a lot. No one had ever stood up for her like that. Harry was perfect. Perfect, perfect, perfect. “I’m sorry,” Emma whispered.

“S’not me who y’need t’apologize to,” Harry said softly.

“She’s...” Emma took a deep breath. “She’s so perfect,” Emma whispered. “It’s hard being her younger sister sometimes. All Mom and Dad say is that they miss her and wish she was here. I miss her. My teachers ask about her. They use her work as model examples, and everyone stares at me like I’m second best. I feel so inadequate...” her voice cracked, and she wanted to do nothing but run out there and hug the girl who would always be a little eight-year-old begging to wear her prom dress even though it trailed off her way too far.

“Oh Emma,” Harry had a frown in his voice. “Y’jus’ need t’tell her that. She adores you...and while I agree with you completely, m’sure she would say she’s not perfect.”

She smirked against her teary eyes and stifled a giggle that she wanted to release. “You’re way better than all her other boyfriends,” Emma said knowingly. “If you break her heart, I will kill you,” she promised. It was really hard to hide her laughter, but Harry found it quite funny, so his laugh hid any little breathy chuckle that managed to escape.

“Thank you, Emma,” he said.

Even though they weren’t really boyfriend and girlfriend, she agreed with her sister completely.

*

Harry told her all about his family. Growing up in England. Getting his degree and traveling until he found Antonio, and she knew the rest. She wanted to meet Gemma more than anything in the world. His mum too, but as a fellow older sister, she imagined she could compare notes. He told funny stories about him and Niall living together in a house across their small town.

He held her hand the whole way home, stroking his thumb soothingly over her knuckles. As awful as the day began, she never wanted it to end. Harry was amazing. In every sense of the word and every physical movement. Not once did he complain. Not once did he mind a single thing, she asked of him.

They made it back to the restaurant. It was only ten, a whole hour before she thought they’d be back. Harry immediately went to the kitchen to get her some garlic bread because it had been a long day and he wanted to make sure she had something good at the very end of the night. He also told her he would get her keys from Niall. She sat at the bar looking at the knots in the wood grain. Patiently, anxiously, she tapped her fingers against it, waiting for Harry to get back. He promised to walk her upstairs and part of her hoped he remembered what he said about kissing her for a lot longer than in the kitchen earlier in the day.

That felt like a lifetime ago.

Niall was ducked behind the bar and reappeared as she glanced up seeing the movement. He was helping himself to a glass of water from the little soda gun. “Hey Niall,” she said softly.

“Hey, Tesorino! How was your day?” He said cheerily. She smiled weakly. Niall assumed it was exhaustion. “Let me get your keys. Did everything—”

“From where you’re standing,” she interrupted. “Don’t be obvious, please. Is there a guy in the left corner? Blonde, longish hair, glasses? Is he staring at me?”

Niall felt his whole body freeze over. Inside and out. The blood in his veins stilled. His muscles locked. His joints stiffened. He looked up briefly, discreetly following her direction. She swallowed waiting nervously as Niall looked to the back corner.

He nodded.

She closed her eyes, inhaled deeply. “Okay,” she whispered. “I was afraid of that.”

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My Candy Love New Gen Ep.7 Review!

Spoiler Ahead, Obviously

Another day, another short episode. I think off the bat, im dissapointed with how short the episodes are. I really think they need to get it together with the amount of content. It's just not enough and it doesn't help that we have to wait for almost a month every single time for a new ep.

I just had to point this out because since i've been replaying the Eldarya TO, i just started to appriciate how beemov games used to have longer, more filling, structured episodes and stories compared to now. Maybe this is too early for me to say since we are only 7 episodes in. Who knows? Maybe Beemov will actually start to have an enemies to lovers arc between the writers and the new gen game. Anyways..

The ep starts out with Candy complaining to my love Elenda (and soon the whole office) about how difficult it is to live with her annoying mom and sister. Seriously, we see from the flashback that Candy's mother basically insinuates that she didn't think she would have to live with her adult ass daughter in her house. Both Tasha and the Mother(i forget her name) were pretty rude abt it in my opinion. Instead of talking with Candy about house rules they just go on like nothing happened, and make it clear that she is just a guest. Not a part of the household.

Mentioning of TikTok was thrown in one scene for good mesure lmao

As they all hear the story, Devon decides everyone in the office should help Candy look for an apartment. They apperantly don't have anything else to do the whole day.

It almost feels like a little bit Mary Sue-ish. Everyone taking turns wasting their free work hour trying to find Candy an apartment, making it a competition seems comical and unrealistic. (not everything has to be so realistic but it's just ridicilous atp). They are literally racing to find this rich adult woman a place to live...

When it comes to the actual apartment hunting, Thomas's route was a roller coaster 😭. Since apperantly no one rents apartment to stinky stinky singles, LI s jump in to save the day, pretending to be our partners during the apartment showing.

Thomas had both me and the realtor gagged the whole time.

(sorry for the whack screenshots)

I was cringing big time

ma'am please be quiet...

A bit awkward? You're telling me..

Just as we think we are over with this, leaving the apartment, he kisses Candy.

I saw some people saying they didn't like how this kiss came about and i have to agree. He calls it "our little ritiual" , apperantly to convince the realtor. We know that's bullshit and it was kind of an excuse to kiss her. I don't like that Candy is in a cornered position to accept the kiss and it felt kind of unneccesary, no matter how hyped everyone was about it.

Like if this is the dude we will eventually gonna fall in love with& date, it's kind of a bummer that their first kiss had to be "fake". I know they thought of it like a little romantic game Candy had to play to get close to Thomas but i really think even for this it was kinda underwhelming.

I also saw other illustrations from different routes and Roy's has to be my favourite. I wish it was more romantic like that and actually made sense. Anyway..

Anyways, after they leave the house, Thomas gets back to the nonchalant attitude again (obviously) which, gagges Candy again.

Like i said, i don't really like how this kiss happened and i think even for Thomas this was kind of crazy.

If i was the realtor, i would honestly block their numbers and hope that Thomas wouldn't show up at my house to wear my skin the very same night. He deserves some kind of compensation.

I'm gonna keep doing these reviews no matter who reads them, this is for me and my ranting. But i hope you like it! Oh, I also will rate these episodes out of 10.

For my first rating on this series, I'm givinf this episode an underwhelming 5/10

Best part is that this ain't even about the house anymore, even realtor knows he fucked up and they are not gonna choose this house.

Until next time, xx

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user: ok maybe she’s the problem

user: probably because she’s fucking that Urban guy

user: we been knew she never keeps a man

user: Y/N just wakes up one day and be like “unhand me, get out.”

user: She really hasn’t been the same since Jack

user: what if Jack is her soulmate

user: she just needs to focus on herself and be the best mom she can be

user: Jack is unusually quiet during all this

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user: nasty individual

user: teaching your daughter how to be a hater and a weirdo….?

user: Y/N put her through hell and now she can celebrate her downfall????

user: caption crazy 🤣

user: anyone scared of how Jack is going to react

user: notice how you asked Willow to get Jack’s card and not yours, cause you’re broke!!

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user: um

user: so tmz was right damn

user: don’t tell me Drake fumbled!!!

user: the baddest 🔥

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user: well that explains why she didn’t publicly wish him a happy Father’s Day

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user: Jack still hasn’t said anything y’all, I’m scared

user: Y/N back in Kentucky???? Stacey and Jack are going crazy I’m sure

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thatgirlstacey: never liked you

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A Love Story for the Ages Day 1 firsts/lasts

Danny Fenton was nine years old when he met Bruce Wayne for the first time. Jack had decided that they needed to go to Gotham City to investigate ghosts. Danny was just happy to go on some kind of road trip and get out of dreary Amity Park. He had even somehow managed to convince Jazz to take him to the park to play while their parents were off running around and looking for ghosts that were nowhere to be found. 

It was at the park that Danny had met eight year old Brucie Wayne. The little boy was also at the park that day with his butler, Alfred. 

“Hi! My name’s Danny!” The little boy had said, running up to the little boy who was climbing up the jungle gym. The dark headed boy looked down at him and smiled. 

“I’m Brucie!” he said, waving down at him. 

“Can I play with you?” Danny asked, looking up at the child. Brucie just nodded his head once, a happy smile on his face, content with the fact that he was making a friend all on his own. Danny climbed onto the jungle gym and looked over at the boy. “Wanna race?”

“Yes!” Brucie cheered before the two continued to climb, higher and higher to see who could get there first. Danny let out a whoop as he made it to the top. He reached a hand down to help Brucie on the last step. Bruce took his hand and allowed the older boy to pull him up. 

“I’ve never gotten to the top before,” Brucie said, staring down at the ground. “I feel so tall!”

Danny giggled. “I do too! It’s so fun!”

“Can we be friends?” The younger boy asked, looking over at Danny with a hopeful smile. “I don’t have any friends.”

“I don’t have any either,” Danny said. “But we can be best friends! I can give you my parents number and we can call each other all the time after I go home on Friday.”

