#my name is never spelled with a K ever its always a C

[hearteyedbunny]

why did this cup at goodwill have my name on it

and it's my fav color????

[widoglock]

Caleb with amnesia tho

Fic idea currently gnawing on the wires of my brain:

After Kingsley sails off on his own, the Nein don’t hear from him for months. It’s not long before the gang starts to worry. Caleb gets word of Kingsley’s last known location—luckily somewhere Caleb has seen, which permits a teleport checkup.

Caleb finds Kingsley in a pissy mood. He’s unkempt and cagey as an alley cat, dodging Caleb’s questions and rejecting his concern. Kingsley doesn’t tell Caleb, but the truth is: Over the past few months, he’s regained the last of his memories. The context of his old life has only worsened his sense of alienation from the Nein. Kingsley has witnessed all the little ways his friends have moved on without him—how his absence has shaped them into stronger, happier people. In the face of their growth, Kingsley feels like a shard that doesn’t fit.

So yeah, he sailed the fuck out of Dodge. Better that the Nein never find out how much he remembers; he’s sure now more than ever he’ll never live up to the rosy shrine of their collective memory. He’ll always be a ghost first and his own person second—a forgery, only as good as its approximation to the real thing.

Anyway. Caleb hates to push, but he knows something’s deeply wrong with Kingsley and he’s not about to let him sail off the face of the planet. So he’s like, “I am not leaving this ship until you tell me what is going on.” And Kingsley tries to call his bluff like, lol okay magic man!! :)) there’s a rat problem and the navigator has the flu and my cabin’s only got one bed!! :))) have fun and try not to get eaten by the crew!! :))))))

But of course Caleb is stubborn as a rock and he just...hunkers down, fully prepared to starve Kingsley out. The two orbit each other for days, Kingsley refusing to explain his predicament and Caleb refusing to fly away home.

Problem: a pirate fight or some-such. A wizard nukes Caleb with a powerful memory wipe spell. When Kingsley finds Caleb in the aftermath, he’s curled up and panicking in a corner of the ship, his latest memory being the stone floor of his sanatorium cell. He, Kingsley, and the rest of the crew are days from land (and therefore a healer), and Caleb has forgotten all but his most basic spells.

Kingsley does his best to catch Caleb up to speed. It’s not clear whether Caleb buys his story or not. When Caleb asks Kingsley how they met—

K: “It’s—I’m gonna do my best to simplify, all right? It’s a lot. So first: Lucian. Not the nicest guy, by all accounts. Lucian croaks, and when he gets resurrected...he wakes up sans memories, right? A blank slate. That blank slate names themself Mollymauk. With me so far?

C: “Sure.”

K: “That’s the guy you met, after you escaped with Nott. Adventures ensued; a fellowship was born, yada yada. Then Mollymauk got stabbed to death. Now—when Molly was resurrected, he came back as the first guy, Lucian. Still with me?”

C: “Ja, I...suppose.”

K: “Then Lucian died—”

C: “Again?”

K: “Took some practice to get right, I guess. Anyhow—with Lucian out of the way, you tried to resurrect Mollymauk—”

C: “Stop, stop. I am—Kingsley, I am sorry, but how many times are these two going to die and be brought back to life?”

K: “As many times as it takes for the joke to get stale, I guess. The point is, you didn’t bring...I mean, you brought back somebody. Just not...You brought back a sort of—an amnesiac hodgepodge of Mollymauk and Lucian. That’s me.”

C: “The ‘amnesiac hodgepodge.’”

K: “Just like grandma used to make.”

C: “Ha. So...You can’t remember your past. And I can’t remember my future. Have we always been so...”

K: “Unlucky?”

C: “Spiegelgleich.”

And now a pre-Nein Caleb and a post-memory-restoration Kingsley are stranded on a ship together for days with nothing to do but talk about their feelings...Oh, the horror!

[ashintheairlikesnow]

It sure would be terrible if Jameson got spooked by something and saw Jake and decided Jake was a threat. It would be just awful if it was something innocuous that triggered Jameson so badly that he decided he needed to handle Jake the way he handled Robert, now, in front of a few rescues. And Chris, perhaps

CW: Stabbing, knives, blood, panic response, trauma response, flashback to pet whump, murder reference

Chris vaguely hears a loud thump over the sound of the music blaring through his headphones, ignoring it - it’s an old house, sometimes you hear everything anyone else is doing. He hums along with the song, turning the page on his textbook, trying to make himself focus on the entirely-too-many tiny words, chewing idly on his plastic feather necklace.

Then there’s another sound that breaks through, cracks apart the spell of the song. 

It’s a scream.

Chris’s head jerks up and he pulls the headphones off, freezing first, heart going from a slow and steady thump to racing, a wash of cold fear from head to toe. For a second, there’s nothing, and he wonders if he made it up somehow, if there was never that second sound-

And then the scream comes again, and he hears footsteps flying past his door, the sound of Antoni’s voice calling out. Chris throws his mp3 player to the side and abandons the textbooks he wasn’t really reading anyway, bare feet on warm hardwood, taking the steps three at a time.

He stumbles into the doorway to the kitchen and stares, wide-eyed, at the blood. His breath catches in his throat, it won’t go into his lungs or come back out again, and he feels his knees give way.

There’s so much blood.

Again.

“No,” he whimpers, but no one hears him. They’re too busy trying to pull the new angry rescue off of Jake.

Antoni and Allyn each have their hands gripped onto Jameson’s arms, pulling him forcibly up and away from Jake, lying on the floor with one of the kitchen knives, the narrow one, buried in his shoulder so firmly it looks like it’s stuck him to the floor beneath him. Blood wells up bright red, soaking Jake’s white t-shirt, as he tries to move one hand to grab at it, misses, fails.

“You won’t fucking touch me!” Jameson is screaming, his rasping voice even more hoarse with the volume, tears in his eyes and running down his red face, spitting the words with venom and panic. “You’ll never fucking touch me again, you won’t, you won’t fucking touch me! You fucking won’t, you asshole, I fucking k-killed you-let me go!”

He tries to pull himself free of their grip, but Antoni and Allyn hold him tightly, pulling him still struggling back towards the same doorway Chris is still frozen in.

He stares at Jake, who hasn’t seen him yet, and his face changes, it’s someone else, it’s reddish hair just like his own and a longer jaw, wider eyes, it’s dark brown hair falling over her face and it’s so much blood-

“Jameson,” Antoni says, his voice louder than Chris has ever heard it, firm and strong. “Jameson you must stop this. You are not there. You are not in that place now. You must calm. Look at the windows, Jameson. Look at the walls.” He pauses, his dark eyes moving, landing on Chris, moving again. He can’t stop, Chris thinks, he can’t stop doing this long enough to help anyone else. “Jameson. Look at Allyn.”

Jameson, teeth bared in a snarl, turns almost against his will and meets Allyn’s frightened expression, their huge gray eyes ringed in white, and something... melts out of him, the tension and hate dropping all at once. He slumps, and Allyn pulls him close, whispering into his ear.

It’s the moment Chris needs and he throws himself forwards, onto his knees on the floor next to Jake. “Jake,” he whispers, his hands hovering above the knife, unable to bring himself to touch it. His eyes are locked on the growing bloodstain. “J-Jake, Jake, Jake, n-no, no no no, not you, not, not you, too-”

“Sssshhh, it’s okay.” Jake’s voice is strained and he lets the back of his head thump into the floor. “It’s o-... it’s okay, Chris. Fuck, fuck this hurts, fuck-... it’s okay.”

Chris shakes his head, lips trembling with the tears building up in his eyes, blurring his view. Jake holds up one hand and Chris grabs onto it, and Jake’s hand is so warm. Chris’s fingers have always run cold. He grips tight, rocking forward and back, fighting the urge to curl up and wait for Jake’s body to go cold-

“It’s okay,” Jake says again, a little more faintly. “N-not... this isn’t... this isn’t th-that, Chris. Okay? Look at m-me. Look at me.”

“He’s g-gonna fucking kill me,” Chris hears Jameson saying behind him, and Allyn’s low murmuring reassurance. “I killed him already, h-he can’t, he can’t find me, he c-c-can’t, he’s dead, I k-killed him in the basement I left him in the basement I did it, I did it already, I c-can’t-... he can’t be here-”

“Chrisha, you need to get out of the room,” Antoni says softly, crouching next to Chris with a first aid kit in his hand. “Or out of my way.”

“No hospitals,” Jake says, and he and Antoni meet eyes. There’s a long pause, and then Antoni slowly nods.

“No hospitals,” Antoni agrees. “I can do it here. I have done this before.”

“When?” Jake’s voice thins even more.

“A long time ago.” Antoni’s voice is firm enough to end any hope of further questions. 

“He’ll die,” Chris whispers. “he, he’ll die. Without... without a h-hospital, he’ll, he’ll d-die like, like, like, like-like-like th-they did-”

“It is not in a fatal place, if I am stopping the bleeding,” Antoni says, almost toneless. “I can do this.” His accent is thickening, and Chris remembers with a sickening lurch when a handler found him and Antoni spoke this way, sending him out of a dingy motel and Chris saw... in his hair... “But you must not be in the way.”

“Wh-what-... what do, do, do I do?”

“Care for Jameson,” Antoni intones, flat as the floor Jake is bleeding on. “I will handle this. I have handled this before. Uspokoysya, mladshiy brat.”

Chris stays frozen, his hands still hovering inches from the blade of the knife, above the bloodstain, above the body of someone he loves that will go still and silent and cold while he cries and then-

And then-

“YA dolzhen zabotit'sya o Misha.” Antoni looks up at him, and his dark eyes are somewhere else entirely, some other time. “Ubiraysya otsyuda.”

Chris doesn’t know the words, exactly, but he knows their meaning. He shifts backwards, forcing himself to stand, finding himself rocking forward and back even as he moves, trying to fight the overwhelming fear rushing under his skin like a river, pushing him to do... to do something to get the feeling out. 

He sets his jaw, turning to look and seeing Allyn has pulled Jameson into the den now, their hands on either side of his face. They’ve gone gray around the edges, as terrified as Chris is, but they still don’t let go of him, they keep talking. Jameson nods, or shakes his head, or whispers to them, and Chris sees what he’s never noticed before.

Jameson is as scared as any of them, all the time, and he’s as tightly wound. A dam with cracks that has begun to shatter, water rushing into the valley below, burying what he was so carefully growing there.

The trees washed clear of leaves, left as sickly skeletal branches stripped of bark drowning in the water. The sun won’t come out in time to save them. 

Chris knows how that feels.

There isn’t any sun, in the valley. There’s only the cold white light that lives inside all of their heads.

He takes one step and then another, away from the pull of Jake making huffing noises on the floor trying to hide his pain and Antoni speaking calmly in Russian that none of them understands to a brother that isn’t the one he thinks he’s caring for.

Jameson sees him coming and... flinches. 

Afraid of him.

Chris swallows, his heart racing in circles through his body. Everything feels like ice. “J-Jameson?”

Jameson shakes his head and cringes further back and away, but Allyn follows him, putting their arms around him and holding tight. “Pets don’t have names,” he whispers. “I d-don’t have a name. Pets don’t have names, I don’t have-... I’m not-... I killed him, I know I did, I know I did I made... I made sure-”

“I know,” Allyn soothes him, rubbing circles on his scarred back through his shirt. “I know, I know you did, I know.”

“Why is he here?” Jameson looks young, and lost, and not angry at all. “If he’s dead, why-... why is he here? Why is he still here? Why is he-... still in my head?”

“He’s not here,” Chris says, trying to keep his voice even. This isn’t good. This is so bad. He can’t do this, he isn’t good at helping, he’s never been good at helping.

You did it once, for the one in the museum.

That was different.

Was it?

Jake groans behind him, low agonized deep voice, and Chris feels his whole body shudder. “Mom-” 

Is he begging her? Praying for her help? He can’t remember. He can barely breathe. Her eyes were so dark at the end and he lost those last, when the drip took everything else he lost her eyes last.

Tris, love you-... I love you so much, baby, it’s okay, it’ll b-be okay-

“It’ll be okay,” Chris says, voice shaky, trying to echo her voice. She had been trying so hard to tell him what he needed to know, for this, too, right? Hadn’t she? She’d been trying to say goodbye but to tell him he would be okay, and he is, isn’t he? Sort of?

A little?

He feels like he’s breathing water but he moves closer to Jameson, and then closer again.

“It’s-... it’s okay,” he whispers. “H-he’s-... whoever you-... he’s not, not here.”

“Then who-...” Jameson’s eyes seem to clear a little for the first time. The fear drains from him but it’s replaced by something else entirely. Horrified guilt. “Who did I just kill?”

-

@astrobly @finder-of-rings @whump-tr0pes @raigash @moose-teeth @orchidscript @doveotions @pretty-face-breaker @eatyourdamnpears @boxboysandotherwhump @vickytokio @whumpfigure @outofangband @downriver914 @justabitofwhump @thehopelessopus @butwhatifyouwrite @yet-another-heathen @nonsensical-whump @newandfiguringitout @gonna-feel-that-tomorrow @oops-its-whump @cubeswhump @whumpiary @orchidscript @outofangband

[that1fanficwriter]

Would u do a fluff alphabet with merlin (bbc merlin)???

Of course! Thank you so much for being my first ask!

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

Your courage, he likes that you will stand up for what you believe in and what you think is right.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?) Yes, he does want a family but he doesn’t want to have kids until the magic ban is lifted, in fear of them also being magical and something happening to them.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

Sometimes he holds you but he really enjoys when you hold him. D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

So. Freaking. Adorable. He doesn’t have a ton of free time, thanks to Arthur, so when he has the chance he likes to do something sweet for you, like take you on a picnic.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…)) He says that you are his hope that things could change.

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

When Uther hired the witch hunter he suspected you of witchcraft for a little bit and it worried Merlin to no end. During that fiasco he realized that he couldn't live without you and afterwards finally confessed his love to you.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

Always. All the time. He’s just such a cinnamon roll.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

He likes to hold your hand all the time; especially since he never knows what dangers may come.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

He was rushing down the hallway because he was late with Arthur's breakfast and he only caught a glimpse of you but he wondered who you were because he hadn't seen you around the castle before and he thought you were beautiful.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?) He tries not to but you can tell that he does occasionally and won't bring it up on his own so you try to remind him how much he means to you often.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

You always share sweet kisses. You kissed him for the first time right after he told you that he was in love with you.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?) Merlin, he was so panicked and worried that the witch hunter would say you had magic that it just tumbled out. M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?) When you first showed him the beautiful field hidden away in the forest. After that it became your special spot.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

He wants to but you tell him not too so he does his best. O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Red, because you like to steal his favorite neckerchief and pretend to be him.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?) He calls you love most frequently or my love.

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

Umm, its Camelot and the Middle Ages, so everything?

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

He likes to sit and read with you

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

He knows just how to cheer anyone else up but he tries to hide if he is upset about something. Once you realize that he is upset and give him a cuddle and get him to talk about it he starts to feel better. T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Absolutely anything, if he finds something new that is really interesting to him he tends to start rambling (it's adorable).

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

He absolutely loves the you hold him and stroke his hair. He finds it very comforting.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

He’s very modest but if he has worked particularly hard on a spell he will show you. Of course, when you tell him how amazing it is and how proud of him you are he turns beet red.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

He proposes to you in the field where you usually picnic together, right after he comes back to Camelot after a particularly long trip

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?) The only thing I can think of is "Do You Believe In Magic", sorry.

