#organized housing haha college life

[cheese-anon-real]

i am clarifying right now that the writing is going to take a while, I'm not gonna get too specific as to *why*, but uh

yeeeaaaah

[spitdrunken]

i loved this line you wrote in the recent yan alphabet post about rollo wanting to have a domestic routine like he’s just your husband coming back from a long day at work… i would love to know your thoughts on what married life with him would be like. he sounds like he’d adore the traditional side of things the most

I know you sent this ask in reference to one of my yandere posts, but I assumed you wanted regular marriage headcanons here rather than yandere ones! If I misinterpreted please let me know! I actually have a ton of headcanons about what Rollo might do once he leaves NBC, but I’ve mostly left them out of here otherwise I’d go on a tangent haha

Rollo would be an incredibly dedicated husband. In general, he’s not the type to crush easily, much less fall in love. If he proposes to you or accepts your proposal, he truly sees this as a lifelong commitment. You two are the subject of plenty of laughs amongst the townsfolk of the City of Flowers, mostly because that Rollo is so obviously smitten with you that it’s almost sickening. He often brings you up in conversation, always comes to your defense, and visibly brightens up whenever you’re near. If you’re out together in public, he vastly prefers to be holding your hand. Some may be jealous, others can only hope that one day they will meet someone who looks at them the same way, but all have to admit you have something special.

He would indeed appreciate a more ‘traditional’ and domestic life, though he has a more nuanced idea of it. He simply wants to do simple things together with you, to live a life of calm in which he can truly be at peace. Some of his favourite moments would be spending time together in the same room, each just doing your own thing. To him, it’s not about getting home to a clean house and a dinner ready on the table, regardless of who fills what ‘role’, it’s about togetherness. He wants to clean, cook, bake, garden, or whatever else, together with you. After years of herding teenagers into keeping Noble Bell College tidy (no matter the shape of their soul, and no matter their inclination towards or appreciation for purity, no teenager truly likes to clean, and most adults don’t either), he is an incredibly skilled housekeeper. Despite his usual work ethic, he doesn’t care if it would be quicker to do all on his own, he’d rather do it with you.

With Rollo as your spouse, you should not come to expect spontaneity. If you yearn for someone who keeps you on your toes and brings excitement to your life, Rollo would not be the partner for you. He keeps the same pace, and tends to show his appreciation for you through the little things. When you’re busier than usual, he’ll make sure there’s less for you to do around the house. He’s a very attentive listener, and always returns to earlier things you’ve mentioned, like asking how an appointment went or a friend of yours is doing. The birthday gifts he gets you are always things you actually want, and he never has to ask you what that is. Rollo simply just cares a lot. He’ll end up getting a modern (as he calls it) phone to send you texts and, among the driest texts you’ll ever see in your life, you’ll get him sending things that remind him of you frequently.

Rollo likes to keep himself busy, and frequently volunteers to assist with events in and around the city. Rollo may be not found on the dancefloor, but he ends up playing a leading role in the organization of the Topsy Turvy festival, among other things. (And makes some what he calls ‘historically accurate’ changes, such as more focus on what believes to be the origins of the festival: the appreciation of the magicless.) He always makes sure to have at least one day a week entirely free though, and he’s put in a horrible mood if anyone tries to bother him then. If you want him at home more often, he’s very easily swayed if you just tell him.

The flip side of his ‘devotion’ to you is that he can have a bit of a jealous streak. Rollo is a rather private person overall, someone who keeps the people he’s actually close with rather limited, so he can start feeling left behind easily. He wouldn’t attempt to try and limit who you interact with, but he’ll get noticeably snappy as time passes. It’s something he’s trying to work on, though he’s struggling with it.

…At least he’s trying to work on that aspect of himself. There are other things, layers of himself he’s only allowed you glimpses of, no matter how much you try and convince him to get professional help. He’s hated and wished and yearned for so long that it’s become a part of himself, that he cannot imagine himself without it, and even the prospect of change is terrifying. (Giving up would be forgetting him.) Though his grand plans have all failed to bloom to fruition, he cannot let any of them go. For a day or two, he may get so lost in his work that it’s not at the forefront of his mind, but then you’ll catch him staring into nothing again, muttering a string of how it’s all disgustingdisgustingdisgusting. As much as Rollo loves you, he fails at loving himself, and cannot let go.

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

Personality through quote

Thanks to @theprissythumbelina here and @mysticstarlightduck here!

Rules: give a quote from your OCs based on the prompt, then tag people with a new prompt!

[A quote about pets/animals]

Lexi: "Animals are so cute! I would love to get a pet one day! Not sure what I'd get though...or how much is too many... I think I can keep up with at least one dog and a cat!"

Maddie: "I can literally turn into animals. Yeah, of course they're cool. Big cats are my favorite. Did you know that cheetahs can't retract their claws? And also, the smallest tiger is the Sumatran. And also snow leopard's paws act like snowshoes? And--"

Ash: "Our house is a little crowded for an animal right now. I'm not sure how responsible I'd be with them, anyway, haha."

Gwen: "Oh, um. A few months ago our cat got really sick and...well there wasn't really a humane option. Um, anyways, we're not quite ready for another pet right now."

Robbie: "With my parents' schedule and me and Sammy losing track of time and everything around us, please don't get us a pet. Akash would have to take care of it, and I don't wanna do that to him."

Akash: "I would love to have a dog one day. Never had one growing up due to, well, everything going on. But I'd really like a pet one day."

Jedi: "I have always wanted a pet ferretsnake, actually. My sister wanted a kitsune. Having both would have been wonderful."

Carmen: "Atsila had Custos, and that's the closest I'll have to a pet." (She loves Custos and Custos loves her)

[A quote about their relationship with money (in the past and nowadays)]

Lexi: "I mean, I'm not suuuper familiar with how money works, but I definitely will be one day. Knowing myself, I'd probably be very organized. Whenever my mom gives me money to like buy something at school or the mall or whenever I go out with friends in general, I always budget beforehand and plan accordingly. But if I'm secure enough, I'd love to buy some clothes or supplies but also gifts for my friends!"

Maddie: "Similar to Lexi, I guess. I mean, I think I'd save up money so I can use it on big things later! A Lego set or something like that. But the patience for that sounds literally impossible."