“You’re going home?” Bruce asked, tilting his head to the side. Danny let out a sad whine of confirmation and nodded his head. 

“Yeah, my parents are here for work and they brought me and my sister with them. I’m just here for a week,” he said, swinging his feet, the ends of his shoelaces dragged along the bar below his foot. 

“That’s okay, we can still be best friends! We can call each other all the time and maybe I can come visit you sometime?” Bruce said. Danny perked up and nodded his head once, agreeing with the plan. “Cool! I can’t wait to tell my mom and dad about you! I’ve never had a friend before.”

Danny laughed and looked over at his new best friend. “Wanna see something cool?” He asked. Bruce nodded once before he let out a gasp as Danny launched himself into the air and landed on the ground, letting out a happy whoop when he landed on his feet. 

“That was so cool!” Bruce shouted before following suit. The two boys continued to play until the sun started to set and Jazz and Alfred respectively told the boys that it was time to go. 

Every single day for the rest of the week, Danny and Bruce found themselves playing together at the park. They created adventures, and told one another stories. They fought imaginary monsters and saved fake princesses from dragons. 

“I’m gonna miss you,” Bruce said softly, a hiccup in his voice as he held back his tears. Danny wiped at his eyes and nodded once. 

“Me too, Brucie. But I’m gonna call you every single day!” Danny said. “And it isn’t goodbye, we’re gonna see each other again.”

“I love you, Danny,” Bruce said, finally letting his tears fall down his cheeks. Danny sniffed and hugged Bruce tight. 

“I love you too, Brucie,” the boy said, burying his face in Bruce’s shoulder. It was the first time that Bruce and Danny had ever told one another “I love you.” But it was not going to be the last. 

Once Danny left, the two had continued with their daily phone calls, spending hours talking about nothing of importance, just how their days were going and what they thought of school. Sometimes Danny would tell Brucie about the newest crazy thing his parents were doing. Bruce would tell him about the boring galas that his parents would drag them to. It wasn’t the easiest friendship with how far apart they were. But it was theirs and it meant the world to both little boys. 

That is, until the accident happened. 

“Brucie? What’s wrong?” Danny asked, listening to his best friend sniffle on the other side of the phone. It wasn’t their usual time to talk to one another. In fact, Brucie had called super late at night. Mom had only let Danny talk to him because he sounded upset. 

“Mama and Papa died,” he said softly. “I don’t know what to do.”

Danny felt his heart sink. “I’m sorry Brucie,” he said quietly. “I’m gonna ask mom and dad to see if we can come see you. It’s gonna be okay, Brucie, everything is gonna be okay.”

Brucie let out a soft sniff. For the first time in Danny’s young life, he felt absolutely helpless. A week later, Danny had managed to convince his mother to fly out with him to Gotham City for Martha and Thomas Wayne’s funerals. As soon as Bruce spotted him, he ran straight towards his best friend, Danny held the boy tight as he sobbed into his shoulder. 

“It’s gonna be okay, Brucie. Everything is going to be okay,” he said softly, hugging his best friend tight. 

After that, the calls continued on daily but the conversations turned into hours long conversations as Bruce told Danny everything going on in his life and his desire for revenge. Danny found himself treasuring every moment he had with Bruce as his own parents started to slip away from him, the neglect growing exponentially as they started to focus more on their experiments than they did their children. 

Bruce is thirteen when he gets the call from Danny. “Danny? What’s wrong?” He asked. At this time their calls had gone down from daily to weekly, high school and middle school now kicking their asses and keeping them busier than they would have liked. 

“Something happened to me, Bruce. I don’t know what to do,” Danny whispered, his voice shaky. “I was with Sam and Tucker in my parent’s lab and I was trying to impress them. Bruce, I think I died,” he said, voice breaking at the end. 

“What do you mean you died? I’m talking to you right now, Danny. You’re fine,” Bruce said with a frown. 

“No, you don’t understand. Something’s wrong with me. I keep falling through walls, I can fly now, I don’t know what’s wrong with me but I think it’s because of the portal. It opened with me in it,” he whimpered. “Bruce, I’m a freak.”

“Danny, you are not a freak. I don’t know what happened but you’re going to be okay, do you understand? Have you told your parents what happened?” He asked, glaring down at his desk and feeling utterly helpless. He hated moments like this where the distance between him and his best friend became a hassle and kept him from comforting his friend in the way that he would like. 

“No! They can’t know about this, if they find out they’ll try to experiment on me. You know how they are, B. If they find out I have powers, they’re gonna think something’s wrong with me and they’re gonna run tests and-”

“You’re catastrophizing again,” Bruce chided. “Look, you’re still coming to Gotham in a few weeks for Spring Break, right?”

“Yeah, mom already bought my plane ticket to come see you guys,” Danny said shakily. 

“When you get here, we’ll figure out what’s wrong. It’s gonna be okay, Danny. Everything’ll be okay,” Bruce said softly. 

“Thanks for letting me stay here with you guys,” Danny said, the bags under his eyes darker than ever as he set his duffle bag down in the foyer. Bruce frowned. 

Danny’s parents had learned about Danny’s accident. They hadn’t taken it well. From what Danny had said, they hadn’t tried to experiment on him or rip him apart molecule by molecule. Instead they had asked him to leave. His parents had kicked their sixteen year old son out of their house like he was trash. 

The fifteen year old simply pulled Danny into his arms and gave him a tight hug. “It’s gonna be okay. This can be your home now, me and Alfred will take care of you,” he whispered, holding Danny close. Danny sobbed into his shoulder, squeezing Bruce’s waist tight. 

Bruce is sixteen years old when he finally manages to get the nerve to kiss Danny. They’re curled up in the entertainment center watching some movie that Danny had been super excited about. 

“Danny, look at me,” Bruce whispered, watching the way Danny’s eyes shone in the dark room. His otherworldliness more prominent in the dark. Danny glanced over and smiled. 

“What is it, B? Are you getting tired? We can finish the movie tomorrow if you want,” he suggested. 

“Can I kiss you?” Bruce asked quietly, slinking his hand down to take Danny’s hand in his. 

Danny blushed a beautiful red. “I think I’d like that,” he whispered back. Bruce’s heart pounded as he leaned in close and closed the difference between the two of them. Danny’s lips are soft is the first thing Bruce thinks of. They’re soft and they taste like butter and salt from the popcorn  and they’re warm. Bruce never wants to pull away. It’s their first kiss, but it was definitely not going to be their last if Bruce has anything to say about it. 

“I have to do this, Danny,” Bruce said, glaring at his boyfriend. He’s twenty years old now and he’s ready to start training to get stronger, to become someone who can finally get revenge for his parents' murders. He was going to avenge them. 

Danny just gave him a small smile and cupped Bruce’s hand in his. “I understand. This is important to you, B. Besides, I can only put off the inevitable for so long. Clockwork is demanding that I start my training to be king.”

Bruce smiled and pressed his face into Danny’s hand. “Can’t believe you’re about to be the king of an entire dimension.”

Danny let out a soft laugh. “It is kinda crazy. Isn’t it?”

“What does this mean for us?” Bruce asked him, taking Danny’s hand and squeezing it tight. 

“It means that we’re just not going to see each other very much for a while. But I don’t think anything has to change. I love you, Bruce, distance and time won’t change that, either,” Danny told him. Bruce smiled and pressed a soft kiss to Danny’s lips. They taste like the vanilla of Danny’s chapstick and they’re just as welcoming as always. They remind Bruce of home. 

Bruce is thirty three when he sees Danny again. It hadn’t meant to be like this, their lives had become so hectic. Bruce had become Batman, he had an entire city to take care of on his own. Danny was a king, he had no time for himself anymore but he makes sure that Bruce knows he’s there. He leaves notes for Bruce everywhere, letting the Dark Knight know that he is watching. 

“What do I do, Danny? How am I going to take care of him?” Bruce asked quietly, watching as his new ward, Dick Grayson slept peacefully in the guest bed. 

“Make sure he knows that he’s loved, B,” Danny said, looking down at the boy. “His parents approve of you being his new guardian. They were beyond happy to know that you would be taking care of the boy.”

“Of course, as soon as you told me about him, I had to be there for him. I know what he’s going through, it’s so hard. I would have never wished that on any little kid,” Bruce murmured, still staring down at Dick. Danny twined their fingers together and led him out of the guest room. 

“It will be okay, Starlight,” Danny told him quietly. “I can pop in from time to time to check in on you guys. I’m tired of this distance,” he said. 

Bruce nodded tiredly. “I am too,” he murmured as they took a seat on his bed. Danny curled up around Bruce’s side and slipped a leg between the vigilante’s. “How are things going in the realms?”

“Exhausting. There’s just been so much to do and I’m only one person,” Danny complained. “How’s the vigilante life going?”

Bruce cracked a small smile. “About the same.”

The two tangled themselves into one another as they got caught up on each of their lives, feeling as though it was just yesterday when they had last seen one another.