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Yes, you both know that it will happen one day. Merlin is just concerned about someone finding out about his magic and hurting you for it.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

Maybe a dog? I feel like he would be such a great dog owner.

[spencer-reid-in-a-pool]

A - Z 🤍🤍

I’m assuming this means all the asks! So buckle up LOL. And thank you for taking an interest in lil ole me. 

A: How did you come up with the title to [insert fic]?

Since you didn’t specify which title, I’m just going to talk about how I come up with titles in general. Normally, they happen one of two ways. Either I will come up with a title I think sounds cool out of the blue and then base a fic of its vibes, or I will write a fic to completion before deciding on a title. I like to use something that one of the characters say in this situation. It feels very full circle to me, if you will. 

B: Any of your stories inspired by personal experience?

Unfortunately, my life is nowhere near as cool as the characters’ lives I write about. So no, I can’t say that my stories are based off personal experience. Unless you count me naming side characters my middle name every so often to indulge myself oops. 

C: What member do you identify with most?

I guess by member it means character? And to be honest, I’m not really sure. I relate a lot to Spencer Reid I suppose, because I have never been popular and have always been a target for whatever shit life throws at me. I also like to think I’m kinda intelligent? Although if you look at my grade in my stats class right now, idk what to tell you-

D: Is there a song or a playlist to associate with [insert fic]?

Since there was no specific fic asked about, I can’t really answer this one! But to be honest, I don’t think there are any fics that I have written that I associated with songs. 

E: If you wrote a sequel to [insert fic], what would it be about?

The first one that came to mind is Guest Speaker. If I wrote a part three for that, it would probably be fluffy domestic cute stuff with Spencer. 

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

“I don’t even know what it was…it happened so fast. Did you kill it, Geralt?” Jaskier asked in a huff. Geralt crossed his arms, and shook his head. “I figured I should make sure you didn’t die first, bard.” Jaskier nodded, a simple “Ah,” leaving his lips. “Well, no matter. You can fix me right?” 

He sounded like he was poking fun at the situation, but I could hear the fear in his words. I decided to try and make him smile before I did this next part. It would be painful.

“Anything for Geralt of Rivia and his emotional support bard.”

(This was just really funny to me for some reason, and I feel like I did a good job with their characterizations! And then Y/N comes back with the emotional support bard comment and it’s something I would say in real life. From this fic.)

G: Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

It depends on my mood! Sometimes if I’m frustrated with a story or a scene, I’ll write them out of order based on what type of thing I feel like writing. But I would say 75% of the time I write my fics in order.

H: How would you describe your style?

To be honest, I have no idea. Do I even have a style? I just write stuff and hope that people read it and like it. 

I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?

Happy endings pfft. So cliche, but like- they make me happy. Unless I am feeling particularly angsty that day and want to make an ending a complete train wreck >:) 

J: Write or describe an alternative ending to [insert fic].

In this fic...I would let reader live LMAO. But like- I was feeling angsty that day okay-

K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?

Reader dying at the end of the fic LMAO, in the fic linked in the previous one above this one.

L: How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?

Uhh 😬 Maybe once? If that 😅 I’m usually so excited to post that I just kinda go ahead and click post and hope for the best. I rely on spell check and grammar check a lot 💀And I just hope my story flows well.

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

I don’t think so! I keep my to do list public so everyone can see what fics I have planned. The only two I don’t have on there are the ones for the upcoming fic swap on @imagining-in-the-margins ‘s discord! But that’s cuz they’re secret :)

N: Is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you?

I wish that I would finish the 85486824 WIPS I have, does that count? And that I would write down all the ideas I have in my head that I haven’t even given words yet. 

O: How do you begin a story–with the plot, or the characters?

Ooh this is a tough one. I’m not really sure how to answer it actually. There have been fics that I come up with a general idea for a plot for first, and then others I will decide what characters I wanna write for before I have any clue as to what the plot might be. 

P: Are you what George R. R. Martin would call an “architect” or a “gardener”? (How much do you plan in advance, versus letting the story unfold as you go?)

Oh I am 100% the type of writer to let the story unfold as I go. I have outlined two, maybe three of my fics? And then I didn’t even follow through with them because I had more ideas come to me as I was writing. 

Q: How do you feel about collaborations?

I would literally LOVE to collab with someone!

R: Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?

There are a ton, and I am so sorry if I missed any! @imagining-in-the-margins @randomfandomimagine @reidetic @lexieshuntingsstuff @writing-in-april @reidgraygubler @zhuzhubii @dreatine @andiebeaword @dontkissthewriter @spencers-dria @sunlight-moonrise @personofsinterest @ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff @reidlusts @itslatinamagia

S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?

Oh boy! 😅 There was only one bed, mutual pining, manic pixie dream girl, kissed to keep quiet, just to name a few!

T: Any fandom tropes you can’t stand?

Not that I can think of! 

U: Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

But I have way more than three :’( @imagining-in-the-margins is definitely the first one off the top of my head. Last year I was in a really bad spot, and she invited me to her Discord, and it helped me get back into writing. Plus I made some life long friends in the server. @writing-in-april I love her sm because she is always around when I need her, and it’s nice to have a friend that thinks fairly similarly to me. @lexieshuntingsstuff and @reidgraygubler go hand in hand! They are the best sprinting buddies a girl could ask for. 

V: If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

Ooh this is a tough one. I can’t think of any off the top of my head! Lame answer, I know 😅

W: Do you like more general prompts, or more specific ones?

Definitely more specific ones lol. It makes it a lot easier on me. 

X: A character you enjoy making suffer.

Reader >:))

Y: A character you want to protect.

SPENCER REID AND JASKIER OKAY THEY DESERVE THE WORLD

Z: Major character death–do you ever write/read it? Is there a character whose death you can’t tolerate?

Again- Spencer and Jaskier. I will not TOLERATE THEIR ERASURE !! 

[jungcity]

from saint. | love, eternal.

7:08 AM. 20** 

What should I call you? But hi, diary. I am Saint. Saint Jung. Son of Jung Jaehyun and Y/N Jung. Today, I am seven years old. I asked Daddy Taeyong to buy me a really, really, really old diary. I don’t know where he found you, but I am glad to write on you. 

Mom is busy, so is Dad. They said seventh birthday is important and must be grandiose (I hope I spelled that right). But to be honest, I want it to be as simple as possible. Since I am not really comfortable with parties. Dad insists I should wear suit (it’s itchy), but Mom only laughed at him and told me I should wear something casual.

Mom has been cooking all night long for my birthday. Dad said we could order food in a restaurant, or we could contact a famous chef from Seoul to cook my birthday dishes. I don’t know if this is my birthday or my parents’. I hope that doesn’t sound disrespectful. 

Yesterday, my zipper’s bag snapped open because of its content. Gladly, I am already inside the limo when it happened. My classmates had thrown me an advanced birthday party at school. Judy, Heidi, Gale, and Anika gave me tons of chocolates. I hope I could eat it all but I have to share some for my family. Mom wouldn’t be pleased if I ever get toothache. 

That’s it for today, diary. 

P.S.: I heard Mom and Dad talking about my angel blood last night. I didn’t understand one bit of their conversation. But I hope I will, someday. 

—

8:26 PM, 20** 

Hi, diary. This is Saint Jung once again. We have written letters for our moms today. Miss Rona was pleased to read mine. She said the letter does not look like it came from a seven year old. Oh, I know, you’d like to read one of the excerpts of my letter right? 

Well, here it is: Mom, thank you for shining like a star in our lives. You are the light in the darkness. I love you. And Dad. 

That’s it. Was it too cheesy? I have to give the letter to Mom. I hope she does not cringe. 

—

3:11 PM, 20** 

This is Saint Jung. I already gave the letters to my Mom. She cried. So hard. I was afraid Dad would scold me when he returned from work. But he only sat with me on the veranda.

It’s odd. Because I was wearing my pajamas and Dad was wearing his suit. Someday, I’d like to be just like him.

He wasn’t mad. In fact, he was glad. And we’ve exchanged stories until I fell asleep. 

“Mom cried,” Saint said, lips quivering. Jaehyun’s heart thudded because of his son’s face. He couldn’t believe this bundle of happiness is his own flesh and blood. 

“Because she was so happy to read your letter,” He patted Saint on his head. 

“Really?” the little boy asked, wiping his eyes off tears. Whenever he looked at his son, it was always like seeing the little version of him.

“Come here, bud.” He smiled. Saint sniffed before sitting on his lap, still wiping his eyes. 

“Did I hurt Mom?” 

Jaehyun let out a chuckle, “Of course, not. You made her so happy today. I am so proud of you, Saint.” 

Then he kissed the little boy on the cheek. Saint giggled, flashing Jaehyun his two deep dimples. 

“Will you write Daddy a letter, too?” He asked, hugging his son tighter. 

“Of course, Daddy.” 

The both of them held each other under the stars. With his arms draped around Saint, and the little hands of his son hugging his torso. They stayed like that for an hour. Exchanging little stories about Jaehyun’s work and Saint’s school. 

“One day, I hope you’ll be happy as I am, Saint.” No response. Then Jaehyun heard soft snores from the little boy. He chuckled. Then he carried his son to his bed, tucked him in, and kissed his forehead. 

—

 9:14 PM. 20** 

Summer vacation has started. And we are here in Greece. All of us. Including my other daddies and Mama Yuqi, and Mama Chaelin. Mama Yuqi brought Zion with him. 

Zion, he is my cousin. Mama Yuqi and Daddy Lucas’ son. He told me we should go explore Greece on our own. That boy. If I inherited my Dad’s silent demeanor, Zion inherited Daddy Lucas’ extroverted side. No wonder Mama Yuqi’s always on edge with him. 

But of course, I said no to his offer. You might call me a bore. And I might be a bore. I just do not want to worry Mom. Dad would never like that. Mama Yuqi said Dad is the human embodiment of petrifying when he’s angry. 

 — 

 8:56 PM. 20** 

Dad and Mom fought. Over apples. I don’t know if I should laugh, or cry. It’s their first time fighting. And it’s… because of an apple that wasn’t precisely cut. 

I stumbled upon Mom and Dad hissing at the kitchen. 

“You’ve been doing this for so long, chérie.” Dad said, frustration was clear in his voice. 

“Why are you so sensitive today?” Mom asked. 

Dad sighed of frustration, “Because—” 

“Mom? Dad? Are you fighting?” 

It was obvious that they were. But Mom quickly hugged Dad and pretended to wipe his mouth. “You are so like a child when you eat!” She pinched Dad on his cheek, and I know that hurts. 

“We’re not, baby.” Dad said through his dimpled smile. 

I shrugged and walked straight to the refrigerator and grabbed some milk. “Dad, what is ‘fuck’?”

By my words, Mom gasps. Dad choked on his apple.

“Where did you learn that word?” Mom asked, kneeling in front of me. 

“Zion said it’s a magic word,” I told her, cupping the box of milk with my little hands. 

Mom turned to Dad, “Call Lucas.” She said. Then she looked at me, “That’s a bad word, honey.” 

I blinked, “Is it Mom? But Zion said it is a holy word. Because fuck creates babies.” 

“Call. Lucas. Now!” Mom repeated, there was a warning in her voice that made Dad dashed for the telephone. 

After that, Zion didn’t talk to me for weeks. Because according to him, I ‘betrayed’ our friendship. But then came his birthday, and my gift, he could not possibly say no to that. And he ended up forgiving me. 

 —

 1:37 AM, 20** 

Hi, this is Saint Jung. You’re probably wondering why I wrote this in such late time. I am now eighteen. Eighteen means parties, girls, and trouble. I just came back from one of Zion’s party. Uncle Lucas, (it’s odd to call him Daddy) and Mama Yuqi had gone to another country to celebrate their anniversary. Leaving their house to Zion’s hands. 

Zion. Alone. Mansion. What did I expect?

It was a mess. There was trouble. Zion made out with different girls tonight. 

But I didn’t. No. I did. I did make out with one girl from my class. Her name’s Veina. (Mom will prolly scold me for this)

We made out. And I think… this is so odd. I shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t be writing this on here.

But her lips, damn, it was like velvet cake against mine. She smelled like lavender with a mix of strawberry. I could not name her scent exactly. She was unique. 

 — 

 3:42 AM, 20** 

I got into a car accident. Right. The good boy Saint in an accident? A nightmare. 

Mom was angry. Dad was furious. 

I feel like shit when Mom cried at the hospital, I hate seeing her cry. And I hate myself to be the one causing her tears. All of my uncles has paid me a visit, with a lot of scolding and pinching ears. Uncle Doyoung was beyond furious, even furious than Dad. With what happened, he postponed giving me a Ferrari. Right. He promised me that car, months ago. But Saint has been a bad boy. 

Zion was laughing and rolling on the floor when he visited me. The only thing that stopped him was the shout of Mama Yuqi. 

And yes. I’d hate to say this, since I don’t want to sound so self-centered and narcissistic, but yeah, a lot of girls had been on the hospital to visit me. Of course, rudeness isn’t in my vocabulary. And I’d feel an absolute jerk if I didn’t show kindness to the girls. Mom is a girl. A woman. Call me old-school, but I believe that when you hurt a girl, it would be like hurting your own mom. 

After all the commotion, Dad sat beside me. While Mom sleeps on the sofa. He sat beside me and I swear, my breath hitched when I saw tears in his eyes. Dad never cried. Or so I thought. 

“Be careful next time,” was his words, before leaning in to me and kissing my forehead. 

I know. Don’t judge me diary. I know it’s cheesy, and unmanly-like. But that’s my Dad. He’s loved every fiber of my being ever since I was born. 

 — 

 11:23 PM, 20** 

I got into a fight. And we had to move houses because of the trouble I’d been into. Worrying Mom is on the very least of my priority. But I guess I’ve been born to worry her. 

Some dickbag in school called Dad an alien. I have to be honest, Mom looked like she’s near her forties. Yet Dad looked like a twenty-three year old man. It doesn’t make sense to me, either. But hearing my Dad being called an alien has sparked an anger inside me I didn’t know existed. 

So I threw the punch. And I hit him until he’s a bloody mess on the school hallway’s floor. Bad temper, I must admit. 

And now we are here. Far from the city. In the middle of the forest. Near Uncle Doyoung’s mansion. Right.

Yes, Zion laughed at me until his chest hurts that he needed a nebulizer to help him breathe again. 

 — 

 4:09 AM. 20**

This is Saint Jung. Twenty-one at long last. I want you to know, diary, that I am writing this entry with bloodshot eyes and alcohol drowning my lungs.

It’s my first time to drink like this. 

But what would you do if your mother and father told you that you’re half-mortal, half-angel? And that you would live a long life. Without a mother. And that your mother would be reincarnated someday? But the take is that she won’t be able to remember you. 

It’s fucked up. It’s beyond me. 

But now I understand. I understand why I seem to have this divinity inside me. Why I could run faster than Zion even in his wolf form. Damn, I should’ve known that something is up with me too, when Zion admitted that he is half-wolf, half-human to me.

I should’ve asked Dad when I felt my system convulsing with power. Of strength. Of something I did not understand then. 

Dad. Wait, diary, I have to process this one. Give me a minute to breathe.

Dad is Lucifer. Right. The banished angel from heaven. The morningstar. The Prince of hell. He is a f u c k i n g angel. And I am a f u c k i n g nephilim. I would’ve ended up not believing it, if only Dad didn’t show his wings. Fuck. Sorry for the curses Mom. I had to.