Ash: "I am also fond of the idea of saving to splurge later. Splurging sounds fun, but you can't do it without saving unfortunately."

Gwen: "My parents have saved money for me to go to college since I was born. I think that's a noble cause. I think using money on schooling or pursuing what you care about, what your purpose is...that's good."

Robbie: "My mom has given me so many lectures about having a secured footing is important, and I get it, but man, it's hard to focus on that. I'd love to go on exciting experiences and all that. Me, Akash, Sammy, Lexi, Gwen--like all of us traveling around the world together. That sounds dope. Awesome. But Mutti says I have to save for that. I really need to focus more on her lectures. Maybe if she made a PowerPoint...."

Akash: "I am probably going to have to do Robbie's taxes and also give him financial advice. I have it in my four year plan for high school to take a semester long financial course in junior year. I plan to use that information wisely."

Jedi: "Saving money for a good cause is something I have always done. My education, Inutilia rights, the Aequales, charities. I believe money can do as much good in the world as anything else."

Carmen: "Pfft, I'm responsible with my money. I'd be an accountant if I had to [she would be miserable]. Make sure everything is paid off, then maybe spend some money on making life a little more comfortable. Like home organizers. Because some people can't seem to pick up after themselves."

Tagging @sparrow-orion-writes @talesofsorrowandofruin @writernopal @awritingcaitlin @winterandwords @drchenquill @keysandopenmind @pluppsauthor @pluto-murphy-writes @writingamongther0ses @willtheweaver @calicohyde + anyone who'd like to

Your prompt: [A quote about a hot summer day.]

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TSP tag list (ask to be +/-): @thepeculiarbird @illarian-rambling @televisionjester @finchwrites

[intermundia]

i've done some work on the house over the past few weeks!! it's been a lot of reorganizing and cleaning, and it's all shaping up nicely imho! the first project was opening up the den so that i could do yoga in there without worrying i'm going to kick something lol

then i set up a drawing station and my old keyboard, trying to push myself to do hobbies that help my mental health haha. i also organized my closet by color which helps to feel in control of my life haha, i like order very much and find it peaceful lol

the plants in the living room have been happier since i figured out how much light they actually need. the cats usually spend the morning in here, as it faces east and there's lots of sun. the stuffed lion is named mufasa and i won him in a raffle when i was six lol.

i collected all my pink art and put it in the map hallway, and got a lotr shower curtain to make the hallway bathroom fit in with the map theme when the door is open haha. it's difficult to see on the wall but my friend in college photoshopped circe's head onto everyone in the school of athens lmao

and then my bedroom library is much the same except the pile of to-read books and articles only seems to grow haha

that's it i think! the actual art studio where i paint is a mess so i don't want to post it lmao and the kitchen of course with the marbled stools but i posted about them before. im just proud tho it's been lots of work and finally all the traces of my ex are gone and it's all coming together!

oh, and this is what it looked like outside this morning! i love living here so much, it's so quiet

[fallowtail]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals, followers and all the wonderful people on here!

Ooooh ok ok this is tough...auguh. (Also doing this on anon defeats the point a little! Whomst are you mysterious asker!?)

CBS Ghosts, of course, full hyperfixation brain, this is genuinely the only thing that actually makes me Feel Things anymore, as well as the server for it, I love all of my fandom friends for this show more than I can say and they've really enhanced my life and helped stop me from self-isolating to the extremes I used to because I get so desperate to talk about my blorbos with them that even when I get triggered over college or job stuff- things that usually make me withdraw completely from social groups because I know I'm not worthy of talking to people so much smarter and better than me- I can't help but claw myself out of it because I need them, haha. Full hearted affection for those guys and our goober show.

Getting art of my characters! Most of my free-spending money goes to commissioning artists to draw my silly little guys :) (A little bit more than I should be spending, tbh, but well, life is awful and the world is ending, I need art of my fursona!)

My WIFE...or...whatever...ugh. I guess I love her or something :/

It getting warm again and being able to sit outside on the steps, have the windows open, seeing/hearing all the birds, etc...my house gets more natural light than my dark and depression previous apartment did which has been very helpful, even if I'm not at the point yet where I can become a living room person and still spend all my time in bed, which is sadly the darkest room in the house still. But it's something!

I've been slowly working on sorting/organizing a lot of my Buckets Of Things, getting rid of old art supplies that are dried up, organizing + checklisting my massive collection of Pokemon cards, setting aside all the little papers and stickers I've collected and getting them sorted out into different piles (I'm debating starting a junk journal since putting everything in my sketchbook feels a little hollow at the moment since I can't really draw anymore...) and it makes me happy to work on! I love little trinkets and organizing things :D

[giraffeter]

Hi again ^^

Thank you for that delicious ArmKhun headcanon answer. I have an immediate follow-up ask. You mentioned that you have vivid background headcanons for all the bodyguards, as if that isn't a massive tease. Any details you'd be willing to spill? 👀

Haha I suppose that was a bit of a tease! Your asks keep making my DAY, I will happily talk about these boys all day every day.

OK, the Giraffeter Bodyguard Backstory Headcanons are:

Big: I alluded to some of this in Gonna Fade You Like That Rush, but in my mind Big is the son of one of Korn's lieutenants — his dad works for Korn, his grandfather worked for Korn's father, the families go back. We know that he's one of Korn's hand-raised bodyguards and that he and Kinn grew up together; I think Korn would not be interested in caring for a bunch of additional children, so my headcanon is that his hand-raised boys stay with their families of origin until they've completed their mandatory schooling, which in Thailand is through Grade 9 — Big would be 14 or 15 when he came to the main family house and began his training. Big is the younger son in his family: his older brother will inherit their family's piece of the Theerapanyakul criminal empire, and Big's been marked for Kinn for basically his whole life. Even before Tankhun's abduction, Big belonged to Kinn. He met Kinn for the first time when he was about 12 and Kinn was 15 or so — Kinn was the coolest Cool Older Teen Big had ever laid eyes on. He smiled that devastating smile at Big and talked to him about video games or something and Big plunged headfirst into a fealty kink that would last the rest of his brief life.