Danny watched his lover laying on his bed, his family surrounding him. They were frozen in place. This was a moment between just Bruce and Danny. 

“Are you sure that this is what you want?” Danny asked, watching the man he had loved his entire existence start to fade before his eyes. Bruce gave him a tired smile. 

“I have lived a long life, Danny. I’m ninety years old, I let you have me for this long,” he rasped out, taking Danny’s smooth hand in his wrinkled and gnarled one. “I’m ready to move on. I want to see my parents again. I would like to see Alfred again.”

“But what about me?” Danny whispered, his voice cracking slightly. 

“I’ll see you again too, one day,” Bruce said with a certainty that Danny did not have. The Ghost King frowned down at his love, feeling selfish beyond words as he wracked his brain, trying to think of some reason to keep Bruce here, to keep him living. 

“I love you, Brucie,” Danny said softly, leaning down to press a kiss to the old man’s cheek. 

“I love you too, Danny,” Bruce told him, one last time. 

[problematicraccoon]

details about my better teenhood dr bc im losing my mind over it

(TW: MENTIONS OF SA AND STALKING and also i get real emo, my apologies)

okay so first of all, im not really reliving my teen years in their entirety- im shifting back to being 17, only a few days after my birthday.

mainly because some crazy shit happened on my 17th birthday in my cr, and it ended with me being betrayed by two of my 'best' friends during a big fight, who sided with my assailant/stalker instead of me. the day i spawn in is the day that happened. and i know that sounds stupid, like why tf would anyone wanna relive a day like that. but im gonna slightly tweak it.

in this reality, i was raised by my badass aunt Isla (fc Daphne Zuniga). she's like a big sister/aunt/best friend/mom all rolled into one, and we're extremely close, and she's very protective of me.

in my cr, no one defended me. i've taken to referring to myself as the 'attack dog friend', because i have always been the one to fight for my friends, to send paragraphs to people that hurt them or get in somebody's face for groping them, ect. but no one ever did the same for me. same goes for when my two best friends blamed me for what happened, and my other friends didnt even mention the situation. everyone kinda stopped talking to me after that.

but in my dr, i have a group of super close friends that defend me from the two that betray me. they send paragraphs to them, block them, and support me. my aunt ends up on the phone with their mom and absolutely loses it on her lmfao T0T

my reasoning for shifting back to quite possibly the worst day of my life is because i wanna fix it. i want to know what it feels like to be loved and supported instead of abandoned. this is my way of healing i suppose.

ON A LIGHTER NOTE here's some cute shit im excited for <3

-me and my best friends are gonna go to this big ball in a couple months, one that i went to with them in my cr, i just really wanna experience it again, it was so fun.

-the ball is where me and my dr crush end up confessing to each other JFAOIWEJRKANEIAJW

-MY CATS AND DUCKS AND COW :D we have three girl black cats, Arson, Murder and Mayhem. we have four ducks, Table Lamp, Carbohydrate (Carby), Heeby Jeeby, and Choi Soobin. and we have a brown cow named Annaliese that my little sister named :)

-my little siblings <3 Phoebe and Eric. they're fraternal twins, 9 years old, and born on May the 4th (the girls who get it, get it)

-Phoebe is like those creepy ass kids on horror movies. she's quiet, usually, and she always looks like she's plotting world domination. she's insanely smart and very sarcastic. she's obsessed with bugs. im a teeny bit scared of her lmfao. her face claim is Mara Wilson

-Eric is the sweetest little guy to have ever existed. he loves to sing and draw, and is very giggly and silly. he annoys the shit out of Phoebe T0T (she still loves him tho) he's very sensitive and very empathetic. he always cries when he sees a stray dog or cat and is always trying to convince us to take in strays. his face claim is Eric Lloyd.

-my aunt/mom Isla is very weird and very eccentric and very funny. she's very spiritual, like i am, and taught me how to astral project, manifest, reality shift, do tarot card readings, cartomancy, spells, stuff like that. she knows i'm a shifter, so i can tell her about my other drs and she tells me about hers. we always script each other into our drs <3 she's a giant feminist and she took me to my first protest when i was like 10. she's soft and kind but she'd 100% kill a man for me and my siblings. she's rollin with the lgbt like me, so i can be queer openly <3

-SLEEPOVERS AND 3AM SNACK RUNS WITH THE DUDES. TRAMPOLINE PARK WITH THE DUDES. ROLLERSKATING WITH THE DUDES. HIKES WITH THE DUDES. ROADTRIPS WITH THE DUDES. im gonna have a freak out i miss my friends so much.

-i scripted a tweaked version of the Leverage: Redemption plot into this dr. Breanna is a part of my friend group, and she and i are hopelessly pining after each other (until the night of the ball IFHAOIHEFH)

-dear god my clothes T0T i cannot wait to play dress up fr

-all the women in my family have psychic/empathic abilities that develop around the age of 10. we also have occasional prophetic dreams/visions.

-i never got to meet my maternal grandmother Joyce in my cr, as she died a long time before i was born, but i scripted she's still alive in my dr and we're very close. im finally gonna get to meet her T0T i cant wait to hug the shit out of her. she was so amazing yall i cant wait to get to know her.

-i have one of those pink american flags with Chaewon from Lesserafim on it lmfao. i love being a patriot <3

[liffy-feelin-jiffy]

Random S5 headcanons (part 1)

Army

His real name is Ernie

Stress bakes; one time he got so freaked out over something that he baked THREE WHOLE CHEESECAKES. They were very tasty and he would’ve been more proud of it had he not been so scured at the time

Speaking of, he has anxiety too. Folks call him paranoid all the time

The Autism is big with this one, boys

He actually also has anger issues too, but he’s good at keeping himself leveled. He’s kinda ashamed of it, even though everyone else tells him not to feel bad about it. He’s just always so worried that someday he’s gonna do or say the wrong thing that he won’t be able to take back

Book smart for the most part (pun not intended)

Octoling—or inktoling really. He wasn’t born in octarian society, but rather he’s a hybrid of an octoling and an inkling but he happened to inherit most of his father’s genes (there’s really more to it, but I’m not gonna get into it cuz BLAH). The reason no one could ever tell was because he applied makeup, hid his hair, and had his ears carved to represent that of an inkling’s sharp ears. His grandfather was the one who carved his ears, honestly

As you can imagine from the last point, yeah, his grandad was pretty strict, even abusive. He grew up with his grandad actually on a ranch in a rural part of Inkopolis. Perfect storm to happen; Army’s father got mugged and murdered by somebody and his mom died from an unknown sickness. His other family members had moved far away so, he was left with his grandfather. His grandad didn’t like how he was a half octoling and gave him hell for it. Grandad was actually a soldier during the Great Turf War so… Wasn’t too surprising that he wouldn’t be too happy about having an octoling as a grandchild.

Army’s grandad was more on the verbally abusive side. When it comes to physical abuse it was mostly when he makes Army do an excessive amount of manual labor, like lifting and tossing heavy stuff on the ranch, repainting the fences whenever they start chipping, that kind of stuff. Although, he was no stranger to getting more physical with Army, mostly striking him across the face or stomping his heel on Army’s feet. When people asked about the big red marks on his cheeks or his swollen feet, he’d tell them he hit his face with a branch or he stubbed his toes. Neither story ever convinced anyone.

Knows some martial arts, like judo and taekwondo. His grandad taught him that, too. He’s actually really good at it, mostly because he takes note of every move in great coherent detail. He never has anyone to train with, though, other than grandad. Even then, grandad isn’t always the most motivating partner

Because he’s an inktoling (with mostly octoling dominant genes) he’s got a pretty shitty immune system. He gets sick white often, so it’s seen as a bigger deal whenever he and his team come out to do turf wars, since he also has to balance time practicing martial arts, jotting down in his manual, doing farm work, the likes.

Short shit. He’s the only, and I mean the ONLY S5 member who’s under 5 feet. He’s 4,8 lmao

However, he’s built as a brick garage. Tossing tons bags of hay around a day at a time will do that to you. No one ever notices because he’s always got his parka on

His military persona is also from the influence of his strict grandad. Army also believed it would better improve his skills in turf war, which he strived to be good at since it felt like it would be the only way to get his grandfather’s approval. Now? He doesn’t care no more. Still, he holds his personality true, but he’s settled down a bit

Goggles was one of the first people to find out that Army was an Octoling (inktoling) and the moment he did he was like “bro, you’ve gotta meet my parents”

Army was THRILLED when he met Goggles’s parents, because Goggles’s parents are actually octolings too! Same with his little twin sisters. (Based on a headcanon between me and an oomfie on Twitter) For the first time Army felt like he belonged somewhere, truly as an octoling. They were so nice to him too, and they welcomed him in with open arms. They also even offered him a place to stay when his grandad kicked him out after a fight they had. Goggles’ mom immediately called the police on his grandfather when that happened. Army didn’t stay with them for too long before he eventually got a place with Mask in Splatsville. Even then, he’ll always be in their debt.