I couldn’t process this in one night. But I need to. So Mom would never cry in front of my door again. Begging me to open it. 

 — 

 2:29 AM. 20** 

Mom and I, we’ve talked. She showed me a picture of a girl with black hair and blue eyes and told me she was Aurora. Mom said it was her one hundred years ago.

Why am I only knowing all about this now? I don’t have any idea. But I am glad they deemed me worthy for this mind-boggling information. 

Aurora was Mom’s face one hundred years ago. Aurora’s reincarnation was Mom today. 

Mom said she would die one day. Her face would disappear from this world, but her soul will not. She said, with tears in her eyes, that I should wait for her to be back. I should wait for her be reincarnated again. 

She’s my mother. She’s my everything. She’s the only flower in my garden. And Dad. Of course, I will wait for her even it takes her a thousand years to be back.

It hurts. I know that sounds weak. But it hurts. I am hurt. I don’t want to wake up one day without her. I think I’d rather die than be parted away from her. 

“Saint,” Dad called out from behind my door. I stood up and laid the controller on the bed. 

“A minute?” He asked. I nodded and guided him towards the veranda. It was frightening, to see Dad. He was so like me I always thought I’m looking at the mirror every time I stand face to face with him. He could pass as my doppelgänger. No joke. 

“How are you, Saint?” He looked at the horizon of gleaming lights far away from us. 

I propped my arms on the railings before answering, “Wrecked.” There’s no point in lying. Dad could smell a shit from miles away. 

“I was like that when I knew about your mother’s real identity,” He smiled a bitter one at me. “Pushed her away. Like a douchebag in a cliché novel, said your Mama Chaelin.” Then he shook his head while sighing, “But where did all those pushing led me? Back to her.” 

“That’s romantic, Dad. But forgive me if I am too hurt to comprehend.” I admitted. 

Dad put his arms around my shoulder, pulling me closer to him. “We have to be strong for your Mom,”

Surprisingly, a hot feeling around my eyes blurred my vision. It took me a while to realized that I was crying. “I can’t lose Mom, Dad. I can’t.” was what I said between sobs.

Dad held me tighter and closer while I sob that night. 

Losing Mom would be my downfall. It is the bane of my existence. I would simply shut down once it happens. 

 — 

 That was Saint’s last entry. He never continued his diary ever again after knowing the truth.

[myhauntedsalem]

10 Terrifying True Ouija Board Stories

1. Ask Zander

Oh Lord. I was about twelve when a friend and I were playing Ask Zandar (a board game with an electronic wizard that makes sounds and talks) when the batteries died. I tried to find replacements but with no luck.

So my amazing friend says “hey that Ouija board could be fun! Let us play and become possessed by demonic entities for all time”…or something along those lines.

We’re going along and asking questions, pushing the little eye around and having a grand old time. Until I say “if something is there, prove yourself”. THE MOTHERFUCKING NO BATTERY ASK ZANDAR WIZARD SAYS “Dun dun dun, you win!”. I flipped that board, tossed it in the trash, and absolutely refuse to have one in my house again.

2. Obviously Possessed

We were goofing off in a neighbor’s house playing with the Ouija board, and we asked a “demon” to talk to us (shut up, I know.) Five minutes into our “conversation”, the girl next to me vomited then fell off her stool and bashed her head on the counter. We called her mom and she took her to the doctor. She came to school the next day (with a huge knot and bruise on her head) and said the doctor said he didn’t know what caused it but she was fine, although she said she still felt a little funny. It was most likely unrelated, but I haven’t touched a Ouija board since, nor have I hung out with that girl since she is obviously possessed by a demon.

3. Night Time Visitor

The night we played, something came through and was calling me horrible names – I thought it was my friend doing it so I made my younger brother try it with me and it was most def not her, my brother was 7 and didn’t know about those words or how to spell them. I asked it to do something to prove it was real and nothing happened… fast forward to next morning, we were all sitting in the family room, watching TV when our fireplace (which we were not using), literally exploded into flames. We were all freaked out and swore we’d never use the Ouija again but, it didn’t matter, the door was opened.

After that, I had many episodes of sleep paralysis, things in my room would move on their own, something would come in my room and sit on my bed while I slept, I could feel it and see the depression in the bed.

4. The Gun Shot

Yeah. Went to this house that burned down with a whole family inside with 2 of my friends at 1 am. It was a still night, no wind or anything. We were in my truck doing the Ouija and it started to get mean, so we stopped, then it sounded like someone shot a large gun outside the truck window, and it felt like a huge gust of wind blew over us because the truck rocked, and then we all started freaking out. I tried to start the truck, and it wouldn’t go.

Then, we did it again at a friend’s house, one of the 2 people there with me the first time, and we were in the basement. Shit started getting weird again so we went to turn the lights on, and they wouldn’t turn on, and the basement door locked. None of us ever did it again.

I don’t even believe in that kind of stuff, but it was really creepy.

5. KILL!

I’ll never forget. I was 13 and my three friends and I wanted to try the Ouija board. It was the middle of the day, so we went into my friend’s walk-in closet where it was dark and we brought flashlights. We were just playing around. Eventually this “spirit” named Michael came on and we starting talking to it. Of course each of us starts joking that someone is making it move. But the more we started talking to Michael, the more it was apparent that none of us were pushing the navigator around. It was really creepy, but fascinating, too. One of my friends asked the spirit where it was in the present moment. It started to spell C-L-O-S when one friend hit the navigator off the board, started freaking out and screamed, “Closet! He was spelling closet!!” We were spooked, but in a fun way. The friend who freaked out wanted to stop, but we insisted that we keep on talking to Michael as we at least had to say goodbye and close out the session. We got the navigator back on the board and said we were sorry for interrupting him. He was not happy. He said to not do it again. Then for some stupid reason I asked Michael what was he going to do in the closet with us. It started to spell K-I-L and then the same friend threw the navigator off the board again and started screaming, “KILL! He’s going to kill us!!” and ran out of the closet. We all got really freaked out and ran out too. We didn’t close out the session so there was an argument between those of us who felt we needed to go back in and say goodbye so Michael would be sent away, and those of us who refused to ever touch the Ouija board again. We ended up not going back in and I had nightmares about Michael following me around and wanting me dead.

6. Look In The Shower

In seventh grade, my friends and I went over to “Mary’s” house intent on playing with her mom’s Ouija board that night. None of us had played with one before. Mary’s mom was an extremely spiritual person who believed in energies, witchcraft, stuff like that. Before we used the board, Mary warned us that her mom would be really pissed if she found out that we were playing with it because Ouija boards can attract bad spirits into the home. With full knowledge of this, we decided to proceed anyway. This Ouija board was not like the average Ouija board you had ever seen. Along with the usual characteristics (the alphabet, “yes”, “no”, “goodbye”), there was an entire array of symbols and signs that were all arranged in a circle. This was some seriously intricate stuff.

We started just goofing around and “communicating” with random spirits here and there until we finally met one that had us in tears the entire sleepless night. First, we asked the spirit if it was a man or a woman, to which he replied “M-A-N”. Then we asked how he was killed: “M-U-R-D-E-R”. That freaked us out only a little bit but we were mostly excited. All of a sudden, before we even asked another question, the glass goes to the eyeball symbol, then spells out “I-N”, and goes to the water symbol. We didn’t have a clue what that meant. It wasn’t too scary until the spirit spelled out “S-H-O-W-E-R” and my best friend realized that the spirit was trying to get us to look into the shower.

We froze.

I’ve never been so scared in my entire life, especially sitting directly in front of the bathroom with the shower curtain all the way closed, faced in my direction. We all screamed and promised on our friendships that we had not moved it ourselves (very important promise). I felt like I was being watched and my friends thought so too. It was only 4 of us and I believe with all my heart that none of them had moved it because we were all too nervous to do anything.

I’ll never use a Ouija board again because of how crazy and intense that night was. I understand that people say Ouija boards are controlled by your subconscious but f**k that. I know I felt something in that room with us. I know it was dangerous.

7. Get The Boy!

My friend had mentioned that she had one, so I asked her to pull the board out so I could check it out. At first she said no, but then agreed to do it as long as she didn’t have to participate. After she had the board set up I asked “Is there anyone in here”…. Nothing. So, being a dumb teenager I said “If anything is in here and not talking, you’re a coward”. The board was put away after that.

Fast forward about a week later and have me sleeping upstairs on my couch. I wake up on a stereotypical “Stormy Night”. Thunder and lightning, wind and rain..the works. I look around to see why I woke up and couldn’t see a thing, and decide to try and fall back asleep. After laying there for about 30s I hear from downstairs “Get the boy” in a very raspy, wispy voice. I open my eyes and listen… Nothing. Start to go back to sleep…”GET THE BOY”, it was MUCH louder this time. Then my downstairs door SLAMS shut. I freak the F*ck out because nobody slept down there and we had no drafts.

Nothing really happened after that… I learned my lesson.

8. Are You For Real?

A lady I worked with brought one in to play around with one day. We messed with it and didn’t really think it was doing anything weird or moving on its own. So my coworker goes to lunch and leaves me all alone at the store. I didn’t have any customers so I went to the back where the board was. I put just my index finger on it very lightly and said, “are you for real?” That thing moved straight up to yes on its own! I ran out of the back room freaking out. Never touched one since.

9. Answers

A few friends and I mucked around with ouija boards a lot as teenagers. It had always been harmless fun. One night we were “speaking” with a young boy called Niall who had told us he had been murdered by his father. We “spoke” with him for a while and then got bored of the conversation, “left”, and eventually tried again. We started to speak with someone we assumed was an elderly lady, when actually it turned out it was Niall again. Someone must have asked “what do you want?” because the ouija pointer spelt out “Satisfy my requests” and then continuously spelt “answers” over and over again until we freaked out and just abandoned everything: the board, the house, the street.

I have never touched a Ouija board since. Early last year, a few of us got together again (having all gone our separate ways since high school) and we brought that night up – and everyone swore again that they hadn’t moved anything on purpose that night. Of course, someone could still be lying, or we could have inadvertently been moving the pointer without realizing, but just remembering the force of the pointer moving so rapidly – and what it spelt out – freaked me out enough not to want to mess with it again… just in case.

10. The Eagle

One of my best experiences involved talking with a spirit of air, which happened back when I believed only in the mental aspect of magic, and thought that the ‘spirits’ I was talking to were were just parts of my psyche. To test this I asked the spirit to show some kind of sign of its existence, which I did not expect to manifest. When I asked this a huge eagle (birds being part of an air spirit’s domain) landed right outside my window, stared at me, like, really stared into my eyes, looked down at the board and flew away. Maybe it was coincidence, but I closed down the communication, did a Rose Cross Banishing ritual and noped the fuck away from magic for a while. Good Times.

[papermoonloveslucy]

IT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT: LUCY & THE BOMPS!

by Earl Wilson, August 19, 1950

Lucille Ball wanted to keep Desi home and off the road so she petitioned for him to play her husband on radio’s “My Favorite Husband”.  The network balked and Richard Denning got the role instead. When it came time to transfer the show to television, Lucy made the same demand. Now a radio star in her own right, she was able to convince the network - nervous about America believing an ‘All-American girl’ like Lucy would be married to a Latin bandleader - to give them a chance to prove it!  The Arnazs’ built a comedy and musical act and took it on the road. When the show got to the Roxy in New York City, syndicated columnist Earl Wilson tagged along and wrote the following feature, which appeared on August 19, 1950.  Coincidentally, the Roxy was also the theatre where Desi Arnaz was performing when he wed Lucille Ball in 1940. 

[NOTE: Although the text of Wilson’s article is repeated below verbatim, the photos and footnotes were added for editorial consideration.]

Lucille Ball has been one of our most appreciated movie actresses for quite a while, but it was seeing her do a bump on the stage that made me really come to realize how talented she is.

It was after she’d done her clever act with husband Desi Arnaz at the Roxy that I talked to the flamin’ redhead about it.

“Wasn't that a bump?” I asked her, as we got into a cab and pulled away from the stagedoor. I wanted to be sure, because some snooty actresses wouldn’t want it thought that they ever did a bump.“That was a married woman’s refined version of a bump.”

Lucille was sitting back in the cab, exhausted from several shows that day, and clamoring to be taken somewhere to see a show. She said she had been entertaining all day and now she wanted to be entertained for a change.

“Did you say refined?” Desi looked across the cab at her. I was between them. “Any harder you do it and you will knock my hot off,” he said in his charming accent. (1)

At Desi’s urging, she told me a story showing that doing the bump is for her not new. It seems that once she made a picture for Eric Palmer called Dance, Girl, Dance. (2)

“He was telling me, ‘Those bomps. Don’t do those bomps bad or the sansors will keep the picture.’

“So I was doing a very tame dance, not bumping at all. I had on a 27-pound dress, silver lame, with bugle beads, and it rolled from side to side when I shook.

“Durin’ a scene, Palmer jumped up and said, ‘Oh, oh, that was a bomp. I told you no bomps.’

“I went up to him and I said, ‘Mr. Palmer, that was not a bomp. THIS is a bomp.’  “And I bumped and I wrapped those 27 pounds of beads right around his neck!”

It’s a pleasure to talk to two such honest, earthy people after listening to some others who are always posing. A lot of people are astonished that they are celebrating their 10th wedding anniversary because, as Desi points out, “Everyone said it wouldn’t last a month.” “And WE didn’t think it would last a week,” Lucille said. (3)

Being romantically inclined, I asked for the details which most everybody must have forgotten by now but the participants themselves.

“Where did you get married?” I asked Desi.

“The Byram River Beagle Club, at Greenwich, Conn.,” Lucille said. (4)

“Thank you, I can never say that,” said her Cuban husband.

“Yes, you can. Try it,” Lucille said.

“The By-ram River Bee-gul Club,” Desi said dutifully and slowly.

“Faster!” commanded Lucille. (5)

“The Byver Regal Civer Club,” responded Desi.

“Oh, my,” said Lucille, “We were married by Judge John J. O’Brien. He’s the one who married Tommy Manville so many times.” (6)

Although Desi missed a show at the Roxy, where he was then appearing, to get married, he remembers, just as vividly, how on his wedding night he woke up the bride about 5 A.M. and demanded that she get him a glass of water. The funny thing is that she did.

“About 9 o’clock she woke me up,” Desi recalls, “and she said ‘Listen, you—, the next time you want a glass of water you get it yourself!’” (7)

Desi explains that he’s never made such a request since.

Desi and Lucille have formed their own company which they call Desilu Productions, this being a combination, of course of their two first names. “First time I ever got top billing,” Desi says.

They plan to do concerts, radio, television and movies together. Lucille comes from Butte, Mont., and, as everybody knows, has red hair. (8)

Lucille made up a description of herself around which a movie will be made. The title which describes her so accurately is "Blazing Beulah From Butte," and we figure it ought to get the money. (9)

Never underestimate that Desi.

When they were getting married it appeared that she might not be able to because of a commitment to Harold Lloyd.

Desi called Lloyd from New York and defiantly announced to him that Lucille couldn’t be available that week, as he was marrying her. “Y-yes, D-desi, c-can she be back next k-weeek?” stammered Lloyd, who never does. (10)

Desi is pretty masterful; when he speaks, to Lucille he is her master’s voice.