Ken: As much as I have read and enjoyed many fics shipping Ken with various other male characters, my favorite headcanon for Ken is that he is the "token straight" in the main family house, and as such is relatively immune to the psychosexual shenanigans taking place on all sides of him. He's from a fairly well-off family — he grew up in Thailand but went to an international school, and he went to college in Australia. He was a competitive swimmer all through high school and college, which is why the "nice one, loser" moment cuts so deep. He has that very dangerous trait of "smart but not as smart as he thinks he is" in addition to being pretty greedy and amoral, so my headcanon is that he was boosting cars or some shit and stole the wrong car. Chan gave him a choice of "well-paying job for life or bullet in the head right now" and he happily chose the former. He thought working for the mob would be a lot more glamorous and exciting than it turned out to be; that, combined with aforementioned unwarranted self-confidence and greed, was what made it so easy for Gun to turn him.

Arm: I covered this in my answer to your delightful previous ask so I'll be brief here, but my headcanon is that Arm is ex-military and a trained field medic, and has some experience being around PTSD.

Pete: Pete is another one where we actually do know a bit about his backstory: the abusive father, the loving grandma, the complicated relationship to food, the history as a boxer. I don't understand Thai well enough to verify this but when Pete says "boxing" I assume he means muay thai. Pete is a real country boy, and I think he didn't spend much time in Bangkok before he came to work for Korn. I think he dealt with some food insecurity as a kid, from a combination of his dad not having much money and also just not being around much to feed him — I think his grandma (who I think he calls ยาย meaning she's his mom's mom?) took care to feed him up as much as she could when he visited her. My headcanon is that Korn straight-up bought Pete, either for cash after seeing him fight or as payment for a gambling debt his dad owed Korn's organization.

Pol: I think Pol was another one of Korn's hand-raised bunch, although his background is different from Big's. I don't think his parents are directly involved in the criminal underworld in the way I imagine Big's as being; instead, I think they're just regular working-class people who own a business, maybe a shop or something, that comes under Korn's purview. We've seen that the Theerapanyakul empire contains as many legitimate enterprises (bread company!) as illegitimate, and we know a lot of their money comes from real estate, so it might be as simple as Korn being Pol's family's landlord. Maybe they've been tenants of his for a long time, since his dad was still in charge; maybe they were part of the first territory he controlled while he was working his way up. At any rate, at some point when Pol was growing up Korn said "I have a job for your son if he wants it;" now Pol lives in the fancy house, has nice clothes and all his meals provided, and makes more money than his parents do by a long shot. He's the only one of the main bodyguard squad with a good relationship with his family (Pete and his grandma notwithstanding), which is why he's always on the shared phone.

Thanks for the ask! It was fun to write all this out after carrying it in my head for so long!

[mariellewritesalot]

It's my 9th anniversary on Tumblr 🥳 (since December 2014)

Almost a decade, wow! Excelsior by mariellewritesalot is a writing blog I started as a teenager to fully embrace the fact that I wanted to become a writer. I wanted my own "website" or at least a home for my words. "Excelsior" is my favorite word, and I was a bit obsessed with it back then, given that it meant going ever upward. "mariellewritesalot" was just something I thought of while watching cartoons where one of the characters had "a lot" attached to their name (I believe it was Sir Yipsalot). I could cringe, but honestly, I'm not too bothered enough to change it. Maybe it's part of its charm.

Suffice it to say, this has been my longest relationship so far, haha. We've had our ups and downs, terrible lulls of writer's block when I would be too busy with life or too paralyzed with fear that I'm not good enough to actually post something here.

I started writing early on because I was the kind of child who read everywhere and owned a Kindle since I was 12. I joined essay contests and wrote fan fiction until I was in the middle of my teenage years. I loved Total Girl Philippines, and eventually became a Jr. TG Staff Writer for one week in the summer of 2012. I won a Palanca when I was in senior high school. I dabbled, of course, in campus journalism for many years. Editor-in-Chief for some publications. I wrote news, features, opinions...even UAAP sports! I then created a Facebook page for my blog to expand my audience. I was fortunate enough to land a spot in UP Diliman where I took a certificate course on Malikhaing Pagsulat sa Filipino (loved working on my Filipino writing skills) and eventually, my Bachelor of Arts degree in Philippine Studies, where I also majored in History. I wrote my undergraduate thesis on Filipino food in Filipino-American restaurants based in the United States, guided by my love for Doreen Fernandez essays and curiosities about the diaspora; so I could also help these restaurants map out their histories. During the pandemic, I worked on a practice Young Adult novel called, Don't Write Me Off.

I started working freelance and interning for some publications like PhilStar Life and Esquire Philippines. I've been a part of college organizations in UP Diliman, where I honed my skills in leadership, writing, and research so that I may be able to do talks and workshops about writing in different schools and provinces in the Philippines. Last year, I became a Creative Nonfiction fellow for the 61st Silliman University National Writers Workshop, which has been a dream of mine since, well, I was in high school and deeply obsessed with 'the scene.' I got to belong with my chosen family in the fellows with whom I shared the once-in-a-lifetime experience in Dumaguete. We have since joined the Cebu Art Fair last year with our zine, Saudade: A Study on Longing, which features two of my works. As a collective, we're always collaborating on something. Watch this space!

Nowadays, I'm living somewhere in Spain, and I'm working on my first book. It's a collection. It's (too) vulnerable. I think you'll like it. I believe that I will probably be in pursuit of more knowledge and skills as a writer for the rest of my life, so despite my wanting to be a mysterious private person, I think you'll be hearing (reading?) a lot from me on various platforms. Hopefully.

While we're here, I have something new. Since we're losing Tinyletter next month, which was where I used to send out my newsletter of truly vulnerable, exclusive pieces, I have decided to "move houses" and finally join Substack. I'm going to talk about some facets of my life here in Spain, food, and the usual prose. Essentially, a lot of my stuff will be free to read there, but I would appreciate pledges if you can. I will still update my Tumblr from time to time, of course, seeing as this is my main site. No worries!

This year, I'm also going to work on creating an Instagram account for my writing. I have beautiful plans I can't wait to share with you. I'm hoping you'll come along for the ride.

Thank you, lovers, for this milestone.

Always,

Marielle

[nikkiruncks]

https://www.tumblr.com/hydesjackiespuddinpop/721335669645017088/send-a-for-our-muses-married-life

could you do that for jeia please? 🫶🏻🫶🏻you already know what couple i'm gonna ask haha😭

Who was the one to propose: Jay

Who stressed more over wedding planning: Leia

Who decorated the house: Leia

Who is more organized: Jay

Who initiates bedroom fun: Jay

Who suggested kids first: They had a surprise pregnancy in college.