Not only that, but Army was also the first to find out that Forge was an Inktoling too, as vice versa. Those two were in a silent solidarity until octolings became a more open part of society, so they’re solidarity became less silent :) they are still friends

Army had a real cheesy crush on Forge at one point. It was like a tragic romance written by a medieval writer where he never had the courage to confess his love for her. It was even worse because she was a lesbian so he never stood a chance 😞

Even after leaving his grandad, he still misses him sometimes. Sure, he was a shitty person… But he was one of the most familiar people he ever knew, and there was still some love for him somewhere in Army’s tight and damaged heart. Nonetheless, he never went to visit his grandfather in prison

Actually enjoys going to parties hosted by Aloha, as long as nothing goes too far or out of hand. He always brings his teammates over too and they have a lot of fun. For him, it’s always a great escape from his shitty home life, and he loves to find ways to enjoy himself amongst familiar faces. Even if they don’t know who he really is underneath his beret and eye makeup. Even after his life started looking up, he’d still find it in his time to attend some of those parties; plus, he enjoys bringing some desert or curry he makes!

Cooking also brings a source of relaxation and comfort to him, especially if he gets to share it with people he cares about. His grandad would never admit it, but he was impressed by every single curry recipe Army came up with

He started forming a crush on Goggles when they got closer because of Goggles’s octo family. It was also the fault of the parents cuz they tried hooking them up together (you know they showed Army ALL of Goggles’s baby pictures)

Credit to RHebe12 on Twitter (we were interacting after they were the one to come up with the octo family headcanon and I came up with the Goami idea)

He also has a crush on Rider and Skull because I said so. Skulgoamirai for life

Aloha

His real name is Lee

Absolute introvert. He just has this talent of getting along with just about anybody. When he got an apartment in Splatsville he started bunking with this giant ass, stone cold, socially detached butch lesbian. Just a week later and they started acting like best friends. It’s that friendship rizz he got

He likes to tease people a lot, not in a mean way, he just likes to get under people’s skin as a way of playing with them. Lilith tried to clock him in the nose for it one time, so he doesn’t tease her anymore… Or at least not as much (he can’t help it!)

Fashionista mofo. If you’re looking for him, you’ll typically find him at the mall or the beach if he’s not at Mahi Mahi Resort. He loves getting his nails done, dying his hair, trying on some new clothes, checking out all the babes, and dragging all of his buddies along with him

He likes to style his hair a lot, mostly just changing the colors and ombré shades. Sometime the ombres also appears in his ink at the tips of the splotches.

His hair and ink are also kinda glowy, too. That’s because he’s a Firefly squid 🦑

Pretty good at dancing. He’s also a pretty decent singer. He tried doing both at the same time once but he didn’t have enough breath in him for that. I’m, three dots from, stardooooom

Sometimes he likes to sing when he thinks he’s alone. If you catch him and he notices, he’ll scream like a little girl and pass out probably. Mans is shy

Pansexual. He’s better at flirting with anyone when he’s only doing it for show, because he has more confidence due to not worrying about rejection. However, he absolutely fumbles and stumbles over his words if he’s tryna get with someone who he sincerely has an interest in. He’s also not good with receiving flirts back, cuz the moment he gets complimented he melts like an unsupervised popsicle in the summertime.

Transmasc. He loves to show off his top surgery scars by keeping his shirt opened up whenever he can. He’s also got a little bit of bust from the testosterone, and he loves to flex for the ladies, lads and enby chads

His ethnicity is Hawaiian Puerto Reefian (Puerto Rican) it’s an aquatic ethnicity pun.

Asymmetry is his distant cousin (she’s more Filipino tho). They are friends :)

His parents are on the verge of divorce. He’s not too surprised, as all he remembers is the both of them fighting over everything and finding nothing to agree on, so as he got older he was kind of waiting for it to happen. He’s kinda sad about it tho, but it’s not like they treat each other too badly, or treat him badly.

In contrast to Army, he’s more street kind of smart. Pilot Cosmo voice: “this magnificent charm is secretly a curse ✨”

VERY fast runner. If you are running for your life from him then ooh child you better count your seconds and say your prayers. (He’s a runner he’s a track star 🏃‍♂️)

Unlike every other cephalopod, he’s actually tried to learn how to swim because of the fact that he goes surfing. He’s… Getting a little better at it (the jelly lifeguard is sick of seeing him even NEAR the pool)

He’s also the hugger of the group. Had a bad day? “C’mere mf let lemme give you a hug-“

Army has needed many of his encouragement hugs from, and Aloha always delivered and never judged him at all for it

Important to note: He has a bit of a temper. At one point people thought he had anger issues, but it’s not that extreme. He just has a hard time keeping his patience with some people. He also has a hard time concealing it because he doesn’t ever consider his temper to be an issue. It’s not like he gets mad often, but if you press the right buttons then he’s gonna get as steamy as a train

His parents are in charge of the grand bar Mahi Mahi resort, so that’s why he and his team or just about anybody he has along with him are able to come and hangout 24/7.

He knows how to make alcoholic beverages, but he’s responsible about who he serves to (to an extent. But he always makes sure his buddies never drink too much and that they have some water at least while making sure they don’t do anything too stupid.) He always keeps a bottle of gin in his drink cabinets because Army likes that stuff, apparently (gin tastes like shit), and he loves watching Army get absolutely wasted and fall to the floor. It’s the goofiest shit. He’s always willing to care for his hungover ass afterwards, anyways

He also hosts a bunch of parties over at his place, and depending on the kind of people or how many people he has, he he might open up his mini bar. Still, he makes sure not to serve anyone too underage or if they can’t hold their liquor well.

He’s also very strict about any tampered drinks. He and his team take upon the role as drink supervisors at his parents’ bar and his own house parties. The millisecond they see any drinks with the ice sinking, change in color, excessive bubbles, or a foggy appearance, it’s out of the field; they’ll spill it in a potted plant, sink, hell, they’ll even shut it out the window. Aloha doesn’t stand for that shit. Everyone at the bar and his parties are supposed to have fun. No one was gonna get hurt on his watch.

Typically, when he catches drink tamper culprits, he’ll deal with them himself. Sometimes he’ll get someone strong like Diver, Rider, Army or Skull to hold them down while he… Teaches them a lesson. He’s very serious about this kind of stuff. If you wanna know why, ask what happened to his mum when she was in high school.

Anyways- he’s very, very verbally affectionate with any significant other he has. Words of affirmation is his strong long language. Whether they’re a boy, girl, or enby he’ll always find new things to compliment them for every day. He’ll say things like “my BIG STRONG handsome boy ☺️” “man, I’ve scored such a gorgeous lady” “you always looks so wonderful every day. What’s your secret, love?” I just wanna see him be verbally affectionate.

He’s also physically affectionate. I’m talking peppering his love’s face with kisses, nibbling on their ear while hugging them from behind, back neck and shoulder kisses. He does everything he can to make sure his lover is truly loved

Btw forgot to mentioned but Aloha’s got a GIRLFRIEEEEEEND! She’s a beautiful, tall, strong and blue haired octoling lady who he loves to pieces! AND SHES TRANS TOO! TRANS FOR TRANS! Her names O’sana, but her nickname is Beach and she’s eventually became part of Lilith’s team in Splatsville and she wields the custom goo tuber and loves to octo bag with it. She’s also pretty good at breakdancing, and they love to dance together 😊. It’s also ironic though cuz she’s also known to be very clumsy. They met during a 1v1 tournament in Splatsville when they were playing against each other, and the moment she winked at him once he was head over heels and on his knees for her. So much so that he couldn’t even flirt properly when they met after the match; “Hey girl, are you a girl, because- I- I love you, I- What the fuck how is this happening I’m usually so good at this, ARE YOU SINGLE?!”

Beach: “Yeah 😁”

Aloha: “Well, d-do you wanna go on a dat-“

Beach: “Yeah! 😄”

I shit you not that’s how it all happened. Both have W rizz. You can see a drawing I did of her here

Well that’s enough for now. I hope you like my headcanons. See you all again soon with more! 👋🏻

(Post is ever changing. Check back every so often to find changes!)

Here’s the second part (Mask, Skull and Rider) >

[a-queer-seminarian]

big ol' worry dump, i promise i'll post something rebloggable soon but i'm still processing everything and have not had time to write it coherently! cw queerphobia from the pulpit, church hurt, verbal violence, and brief csa mention (not a specific case)

SO. for anyone not keeping up, this past Sunday i visited my childhood church in ohio, and was devastated when near the end of his homily (Catholic word for sermon haha) my childhood pastor suddenly switched from celebrating the Spirit who bursts through closed doors to proclaiming that The Church Is Under Attack from people like the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence. :/

After he finished and sat down, i stood up and got behind the lectern/pulpit to remind him and everyone in the room that queer and trans people have the Holy Spirit too, because his words implied otherwise. And i could not risk that any other person there felt suddenly and utterly alone — i had to make sure they knew that not everyone agreed with our priest's message.