FOOTNOTES

(1) The ‘bomps’ discussed are undoubtedly from the “Cuban Pete / Sally Sweet” number, where Lucy gyrates her hips while singing “Chick-Chicky-Boom Chick-Chicky-Boom.” The routine was repeated (with ‘bomps’ included) on “I Love Lucy” in “The Diet” (ILL S1;E3) in October 1951. 

(2) The article consistently mis-spells Erich Pommer as ‘Eric Palmer.’  Pommer was the producer of Lucille Ball’s 1940 film Dance, Girl, Dance at RKO. 

(3) Lucy and Desi’s marriage lasted twenty years, from 1940 to 1960, although Lucille divorced Desi in the mid-1940s, Lucy never signed the paperwork. After their second divorce was final, Lucy revealed that Desi was unfaithful and a drinker, and that they were no longer compatible. Lucy charged “mental cruelty” and told the court of Desi’s temper tantrums. Some years later, she described the reason for the split as “the same old booze and broads.” Both Ball and Arnaz remarried, although they stayed friends and later admitted that they had always loved one another. 

(4) Lucy and Desi married in Connecticut due to its shorter waiting period on licenses and blood tests. The Byram River Beagle Club in Greenwich was originally a Hunt and Kennel Club that became a speakeasy during Prohibition and after that a supper club. It was a favorite hangout of baseball great Babe Ruth. A single-family home now stands on the property.  In April 1952, “I Love Lucy” aired an episode called “The Marriage License” (ILL S1;E26) that was largely set in Greenwich and mentioned The Byram River Beagle Club, although no scenes were set there because Lucy purposely left Ricky’s wallet at home and they ran out of gas! 

(5) In “The Marriage License” Ricky also had trouble pronouncing the name. On “I Love Lucy” making fun of Ricky’s English was a usual source of comedy - mostly by Lucy - just as it appears to be here - in 1950.  

(6) Thomas Franklyn Manville, Jr., known as Tommy Manville (1894-1967), was a Manhattan socialite and heir to the Johns-Manville asbestos fortune. He was a celebrity in the mid-20th Century due to both his inherited wealth and his record-breaking 13 marriages to 11 women, which won him an entry in the Guinness Book of World Records. At the time of this interview, however, Manville was only on his 6th wife!  The termination of his marriages usually resulted in gossip, widespread publicity, and huge cash settlements. At the time of his death it was estimated that Manville spent more than $1.25 million on divorce settlements.

(7) This exchange (with slight variation) was later worked into “I Love Lucy”! 

(8) At the start of her career - and apparently well into 1950 - Lucille Ball purported to have been born in Butte, Montana, despite her actual birthplace being Jamestown, in upstate New York.  Ball (who then went by the name Diane Belmont) thought it sounded more interesting and exotic.  

(9) Despite the alliterative title, "Blazing Beulah from Butte” was never made, perhaps because shortly afterwards Ball admitted her true birthplace. “Blazing Beulah from Jamestown” doesn’t have quite the same ring. It’s also likely that this was a clever bon mot on Desi’s part to create a more colorful interview. 

(10) Comic actor and director Harold Lloyd had put Lucille under contract for his film A Girl, A Guy, and A Gob, to be filmed in 1940. There was some speculation that marrying Arnaz would interfere with the shooting schedule. 

TRIVIA

While Lucy and Desi were at the Roxy, the theatre was also showing Night and the City, which had premiered there on June 5, 1950. At this time it was common for a larger entertainment venues like the Roxy to present both a stage show and a first run film. Night and the City starred Richard Widmark, who Lucy and Desi later convinced to guest-star on “I Love Lucy” in “The Tour” (ILL S4;E30) in May 1955. 

In “Return Home From Europe” (ILL S5;E26), Ricky gets a long-distance telephone call from the manager of the Roxy, Mr. Rothafel, offering him a job, if he can get back to New York immediately. In reality, Rothafel was the name of the founder of the Roxy, Mr. Samuel ‘Roxy’ Rothafel. Rothafel died in early 1936, however, so this was probably Desi’s way of honoring him. 

Earl Wilson was mentioned on “I Love Lucy” in “The Fox Hunt” (ILL  S5;E16). While trying to wangle an invitation to Sir Clive’s country manor, Lucy makes up a story about the Mertzes meeting an Earl in the hotel lobby. When Sir Clive rattles off the names of some Earls to jog her memory, she fibs that he was just promoted from Assistant Earl, the Earl of Wilson, who canceled because he’s got the gout! Lucy’s imaginary Earl is actually a reference to Earl Wilson (1907-87), a journalist and television panelist of the time. His nationally syndicated column frequently mentioned Lucy and Desi. 

In 1974, Lucy strikes a pose for Wilson during her promotional tour for Mame.

[kitsune-kirei]

I remember saying that I rarely post about discourse on my blog because I want my blog to be a happy and drama free place as much as possible. Today is an exception. 

I’m so upset over the clothes discourse, I was close to crying multiple times today. How could a game company I love and trusted be so careless about my culture? So careless about an entire region of players and a traumatic time in history for us? 

How can western players just shrug this off? Be upset over ‘aww the clothes were cute though :(’, or, ‘well the clothes were used in Japan first’. You guys commenting stuff like this have NO IDEA what these clothes represent to Koreans.  

I’m going to tell you a story my grandpa used to tell me when I was younger, to put this in perspective, and why its such a big fucking deal. 

My grandpa told me many, many things about the Japanese occupation on Korea, things like how Japan FORCED Korea to change its name from ‘Corea’ to ‘Korea’, because C was a higher letter in the english alphabet than J, and how Japan basically stole cherry blossoms from Korea. I know these sound crazy, and not a lot of information is on these two topics, especially from Korea’s point of view... But my grandpa always swore this was the case. I even used to have a bandana from Korea from a world cup, with Korean spelled ‘Corea’, since my mom explained to me that if a Korean really wants to show their pride in their nation, they’ll use the C instead of the K. 

These stories are nowhere near as horrific as the one he would tell me about being a Korean student during the occupation. 

My Grandpa would tell me how LUCKY I was to be a student in America, because I was free to do what I wanted, and wear what I wanted. When I asked him to elaborate, he told me one of the most horrific stories I’ve ever heard. 

He told me that in Korea during Japan’s occupation, they would force the students to wear Japanese uniforms (the same exact clothes surrounding the discourse happening in the FFXIV community right now). They could ONLY speak Japanese, use their Japanese names, and wear the uniforms they provided. If you rebelled, or refused to wear the uniform, you were shot in front of your entire class to be made an example of, so other students wouldn't follow along.

I’ll reiterate.  

IF YOU DIDN’T WEAR THESE UNIFORMS AS A STUDENT IN KOREA DURING THE OCCUPATION, YOU WERE MURDERED IN FRONT OF YOUR ENTIRE SCHOOL. 

My grandpa told me that he lost many friends this way. And he told me that it was even worse where he lived, because he lived in a farming area where the population wasn’t as high, so they couldn’t do anything. He would always tell me that there was a Japanese soldier present in every single classroom to make sure no rebellion was happening. 

To make it all worse, Koreans have been protesting for the Japanese government to take ownership of all the horrible things they’ve done to us, but there has been NOTHING, they’re not allowing us to heal, to have closure for this horrific time. They think they can issue a ‘simple’ apology and sweep it under the rug, like these horrible things never happened. 

Like I said, if you don’t have ANY idea whats happening with the clothes discourse, don’t freaking comment. Don’t try to excuse this decision to bring these clothes in the game. If you have no idea why its such a big deal, don’t fucking comment. Educate yourselves, ask your Korean friends, anything OTHER than trying to excuse this. Because frankly its inexcusable. I’m angry, upset, and quite frankly appalled. And I have no idea what to do than voice my thoughts, and my families experiences on the matter. I hope this helps people understand WHY the Korean player base is so LIVID. 

[galaxyghost4081]

Witchwood

"Alright, Dorothy, calm down. Just because you’re lost and hurt in a random forest in the middle of the night doesn’t mean you’re going to die here… R-Right?”

Being a witch came with its fair share of positives and negatives. Alright, it honestly came with more negatives, and Dorothy knew about them all too well. Being a witch wasn't exactly seen as a good thing, and when she finds herself lost in a forest, she already expects danger to end her at any moment. It doesn't help when she's alone and hurt, leaving her at her most vulnerable to the ghostly shadows creeping in every corner. However, when she finds herself facing an offer from a mysterious being in the darkness, Dorothy's fate may prove to contain just a sliver of positivity after all. 

(Here are links to Witchwood on Weasyl, Twitter, and Reddit. Oh, here’s the AI Dungeon scene it’s based off of! I hope you like and enjoy the story! ^v^) 

~

A young witch wanders through a dark forest, lost and alone. She limps as she walks, clutching onto her arm as a small ball of light emanates from her free hand. The soft glow helped her sight ever so slightly, but it was not enough to sedate her fears. The canopy of the forest smothered the slivers of moonlight attempting to pass through. Sounds of the unknown, like creaks and chitters, were amplified in the near darkness. The only comfort the witch had was the weak radiance in her palm, but even that threatened to flicker out. With a shiver down her spine, she forced herself to continue onward toward the mysteries of the night. 

Alright, Dorothy, calm down. Just because you’re lost and hurt in a random forest in the middle of the night doesn’t mean you’re going to die here… R-Right? The witch felt herself stiffen up upon the thought’s entry. Her anxieties were taking hold, and she tried her hardest to push them aside as she traversed through the dark. N-No, I’m not going to die here. Nobody’s going to die here. I-I mean, an injured witch doesn’t always mean bad, right? Just because a lot of people want us dead doesn’t mean I’ll die too. Even if I do, I-I’ll be left to rot in this spooky forest that no one probably knows about, and if someone actually does find me, they’ll think, “Serves you right, you terrible, horrible, good-for-nothing-” 

Suddenly, a loud noise kicked Dorothy out of her train of thought and caused her to flinch. She stopped in her tracks, freezing herself to the spot. W-Who’s there? She dared not to move, instead frantically shifting her eyes in every direction to look at the limited area around her. C-Come on, Dorothy, it’s okay. N-Nothing’s out there to get yo- 

The sound appeared again, louder this time, and the witch instantly ducked for cover. She kneeled down to the ground, her ball of light barely a small flame within her defensive state. She cowered in fear, accepting her soon-to-be untimely demise until the screech took on another form. Instead of frightful, the cry morphed into a call, and ultimately, transformed into nothing more than a hoot. It was only then when Dorothy untensed herself. She got up, brightened her magical glow, and peered around the forest, spotting its source resting atop a tree branch. 

Oh, she realized, it’s just an owl. 

The bird turned its head to meet Dorothy’s gaze, letting out one last hoot once it did. It then looked away and flew into the darkness, never to be seen again. S-See? It was nothing but an owl. N-Nothing’s trying to get you in this creepy place… 

However, as she watched the owl disappear, something strange caught Dorothy’s eye. She saw but a mere glimpse of it, but the witch found herself shivering in distress once again. Something is out there, and it’s trying to get you. Her breathing quickened, her heartbeat pulsed in her chest, and she suppressed a gulp of fear as she slowly moved her gaze upward. Dorothy’s hand trembled, the faint glow in her palm quivering as it inched closer to the canopy. 

Please don’t hurt me… 

Once it finally reached the treetops, the witch was met with an alarming sight: A woman’s face was looking directly at her. The rest of her appearance was shadowed by the dark foliage, but her pair of eyes stared straight into Dorothy’s own. Eep! On instinct, the witch jumped in terror, staggering a few steps backward before tripping to the ground. The sudden fall caused her only source of light to disappear, leaving her in the bare moonlight. She winced in pain as she landed on her injuries, but being hurt would not matter to what she would become. As she shook more than ever, Dorothy quickly clutched herself together, her vain attempt to protect herself from whatever monster was before her. 

I lost. I’m hurt. I’m going to die. I don’t want to die… 

“P-Please don’t hurt m-me…” 

Those were the last words the witch whimpered before focusing on holding herself together. Every nerve in her body was engulfed by fear and fright. She could barely choke out her muted cries for help. All was overwhelming, and she stayed within her shield, not wanting to face her inescapable doom. 

However, Dorothy’s fate had other plans. While keeping herself safe the best she could, she nearly missed the sound of a gasp coming out of the woman’s mouth. 

“You’re a witch,” she said, “and a young one, at that.” 

The thought of heading straight into her demise tormented Dorothy, but one element about the voice caught her attention. W-Why does she care about me being a w-witch? She could kill me right here, right now, but… She’s not doing anything. 

Pondering about the confusing thought in her mind, she decided to give the woman a chance. She slowly unraveled her defenses, beginning with taking a small peek at the face above. From there, Dorothy’s intrigue only grew. A vivid ball of light rested in a hand sprouted from the leaves. It lit the scene brighter than her own magic ever could, and the details behind the woman’s face were now clear. Widened eyes stared at the fallen witch. Her expression appeared surprised and concerned, and it was if she took pity on the poor being below. 

At this moment, Dorothy was unsure what to do. I… I can’t trust this lady that easily. I’ve been through something like this in the past before. People like her put up ruses and facades to fool me, then end up beating me for who I am. She paused her thoughts to take in the woman’s face. She stayed in the canopy, waiting for Dorothy to make her move. I’ve… I’ve been through enough of this to know what happens next. It was only time until I became too vulnerable for my own good. 

“Y-Yeah,” she finally said, “I’m a witch. Just get it over with and k-kill me already." 

"Kill you? Oh, good heavens, no! I'd rather do the exact opposite!" 

What? The woman's exclamation caught Dorothy off guard. She failed to understand what she meant until a mysterious force began to flow through her. Dorothy looked up to see the light now hovering in the air. Instead of holding it, the woman's hand aimed its open palm toward the witch, a pale green glow emanating from it. All of a sudden, her wounds began to disappear. Her leg no longer felt pain, as did her arm. Blood and bone magically worked together to tend to what was hurt, and soon enough, Dorothy was as good as new. She arose from her position, feeling in disbelief when she was successfully able to get on her feet. 

My injuries are gone… 

"You… You healed me," Dorothy stated, moving her head up to look at the woman. She really healed me. 

"Of course." 

"Why?" 

"It pains me to see a witch in distress of any kind. That is why I would like to invite you to somewhere safe." 

The woman's hand extended from the foliage, now low enough for Dorothy to grab on to. As tempted as she was to accept her offer, she hesitated. This random lady is someone I met in a dark forest in the middle of the night… But she chose to heal me, a witch. "H-How do I know I can trust you?" 

"Do not worry, young one. I would not bring any harm to you." Then, with a simple wave of her hand, the woman cast another spell. Before she knew it, Dorothy found herself slowly levitating off the ground. She wobbled at first, using her arms to regain her balance, and looked at the woman. With a smile on her face, she then revealed her secret: 

"After all, I am a witch too." 

Another witch? This lady is a witch too? How is that possible? Despite the quantity of questions entering Dorothy's mind, she was not able to ask them. The woman's face and arm disappeared into the canopy, and Dorothy's body did the same. Heading straight up, she used her arms to block leaves and branches as she passed through them. It would not take long to exit the vegetation, and once she did, she opened her eyes to a magnificent sight. The forest stretched as far as the eye could see, seemingly infinite and endless. Up above, a vast sea of stars decorated the night sky, the moon glowing brightly as an additional touch. 