Who’s more dominant: Both

Who’s the cuddler: Leia

What’s their favorite non-sexual activity: Watching ‘The Bachelor’

Who kills the spiders: Jay (sometimes Leia)

Who falls asleep first: Leia

Who is louder? Jay

Who is more experimental? Jay

Do they fuck or make love? Both

Who is more likely to be caught masturbating? Both

Who comes first? Leia

Who is better at oral and who prefers it? Jay is better at it and Leia prefers it.

Who usually initiates things? Both

Who is more sensitive? Leia

Who has the most patience? Leia

[intolerancecare]

War

Have I told you the story of the water bomb war? I think I already did. Recently, I saw another festival where people play water gun war on the streets. I think its Indonesia. Here in the Philippines we also have one and also in Kuwait.

I've told you about it right?

It was really fun. Water bomb and watergun fights with the neighbours that we don't know. My Kuya shouting WAR at the first shot of water on his gameboy. Us, running inside, filling his two guns with water, kuya Neil coming to us telling again that 2 isn't enough so he took some plastic and told us that these are waterbombs. We run outside with guns and bombs. Laughing and shouting in hapiness. waterfights are better right? I'm not sure with tomatoes but don't you think it's a waste of money? Tomatoes are expensive. Why do they do that? Hmmmm... ugly films? Like those in Rotten Tomatoes?

Life would be better if we choose water over bullets. Haha. Kids like water. When I was a nurse, the school organized an outbound in replace of a field trip. They chose to explore nature rather than tour the establishments and amusement areas for middle school. The children felt so elated when they saw the low tide spring in the middle of the mountain. Everyone folded their pants and dipped their legs while throwing water at each other.

They stopped the outbound when I left for Kuwait. One of our former student who was already in College then had an accident. He drowned while saving a classmate who was swept by the strong current of the flowing river in Bulacan. He died. I remembered seeing him in the clinic. Calling JokJok, his friend, the dentist's son. I also remembered his family whom I met when he was still very young. His cousin was a classmate and also a friend. Their family is very kind and welcoming. They always offer food whenever I come to practice for a play or other group activities required by our teachers. (My house then was very far from them. We are not neighbours) They are neighbours with red ranger :) Nice community but very far.

If you want to try, make sure it's low tide. If you want to make kids happy, include plays with water. It makes them scream with glee. They love water. Have you heard about the book water babies? Maybe I'll search for it. Saw it once somewhere.

[obikinetic]

Tag Game to Better Know You

Tagged by @shywhitemoose!

This is the first time I’ve done one of these, haha. I’ll add a cut so I don’t clog up the feed, it got a little long 😬

What book are you currently reading?

I shamefully have not read a physical book in a hooooot minute. I HAVE, however, read over 2 million words of fanfic since New Years 🥴 I’m in a hellish tomarrymort phase rn. It demands attention. But the last actual book I read was a side-by-side comparative read of Twilight and Midnight Sun, which is such a funny experience if you’re there for simple pleasures. Edward is the most dramatic immortal teen I’ve ever seen in my life.

What’s your favorite movie you saw in theaters this year?

The only movie I actually saw in theaters this year was M3GAN, which was actually very good and fun imo!

What do you usually wear?

I spend the vast majority of my time in my house, so sweatpants and sweatshirts/old t-shirts are my usual attire. If I go out, I’m a jeans/t-shirt or sweater/simple jewelry/makeup kind of gal. My mom has a tendency to dress up a bit when we go somewhere, and I’ve had this behavior imprinted upon me as a result. I have to at least look clean and put together, although I don’t like doing too much.

How tall are you?

I’m 5’4”!

What is your star sign? Do you share a birthday with a celebrity or a historical event?

I’m a Virgo! I share my birthday with P!nk, Martin Freeman, and Bernie Sanders.

Do you go by your name or a nickname?

I don’t have a nickname lol, I just go by my given name.

Did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child?

I honestly had no idea what I wanted to be when I was little. I had a very hazy idea of something medical, but that never went anywhere. I’m too soft for that and couldn’t stand going to school for that long! I ended up going to college for computer science and getting a job in tech, which was a completely random decision I made the last few months of my senior year in hs. Worked out pretty well though!

Are you in a relationship? If not, who is your crush if you have one?

No relationship, no crush…I reiterate, I do not leave my house 😭 My parents are begging me to get out and try to meet someone, but the odds of me finding someone I like in my area are extremely slim and the process is unpleasant at best. One thing about me though is that whenever I start to develop a crush, I create a timeline on my notes app and document every interaction and unhinged thought I have so that I can laugh about it afterwards. I highly recommend it because it’s absolutely hilarious.

What’s something you’re good at vs. something you’re bad at?

Hmm…I’m alright with artistic things depending on what they are, organizing things, and anything involving following directions. I’m bad at being in large social situations, talking seriously about my feelings, and being assertive.

Dogs or cats?

I like both, but I prefer to be around calmer animals. Most cats are calm, so I like them more consistently than dogs! I just don’t like when dogs are super hyper and loud and pushy, it stresses me out a little bit hehe. I own a very anxious and mercurial cat who I love with all my heart 🥰

If you draw/write, or create in any way, what’s your favorite picture/favorite line/favorite etc. from something you created this year?

Ahhhhhh idk…I’ve got a lot of projects that are either almost finished or just sketches, so I feel like I don’t have much to post!! I did this picture of Jimin from BTS when he released his solo album FACE though, and I like how it turned out :)

What’s something you’d like to create content for?

Well. Since I’m in that mess of a tomarrymort phase, I’ve sketched a bunch of stuff from the various fics I’ve read that I would like to clean up and post at some point. I’d also like to delve back into Homestuck and maybe Percy Jackson too - those were middle school favorites of mine and my old notebooks are littered with little doodles. I actually recently decided to make a tumblr for posting all kinds of random fanart besides SW so that I could do that in the future! I haven’t made any posts yet, but if anyone’s interesting in following, I’m @delineate-creates!

What’s something you’re currently obsessed with?