(Here's a place you can watch a clip of the homily — obviously mega content warning for homophobia, please keep yourself safe and remember you are loved!! — as well as my response)

Not long into speaking, I was escorted peacefully out of the building. Two parishioners followed and found me outside, and thanked me for what i said. They were very sweet <3

As we were talking, another parishioner stormed out and got very, very verbally violent. It was scary shit.

Other parishioners eventually came out and led Scary Man away, thankfully. The church's other, younger & newer priest, Father Jim, also came out to apologize profusely to us. Then i went home. My wife and i flew home to Georgia the next morning.

____

and...stuff keeps happening.

i did not expect this to make the news, but it did. the Cleveland Plain Dealer wrote on it, and so have other papers across the country.

an officer called me to ask if i wanted to press charges on Scary Man. I don't, because i'm just not convinced the results would be helpful to actually stopping him from doing what he did again.

if anyone has resources or someone smart i could talk to for advice on alternatives to cops & court for a situation like this, please hit me up!!!

after agreeing to an interview with the Plain Dealer reporter, which used my first and last name, folks have been finding me on social media to offer their support, which actually has been so uplifting and i plan to post some of the messages later!

my parents are proud of me and support me BUT my mom is worried sick that someone is going to, like, find out where i live and come attack me. i'd be more worried that they find out who my parents are and go attack them, tbh.

i've had more sudden spikes of adrenaline in the past five days than i have in the past like, 2 years lol

i've also talked with more different individuals on the phone in the past five days than i had over the rest of 2023 so far

i was scrolling through twitter last night and randomly came across a tweet featuring a TikTok of a cut-down version of my priest's homily + my response...i really don't like what parts they cut out, or what they titled it. and it's got over a million views. :OOO

there's a lot of confusion in the replies — people who don't realize i'm a former parishioner, not an active one; people not knowing how to gender me which is fine but it's, you know, getting a little grating; and of course, people resorting to saying Father Tim must be "closeted gay" or otherwise have a Sinister Secret himself to say what he said...I hate that kind of rhetoric.

Not every person who spouts homophobia is secretly gay. The Biggest Homophobes are usually, shockingly, straight.

And flippantly suggesting that anyone, even a Catholic priest, is a pedophile without facts to back that accusation up only serves to harm csa victims — because then when there really is a case that needs to be pursued, people may not take it seriously.

one big thing that's bothering me about how everyone on every side of the debate is interpreting Father Tim's homily is they are focusing mostly on his condemnation of the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence — and while I certainly oppose what he said about them, it's actually the first half of his message that scared me more: the stuff about the church being under attack and how Christians must defend it. He ended with a vague reminder to do so "peacefully," without any examples about how that's even done. And obviously, Scary Man didn't absorb that part of the message.

sigh. i was really hoping that agreeing to an interview with the plain dealer reporter who wrote the first article would give me a chance to explain why i felt i had to interrupt Mass, but unfortunately they didn't include those quotes. i'm really disappointed.

that article's title also says "attendee fired back," using exactly the kind of violence-coded language that I had a problem with in F. Tim's homily. So that's really unfortunate.

which is why i want to write up my perspective. i did send a long ass email to father tim the other night explaining what i did, why his message was hurtful AND fueled his parishioner's violence, and asking if we could talk about alternative ways to hold Scary Man accountable beyond the law. he hasn't responded yet.

anyway. yeah. it's been. a lot. good vibes and prayers are so very appreciated! and seriously, if anyone has resources about alternatives to legal action when we're dealing with someone who got very verbally violent and physically aggressive, i'd love some help figuring out what to do. also any thoughts about like, keeping myself safe? yeah

Anyway, gonna end with the affirmation that God made us Good; human diversity is what it looks like to be in the image of an Infinite creator; and queerness is a holy gift that the Body of Christ can't do without!!

Amen and amen.

[emgene]

enhypen with idol crush plssss

warnings: written on phone, not edited

This kind of made me want to write a "Ni-Ki with an idol!S/O that debut very young", so let me know if you want that

Heeseung has been a fan since your debut. Since it's been quite a few years, he's more low-key about his crush now than he was in the beginning. He doesn't talk about you a lot, but he always plays your music during lives. The day he meets you though??? He's 100% getting a picture with you.

Jay is also quite low-key, but in a "I'm just a casual fan" way. I can see him participating in tiktok challeges that you or your group create. He'd also probably caption his instagram posts with your lyrics and if someone were to ask, he would say it's for "aesthetic reasons". If he were to interact with you, he'd try to act cool but it's obvious that he has some sort of feelings towards you.

Jake... I can't see him being able to hide it very well, especially if he's watching you perform live. He knows every lyric, every song, all the lore. He's always playing your music, especially any solos you have. He shys (shies?) away from you in person, so it'll take some convincing (the boys pushing him into you) for him to talk to you.

Sunghoon doesn't let anyone know. It's like his own secret that only his dog and little sister know. It's actually his sister's fault that he likes you. You're her favorite member, so she always talked about you to him. It was inevitable. He doesn't listen to your music a lot, but he enjoys watching your fancams and he has NOT missed a live. He interacted with you once as MC and his face was so red. Probably asked for a picture with you by saying "oh btw my sister is a huge fan".

Sunoo doesn't hide that he's a fan, but he does hide his crush. He used to go to your concerts all the time predebut, but he can't do that much now. I can see him actually kinda being friends with you?? Like he has your number and you talk sometimes, and you probably do tiktoks together. He'll NEVER tell you he likes you. It's gonna take a rumor for him to confess.

Jungwon didn't even know he had a crush until he sees you in person. He knew your group, he knew some songs, but he didn't really realize that he liked you. You met during an awards show and he found it oddly hard to talk to you. From that day on, he starts listening to your music more and he might try interacting with you a bit. You just make him really nervous.

Ni-Ki doesn't want to admit it, but you're one of the reasons he became an idol. Back home, he would learn all your choreos and he always went to concerts with his mom and sisters. He just admired you so much, and that admiration turned into a crush as he got older. He's always participating in your tiktok challenges too. He actually got to meet you after his debut and he thinks he died when you said you knew who he was. You??? Know Him???? Impossible. No way.

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"Summer of '87" {Chapter 7}

She's baaack!

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Chapter 6

Chapter 8

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“I’m sorry, what?” Dutin blinked several times as he tried to process what you had just said. 

“I’m…I’m your sister….”

“Yeah I got that,” he cut you off. “But why exactly do you think that?” 

“...We have the same dad,” you explained.

“What?” He now laughed. “That’s not-- I don’t know who you think you are, but--”

“Our dad cheated on my mom with your mom, and then--” you tried to go on but Dustin wasn't having it.

“Fuck you!!” he suddenly yelled angrily. “My mom is not a homewrecker!” 

“I’m not saying that!” You argued defensively. “It was a one time thing, and then--”

“Oh so “our” dead beat dad had a one night stand with my mom and then went back to his loving family?” he spat. 

“Well, i mean he’s kind of a dick--”

“Well that explains where you get it from.” Dustin scoffed.

“HEY,” Eddie suddenly spoke up loudly. “Not cool, Henderson,”

“And you? Sucked in by a pair of pretty eyes? Really? You just let her feed you a story and brought her here?!” Dustin gestured angrily at Eddie.

“It’s not a story!” You argued. 

“Look man, i get you’re upset, I do. But she’s telling the truth--” 

“HOW do you know that?” Dustin challenged him.

Eddie stared at the two of you for several moments at the question. How did he know? He had just taken you at your word, no questions asked. But-- you knew Dustin’s name, that had to mean something right? And you had no idea who Eddie was, so you wouldn’t lie just to come with them, right? 

“...I--I don’t,” he finally admitted softly.

“Eddie!” you cried tearfully. “Really?”

“Well it’s true!” He bit his lip with glassy eyes. “I--I just trusted your word for it,” 

“And you don’t now?”

“I didn’t say that,” he shook his head. “I’m just stating facts,” 

“Nah,” Dustin shook his own head. “I see what’s goin’ on. YOU told Eddie some sob story so you could get in his pants!”

“Dust I at least know that is not true,” Eddie defended you. “We haven’t even kissed! By HER choice!” 

“Yeah, of course not dipshit!” Dustin yelled in rage. “She’s playing you! She probably knows who you are, going after your money and--” 

“Alright, that’s enough.” Eddie cut him off his angry spiel. “I know you gotta be freakin’ out over all this, it’s a lot. But listen Henderson, the last couple days I’ve spent with your sister--”

“She is NOT my sister!” Dustin backed away.

“Y/N,” Eddie changed his misnomer. “Look man if you just got to know her, I promise--” 

“I don’t wanna get to know her!” Dustin screamed. “I’m not gonna let some random chick seduce my best friend and use ME to do it!” 

And with that he turned and stomped off the bus, leaving the two of you alone. 

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“....That could’ve gone better,” Eddie said in a playful tone.

“Ha ha,” you sighed sarcastically as you flopped onto the couch and put your hands over your face. 