Wow… It's like an entirely different part of the world, Dorothy thought to herself. Everything's empty and away from dangers. There's nothing but peace up here… 

Enamored by the view, Dorothy's trance was broken when the sound of rustling caught her attention. She swiveled her head to be greeted with the same woman from before, this time with the rest of her true form. She was clad in a long, dark gray robe, with white trimmings to enhance her attire. One of her hands contained a radiant shine, while the other performed but a small wave. Both the woman and Dorothy were lowered atop the forest's crown, the two now magically standing above it. 

"I must apologize for my first impression," said the woman. "I was simply surprised to encounter a fellow witch. My name is Mother Glory. Tell me, what is yours, young one?" 

Mother Glory? My name? "Erm… D-Dorothy," she stammered with a hint of hesitance. "My name is Dorothy." 

"It is very nice to meet you, Dorothy. I would like to introduce you to Witchwood." Mother Glory sent a friendly smile her way, then gestured to the land beyond. "It is a place by witches, for witches, of witches." 

"Is that what you meant by being a witch yourself? How come I've never heard of Witchwood? What is it like?" 

Before Dorothy released all of her thoughts on her mind, Mother Glory silenced her with the raise of her palm. "I have the answers to all of your questions, young Dorothy. Witchwood is a secretive place, guarded by magic and known by only a few to ensure our safety. Surely you know of witch-hunts and their attempts to decimate our kind?" 

Witch-hunts… The moment the word appeared, the memory struck Dorothy. Screams, flames, and the urge to survive - She needed to shake her head to return to the present. "Y-Yes, I know what witch-hunts are… I was a victim of one." 

The mood suddenly became solemn, and a small moment would pass before Mother Glory spoke. "Dorothy, if recalling the memory does not disturb you too much… May you please explain what happened? I completely understand if you do not want to." 

I'd be sharing my story with someone I just met tonight, but… Mother Glory is a witch just like me. I've never met another witch on my travels before. Plus, she was kind enough to heal me from… I think I can start trusting her now. Heaving out a heavy sigh, Dorothy nodded to Mother Glory, her agreement to tell her tale. 

"I remember being with my family at the time," she began. "We were living peacefully at our house when they ambushed us. They set it on fire while they took my mother, my father, and my two siblings. I was the only one who managed to flee." Dorothy paused, taking a moment to allow the trauma to properly weigh atop her heart, then continued. "I remember the look of sheer horror on Mother's face as they came for us. She told me to run away as fast and as far as I could. I wanted to try and help.. but I couldn't. Ever since then, I've been taking care of myself as a loner. I've been through less… horrific incidents, but… The rest is history." 

Mother Glory looked at Dorothy with a gaze filled to the brim with care and concern. "Dorothy, I cannot thank you enough for revealing your story to me. A witch as young as you should not have deserved such a fate. It is truly terrible how people will treat our kind this way." 

"It is!" Dorothy emphasized. "They discriminate against us simply because we stray away from the norm! Just because witches use different types of magic doesn't mean we're demons who need to die! I really wish there was proper justice, but… There's nothing a witch like me can do anything about that…" 

Dorothy's heart sunk in her chest, but the moment she noticed Mother Glory's open arms, she knew what she was trying to say. She approached the woman and hugged her, the comfort almost overwhelming when the hug was returned. Thank you, Dorothy wanted to say. Thank you for being here for me when nobody else wanted to. 

"Dorothy, I promise you, a witch is always able to make a difference." Mother Glory's tone was as soft as cotton as she soothed her. "Although I will never experience what you have been through. my beginnings can relate with yours. I was an only child who had lost my parents when I was younger. I have persevered through so much, just like you have, and now I am the leader of Witchwood." 

"Really?" 

Mother Glory nodded. "I do not want my kind to suffer for who they are. That is why Witchwood is a safe haven where witches are able to feel protected. Our community is a sanctuary where many others accept you for who you are. There is no fear or backlash for being a witch. That is why I am wondering if you would like to join us, young Dorothy." 

"What?" Dorothy pulled away from the hug in surprise. "You want me to join Witchwood?" 

"Only if you wish to. I understand you have your own freedom, so if you decide not to join-" 

"N-No, no," Dorothy cut off. This… was the blessing I needed in my life. "I'd love to join Witchwood, Mother Glory. Thank you." With a grateful gaze and a smile full of gratitude, Dorothy hugged her once more with as much appreciation as she could muster. 

"No, Dorothy, thank you," Mother Glory said while hugging back, "Anything for a fellow witch.” 

[alchemist-shizun]

About that Carry On Prinxiety AU

For now I laid out a bit of the plot, if you want to share some ideas just hit me up~

This is going to be a LOT to take on my shoulders but I will try and probably fail BUT TRYING IS KEYWORD (i really do believe in myself don't I? Everything under the cut!)

Since they all have their peculiarities, I'm gonna say that yes Virgil might be the Baz and Roman could be the Simon of this story, but I think either would fit for different reasons so they just have the same energy and will keep their own characterization. (If I'm able to not go ooc on this one wish me luck)

If I'm creative enough I'll try making an American school that is located in Florida, so that the characters know nothing much about what's happening in Watford and I can still make references without chronological contradictions.

Thomas could probably be the head mage too. I'm imagining him being very interested in the Normal culture and dressing like a Normal adult instead of the head of a great magical school, his "obsession" (kind of like Arthur Weasley's, if you will) is not really well-liked by most of the mages (especially the Old Fams), some believe that the students should have a better example instead of a man that always seems on the verge of leaving the magic world behind. The students, on the other hand, love him very much thank you. (yes even the ones whose parents insult him)

Oh my god I just had an epiphany: imagine Thomas obviously being in love with Disney and maybe Roman is very close to him so like he's talking about Virgil and Thomas just STRAIGHT UP STARTS SINGING SMTH LIKE THE MUSES' PARTS IN WON'T SAY IM IN LOVE OR LIKE THAT LION KING ONE AAAAAAAA and Roman is like ssss t o p but in the end joins in because he's w e a k (same)

Anyway for the main bois what I was thinking was that, with the prophecies about the Chosen One being there for a long time and them not knowing about Simon or anything, (this is becoming like Skam, there are many Snowbaz in the world) they just so happen to find in Roman an extraordinary amount of magic

Everybody is convinced Roman might be the Greatest Mage, the info flies out into the magical world of America but they decide to not share the info with other states. Roman gets very excited about this and works hard and trains himself in preparation for the big moment where he was going to have his big fight.

Virgil is his roommate (oh my god they were roommates), and of course, they can't stand each other at all. Virgil is definitely fed up with this story about the Chosen One, which Roman brings out in any possible conversation, so he uses it against him to tease him. Just imagine Roman bragging about something and Virgil being like "yeah but for a Greatest Mage you still haven't done anything so Great", or like Roman is having trouble with a spell or a subject? "Aren't you the chosen one?", Virgil only brings it up to make him mad and loves his flustered face. (keyword "loves" *wink*)

As much as I'm hopelessly in love with the idea of Vamp!Virgil (which would fit if he had Baz's role), I just had an angsty idea so I'm saving it for later c:

Hey how about a half-elf Virgil??? Anyone? Sorry I love elves

As for the time they spend together, they do the same thing as Simon and Baz, they avoid each other, spend time out of their room if the other's in there, make up different routines so they don't have to share anything and only really stay in the same room if they have to sleep. (idk why i said "if" like they don't need sleep)

Let me remind you that the beds are very close.

One time Roman woke up in the middle of the night and screamed in fear upon seeing a figure on the window.

It was just Virgil and he almost fell out, he would have probably smacked his head if it wasn't for the roommates' anathema or whatever it is called in english.

Virgil said he just couldn't sleep but he will never admit it was because of a pretty violent nightmare.

Roman does really think that he doesn't sleep at all and just uses his magic to stay awake judging by the dark circles under his eyes.

idk about you but I like the idea of Logan being something similar to Penelope, so Logan is Roman's best friend, they had met in the first year and Logan seemed one of the only ones who didn't approach Roman only because of his fame about being the Chosen One. Logan is simply amazing and brilliant at all subjects and surprises everyone since he's said to come from a family with weak powers.

Roman finds in him a very valid studying companion and he has to admit a lot of his best spells come from practicing/learning them from Logan. Also Logan loves explaining the stuff he's learnt, while Roman has this insatiable will to know everything to be able to defeat whatever bad guy will present in front of him. They basically become inseparable, despite having some friendly fights that are always solved with a snack break.

They !! deeply !! care !! for !! each other !!

Out of the other characters idk if Patton would fit anybody entirely, but I'm going to keep the 3v3 groups, so Pat will most likely be hanging out with Roman and Logan, he's actually very good friends with Virgil (none can escape Patton's friendliness) and tries to reason with Roman when he's mad about something Virge might have said. He's probably the reason why he hasn't killed Virgil yet. Patton doesn't come from a big family and lives with his grandmother when he's out of school. (I still have to develop this)

Forget about Dev and Niall and get ready for Deceit and Remus. I don't wanna give a headcanon name to Deceit bc I don't have one so he's gonna be a mysterious boy and everyone will call him Dee since it's the nickname I use for him. Both of them are two chaotic messes in their own ways. Dee, despite still being composed most of the times, is VERY fixated on his society discourses and arguments, he could come up to you one day out of the blue being like "so about the plan to overthrow the government" and you probably never even heard of it in the first place

JUST GIVE ME PASSIONATE DECEIT

Remus, on the other hand, messes a LOT with spells and you can see him traveling to the weirdest places. One day he was found trying to make the water creatures do a circus bit for him. People don't know how he's able to make his way through tests, but it's actually because he loves bugging Dee since he doesn't give the slightest shit about the weird things he suggests and they often end up studying together.

(I had the wildest thought thinking about Remus as Trixie)

Virgil, Deceit and Remus are what people call the "Untouchable trio", only because they come from the highest and oldest of the Old Families. They had been friends ever since kids since their Families met quite often, they never really fell apart despite being very different from one another. They're actually pretty chill people, it is only their surnames that make some people wary of them. They're not generally approached by anyone.

Idk if I wanna bring Emile and Remy in this, but I am tempted™, I'll think about it

So, Roman, am I right? Forgot to say he comes from a pretty big fam of hunters, they're the types of people that are lovable but won't hesitate to kill a bitch if needed.

But Purp, where's our creativitwins content? Thing is, yes they're actually brothers, but they were separated ever since kids for reasons none really knows? They never talk about it, even if asked to. They were given to two different families. They're aware of each other, but none has ever seen them interact. (I might find some angsty backstory on this just you wait)

Up until here Roman has always believed himself to be destined to the greater good, he's the chosen one, his destiny is the one to be the protagonist of the magic world and its hero.

At least that's what he thought until the fifth year.

One day during the fifth year, Virgil was doing homework on his room's table when Roman bursts in, louder than usual, and throws himself face-first on the bed, uncaring about ruining his hair or his clothes. That was an unusual sight since he never came into the room before evening or even before dinner. Virgil immediately knew something was wrong, but he didn't realize how serious the thing was.

So of course, he teases him a bit trying to get some info from him but only makes the situation worse. When Virgil calls him Greatest Mage as a joke, that's when Roman finally snaps at him in a way that Virge would have never expected. Roman really is enraged, yells at him and throws his pillow across the room since he can't hit him. He storms out of the room when he feels tears forming in his eyes, but can't really hide his sobbing as he goes away.

Virgil is just standing there, aware that he had just made Roman cry for the first time in his life and hated the sight with his whole being.

Roman had just learnt that he wasn't, in fact, the Chosen One, nor the Greatest Mage. Just an ordinary mage, like anybody else, who, in his opinion, had no other destiny than to finish school, find a job and just ... live?

So he's destroyed, all those dreams revealed themselves to be castles built in the air.

School is ending and Roman is just a bit numb, he's not really failing his classes but he's not as bright as ever. He barely leaves his room and doesn't talk to his friends as often, who are very concerned. Even Virgil tries to talk to him at some point. Thomas visits him when he has time and tries to work through the issue with him, but for the rest of the fifth year, there's nothing much to do to cheer him up.

Things seem to go back to normal as years pass and he's not in the spotlight anymore, none really talks about the Greatest Mage anymore and mages just carry on with their studies as they've always done. Everything's fine and normal.

And Roman hates it. But he's working in the shadow, so none notices his discomfort.

It only happens when he reaches the eighth year. It's impossible for Virgil to not recognize that Roman is slipping away at night and only comes back after some hours, either with dirty clothes or things tangled in his hair, he always came back different from when he left, meaning he definitely was wandering off outside.

One night he really can't stop thinking about how worried he is that Roman might get in trouble by himself, while he could probably prevent that, so he decides to follow him. Apparently, Roman is trying to find some kind of important and scary adventure to prove to himself that he's not as useless as he thinks himself to be, but Virgil still doesn't know this.

Virgil doesn't know what to do about the situation and decides to talk to Patton about it, in the end, the two of them decide to make a plan to talk to Roman with Logan, too.

On the other hand, Roman had been seen hanging out with Deceit or Remus, or both at the same time, trying to pry out information from them about how to get to certain forbidden spots of the school if he ever needed to. Surprisingly they don't ask many questions.

Chaos ensues when one night everything goes horribly wrong.

SO YEAH these are a bunch of things that I got right off the bat, I still have to think about the entire plot but don't want to spoil anything, basically the story would begin on the eighth year, just like Carry On, when Roman starts sneaking out. There might be things I need to fix but still I repeat that this is just a draft or a bunch of ideas that I got together somehow.

Tags: @soul-of-a-vixen & @flowersheep who wanted to know more about it~ (I'll write it as soon as I can!!)

[izzy-b-hands]

D-E-A-...

An incredibly silly Queen fic, inspired by how there is a lovely bit of confusion and wonder over how to spell John’s nickname. I personally don’t ascribe to any one way being the Golden Way, because as far as I know he’s never said, and I imagine the little shit might just like it that way, and I both respect and enjoy that.

Bless John Deacon, the adorable little shit. 

“You don’t remember?” 

“John,” Brian sighed. “I’m writing up a sort of roster-” 

“We know who all will be with us-” 

“I like to be organized, and normally you do as well-” 

“But we know who is on tour with us! There aren’t that many of us,” John continued to protest, even as Brian impatiently tapped the pencil in his hand against the paper in his other. 

“Just. Tell. Me. How. To. Spell. Your. Nickname. Or I swear to God, I’ll write out your whole name on everything, middle name included.” 

“Christ, calm down,” John spat, and then. It hit him. This could be fun, if he did this carefully.

“D-E-A-C-Y.” 

“Thank you!” Brian muttered, stalking off to bother the next person nearby so they could be notated on the upcoming tour roster. “Was that so fucking hard?” 

“Not at all,” John smirked. 

His next opportunity didn’t come until the next day, in the form of Roger. 

“I’m helping label the cases. Apparently there’s a fear we’ll lose all our shit if we don’t start labeling it more; I don’t know about that, but I certainly don’t want to pay for it all if it should go missing, so-” Roger waggled the wheel of yellow packing tape in the air. “I was just gonna put Bass Stuff on yours, but Freddie said that was rather impersonal.” 

“What did you put on yours?” 

“Nothing special.” 

“God’s drumming gift to the world? Roger!” Freddie’s voice echoed down the hall. “Your name would be just fine on these!” 

“I wanted to be accurate!” Roger shouted back. “So, anyway. Full name, nickname, something nice about your musical abilities, what?” 

“Nickname should be fine.” 

Roger stuttered, his marker against the blank tape. “Erm.” 

“Seriously?” 

“Don’t be that way; I don’t mean anything bad by it. Just don’t want to spell it wrong is all.” 