Already mentioned it twice already lmaooooooooo 🫠 Tom Riddle’s evil ass. You wanna know how many random dreams I had with Voldemort in them? Not even just Tom, but Voldemort??? Twelve. And that’s only the ones I could clearly remember. I’ve lost at least that many upon waking. It’s so bad y’all I hate myself.

What’s something exciting you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year?

I don’t wanna say disappointing because I liked the show for the most part, but I was sad that there was no mention of Cas at all in the Supernatural prequel The Winchesters…like they literally had his adoptive-son-new-God show up, but I can’t even get a name drop??? Please 😭 Dean’s reappearance healed my finale-related trauma though, so I can’t complain much.

What’s a hidden talent of yours?

It’s not necessarily a talent because I had to force myself through years of toil and practice to gain my skills, but I’m actually surprisingly good at softball..? Like considering my personality and disdain for physical activities, you just wouldn’t consider me to be a sports person. Which I’m not really. But even more than that, I’m not a quitter! So after my parents sank some money into equipment and made a few comments about the lessons sports would teach me, I proceeded to grit my teeth and grind through twelve years of travel tournaments and conditioning. And my hs team won states and got runner up twice, so I think I did alright. Glad it’s over now though, I was not built for that stuff.

Are you religious?

Alright now…don’t judge me too bad for this y’all…I’m a pretty devout Christian. You probably wouldn’t think that from my posts, but this is really the only place I let myself act like a normal 20-something person and let loose a little. Irl I don’t go out much, am pretty reserved, attend church every week, have only verbally cursed once in my whole life on accident, and have never had an alcoholic drink. I even teach my church’s elementary Sunday school class. But I absolutely do NOT agree with the alt-right kind of Christianity, and I’m doing my best to teach my kids to be loving and accepting people that we can all be proud of instead of bigoted and small-minded. Please know that I won’t ever ever try to push my religion on any of y’all, especially since so many have been hurt by those that weaponize it. I am so, so sorry they made you feel that way and it sickens me. As naive and lukewarm as this sounds, I really do just want everyone to be happy and feel loved :(

Well. I sure know how to bring the mood down, lmao. Anyway, if anyone read all of that, thanks for listening! I don’t think I’m gonna tag anyone because I could never make a decision, but if you’d like to post as well, then please tag me so I can get to know you!!!

[georgiaheartsdilfs]

→ you're different kai p x f!reader

my masterlist ↪M A S T E R L I S T

prompt ↪"listen,  i’ve lost a lot of people in my life, given i killed them, but,  i learned how to deal with it...you’re different.  i can’t take it if it’s you."

warnings / other notes ↪ organs named / like in a killing way

I wasn't exactly a friend of Kai, he had protected me often and I don't know why. He hated Elena and I was Elena's friend, I had assumed that instead of protecting me he'd kill me... or try to.

I'd be caught in the crossfire and instead of killing my friends he'd always save me, I just couldn't think of a reason why. I was like my friends, a vampire although I was maybe a couple of years older than them it didn't make me any different.

Damon had always protected me, given I was one of his oldest friends but Kai, he was a whole new level. No one could touch me and if they could he would put them through an eternity of pain and suffering in just five minutes.

"Damon" I mumble looking around the house "Where is Kai?" I ask "he had some psycho killing spree booked for the next ten minutes." Damon mumbles, he had been sitting around waiting for Elena to get back from College.

Sitting down next to him "Well, I guess that makes us both lonely" folding my arms "you ever wonder why Kai protects you all the time, it's kinda of creepy." Damon says turning his head to face me.

"I mean yeah sometimes but like it's Kai he always does stuff without reason, he also merged with Luke gaining emotions so it could be that." I shrug, I hadn't thought of it much, I just accepted that he'd protect me until the day he dies.

"it's just weird, this psychotic guy only cares about one person in the world and kills everyone else..." Damon says "thats cheap" Elena says swinging the door open and Damon runs over to her picking her up and spinning her around before kissing her.

"what's cheap" Kai says walking through the door "why did you two come together?" Damon says putting Elena down before looking between the both of them "Well, Kai suggested that he'd come pick me up so he could come kill Stefan." Elena said "haha funny, seriously Elena why is he here?" Damon says.

"don't be so rude Damon." I cross my arms standing up, Kai turns to face me and waves "Hi Kai" I smile "Why are you here though? What happened to the killing spree." I ask him and he rolls his eyes "I didn't have the heart to kill Josie or Liv, this stupid merge with Luke has ruined every." he mumbles.

"Then I saw Elena and assumed that she needed a ride home, so I stole a car and here we are." He says swinging his arms in the air "fantabulous" I smile.

"I'm going for a walk" I say walking off "So you don't want to hang out?" Kai asks "not really." smiling at him I walk past him, Elena and Damon.

He jogs up behind me "you're not worried of who could kill you?" he asks in a slightly concerned tone "why would i when i have the gemini coven leader" I mock him "haha funny" he mumbles.

"I'm serious, your timing is impeccably scary." I look at him as we walk down the long driveway "the only thing im worried of is how a 53 year old can still walk around without back pain." I say jokingly and he chuckles.

"i've never heard you laugh" I say looking at his side profile and he continues to walk "well I only laugh when I find my siblings and rip out their livers, spleens." he shrugs.

"you never fail to make my stomach turn, and not in the good way." I say as we reach the end of the driveway. Mystic Falls wasn't my home, I lived here sure but there were many other places I had lived in my 328 years of living.

"Well, well, well Mystic Falls" he dusts his hands off, a lady walks by and with the raise of his hand, her leg snaps aswell as her neck "oops" he says covering his mouth because he was laughing.

Turning towards the town centre people walk by, only few of them living at the hand of 'the great leader', "why haven't you killed me, you could easily do it." I mumble, Damon's words repeating in my mind.

"Because it's funny watching you drown in self-pity" he laughs as we walk into a store and he grabs roasted almonds "although i don't doubt that, what's the real reason?" I ask him, following him around the store as he walks out with a pack of almonds and chips.

"because i don't feel like killing the only person who enjoys my company" he rolls his eyes as we walk towards Mystic Falls Highschool walking into the gym "now why are we here?" I had so many questions.

"The person I'm suppose to kill is suppose to be here, in a few minutes" he smiles ripping the bag of chips open, stuffing his face.