“Don’t worry,” He sat next to you and rubbed your leg. “He’ll come around--”

“And what if he doesn’t?!” You suddenly sat up. “What if he convinces your whole friend group that I’m just some gold digging groupie?!”

“Well, i know he can’t convince ALL of them,” he stroked your face. “The guys already trust you, hell they even invited you!”

He paused. 

“Shit, I should’ve told Henderson that!”

“It’s okay, Eddie,” you put a hand to his cheek. “I’m sure it wouldn’t have mattered,”

“But it might have,” He sighed as he put his hand over yours on his face. “I just--- I let him get into my head for a split second. I’m sorry, princess,”

“It’s okay,” you assured him. “Really,” 

You both sat there in silence for a moment, when you noticed Eddie glancing down at your lips. 

“....You know I have money to pay Gareth,” He smirked softly. 

“Eddie!” You hit him playfully. “One setback is not gonna derail my plans on bonding with my brother,” 

“But he already thinks we’re sleeping together!”

“And we told him we weren’t!” you pointed out. “And I’m not gonna already start lying to him, he already thinks I am!” 

“Okay, okay,” Eddie sighed in defeat. “I just wanted to make you feel better,” 

“I appreciate the gesture,” You giggled while playing with his hair. 

“Anytime,” he smiled back before kissing your forehead. 

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After the boys were settled, Eddie retrieved his old van from the trailer park and drove you to your friend Amanda’s house. She came running out to greet you when she heard you pull up.

“Y/N!” She squealed “I missed you! I--” 

She suddenly recognized Eddie and stopped mid-sentence. 

“Holy shit,” she gasped. “You’re Eddie Munson,” 

“Guilty,” he chuckled. “Nice to meet a fan,”

“A FAN?” She suddenly blurted out angrily. “I am not a fan!” 

Both of your faces dropped in this weird turn of events. 

“You’re not?” He asked curiously. 

“No!” Amanda snapped. “You don’t even remember me, do you?” 

“I….” he looked between the two of you nervously. “No…?”

“Last summer? The Hideout?” She asked as if that would trigger Eddie’s memory. Unfortunately, it did not. 

“I…” He made a face. “I’m sorry, i don’t--”

“WE SLEPT TOGETHER!!!!” She screamed angrily. “And you never called me!” 

“OH,” Eddie’s eyes suddenly widened in recognition.. “Oh shit. Mandy…”

“SERIOUSLY Eddie?!” you suddenly interjected coldly. How could he not remember sleeping with anybody? Let alone one of your closest friends. 

“Geez, look I’m really sorry Mandy--”

“Amanda,” she corrected him curtly. 

“Amanda.” Eddie coughed uncomfortably. “I just-- we just….the scouts were in the audience that night, and the next day things just kinda--- took off,” 

“And now what, he’s got you under his spell too?” Amanda ignored him as she glared at you. 

“What? NO!” You gestured wildly. “We haven’t even slept together!”

“YET,” Amanda kept her death glare.

“Come on Man-- Amanda,” Eddie cooed. “It was a long time ago. You know I would��ve called you--” 

Your eyes were now widened at his sudden “Casanova” act. Was he serious right now?!

“Get your hands off me!” Amanda swatted at him. “And Y/N, you can have him.” 

She stared to walk away, making you chase after her. 

“Mandy!” You called. “But what about--”

“Go shack up with Mr. Rock Star, for all I care,” she spat at you before going in her house and slamming the door. 

You stood there just staring, reeling from the last few minutes. After a moment, Eddie came and put a shoulder on yours.

“Well, you can always stay with me--” 

“Don’t,” you spun away from his touch, leaving him bewildered. 

“What?” he asked. “Why--?”

“WHat the hell was that?!” You gestured towards Amanda’s house. “You hit on her RIGHT in front of me!” 

“Aw come on princess,” he laughed. “I was just trying to ease the tension!” 

“How exactly is hitting on your ex in front of your new-- WHATEVER,” you grunted in frustration. 

“She’s not my ex!” he argued. “She’s some rando i slept with--”

“Like I will be?” you scowled. 

“That’s not fair,” he replied in a very hurt tone. “I haven’t done anything--”

“Not YET,” You repeated Amanda’s comment. “What was that just now back at the bus? Huh? You get me back here and suddenly what, wanna make me one of the many?” 

“First of all, it’s not ‘one of the many’,” he half laughed like it was the most ridiculous thought that he had slept with tons of women. “It’s one of the FEW, at best,” 

“Do you think you’re making this better?” you narrowed your eyes. 

“Look princess, I--”

“Y/N,” you corrected him coldly, as Amanda did. 

“...Y/N,” he said softly with a face that looked like he was a puppy you just kicked. “I was stupid back then, okay?” 

“Oh yeah, ‘back then’,” you laughed sarcastically. “A whole year ago,”

“I was going through something!” he suddenly became enraged as he flashed back to last summer. It had only been a few months since Vecna, and he had just gotten out of the hospital when he had played that show at The HIdeout.

 It was packed; everyone had come to see the “Hero of Hawkins.” He couldn’t deny it, it was a rush. It felt amazing to be seen for the first time as something other than the town Freak. He had let it get to his head a bit. He had a few beers after the show, schmoozing with “Fans” and agents. And maybe he had fooled around with a few guys, a few girls. He just wanted to soak up every minute of not being an outcast. 

“I’m not gonna sit here and defend how I chose to deal with everything that happened to me, especially to you!” 

“Oh yeah, everything that happened,” you laughed again. “Yeah it must’ve been so hard with girls throwing themselves at you--”

“I’m talking about what I had to go through to get there!” He got in your face. “AND I didn’t even do it for that!” 

He stepped back as his hands shook with rage, thinking back to that night. That horrible night.

“I almost DIED, Y/N.” He spoke with a sharp tongue. “I was READY to die. For your brother. For my friends. For this fucking town who HATED me!”

He trembled with rage as he walked around explaining his story. 

“When i was hanging by that rope climbing out of the Upside Down, I remember the exact moment I knew i had to…sacrifice myself.”

His voice became low as he sat down on the curb. 

“I--I cut the rope so Dustin couldn’t come after me, i knew i had to buy the others more time. Nobody else could do it but me--”

He spoke out loud almost as if he was in a trance, recalling the events. Logically he knew you had no context about what he was on about, but he told the tale nonetheless. 

You just watched on in horror, suddenly regretting everything you had yelled at him for. He was right, you had no idea what he went through. He had vaguely described it when he told you about Vecna, but not in detail like this.

“I got on that bike and I rode like hell. I rode so fast and so hard, I thought my legs were going to burst into flame right from under me. And then I felt one of the bats snare me right in the neck--” 

He paused to catch his breath as tears clogged his throat. You sat next to him but didn’t touch him, not wanting to interrupt his monologue. 

“I fell to the ground, and all I felt was pain. Constant pain. Stabbing, knawing, the sounds that they made…” 

He paused again as he let a quiet, quick sob come out before continuing. 

“I knew I was dying, that I was gonna die. I waited for it, just listening to their horrible screeches, but then-- it just stopped.”

“Stopped?” you said, snapping him out of it. He jerked his head to face you, suddenly realizing you had been there this whole time. 

“Yeah, stopped.” He repeated softly as he gently laid his hand next to yours on the pavement. You interlaced your fingers together and squeezed his hand in comfort. 

“It was like they all just-- died at once. They fell to the ground and it was just…silence.” he gulped. 

“And then I heard Dustin yelling my name,” He looked down as his voice really began to shake. “Part of me was so pissed he had come after me, and part of me was so angry at myself that he was going to see me like that, but-- i was also so grateful i wasn't going to die alone,”

“Oh Eddie,” you whispered while gripping his hand tighter. You didn’t want to cry and make this about you, but hearing him speak in such detail about the hell he went through, it made you want to sob. 

“I could feel myself shutting down, which is ironic because I mean I started losing feeling in everything. First my legs, then my torso. I told Henderson he had to look after the little sheeples, I wanted to give him something he could have to call his own. A legacy. Something i could give him since i wouldn’t be around to give him anything else--” 

He looked down once more as you saw droplets of tears stain the pavement.

“I felt like I was letting him down, leaving him all alone like that. I know he has his friends, but-- what we had was special. A true brother bond. God I wanted so badly to live in that moment, but not for myself. For him.”

“Eddie….” you laid your head on his shoulder. 

“I told him I loved him,” he admitted. “I’ve never told ANYONE that, except for Wayne. Once.” 

He finally looked at you. 

“And I do. I really love that little guy,” he said before finally breaking down in your arms. 

You just sat there for a long while, letting him cry in your arms and trying not to cry too hard yourself. You didn’t care if Mandy could see you, all you wanted to do in that moment was make him feel better. Make him feel safe.

After a few more minutes, Eddie began to compose himself before looking into your teary eyes. His eyes were bloodshot from crying so hard, his lips were chapped from dehydration. He stared at you with pure childlike emotion, a broken little boy. 