John rolled his eyes till they felt they might roll straight out of his skull. “Fine. D-E-A-K-Y.” 

“Thanks! I’ll draw something pretty by it.” 

“Oh? What have you drawn on everyone else’s?” 

“Just cocks on Freddie and Brian’s crates so far,” Roger said nonchalantly.

“...so it’ll be cocks on mine then as well?” 

“You figured out my theme!” Roger crowed as he walked back down the hall to the equipment crates. 

His next opportunity was even longer away, a week later as they boarded the train to their first destination. 

“Oh, John,” Miami carefully caught his shoulder before he stepped on. “The train staff are being rather...picky. They want name cards up on the trays near your seats, in case any of you wander while they bring out the food.” 

John didn’t blink. “It’s a train.” 

Miami looked at the train he was standing on, as if he’d just noticed it. “So it appears to be.” 

“Where on earth would we wander on a train?” 

Miami shrugged. “Another car? With you lot, can I really say for sure?” 

As if on cue, Roger popped out of one of the car windows, so far out it looked he might just fall. “Hurry the fuck up! Get on before they leave you here!” 

“Get back in the train! Are you a dog hanging out the car window?” Miami scolded.

“Maybe I want to see what they like about it! Maybe we’re all missing out!” Roger called.

“Get in the bloody train!” 

“Ooh ‘get in the bloody train, bleugh. No fun,” Roger mocked, but slipped back inside the train with only a wince as his stomach hit the edge of the window. 

“Anyway,” Miami sighed. “So, what do you want on yours? First name, just the last name, can be whatever you want so long as you don’t change it fifty times in a minute.” 

“Dig at me!” Freddie leaned out of the doorway. “This is supposed to be fun, Miami. Loosen up.” 

“I have written over ten different, increasingly silly, name cards for you. We have been on tour for only an hour, and yet only five minutes worth of my patience remains,” Miami said. 

“That’s a lie,” Freddie said to John with a flick of his wrist. “He’ll be fine.” 

Miami sighed yet again, a deeper sigh, from the bottom of his very soul, as Freddie went back into the car. “John...” 

“Make it easy for you; just put my nickname. D-I-Q-I.” 

Miami frowned, but wrote it. “Have you always spelled it that way? Different from how your actual last name is?” 

John nodded. “A bit of fun, yeah?” 

“Of course,” Miami replied as he led John into the car. “My apologies for not remembering.” 

“No harm done.” 

It was at the venue that he faced his toughest challenge: Freddie. Who made incredible effort to recall each little detail about his band mates and friends, at the very minimum the correct spellings of names and nicknames. But he was ready; he could do this. He’d fooled Miami; he was ready for this now. 

“John, darling; we’ve got a card here for Miami’s birthday. I’ve been trying to get everyone to sign, or at least just admit they forgot it was his birthday in a few days, but-” Freddie shrugged as he paused in the application of his eyeliner. “Now, if you’ve not got time to sign that’s fine, just tell me if you want me to put John or your nickname, or whatever else.” 

There it was. His moment. He wouldn’t get another. “Oh. Just the nickname is fine. D-E-A-C-K-Y.” 

He was sweating bullets, watching Freddie’s face in the mirror. Looking directly at him would destroy the ruse. 

Freddie frowned, clearly puzzled. “Is that it? I could have sworn-” 

“Yes. How I’ve always spelled it.” 

“Really?” There were a good hundred more questions in Freddie’s eyes, but time was short, and he said nothing else as they finished dressing and readying themselves for the concert. 

In the aftermath, on yet another train, he let himself rest. They’d done well, put in a fantastic effort, and he was exhausted. Both from the concert, and from keeping an eye on Freddie after it as they’d packed. 

But he hadn’t brought up the spelling thing even once. His ruse had been successful, and it was a very warm sort of satisfaction that helped lull him to sleep as the train got on its way. 

“Odd question,” Freddie said, breaking the silence as he watched John sleep. “How do we spell John’s nickname? He just told me today again, but it didn’t seem right. And I don’t want to say he doesn’t know how to spell his own name, but...” 

“D-E-A-C-Y,” Brian replied. “Like his last name is, D-E-A-C-O-N.” 

“No, that’s not it,” Miami said. “He told me he specifically does it differently from his last name, for a bit of fun. D-I-Q-I.” 

“Q?” Freddie asked. “No, that’s almost certainly not right.” 

“That’s what he told me!” Miami protested. “Just when we got on the train, in fact.” 

“You’re both wrong,” Roger said. “It’s D-E-A-K-Y. S’what he had me put on all his gear, so that must be right.” 

Freddie’s gentle gaze upon the utterly passed out and now snoring John turned to a hard stare. “He told me D-E-A-C-K-Y, to put on Miami’s birthday card.” 

“You got me a card?” Miami asked softly. 

“Of course we did, your present will be along shortly as well,” Freddie said, waving away the distraction, sweet though it was. “Now, this isn’t funny though. How on earth is it properly spelled? Does anyone remember?” 

Silence filled the car, aside from John’s snoring. 

“I’ve got it written down somewhere at home I’m sure,” Brian murmured. “But that does us no good now.” 

“No shit,” Roger muttered. “But I’m in the same boat. I can’t think of a thing I might have on me now that might prove which one is right.” 

“We’ll ask him,” Miami said. “Soon as he wakes up.” 

“And then what? Have him try and convince us it’s actually D-E-A-C-K-Q-I-Y?” Freddie laughed. 

“Well no one would believe that,” Brian scoffed. “That’s ridiculous.” 

“Is it? Because that’s essentially what he got all of us to believe, just in separate bits and pieces,” Freddie replied. “He played us like fiddles, and he did it, I’d gather, while barely even trying.” 

“...so when his birthday comes round in the next few months, we all agree to spell it as oddly and differently as possible on all his gifts and cards?” Roger asked. 

“Oh, of course,” Freddie agreed, as nods went all round the train car. “Though you know that won’t bother him a whit, right?” 

“Yeah,” Roger admitted. “But how else can we get back at him?” 

“We can’t,” Brian said. “Could you imagine if he kept this up, with everyone, no one knowing one hundred percent for sure which version was right? And you know him, he won’t tell which is the right one if he’s having enough fun keeping everyone confused. Us, fans, everyone on tour, literally anyone he meets and gives his nickname to, even.” 

And so it was that it did continue, long after that day, that no one person alive or dead or in a coma or any other sort of state of being should be one-hundred-thousand-no-doubts-whatsoever-certain how to spell John’s nickname. And so it shall continue, time immemorial, until the heat death of the universe and all that reside within her. A mystery for the ages. 

Christ, it couldn’t ever really be Diqi though, could it?

[starlight-parkers]

The Report Card (Avengers x Reader) {Chatroom}

Author’s Note(s): I wrote this back in october and forgot about in entirely. I hope you enjoy x

Warning(s): just swearing tbh

Summary: Dogs are great but your dads Steve and Tony don’t agree.

you have created a chatroom

you have named the chat “dear fathers whom I love so very much :)”

you have added Tony

You: hello father who raised me from a yOung one whom to which I love very much :)

Tony: no

You: no???

You: I didn’t say anything ???

Tony: it’s paternal instinct

You: at least hear me out

Tony: nO

You: daAAaaAAD

Tony: (Y/nNnnnNn)

You: I’m gonna tell you anyways

Tony: I had a feeling you would

You: so I got my report card back

Tony: I can already see where this is going

You: and I got all As…

Tony: I was not prepared for this part of parenthood

You: so I was wondering…

Tony: gEt To iT CHILD

You: if I could get a puppy?

Tony: lmao NO

You: fudGe yOU

You: you’re the worst dad ever

Tony: I’m going to pretend that my pride isn’t wounded and say I love you too kiddo :,)

You: I bet Steve would get me a dog.

Steve has joined the chat

Steve: no he wouldn’t

You: pleaSe dad?

Steve: nope

You: how can anyone call you the man of dreams? Freedom? Liberation?

You: you’re both the worst

Steve: correction…Tony is the worst. Who makes you cap’s shield shaped sandwiches everyday?

You: you do…

Steve: damn right I do

Tony: hey I mean I totally don’t pay your phone bill… not at all… please do continue to insult me as if I’m not here.

You: you know what fudge you both, I’m asking peter.

Tony: oh god no not the kid

Tony: you know I can’t say no to him

You: exactly ;)

You have added Peter

Peter: Hey everyone!

You: hi Petey <3

Tony: hey underoos

Steve: hello

Peter: what can I do for you?

You: oh y'know

You: we just need you to settle a family disagreement

Peter: oh… okay, what seems to be the problem?

Steve: (Y/N) got all As in her report card

Peter: Aw well done baby! :)

Tony: I am resisting the urge to throw up (:

You: and I want a puppy as a reward but AnthonY and SteVeN wont let me get one.

Peter: well that’s a shame

Steve: it sure is…

You: shuT UP Steve

Steve: thE DISrESPECT

Tony: asjajaja

You: anyways I need you to convince them that I should get a puppy

Peter: uHhhh

Steve: I’d chose my words wisely kid.

Tony: or don’t say anything at all, y'know.

Peter: umm

You: if you don’t help me convince them I won’t let you do my homework for a month

Peter: I…shouldn’t…be doing… your homework… anyway?

You: shut up you know you enjoy it

Peter: I do :(

Tony: what…just…happened?

Steve: I don’t know but is this how dating works nowadays?

Clint has joined the chat

Tony: oh no

Clint has added Natasha, Bruce, Thor, T'challa, Bucky, Sam, Wanda, Scott and Vision.

Clint: we heard talk of a dog

Steve: well you heard wrong

Sam: how can anyone call you the man of dreams? Freedom? Liberation?

You: I SAID THAT

Thor: I FOR ONE AM IN FAVOUR OF SMALL AND FEROCIOUS BEAST RUNNING AROUND THE TOWER!! IT SHALL BE MOST ENJOYABLE :) :) :)

Natasha: Thor, caps lock sweetie.

Thor: *whispers* oh yes, I apologise widow of black :) :) :)

Peter: is bad that I actually heard him yelling from the other side of the tower or?

Peter: and are we just going to ignore the fact that he added in *whispers* ?

Clint: LeT hIm LiVe pETer

Bucky: yeah! Sit down you little asshole

Peter: I… am…confused.

Sam: oh somebody get him a juice box, little Peter is confused.

Peter: w h y  a re  y o u                       a t t a c k i n g  m e ?

Sam: oh shit someone’s having a tantrum.

Natasha: go sit in a corner sam, you’re being uneccesary.

Sam: stfu woman come back when you can spell unnecessary.

Bucky: #ROASTED

You: WE ARE GETTING OFF TOPIC

Wanda: what were we talking about again?

Tony has cleared the chat

Tony: I think were talking about getting pancakes for breakfast today

Steve: oh yes, Tony’s treat :)

Tony: of course it’s my treat I’m the only one with money.

Scott: I’m down for pancakes

Bucky: yeah I could go for some too

T'challa: if Tony’s paying

Thor: I TOO WOULD ENJOY THE CAKE OF THE PAN.

Natasha: as mentioned before, only if Tony’s paying.

Wanda: same

Steve: then its settled, pancakes at 10

Clint: WHAT ARE YOU TAPKING ABOUT

Clint: WE WERE TALKING ABOUT GETTING A DOG YOU FOOLS  

You: T H A N K  Y O U

Tony: fuck yOu clint

Steve: LANGUAGE TONY

Steve: there are children present

You: all in favour of getting a dog say aye

Scott: aye

Wanda: aye

Bucky: aye

Sam: aye

Peter: aye

Clint: AYE FUCKING AYE CAPTAIN

Bucky: too much Clint too much

Clint: sorry

Peter: well it’s decided,  I guess we’re getting a dog

Tony: Vision, T'Challa, Bruce and Natasha haven’t voted yet.

Steve: not to mention Pietro

Pietro has joined the chat

Pietro: I vote for the dog, they’re better than people and I hate everyone.

Pietro has left the chat

Wanda: sorry about that, he’s still salty because we invited Scott to the Civil War and not him.

Scott: how were we supposed to know? he’s meant to be dead

Clint: RIP that speedy guy 2k15, you shall not be missed

You:  I am physically sobBiNg

Bucky: she’s not kidding, I am three floors down and I can still hear her.

Scott : it sounds like she’s dying

Peter: then it’s nothing new.

Bruce: ARE WE NOT GOING TO TALK ABOUT THE FACT THAT YOU HAD A CIVIL WAR?

Bruce: I THOUGHT WE WENT THROUGH THIS

Tony: no brucie, we’re talking about the possibility of (Y/N) having a demon spawn to call their own

Bruce: I hate all of you

T'Challa: I agree, you are all beneath me

Sam: sit yo ass down and drink some milk, cat man

Bucky: #LIGHTLYBURNT

Wanda: IM WHEEZING

Scott: you guys gotta stop roasting each other, (Y/N) is going to D I E of laughter.

Peter: let her  

Tony: what

Peter: f r e e  m e

Steve: moving on…

Thor: yes…please proceed.

Steve: Bruce? Natasha? Thoughts on the dog.

Natasha: I’m against it

You: WHY?? YOURE SUPPOSED TO BE THE AWESOME AUNT NOT THE ASSHOLE AUNT

Natasha: cats are cooler

Clint: Natasha we can no longer be friends

Natasha: fine by me

Bucky: #CHARED

Tony: science bro?

Bruce: I’m also in favour of a cat, they’re more peaceful and less…like you guys.

T'Challa: I agree

Bucky: leave cat man

T'Challa: call me that again and pietro won’t be the only avenger to have died

T'Challa has left the chat

You: well then…

Peter: I don’t know what to say

Thor: what about brother vision? He has yet to cast his vote.

Wanda: I’ll admit Vis has been very quiet.

Vision: I apologise profusely for my lack of presence.

You: HE JUST PHASED INTO THE COMMON ROOM AS HE TYPED THAT IM W H E E Z I N G

Tony: Steve is your child asthmatic

Steve: she’s  not my child, she’s yours

You: wow what a loving family I have

Thor: indeed, much like my own, at least you are not a murderous pathetic excuse for a villain :)

Wanda: is it me or does the smiley face make it worse ?

Natasha: it’s the smiley face.

Tony: anywho vis, vision, partial creation of mine

Tony: what do you think about getting a dog?

Vision: by my calculations getting a dog would perhaps increase the physical activity of (Y/N) as we have come to realise, She only moves to retrieve a food source before returning to her room. Having a dog would lead to (Y/N) leaving the compound more, in order to walk the animal.

You: I’m sorry I didn’t know asking for a dog would include roasting me

Bucky: #BARBECUED

Peter: what’s with all these hashtags ?

Bucky: I’m running out of synonyms for roasted

Vision: Additionally, having a dog would decrease the stress levels of the team and perhaps everyone’s mutual hatred towards Mr Stark.

Tony: you all hate me?

Steve: its less of hatred and more like a preference for avoiding you :) nothing to worry about.

Tony: oh okay then :)

Clint: how did that go over his head?

Bruce: I have no idea

Vision: to conclude getting a puppy would be most beneficial.

You: YAYAYAYAYAYAYAY

You: HAHAHA SUCK IT STEVEN IM GETTING A DOG

Bruce: (Y/N) is definitely Stark’s child.

Thor: aye

Natasha: no doubt about it

Loki has joined the chat

Clint: ew who invited him

Wanda: why so salty Clint?