I sit opposite to him and he places the bag of chips dow rubbing his hands together "a penny for your thoughts, sunshine." he says with a grin "you're lying, why don't you kill me. If it was my last wish to be killed by you, I know you won't do it because I enjoy your company, why wont you do it?" I lean towards him.

He stares me dead in the eye before sighing "and how did my walk turn into ur stakeout" I mumble. He sighs before sitting back, the grin on his face disappearing "now isn't the time, I think Luke wants to come out." he clears his throat "that's no excuse" I say, my index finger raising at him.

Looking down at his ring, he begins to play with it anxiously. This behaviour certainly wasn't the confident, cocky Kai I've known for a few years, then he looked down.

"listen,  i’ve lost a lot of people in my life, given i killed them, but,  i learned how to deal with it...you’re different.  i can’t take it if it’s you." he mutters under his breath, and I almost couldn't hear it until he looked back up at me.

Someone bursts through the door and without a word he stands up clenching his fist and a head came off, of course this didn't surprise me. The Kai Parker I knew would have gone for a more painful less quick method, I suppose he was flustered and wanted to do something to make it less awkward. "you're different" I say as he spins around, the blood splatter was on his face as he licked his lips. "how am I different? you're the one being different." he says waving his arms at me.

"why can't you take it if it's me, I could take it if it was you." I shrug "ouch thanks" he says walking off "no that's not a passage to leave" I grab his hand and he recoils at my touch.

"fine, ever since this stupid merge, I've been feeling things, things I don't want to, I resent it. I was fine with any of Luke's qualities besides the fact that he felt things, now look at me." he says waving his arms up and down my body.

"I'm a sociopath, with feelings, and I can't even think of killing someone who I barely know yet I could think about killing my sisters, all the time." he says before walking off.

"what does it mean? what are you feeling." I ask him and he continues to walk "Malachai?" I say and he stops "you're 53 years old, you still hate your siblings eve if your the coven leader yet you can't kill a measly vampire when you killed your whole coven..." I say in disbelief. "I don't believe some feelings would prevent you from killing me..." I continue and he spins around slowly "well it's true, you don't need to believe me. I don't want to feel this way, I'm sure it will go away." he looks down "how long?" I ask him "what?" I ask.

"how long have you realised you couldn't kill me." my lips dry as he eyes me up and down "i'd always thought about killing you, maybe in a less brutal way... before the merge. Now, I don't even like seeing you in danger, in fact, I hate it more than anything in the world. I just don't know why." he says.

"do you want to kill me." I state, even though it wasn't a statement at all it was more of a question, "of course I don't" he says. "you're so different, and I didn't even notice."

[randomshyperson]

Like You Do - Wanda Maximoff - College Au

Summary: "Reader being a popular Masc Female in College, who plays a sport and also has a good amount of followers on IG for Singing and plays the guitar. Wanda happens to transfer into the same college and accidentally bumps into Reader." Anon Request from @mionemymind

Warnings: (+16), kissing, teasing, sexual content, college au, fluff, bit of angst, light smut, brief enemies to lovers, sexual tension.

Y/A: My friend @mionemymind exchange some anon request with me, and this happen. I hope she and everyone else likes it haha. It's been a while since i last wrote high schooll/college aus but i think it's not horrible. Btw, let me know if I should write more of this. Name of the fic is based on "Like You Do" by Joji, that also inspired me to write Wanda x reader relationship in this.

Words: 7.965 (One-Shot)

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//-//-//-//-//

Non Reader’s Pov

Wanda wasn't exactly excited about joining New York University, but she had no choice, so she had better find something worthwhile in this place.

She had to apply for a transfer from the Federal University of Sokovia, together with her twin brother, Pietro, because their parents were moving, starting a new life in America. And well, with the current situation in their home country, there was no chance of the twins surviving alone during their university period.

That's how she ended up moving to a new country, a new house, and a new university.

But she was trying to stay positive about everything.

Pietro was in high spirits, and had even made some American friends online, and he assured Wanda that he would introduce her to all those people so that she would not feel out of place.

Wanda only wished that the year would end soon.

After everything was organized, from moving to all the necessary paperwork, Wanda was finally on her way to NYU. Or more precisely, her father was driving her and Pietro to the main building, so that they could check into the dorms properly.

"Wandy, when you're done, come meet the friends that I told you about." Pietro asked his sister as soon as he had left the brunette's last box of belongings on the floor of the girls' dormitory, many minutes after their father had already said their goodbyes and left.

"Sure, Piete. I'll meet you outside." She answered her brother, smiling as he gave her a kiss on the cheek in farewell.

Turning toward her room, she sighed lightly. There was a lot of packing to do, and she hoped her roommate wouldn't mind the amount of rock posters she brought.

She was just finishing up when a girl stumbled into the room, throwing her jacket on the empty bed.

"Hey, newbie, welcome!" She greeted quickly, looking for something on the bookshelves while Wanda recovered from the slight startle at the sudden entrance.

"Hi." Wanda said half-heartedly, looking at the girl curiously.

The girl took a camera that looked very expensive from the topmost shelf and turned to the girl as she hung the object around her neck.

"I'm Darcy Lewis, by the way. Nice to meet you, but I can't talk right now." She warned quickly. "I need to run and take a picture of my project before she disappears again."

"Okay...?" Wanda started but the girl was already leaving the room. She blinked in confusion. Had the girl said "she" when referring to a project?

Overcome by her curiosity, Wanda followed the girl out of the dorm.

Darcy didn't leave through the entrance, but went around the corridors through the back exit, and Wanda eventually reached an area that looked like some kind of outdoor gym shared with the men's dormitory building, which was visible from the opposite side.

Darcy disappeared among the small crowd of students ahead, and Wanda frowned as she walked around them to the side and caught sight of what they were looking at.

It was a girl and a boy, clearly trying to figure out which of the two could hold on to the iron bar the longest.

"Rogers, we know you're going to lose!" The girl warned with a breathless smile, clearly from the physical effort. Wanda noticed how the girls in the crowd were glancing at both the boy's and the girl's defined abs.

"Shut up." Grumbled the boy, but his arms were shaking and it wasn't long before he fell on his feet. But he was laughing lightly as he wiped the sweat off his face, and watched the other girl gracefully release the bar. "Damn, Y/N, thirty minutes. How did you do it?"