The gap between you began to close as his hands went to the back of your neck, pulling you closer slowly. You knew you shouldn’t let this happen; not now. He was distraught, he was vulnerable. But for some reason you just let him pull you closer until your lips brushed together tenderly. 

The kiss became more intense as soon as your lips were locked together. Both of Eddie’s hands went into your hair as he pressed harder and licked your lips, asking for entrance. You immediately opened your mouth slightly as your own tongue went into his mouth. He roamed your mouth with his tongue aggressively, as if he was trying to taste every inch of you. 

After a few seconds you both pulled apart, breathing heavily. 

“Y/N, I--” he began to speak but you put a finger over his lips. 

“Shh, not here. Not now, okay?” you whispered with a small smile. You didn’t want him to say something he didn’t mean just because you two were having an intimate moment. 

“....Okay,” he nodded in understanding. 

He held your hand as he helped you stand up, walking back towards the van with you still in his grasp.

“Y’know, you really can stay with me. I won’t try anything--”

“I think we’re past that,” you blushed. “But--- yeah, that would be nice.” 

You and Eddie “shacked” up--- that would totally help your mission with Dustin and keep the bet. Right?

…..Riiiiight.

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Here is my contribution for Fowl Fest day 2 (should I make this a full story?)

Diary of André Price, 16 years old, Portland Oregon (aka the Baby from the wrestling match in the Atlantis Complex)

Dear Diary

Okay, brain very loud right now, need to vent.

Kind of a lot happened today. New guy finally arrived, you know the one everyone was convinced must be some juvie reject because he was being transferred in from out of state. Turns out no, his dads in the military, and new guy’s been dealing with long covid. His names Jayden, he’s really cute. I give him an 8, no 9, no… 9.5/10 (still not quite up there with Jacob, but got just a little more rizz than Liam).

Not the point, moving on.

When we were let out to lunch, Em was waiting for me outside class (she never does this, since it’s embarrassing enough to be my sister, let alone people seeing us together, but I digress) said she had to talk to me. Something weird happened this morning when she was getting on the bus (I drove in today, so I missed this). She spotted all these guys in big SUV’s scoping around the woods near the river. They apparently didn’t look like the normal military we get around here, and they had these devices in like a backpack thing and were scanning around the area. She looked really freaked out, because apparently they were scanning the area where I usually go to practice.

Em is the only person who knows about my powers. Thank God it wasn’t Sophie. That 10 year old little weasel would have ratted me out to Mom faster then I could have bribed her. Downside, Em has been treating me like her own personal science experiment ever since (perks of having the local town mathlete/spelling bee/science fair champion around, while you are but a smooth brained gay little lizard) but I guess it’s not all that bad. I know way more about my powers now then I did at the start of the year. I’ve gone from lighting little fires when I look at twigs hard enough to being able to jumpstart my car with electricity.

But maybe that’s not such a good thing.

After school Em and I drove out to investigate. We decided not to get too close, giving ourselves an excuse to be there by picking up Mr Hernández’s dog Chika (still the most adorable Pitbull I’ve ever seen, and a total wimp) and taking her for a walk since he’s still recovering from surgery.

Em was right, a whole swarm of men in black vans with the word A.C.R.O.N.Y.M, stitched onto their uniforms (none of them were even slightly attractive! Total let down). But they were scanning around the old well, exactly where I’ve been practicing for months. That must mean they’re looking for me.

We must have made a noise or something, because one of the men pointed and shouted in our direction. We ran, they ran after us, but they didn’t catch us. I think someone on the team, someone who likes to believe they have sense, must have told them to let us go. After all, we were just kids being curious (shows what they know).

Instead of going home, Em suggested we pick up Dairy Queen and hang out for a few hours. She said it was to throw off suspicion in case these A.C.R.O.N.Y.M guys decided to keep an eye on us. I think she just wanted to get me to pay for Dairy Queen, since I’m not reckless with my money like she is. We got Chika a puppuccino from Starbucks (such a spoiled puppy, but she deserved it after our fright in the woods). While we were there, we saw flyers being put up for a wrestling event that’s coming to town next week. Apparently the Jade princess is gonna be there (you’d think our family’s collective obsession with wrestling would have died down somewhat since that accident when I was a baby. Nope.) so we'll probably all being going.

We were just about to head home when I saw something else weird. Four people parked up outside the general store arguing. There was this tall, bald muscle guy (a 10/10), a tall blonde who looked like tall guys sister (Em informed me she was a 10/10. She was totally having a case of lesbian-itus), this small child in an oversized hoodie (Very loud, could hear them over the entire parking lot), and a dark haired guy in a suit (a 100/10, are you kidding me??? Edward Cullen wishes he looked like this dude!!!). I only took notice of them because I heard the kid in the hoodie shouting something about “magic” and “human babies”. I mean… that’s me! I was a human baby (Shocking I know) and I do have powers (maybe magic???). It felt like too much of a coincidence for both the A.C.R.O.N.Y.M guys, and the hottie bunch (+small child) to all be here on the same day.

All this, and I still have algebra homework to do.

Update.

Hot vampire guy is downstairs with muscle man and blonde lady. They’re asking for me!

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Good For The Soul (Vinland Saga)

Hi hello I've officially finished Vinland Saga's anime and oh my GOD- I freaking loved it! Minus one episode the entire watch was lovely and I definitely recommend it!

I wasn't originally gonna write for Vinland cause- you know- season one didn't exactly give us many characters to work with via this kind of stuff, but season 2??? I've gotcha ;D Einar and Thorfinn are besties and now I wanna write all the content for them! I hope you like it! :D

Spoilers for Vinland Saga Season 2!!!

Summary: Einar notices that Thorfinn doesn't smile much and is shocked when Thorfinn admits he can't remember how. Time for some good ol' assistance!

“You don’t smile a lot, do you Thorfinn?”

He supposed he didn’t. “Sorry.”

“Heh- no, no apologies. It’s not a bad thing- well; okay, it kinda is?” Einar cringed, running a hand through his hair as he searched for words. “You’ve been through hell; I don’t expect you to be jolly about any of it. I don’t know why I even said that- sorry Thorfinn.”

“No, you’re fine. I get it.” The blonde looked down at the stock of hay he was playing with, face thoughtful as he twirled it in his fingers. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had a reason to. I think I forgot how.”

“Oh man, sorry about…wait- you forgot?” Einar squawked, twisting around in his hay to stare at him. “That’s a thing?”

“I guess so?” Thorfinn shifted, uncomfortable.

“Sorry- sorry. I just- wow….forget to smile. Don’t tell me you forgot how to laugh as well?” Einar looked like a man who was just told the secrets of the world, hands in his hair and blue eyes wide with shock as he went over the new information again and again.

“Erm…Einar?”

“We need to fix it!”

“Huh?” What was he on about?

“We need to fix it! Give you back your smile and laughter! Don’t you know those make up a part of our souls? It’s like- drinking cold water after a long day on the farm! Or- or- having a hot meal when your body feels like lead! It’s simply good for the soul!” Einar spoke with such passion it was starting to convince Thorfinn. “It’s not your fault you forgot, life has been cruel to you, but now that you’re on a new “I won’t fight no more” oath and you’ve got me as your friend; we can fix it!”

“I appreciate it but…how exactly are we gonna do that?”

“I….don’t know.” Einar deflated, sheepish. “But we’ll figure something out! Quick- what’s something that makes you happy?”

“Uhhh…”

“First thing to come to mind! What makes you feel less depressed?”

“You do?”

“.....you’re kind.” Einar blinked rapidly. “But we need something that’ll bring a smile to your face when I’m not around! Something like…a good joke! Quick, what’s one you know?”

“Erm…oh. Oh um- why do s-sheep stay in groups of three?”

“Why?” Einar looked ready.

“Cause they…erm…” Thorfinn blushed, sinking into himself. “I forgot the punchline.”

Silence. They sat staring into space for a few minutes.

“Well- at least you tried?” Einar offered, grinning. Thorfinn seemed to sink further.

Okay- new plan!

“You know…back home, before my village was…yeah.” Einar shifted, coming closer. “My sister and mom laughed at everything. No matter what was happening, they found a reason to smile. Me though? I liked to think I was more realistic.”

“That so?”

“Yeah! Anyway- I didn’t always get what was so funny, so my mom and sister would…” Einar paused, blinking suddenly. “Hey, um- before I do what I’m about to do, can I touch you?”

“Um…sure?” Thorfinn blinked. “What are you-”

Without any warning, Einar leaped. They’re bodies went tumbling back into the hay, sending bits of it flying up into the air. Thorfinn could have easily thrown him off, but refrained. Within minutes, Einar was sitting on him, a hand grabbing his wrist and shoving it overhead. “There! Gotcha!”

“You…did?” Thorfinn looked up at the hand entrapping him, then back at Einar. “What exactly are we doing?”

“Thorfinn, I got one question for you. It’s one of my most important questions of all time.” Einar raised his free hand, flexing his fingers all about. “Are you ticklish?”