Clint: he tried to take over my mind with some voodoo shit

Sam: VOODOO SHIT IM SCREAMING

Peter: he actually is

Peter: it’s very loud

Loki: you foolish midguardians. I always said that you would be responsible for your own demise.

Scott: what are you on about reindeer games?

Loki: I’m sorry who are you?

Bucky: #OVERCOOKED

Bruce: these hashtags are getting out of hand.

Peter: remind me to teach him how to use them properly.

Thor: brother! :D

Loki: NOT NOW YOU BLONDE HEADED FOOL

Thor:  D:

Wanda: yikes

Loki: I HAVE COME TO WARN YOU.

You: warn us of your presence? Because none of us actually like you.

Thor: I do

Thor: just a bit

Loki: purchasing the vile beast known as man’s best friend will only result in the destruction of the Avengers. We all know (Y/N) would betray us. She would raise this animal, to become a beast. Multiply it and use it to destroy us from the inside.

Steve: is Loki… afraid…of dogs

You: oh my god

Loki: NO YOU IMBECILE I AM HERE TO SAVE YOU

Natasha: Loki? Saving us ?

Vision: in all my years on earth I have never heard such an entertaining tale

Peter: sit the fuck down bish you’re like 2 years old

Bruce: peter omg

Sam: THERE ARE  T E A R S FLOWING FROM MY EYES

Thor: please send help it sounds like he’s choking

Bucky:  l e t  h i m

Steve: what is it with everyone and wanting to kill each other?

You: don’t act like you haven’t wanted to kill any of us, you golden child

Steve: …

Steve: proceed.

Bucky: #

Scott: don’t even start I beg

Bucky: D:

Loki: you mortals will all perish

Tony: so I think we’ve established that Loki is afraid of dogs, and since none of us like him I propose we get one.

Steve: agreed

Loki: NO YOU DENSE HEADED INFERIORS

Tony: all in favour of a dog say aye

Steve: aye

You: aye

Thor: aye

Peter: aye

Scott: aye

Wanda: aye

Vision: aye

Natasha: aye

Bucky: aye

Bruce: aye

Sam: aye

Clint: AYE MOTHER FUCKING AYE BITCHES

Bucky: Clint pls

Natasha: you are an embarrassment to this team, no wonder pietro is always running away from you.

Natasha has left the chat

Clint: damn

Bucky: #SCORCHED

Peter: well now that this has come to end, Let’s go Bucky, I gotta teach you the ways of the hashtag

Sam: oh I have got to see this

Scott: I’m definitely filming this

Bucky has left the chat

Peter has left the chat

Sam has left the chat

Scott has left the chat

Loki: you will all die

Loki has left the chat

Thor: it appears that Loki is having a tantrum

Thor: I must tend to my brother, his feelings have been hurt.

Tony: lolol I don’t care

Steve: same tbh

You: SE E YOU ARE NOT SUCH A PURE GOOD WILLING PERSON AFTER ALL

You: SUCK IT STEVEN

Tony: why do you have such a disrespectful child Steve?

Steve: biologically she’s your creation, you do the math

Clint: LMAOOO

Bruce: brb I’m totally not sobbing with laughter

Thor: I must depart from you friends (: goodbye

You: bye (:

Thor: (:

You: (:

Thor: (:

You: (:

Thor: (:

You: (:

Thor: (:

Clint: ISTG JUST LEAVE

Thor: be careful who you yell at brother Clinton. I am always watching.

Thor has left the chat

Bruce: well then

Tony: moving swiftly on

Clint: AHAHAA

You: im finally getting a dog WHOO

Clint: WHOOO

You: WHOOO

Steve: why are you both simultaneously yelling ‘whoo’ whilst typing it at the same time?

You: it’s for effect

Bruce: looool

Tony: anyways since you’re getting this dog, they least you could do is name it after your favourite dad

Steve: I agree, this debate has gone on for too long

Steve: which one of us do you like best?

You: sure why not

Bruce: this is going to get interesting

Clint: I’m ready to take screenshots

You: I’m naming my dog peter

Steve: why?

You: because he’s my favourite daddy

You: duh

(Y/N) has left the chat

Tony: what

Steve: pardon

Bruce: AJAJAJA IM SCREAMING AND WHEEZING AT THE SAME TIME I CANT

Clint: OH MY GOD BYE

Bruce has been disconnected

Clint: I’m totally… going to… see if he’s okay… and not laugh about this

Clint has left the chat

Steve: I can’t believe this

Tony: …

Steve: you have your suit right?

Tony: already putting it on

Steve: the shield?

Tony: it’s right where you left it

Steve: it’s time to go squash a spider

Steve has left the chat

Tony has left the chat

[frankensteindotpdf]

69-💯 ask meme GO

oh god here we go. under the cut

69. Extrovert or Introvert?

ambivert tbh...i usually spend a lot of time being alone or being with people and after too long i crave the opposite.

70. Have you ever been scuba diving?

nope. almost once but my mom said it was too expensive

71. What makes you nervous?

every single thing ever. legit just...everything. Being in a car. Talking to people. Not hearing from people. Eating. Not eating. Watching my nephews. Letting their parents watch them instead. Wearing clothes that make me look good. Wearing clothes that make me feel comfortable. Ghosts. The concept of just stopping existing instead. Like...name a thing that exists or doesnt and im nervous about it.

72. Are you scared of the dark?

yeah, sometimes. depends on my mood. Outside? All the time if im alone. Inside? a lot of he time if im alone lmao ok so usually yeah but not if im with someone else

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes?

depends on the mistake and the person? but most of the time i do, yeah

74. Are you ticklish?

yes extremely so but if anyone tries it ill fuckin kill you

75. Have you ever started a rumor?

not that i know of. i try to stay out of drama. It’s exhausting.

76. Have you ever been in a position of authority?

just like...babysitting. Or I guess cadets (like military club for kids in Canada) counts but im terrible at it. I cant give orders

77. Have you ever drank underage?

hehe yeah

78. Have you ever done drugs?

not yet ;) nah real talk i wanna try edibles or smth but i also am worried about psychosis so im gonna wait till my brains a lil more developed (even tho weed is legal now yee yee)

79. Who was your first real crush?

oh god probably this kid in my class in SK...i had a crush on him for like 10 years it was nuts (unless you count fictional characters because lbr probably madeline or hermione)

80. How many piercings do you have?

just the classic earlobes, but im seriously considering getting a helix

81. Can you roll your Rs?

yep and my brother cant so i mock him all the time hehe

82. How fast can you type?

average for a person who has to look at the keys i suppose

83. How fast can you run?

not very fast at all. ive always hated running. im more of an endurance type of guy. ill walk for hours but i can only run for like...30 seconds

84. What color is your hair?

Supposed to be teal, faded to a minty green. (naturally brown)

85. What color is your eyes?

Hazel, leaning more towards green (though my mom would beg to differ) but my three year old nephew says they’re green and he’s v confident in his knowledge of colours so duh mom clearly they are green

86. What are you allergic to?

GOD i have seasonal allergies and on top of that im allergic to cats, apples, cherries, some scents and detergents, peanuts and tree nuts, maybe carrots?? and maybe this one brand of toothpaste??? i need to get tested again (THIRD time) i hate it. I still eat everything im not supposed to eat tho (aside from the raw fruits..those ones make my mouth hella itchy)

87. Do you keep a journal?

always wanted to, never had the commitment necessary

88. What do your parents do?

Mom’s a nurse, dad’s a business clerk at a hospital

89. Do you like your age?

yes. Im having a Great Time. I wanted to diiiieeee in high school but university is such a good time (im like a week away from my bday so like...not yet but in a week ill be having a Good Time cuz ill be able to buy alcohollll)

90. What makes you angry?

People judging other people, especially when you dont know em and also stubborn people??? like GOD nothing makes me more angry than a person who just refuses to do or try smth for no reason i dont know why other than that i dont really get angry too often (mostly just frustrated lmao)

91. Do you like your own name?

I DONT KNOW im having such a problem with it i just dont know its pretty femme and spelled weird and i cant decide if i like having a femme name or not cuz i dont like being percieved as feminine most of the time but i dont hate hate hate my name???? for now ill just say i dont like the spelling and idk if i like the name

92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they?

Nope. Im not carrying kids so i dont need to unless i end up with a partner that wants to (and the like....science and money to do so). I also like the idea of adopting, so if i do have kids they’ll already come with names lmao

93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child?

gender....is not important*

*obvs except when dysphoria is involved but like...it dont matter to me a kid’s a kid (also who says they wont be nb) (yes most sjw answer ik but i seriously could not give less fucks)

94. What are you strengths?

im pretty nice and good at art (in different forms)

95. What are your weaknesses?

im bad at admitting my strengths lmao and im a big ole hypocrite and i could keep making this list forever

96. How did you get your name?

My parents wanted to name me after my grandmas but their first names were a lil odd so they went with middle names, but then they didnt want alliteration so they changed a c to a k and then they also didnt like the way one name was pronounced so they tweaked it and now i have a name that seems obvious but is apparently both very difficult and very difficult to spell and say, considering no one ever gets it first try (Karaline, pronounced “Kara-line”)

97. Were your ancestors royalty?

Not that im aware of

98. Do you have any scars?

yeah, just little ones from scratching mosquito bites too much or random childhood injuries nothing too interesting Except for one/two on my arm from a staple sticking out of a chair it hurt so bad lmao and now ive got a scar that (tw) looks like self harm and i was so mad cuz like...i never did and now im stuck with this mark that looks like i did and PEOPLE HAVE COMMENTED ON IT i want to die everytime

99. Color of your bedspread?

grey and black cuz im EMO but also i have one that looks like a galaxy and i love

100. Color of your room?

purple and white

in conclusion f u lola but also this was kinda fun so maybe..not

[sanguis-sanguinis-mei]

Sacrifice (PJM Oneshot)

 It’s never a good idea to mess with the spirit world

Words: 2870

Genre: Horror au, Supernatural au

Warnings: Blood, gore, major character deaths. Please don’t read if you can’t handle that

A/N: This is the first piece of writing I am ever posting here so I’m really sorry if it sucks.

“This is a really stupid idea,” you grumbled. You took the sweater you were holding and put it on. You looked up and watched as Jimin, your boyfriend of the last two years, walked back into the bedroom from the adjoining bathroom. 

He made his way over to you and wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you into an embrace. “Come on baby. It’s just for fun. Besides, this was sort of your idea.” 

“It was not my idea. Don’t dare pin it on me. You and your friends shouldn’t have been snooping through my stuff.” 

“Well, why did you have so much info on the occult and that Ouija board just lying around? Don’t you know what kind of friends I have?” 

“Yeah, the kind who go prying through other people’s closed drawers,” you scowled. 

You tried to detangle yourself from his arms but he held on tighter and bent down to nuzzle your neck. “Don’t be mad at them. Kookie and Tae love this kind of stuff. They just want to have some fun with us,” he replied in between kissing your neck. He sucked on a sweet spot and you moaned softly while tangling your fingers through his hair. 

“You don’t even like scary stuff,” you tried to insist through your moans. 

“I could sweeten the deal to convince you to do this,” he whispered into your neck. He moved his hands down to your ass and cupped it, squeezing it gently as he continued to suck on your neck. Your eyes fluttered closed and you let out a little whimper while his hands kneaded your butt cheeks. 

“You know, we could just stay and have our own fun here,” you suggested. You pushed your front against his and smiled as you heard him groan. 

“Maybe that’s not such a bad idea.” 

He lifted his hands under your shirt and slid them up your back to undo his bra. He had just reached it when you heard the front door open and Tae’s booming but muffled voice echo through the house. Sighing, you pulled away from Jimin’s grasp and straightened your shirt. “Do you still think it was a good idea to give Taehyung a spare key to the house so soon after we moved into it?” you asked while looking down to make sure you looked presentable. 

“No. Not since it started preventing me from sleeping with my girlfriend whenever I want,” was his complaint. 

“Oh, boo hoo. Stop complaining. We’ve got a séance to start. You can always do that later,” Taehyung chimed from the bedroom doorway. He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and dodged to the side when Jimin picked up a pillow to throw at him. You giggled and looked over at Jungkook then smiled.

“How did you guys get here so quickly? We just heard the door open and the house isn’t that small. What did you do, run up the stairs?” 

“I guess we’re just really excited to go to try and communicate with actual ghosts,” Jungkook smiled back at you. 

“Supposedly, if ghosts really exist. I can’t believe you guys are dragging me into this.” 

“We need you. Based on all the research we found in your stuff, you must have pretty good knowledge of how to perform a proper séance. Now come on lovebirds, let’s get everything set up. I want to have everything set up before the others get here.” Tae walked away from the door and Kookie followed him. “I still think this is a terrible idea,” you whispered one last time as you left your bedroom behind Jimin.

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“Everybody has a finger on the… uhm… arrow thing, right?” Taehyung asked.

You were all sitting in a circle around the candle-lit dining room table. Everybody else hand outstretched on it to reach the Ouija board except for you. 

“It’s called a planchette and I already told you I’m not doing this,” you mumbled from between Jimin and Hoseok. “Come on noona. You already promised you’d do this with us. Even Hobi hyung agreed to do it. You don’t want to be a bigger chicken than him, do you?” 

“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean Kim Taehyung?” 

You giggled at Hoseok’s indignant reply but still shook your head. “I keep telling you I don’t think this is a good idea. I still can’t believe you guys went snooping through my stuff.” 

“Noona, we’re doing this with or without you. This is your last chance to join. You can go if you don’t want to be a part of this,” Jungkook insisted from across the table. You were just about to take up his offer to get up and leave when you felt a warm palm envelope your hand underneath the table. Turning to Jimin, your heart did a flip at the pout he was giving you. 

You sighed before saying, “Fine, but only for five minutes. We really shouldn’t be messing with Ouija boards.” 

Your finger joined the other five already on the planchette. Taehyung gave a satisfied smile before dropping it to look grimly around the group. “We are gathered here today,” he started solemnly, “to see if there are any ghostly presences gathered around us.” 

“Shut up and just read what it says in the book Tae,” Yoongi growled in annoyance. 

“Okay, okay. I was just trying to make it more fun. Let’s see here…” He quietly read from the book in his lap for a moment then looked back up at everyone. “It just says that we should ask if there are any ghosts around and that we should try to stick to simple questions. It also says we shouldn’t remove our fingers from the planchette until we’ve ‘ensured that and all lingering spirits are safely confined and have been properly dismissed, so as not to accidentally let any malevolent forces loose’,” he ended by reading out loud from the book. 

“So you’re saying to get them here we just have to say hi and we should make sure we say bye and ask them to leave before remove our hands from the board? That sounds simple enough.” 

Yoongi looked at everyone’s faces after he was done talking. “Who wants to start? Not you Tae. I’d like to finish this today,” he added as an afterthought when Taehyung opened his mouth. Tae gave a comical pout that had everyone giggling and put you a little bit more at ease. When the laughter died down Jimin cleared his throat. 

“I’ll start. Uhm, hi. Are there any ghosts around who want to talk to us?” 

A nervous tension filled the air as you all looked down at the board on the table but nothing happened. Jimin took a deep breath and tried again louder this time. 

“Hello. Are there any spirits around who would like to talk to us?” 

Again nothing happened and Jimin spoke up for the third time. “Is there a ghost out there willing to talk to us?” 

When nothing happened again for a few moments you opened your mouth to remark on this when the planchette slowly moved to cover ‘Yes’. Everyone watched it in awe and you could feel Hoseok start to shiver beside you.