"Super Soldier serum." Joked the girl making the boy and the crowd laugh. When the sound of laughter echoed, the girl gave a shy little smile, not seeming to enjoy the attention as much as her friend, who fiddled with his hair and waved slightly to the girls who came over to greet him.

Wanda crossed her arms, her gaze lingering longer than she wanted to admit on the other girl's exposed abdomen before she quickly turned away when the girl looked at her. Wanda turned toward Darcy the next moment.

"Who's that?" she asked her colleague, who was checking the pictures she had taken.

Darcy glanced at Wanda quickly before turning her attention back to the camera.

"Sin in human form." Ironized the girl, making Wanda laugh lightly. The brunette stretched to take a peek at the pictures, the vast majority being just images of the training and the challenge, focusing on the girl instead of the boy.

"She's your project then?"

"Yep." Darcy confirmed, handing the camera over for Wanda to get a better look at the photos. "I don't do sports, or physical activity. It's just not my thing. But gym is mandatory for the first three semesters, so I needed an alternative project." She explains. "The professor asked me to photograph the athletes for the article in the health magazine that's coming out next month."

"Those pictures are really good." Wanda comments as she looks at the camera. Even for athletics photography, they are really very nice.

"Thank you." Darcy speaks, accepting the camera back the next moment and turning off the device. "Come on, I'll show you around."

Wanda resists the urge to take one last look at the two jocks who were now surrounded by girls as she turned to leave. She didn't notice that the girl looked at her.

//-//

Reader’s Pov

You were really late this time.

And it wasn't even your fault that Coach Okoye wanted to review the game strategy in the middle of the hallway before your Literature period. And the woman was only satisfied after you could correctly recite the moves you had rehearsed for the game that night.

Sometimes you hated being captain of the team.

Distracted and more concerned about not being even more late than you already were, you let out a grunt of pain when you bumped into someone as you turned down the hall toward Mr. Fury's classroom.

"Shit, sorry." You asked quickly as you stopped the girl from falling to the ground by holding her by the waist. At least you had quick reflexes. Your thought was interrupted when the girl pushed you away with an angry grimace.

"Don't you watch where you're going, girl?" She retorted angrily, her strong accent surprising you momentarily. You frowned at the hostility, watching her bend down to pick up the books that fell with the bump. But your expression softened the next moment when you recognized her.

You had first seen her a few weeks ago, at one of the resistance challenges that your best friend, and fellow track team member, Steve Rogers, has been doing with you.

The attention you ended up getting from the girls, and even the guys, who came to watch these challenges and all your competitions, was not exactly something you enjoyed, since it seemed like those people were only interested in your physical appearance. Steve didn't mind, but he had been dating Bucky Barnes for two years, so he was immune to the superficial charm that the girls were trying with him.

But you were single. And very available. And unfortunately, every time you gave any of those girls a chance, all they wanted was a one-night stand, and maybe to use you as their hot girlfriend trophy, while all you expected was someone intense and special, like you were.

That girl was new at NYU, you knew all the others in the crowd, or at least you had seen them all before. And this new girl didn't even look at you. And then she left without talking to anyone but your classmate Darcy, who happened to be friends with Carol Danvers' girlfriend's sister, which means that Darcy was a not so close friend.

"Sorry, but I don't think we've met before." You add as you bend down to help the girl with her books. She smiles begrudgingly as she accepts the two volumes of chemistry and biology that you hand her. "I'm..."

"I know who you are." She interrupts you impatiently as you both stand again, and she presses the books against her chest. You raise your eyebrow slightly. "The whole campus knows you."

"Okay... " You mumble half-heartedly. "And what is your name?"

"Why is that relevant?"

You let out a nasal laugh.

"I just asked your name, I don't need a reason." You retort as you put your hands in your pockets.

"If there’s no reason, you don't need to know." She retorts and you find yourself staring. She is beautiful. No, she is stunning. Her green eyes, her brown hair. The appearance is almost intimidating, her style is very similar to the girls at the rock bar you frequent with Carol Danvers, your childhood friend.

"Is basic etiquette a good enough reason?" You ask wryly, finding amusement in the stubbornness of the stranger.

"Depends." She retorts. "Do you have a need to conform to social standards?"

You bite back your smile.

"No, not really." You reply next, and the girl rolls her eyes.

You were about to add that you were just curious, but the girl sighed impatiently and sidestepped you, heading down the hall. Your gaze immediately followed her until she disappeared around the corner, but she didn't look back. You would like to say that you cared about the class, but all you could think about was your encounter with the girl.

//-//

Twenty-eight.

Twenty-nine.

Thirty.

You gasped slightly as the mental count of push-ups came to an end.

Warm-up practice for the game was always the worst.

The bleachers were a complete mess, but you tried to ignore the deep feeling of hope at seeing the stranger in the crowd.

Unfortunately, the coach asked you to replay the strategy with the team again, and you had to pay attention to what she was saying instead of who was arriving at the stadium.

A short time later, you were on the field. And any kind of distraction like a pretty girl was not allowed.

//-//

Non-Readers Pov

Wanda handed the packet of snacks to Natasha Romanoff when she noticed the outstretched hand at her side, and the redhead gave her a grateful smile.

Sports weren't exactly Wanda's thing, but since all the friends Pietro got her were going, she had to keep up. She would rather be in her room, drawing or playing guitar, or even resting after all that studying, but she was here. In the full bleachers of NYU, the cold late afternoon air making her wish she had said no, and chosen her blankets instead.

"Hey, I guess the Maximoffs haven't met the star of the team yet, have they?" Nat commented loudly to the rest of the group. Pietro was sitting with Monica Rambeau in the front seat, and Darcy Lewis in the next seat. In the seat to Wanda's right was Nat, and next to the redhead was her girlfriend, Maria Hill, and with that Wanda was in the last seat on the end. At least she had a quick escape route.

Wanda frowned slightly.

"My project is a wonderful thing, isn't she?" Darcy adds with a smile, her gaze on the field. Pietro turns in his seat to look at his sister and the other two girls.

"Who are you talking about, Tasha?" He asks and Nat gives a little giggle.

"The female version of Troy Bolton, of course!" She replies and the comment makes the twins look at her with confusion while the other girls laugh. "The captain of the team, Y/N/ Y/L/N. She's our friend too if you ask me, but she's been busy because of the matches. We haven't been able to introduce you guys yet."