……..Was he? It’s been so long since anyone touched him like that. When he was six or so, Ylva would tickle him to tears whenever he got fussy. Both his parents did as well- though it was brief little attacks whenever he tried to “fight” Thors or refused to wake up from his mother’s lap. When he was in Askeladd’s group, he kept his distance from everyone, quicker with a dagger than ever before.

“I don’t remember.” Thorfinn admitted, watching as Einar’s eyes widened in renewed shock. “Not likely I still am though. It’s been years.”

“We’ll see about that!” Einar raised his hand dramatically before bringing it down to Thorfinn’s stomach, clawing at the hardened skin.

Thorfinn has lived through many types of physical contact. He’s been beaten, bruised, broken down and dragged. He learned to tolerate the pain and various factors that came with it.

This however? God help him- he just crumbled.

“Ge-Ah! Aheahhahahaha! E-Ehehheheeinahahahhar!” Almost immediately he was arching at the touch, trying to get away from his friend’s fingers as they drilled into the sensitive skin through his shirt. He was wearing a shirt- why did it tickle so much through the shirt? “Hohohohohld on! Hooohohohohohlod oohohon plehahahse!”

“Oh wow- you really are ticklish!” Einar paused briefly at the request, giving Thorfinn a chance to breathe. “Do you want me to stop?”

“Heh..hhehee..” Did he? It was strange and unbearable and…nostalgic. Comforting really.

“Ihihit’s fine…you can keep going if you want.”

“Whoa-really?” Einar grinned, releasing Thorfinn’s wrist so he could use both hands. “Okay- just tap me like this when you’re done.” He gave three quick pats to Thorfinn’s bicep before diving back in, once again renewing the shaky laughs and giggles the blonde let out. “Get ready!”

“Yoohohohou’ve ahahahhlreadhahhahdy sthahahahharted! Ahehehehehehe!” Thorfinn cackled out, lightly shoving at Einar’s hands as they scribbled into his belly. His sides were worse; the second Einar switched over to grab them he yelped and twisted, stuck on his side. “Ehhahahahahahhaa gahahhahahd iihihihiht’s wehehehehird!”

“That’s what tickling’s supposed to feel like!” Einar laughed, poking all over as he searched for tickle spots. His ribs proved rather ticklish, especially the backs, and when he jabbed a finger into his armpit, Thorfinn shoved his arms down tightly against his sides- a wheezy short drawing out.

The best reaction though was when Einar squeezed the back of his neck. Instantly he exploded in laughter, scrunching up with a rare squeal. “EHEHEHHINAR!”

“Oh snap- what was that? Oh my god, you’re adorable!” Einar kept up his playful assault, laughing with him as Thorfinn howled with mirth. “Do it again!”

He did- alongside a variety of other sounds he was mildly embarrassed by. Eventually- when his face was flushed red and his hair was full of hay, Einar stopped, pulling off before Thorfinn could tap him. Exhausted, the blonde fell back with a tired sigh, residue chuckles breaking up each gasp for breath. “Ehehehehe…ehehhe…heh…”

“Did it help? Cause it looked like it helped! You’re smiling!” Einar cheered, swiping off remaining hay off his face with a chuckle. “And you laughed too! Alot! How does your soul feel, Thorfinn?”

How did he feel? Exhausted for sure. Tired. Breathless. But also…

“I think it does.” He placed a hand on his racing heart, not out of fear but rather…relief. He felt strangely light- as if his body was made of air.

For the first time in ages, he felt…safe.

“Good!” Einar patted him on his belly a few times before rolling to the side, getting comfy in his hay. Once he was comfortable, Thorfinn asked the question.

“You said your sister and mom used to do that to you…does that mean you’re ticklish?”

“.....Thorfinn, I’m gonna say this once and only once cause I consider you my brother.” Einar turned to look at him, expression surprisingly hard. “If you dare try to tickle me, I will end your existence. You’ll be tickled so much you’ll ascend to Vahalla and have to explain to them why you died- death by laughter.”

Thorfinn stared. Then he puffed, grinning. Einar’s expression cracked. Within minutes they were laughing like children until their bellies hurt and their eyes were misty.

“I behehheeived you for a sehehecond!” Thorfinn wheezed, a hand over his face.

“Yohohohou did! Yoohohohu did!” Einar agreed, just as giggly. “Heh…but really- that’s something I’m not so willing to share.”

“I’ll find out.” Thorfinn decided. “Sooner or later.”

“We’ll see.”

Thanks for reading!

[kelpstheshifter]

Meet me in my Shameless Desired Reality

INTRODUCING MY MOST TOXICC DR

Name: Kimberly Ball

My nicknames: Kimmy by my biological mom; Baby girl by Kev; Kim Possible by the Gallaghers; Kimber by everyone; Kim by everyone

Backstory: I'm Kev's daughter him and my mom dated when they were very young, and she kind of hid me when they broke up. A few years later right before Season 1 she decided to let me go live with him for a bit.

My family:

Kev: Dad

V: Step-mom

*Cr mom's name*: Bio mom

People in my Desired Reality:

Debbie: My actual twin. I love this girl till do us part. We have such similar personalities and, I adore her. We have this thing were we do everything together (even if that includes having babies) she's my soulmate and my other half.

Carl: My first love. He's going to be the father of my kid one day. We've liked each other since Kev introduced us, and I think he's great (except his white boy Carl phase)

Karen: My big sister. Debbie has Mandy I have Karen. She teaches everything about growing up, and boys, and all that stuff.

V: When we first meet I HATEEED her. I was so convinced that Kev and my mom were gonna get back together, but later she becomes my second mom.

Kev: My dad. We are super close, and I tell him everything. We have the best relationship nowadays.

My most toxic dr by a long shot.....it will probably have the biggest storytimes though so a win is a win

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[frizzle-mcshizzle]

I FEEL SO BAD FOR JOSIE POOR CHILD :(((

another question for Funsies; how did Quintor end up in the neutral territories?? I've entirely forgotten how it works in canon but don't they have to light leap to get there? or is it kind of more he just Popped up one day and cyrus was like 'he's MINE don't question it'

(i'm totally gonna forget about the questions about josie's design so I'll just leave this here as a reminder to myself to send those cause i have to go to sleep lmao)

gotta project my daddy issues somewhere lol

(its light leaping using a light yellow crystal btw, also they apparently can make one use crystals??)

ok so Quintor had a physically abusive father who pushed him to hard to young to be a soldier, and would physically punish him when he didn't do enough and a push over mother who didn't stop her husband from harming their child. but he had to deal with it because his father was a respected soldier and no one could imagine him hurting his son. when Quintor mentioned what was happening at home people thought he was lying for attention and it just made the abuse worse.

when his father died in battle protecting his soldier when he was 9. he thought it his father was put in the hall of hero's and deemed a amazing man and was idolized by the community. Quintor had to deal with people constantly asking what his father was like, and how lucky he was to have such a hero as a father, how he had quite the legacy to uphold. one day he blew up and screamed at his mom about how his father treated him and how he wasn't a hero and how he was nothing but a fake. his mother scolded him and told him that he needed to respect his father and that his father was only doing what was best for him.

at 10 Quintor decides he had enough and steals a random crystal to the neutral territories from his parents bedrooms and takes a tent, some weapons and food and light leaped to the neutral territories.

he lived on his own for about a week, then Cyrus found him trying (and failing) to hunt a deer, Cyrus killed it for him and told this tiny child that he would help him skin it and break it down of he came back to his camp, and it took some arguing but eventually Cryus convinced him to come back to camp for just one night and he literally never left 

how the conversation kind of would've gone down under the cut because the way im writing it is gonna be long

Cyrus: come on kid lets go back to my camp, ill teach you how to skin it and break it down,

Quintor: no i don't want to you're not my dad

Cyrus: well then, ill take my deer back to my camp and share it with my sisters

Quintor: its not your deer!!

Cyrus: i killed it, you didn't, and if you want me to share you're gonna have to come back to camp with me because i don't have my hunting gear with me and can't break it down

Quintor: *angry 10 year old noises*

Cyrus: you coming or not

Quintor: *sigh* yes im coming

(back at the camp)

Quintor: i thought you said you had sisters?

Cyrus *gestures to the twins sitting by the fire*: yep they're right there

Quintor *looks between Cyrus and the twins*

Quintor: but they're elves!

Cyrus: so what, family isnt blood kid, its what you make it

Quintor:

Quintor: you can choose your family!!!

Cyrus: yep, *hands him a bar of soap* now go wash up in the river, you smell like death

Quintor: yes sir

(after Quintor runs out to the river)

Calista *cooking dinner*:Cy, who was that?

Cyrus: some kid i found in the woods

Calista: yes but whos kid is it?

Cyrus: i don't know but hes mine now

Calista: Ida, Cyrus just found a child in the woods and wants to keep him

Idelia *not even looking up from her notebook*: finders keepers

Calista: that doesn't apply to children

Cyrus and Idelia: it does now

Calista: so does this mean we have four months to feed now

Cyrus: well im not about to leave a 10yo alone in the woods im not your council