 “T-Tae, th-that isn’t f-funny,” he whispered. 

“I swear it wasn’t me hyung. Kookie, did you do that?” 

You looked up at Jungkook but he could only shake his head as he continued to stare down at the board. It was silent for a few minutes as everyone looked nervously at each other or the board. Eventually Yoongi broke the silence by saying, “Jimin, I think you should keep talking to it.” 

Jimin looked at Yoongi as though he’d been snapped out of a trance. “Right…erm…are we talking to a male or a female?” 

You looked down at the board again and waited for the reply which eventually came. The planchette started moving again and settled on the letter F. You felt your heart begin to race as Jimin continued with his questions (Are you friendly? How old are you? Where are you from?). Each time a reply came (Yes, 2-5, H-E-R-E) until Jimin got to the question “What is your name?” You all waited for about a minute but it became clear that no reply was coming. 

“Are you still there?” you found yourself quietly asking. The planchette moved towards ‘Yes’.

 “Don’t you want to tell us what your name is?” This time the planchette moved to ‘No’. You looked around at the others and saw the same look of confusion mirrored on each of them. 

“Why is that?” you heard Jungkook ask from across you. The planchette moved around the board and settled back on ‘No’. You all continued to look at each other in confusion. 

“That reply doesn’t make sense,” Hoseok piped up. You looked back down at the board and watched while D-O-N-T C-A-R-E was being spelled.

 “Let’s just try a different question,” Tae suggested. “How long have you been dead?” The planchette stayed still long enough that you thought this question would be ignored too when it suddenly moved to spell I D-O-N-T K-N-O W. You puzzled this over when the planchette started moving across the board again. 

The movements quickly became erratic, as if someone was trying to wrestle control of it. Amidst the movements you could see that it did stop at a few letters every now and then. You were about to say something about this when you noticed that Taehyung had seen this too and was using his free hand to write down the letters with a pen on a piece of paper, both of which you hadn’t noticed before. You were so absorbed watching Tae that you forgot to pay attention to the movement on the board. The planchette, which was moving erratically on your side of the board, suddenly whizzed to the other end of the board out of your reach. Your finger slipped off of it and somehow you managed to knock Jimin’s off too as your hand flew into his. 

Almost immediately the planchette ceased its movements and the candles that had been your sole light source all went out at once. The six of you sat quietly in the pitch darkness for what felt like hours before the silence was disrupted by a sharp, piercing scream as you were thrown out of your chair by some invisible force. The last thing you remembered was your head hitting something hard before you blacked out.

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“Jiminie?” you whispered quietly. 

The boy in in the hospital bed closed his eyes then opened them again slowly. He did this a few more times before they fluttered down and focused first on his hand clasped tightly in one of yours, then on your face. You smiled weakly at him with tears in your eyes and bent your head to kiss his cheek. 

“I’m so glad you’re awake. I was really worried about you. I had to sneak in here because they wouldn’t let me see you.” 

“Wha…” he started off weakly in a barely audible whisper. He cleared his throat and tried again. “What happened?” 

You looked back up at him and the smile dropped from your face. “Y-you don’t remember anything from last night?” 

“Not really. Why am I in a hospital bed and why do you have a bandage around your head?” Looking away from him, you took your bottom lip between your teeth and worried at it. 

“I don’t think I should tell you if you don’t remember. You need to get some rest so you can feel better.” 

“I feel fine,” he insisted. He removed his hand from between yours and used it to help himself sit up. He looked down at the drip in his arm for about a minute before looking up to meet your gaze. “ Where are the others?” 

“Jiminie, I don’t think…” 

“Where are they Y/N?” He raised his voice with the second question and you winced at the unexpected noise. Your eyes started tearing up more and you took a deep breath to calm yourself before admitting what you suspected he already knew. “I’m so sorry baby. I tried to see if any of them were breathing but once I got to Kookie I couldn’t stay anymore. The doctors confirmed they all…” 

Unable to say the last word you left the sentence unfinished as your gaze shifted downwards. You stayed like that as the tears silently fell down your cheeks. After several minutes Jimin finally spoke again. “What…what happened last night? I can only remember the candles going out and you screaming and being thrown from your chair. I don’t remember anything after that.” 

“I really don’t think I should tell yo…” 

“I want to know,” he interrupted you. “I already told the police everything although they don’t believe me. They can fill you in on what I said later, after you’ve had some rest.” 

“Please Y/N. I need to know.” 

You looked up at him once again and took note of how serious he looked. Sighing, you gathered up your strength to go through last night’s events again. You told him everything you had told the police and watched his expression as he listened to you recount everything. You told him how you woke up on the floor with a gash in your head, how you tried looking for him and the others and had stumbled on Yoongi’s body lying face down in a pool of his blood. Near him had been Hoseok lying on his back and staring blankly at the ceiling with glassy eyes. A long cut was visible on his stomach and his entrails were lying beside him. You let Jimin know how you’d screamed and run from the room only to trip over Jungkook’s headless body. His head you’d found in the next room below Taehyung’s lifeless corpse which you found out later from the police was hung to the wall by a carving knife. You’d only stopped trying to escape the house when you came to Jimin’s body by the front door. You’d knelt beside him crying and hugged him when you realised he still seemed to be alive. That was when you’d finally pulled out your phone to call 911. 

Jimin listened to all of this quietly the entire time. When you were done he asked, “So the others are really gone?” You nodded sadly and immediately got up to hug him when he started crying. You stayed like that with him in your embrace and tears falling down your cheeks until he’d cried himself out, then helped him lie back down against the pillow. Taking his hand in yours once again, you rubbed soothing circles in the back of his hand. 

“So you really don’t remember anything that happened after I passed out?” you asked cautiously, keeping an eye on him to gauge his reaction. He simply shook his head no. “Then I think you should rest now baby. It’s been a really long night and you need the sleep. We can talk more about it when you wake up.” 

He opened his mouth and looked ready to argue but you could see how heavy his eyelids looked, so you placed a finger over his lips to keep him quiet. “Please sleep. We’ll talk more in the morning.” He sighed but followed your instructions and his eyes drooped down as sleep overcame him.

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You looked down at the note in your hand and traced over the letters that had been scribbled in Taehyung’s handwriting, then looked up at Jimin who was fast asleep in front of you 

“It didn’t have to be this way,” you whispered to him despite the fact that you knew he couldn’t hear you. “If you had been honest about having this note, I might have spared your life. At least you’ll get to be with your friends now. I hope you’ll be happy.” 

Your gaze shifted over to the empty syringe beside Jimin’s bed that previously held a lethal dose of insulin in it. You turned back to the note and read over it again. DON’T TRUST Y/N. Berating yourself silently, you thought back to the question Taehyung had asked which had distracted you. It had been so long since the day you’d died that you couldn’t even remember it anymore. You wished your momentary lapse in concentration hadn’t allowed one of your former victims to gain control of the board and send out that warning, but there was no undoing the past now. It just showed you that you had to be careful the next time you did this. 

Looking once again at Jimin and seeing the rate of his breathing starting to slow dangerously, you considered explaining the curse which bound your spirit to this world and forced you to kill for nourishment but you knew he was too close to death to understand any of it. Instead, you stood up and leaned over to place a kiss on his lips. Before fading away from the room and disappearing without any trace of ever having been there, you whispered one last thing to him.

 “This wasn’t anything personal Jiminie. It was just a sacrifice.”

[personagf-moved]

alphabet & soft questions ✨

I was tagged by my bb’s @prksjmiin (alphabet ask) and @joonieblossoms (soft ask) and i didn’t want to make two separate posts so im gonna apologize in advance bc i decided to stick both posts together :’) dkdkkdkd yall aint gotta read everything but if u do ily and im sorry i write novels on novels dlfksdkf

i’ll tag @koyasdad, @1ovegf, @joonlit, @sleepyyyoongs, @constellationstars and @capgi 💘

honestly feel free to do either one or both or none if u want dkkdkdkd i just wanted to tag u guys bc ily

Alphabet ask:

a // age: 21

b // birthplace: new jersey!

c // current time: 1:17 am

d // drink you had last: coffee

e // easiest person to talk to: my brother when he isnt being an absolute fool

f // favorite songs: 

aint it fun - paramore

trivia love 

honey - kehlani

abbey - mitski

moonlight - ariana grande

g // grossest memory: i was in the city one time and a bird shit on my forehead. i think about it at least twice a week 

h // horror yes or horror no:  H O R R O R   Y E S   B A B E E E Y Y Y Y Y Y Y im the absolute worst person i’ll dead ass watch a scary movie/video or read horror stories by myself just bc. 

i // in love: with my whole ass soulmate namjoon. i luv u string bean man

j // jealous of people: im not even gonna try to lie i am a very jealous person and i am so sorry about it but i really cant help it lmfao. blame my scorpio venus i guess

k // kids of your own someday: when i say i have been thinking about this everyday.........! i wanna have it all i want the kids the white picket fence the dream house everything. i cant wait to be a mommy one day and love n support my bb’s :’)

l // love at first sight or should i walk by again: we a whole ass fool on main and believe in love at first sight!!!! i really do believe soulmates are a true thing and if a love is destined to be across an infinite span of lifetimes and universes then it will always find its way back. when you know, you know, and i genuinely believe that. 

m // middle name: padilla

n // number of siblings: 1 older brother, 1 half brother (older), and 1 half sister (older)

o // one wish: to find true love

p // person you last called: my manager bc i had a work question lol

q // question you’re always asked: “why are you like this” (usually friends @ me when i wild out...which is like everyday), “are you mad?”, “how old are you REALLY?”, “how’s your brother?” (bc he ghosts all family n i have to speak on his behalf like always fsdfjksdf)

r // random fact about you: i once used a horrible bootleg copy of the force awakens to make a star wars crack video dubbing the part in shrek when he first meets donkey over the scene when rey first met bb-8 and it went viral and has like 200,000 notes and even had articles written about it. also i had a weird fascination with jar jar binks and danny devito when i was in high school and i had a habit of making either one of them my icon on school accounts so i could make people laugh when they emailed me or saw me in a word document skfkkkfkf

s // song you last sang: “abbey” by mitski :’(

t // time you woke up: exactly 10 this morning and it was weird bc i picked up my phone and it had JUST turned 10 when i looked i was so shook lol 

u // underwear colour: she be black 

v // vacation destination: paris bc im a basic bitch :’) also japan/all asian countries. i wanna connect with my roots more :/

w // worst habit: yeeting the fuck outta people’s lives when i think they’re getting too close/when i get overwhelmed. im sorry im a flighty bitch @ anyone i’ve ever ghosted :( i love anyone who’s ever tried to talk to me and its never ur fault, i just get the urge to escape sometimes and i’m trying to fix it 

x // x-rays: omg @ tori dead ass me too tho, i had x-rays when i broke my arm when i was around 6 :o

y // your favorite food: my mom’s spaghetti! and sushi. also i love any and all filipino food but specifically i like nilaga and kare-kare oooo baby

z // zodiac sign: we’re a proud libra sun 

Soft ask:

What’s the smell of your shampoo?

we got them fruity scents up in here we keep that shit smellin like a goddamn strawberry field take a fuckin whiff babes

What’s your aesthetic?

the moon and stars, soft pink and purple sunsets with a burning red on the horizon, sunrises as well, paintings and generally all art revolving around flowers and the celestial, pretty pastel pink and yellow, the sound and smell of rain falling against the window while being curled up in bed uwu 

What’s your favorite time of the day and why?

lately it’s been night time. i generally get more creative and feel more at home during the night. i miss being a morning person tho. 

What do you most like about the beach?

not a lot fklsjdjfkslkdflksdlkf i usually only go to get a tan and walk the boardwalk with my friends, but if i had it my way i would never step foot in the ocean for the rest of my life sdjdjdjdjsj we dont trust her!!!!!!!!!

What do you worry about constantly?

when i’m gonna figure out what i wanna do with my life lol. i took a year off to think about it but all i ended up doing was working myself to exhaustion and getting comfy in a work only mindset and now i’m only even more confused about what i want to pursue. i’m just glad im going to chicago next week because i feel like a change of setting for even just a week could give me a much needed reset on my mindset going into the next year. i worry about the future but the problem is i worry about the present too lol. oh well, we’ll figure it out!

What is a song you’ve cried to before?

oh boy...

trivia love

moonchild

first love

she used to be mine - waitress soundtrack

20 something - sza

26 - paramore

the letter - kehlani

landslide - fleetwood mac

when you see my friends - mayday parade

and many........many many more...... skskskks music is my main emotional outlet so naturally im gonna cry over anything that reflects my heart

What are some relaxing tips for your followers?

as The World’s Number One Most Stressed Out Human Being™️ i am definitely in no way fit to give advice on how to relax LMFAO 

but i guess something that always works for me is putting on music i KNOW will make me sing a long or make me happy to distract me from the nerves i’m feeling. also putting on my favorite comfort movies to make me feel better (they’re big fish, scott pilgrim vs the world, and spirited away btw lol)

 What are some things that make you tear up?

the ending of coco, seeing my mom cry, or anyone i love cry tbh, when children are neglected/abused, thinking about the world i’ll have to bring my future children into and how i’m going to be able to teach them to stay strong and bright in the face of it, lyrics that hit too close to home, absolutely anything tbh i cry easy

What is your favorite from each sense?

sight - the view of my cherry blossom tree against a pink sunset in the spring of my childhood home, a person’s eyes and how they light up when they smile, especially when they crinkle as they laugh

smell - the earth after rain, a forest in autumn

taste - my mom’s cooking, good coffee on an early morning

sound - beautiful melodies and harmonies to accompany them, a baby cooing, birds chirping at sunrise

touch - my pillow when its nice and cool, a cat’s tummy, a baby’s cheeks, fingers running through my hair

What is an alternative reality you’d like to live in?

one where im married to namjoon n we have a lot of smart musical prodigy babies who have his dopey smile and i live comfortably in our big ass home in korea where i raise our babies n get that good pipe down every night like i should

jk i wanna live in a reality where magic is real and i can cast spells and live my best life as the true witch that i am

What are some troubles you face on a daily basis?

for starters im ugly as shit so theres one

if we mean practically then i have really bad knees and i recently busted them again so its been really hard getting up and down stairs lately and bending over 

but idk theres not really much. emotionally i just tend to get withdrawn and timid in public so it can be hard for me to speak up when i go out

What is one scene from a book that makes you really sad?

unfortunately i haven’t read as many books lately as i did when i was younger...so a lot of my memories are from books that i read like as a kid lol......THAT BEING SAID i think rue and finnick’s death in the hunger games was truly heartbreaking to read, the spine of my copies of both books have cracks on those pages bc i had to read it several times just to really believe it. also i thought it was written so heart wrenchingly well that i had to go back.  also in looking for alaska when pudge, a man who loved to know people’s last words, realized that he would never know alaska’s last words. im also really thankful for that book bc it introduced me to wh auden’s poetry and to this day he’s still one of my favorite poets of all time.  

Say something to your followers:

thank you thank you thank you thank you THANK YOU for following me and for some reason deciding to stay after how many times i act up on the daily. all jokes aside i really appreciate every single one of you no matter the number and i sincerely hope that you always have love and joy in your heart and that 2019 treats you well. i HONESTLY mean it when i say that i am always here if you guys want to talk or send me things or roast me or talk shit seriously i wanna hear it all and talk about it all i think all of you are so interesting and so beautiful and i’d love to get to know more about you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU GUYS! yeet!