"Which one is it?" Pietro asked and Nat squirmed in her chair and squinted her eyes slightly toward the field, as if trying to spot the girl. "The one over there who's putting on a push-up show for everyone to see."

Wanda rolled her eyes, grabbing some of the popcorn that Maria offered her while Nat showed Pietro who the girl was.

"Wow, she's hot." The boy then remarked, and Darcy gave a chuckle.

"Back off, Maximoff." Warned the girl. "I saw her first."

Pietro giggled awkwardly, and Wanda made a mental note to tease him later about how he seemed embarrassed by the jealous look Monica threw him when he made the comment.

"Wanda has already met her." Darcy then adds, and Wanda's eyes widen for a moment. Met was a strong word. The group looks at her expectantly, as if expecting her to tell a great story, but Wanda just shrugs, turning her attention back to the popcorn.

"She almost knocked me to the ground, I don't know if I call that getting to know someone." Grumbled the girl, getting confused looks from Nat, Maria and Pietro, but getting a chuckle from Darcy.

"Oh yeah, and Wanda didn't even want to tell the girl her name." Darcy teases with an insinuating smile. "Sounds like a love story if you ask me. The classic enemies to lovers."

Wanda felt her face heat up, and threw some popcorn in her friend's lap while telling her to shut up. Darcy just laughed lightly, turning her attention back to the game that was about to begin.

"If you give it a chance, I'm sure you'll like her, Wanda." Nat then added, causing the brunette to look at her curiously. "Y/N may look like someone else at first glance, but she's a sweetheart really. You'll understand when you see her play."

Wanda raised her eyebrow.

"Play?"

Maria giggles, nudging her girlfriend in the rib to get her to lean against the seat so that Wanda can see her.

"Y/N plays on some weekends at the Avengers bar in Brooklyn." Maria counters. "She's really good, and since Danvers started blogging her performances, she's become pretty popular all over campus. We're all going on Saturday to see her play, and I think you guys should come too, Maximoffs."

Pietro agreed excitedly, commenting about being eager to see new places in New York, but Wanda swallowed dryly. She didn't understand why this information made her heart race. She didn't even know the girl, but the image of her with a guitar and the same smile she gave her in the hallway invaded her head, and she didn't like the butterflies in her stomach.

Disguising it as much as she could, she tried to join in the conversation about the bets for the game when her friends started talking.

//-//

Reader’s Pov

Playing in front of a lot of people always makes you anxious.

But the feeling was good, though.

You smiled at the encouraging looks from Carol in the crowd as you looked at her in farewell before moving to the back of the pub and walking toward the stage.

Gamora, the bartender, greeted you with a kiss on the cheek as you passed her while she was walking through the backdoor to start her shift, and you laughed half-heartedly when she tapped your butt to wish you a good performance.

"You're lucky I'm taken, cutie." She joked making you blush as you walked up the backstairs.

"I'll tell Quill you said that." You retort in the same tone and she laughs before turning toward the bar.

Rushing to grab the guitar you had left stored at the back of the stage earlier, you hang the instrument on your torso, and walk to the stage after being announced by the clerk.

Most of the people who have filled the bar are your classmates, but even the general crowd seems excited to see you again.

You nodded slightly as you sat down on the stool prepared for you, raising your hands to place the microphone in front of you and at the level of your mouth.

"Good evening, Avengers." You repeated the standard greeting for all introductions. "I hope you are all well. Today I'm going to start with something quieter, and then I'll take your requests. I hope you enjoy it."

You smiled at the applause and settled back in your seat before you began. Freaks by Surf Curse had become one of your favorite songs over the past few weeks, and because of its rapid popularization, many of your classmates recognized the melody and the first few verses quickly, letting out exclamations of excitement.

You smiled shyly as you sang, keeping your eyes closed to enjoy the music better.

When you risked looking into the crowd, you almost hit the wrong notes.

The girl from the hall was in the first row, and your gaze met hers immediately. She looked just as beautiful as she did that day, now with a ponytail that left her neck exposed. You shouldn't think about this now because you were playing in front of one hundred people, but you can't help it.

Your gaze stayed on her until the song was over, and you knew your legs were shaking because she looked back the whole time.

On the last note, you gave her a wink and she rolled her eyes, from that distance you couldn't notice the redness in her cheeks.

When the music requests began, you could no longer find her in the crowd because she moved to the bar, and stood with her back to the stage, appearing to chat animatedly with a boy you didn't know.

//-//

Carol met you at the back of the stage just as you finished thanking the applause and left, the next independent band the bar owner called already ready to continue the show.

"Damn, girl, I swear, you get hotter every time you get up on that stage!" Complimented your friend with a light shove on your shoulder, causing you to giggle awkwardly as you put your guitar away.

"Please, if I don't do it, she will." Carol jokes making you roll your eyes in embarrassment. "By the way, Monica is here tonight. She and Nat want you to meet some friends."

"Oh, that's great." You say. "I haven't been hanging out with Tasha in a while."

Carol murmurs in understanding looking around as you exit the back, looking for something. She lets out a contented exclamation and nods toward the bar, and you follow her gaze to notice Nat and Maria Hill with two glasses of drink in hand, toasting quickly before turning, their gaze amused toward Carol.

"You guys got an early start, eh, girls." Carol comments as soon as she catches up with them. The girls smile, and you exchange a wink with Gamora who is pouring the drinks before greeting your friends.

"It's good to see you." You said gently to your friends.

"I say the same dear, it's been a while since we talked." Nat says leaning against the bar. "Darcy didn't come today, but she sent her regards. And I have to introduce you to the Maximoffs, but I gotta find them first." She told you, her gaze wandering around the place.

"Wanda said she had already met you, but you probably haven't talked to Pietro yet." Maria added and you frowned slightly. You don't remember talking to any Wanda Maximoff, and a name like that wouldn't be easily forgotten.

"Ah, here they come, I think Monica was showing them around." Nat announces next and you turn your head in the direction she was pointing.

You really hadn't met the guy, Pietro. He was tall and good-looking, and his hand was entwined in Monica's as they approached. You wish you could have matched their smile, but you were staring like an idiot at the girl who was Wanda Maximoff. The same one who refused to introduce herself and who exchanged glances with you the whole show, and who now seemed embarrassed by your presence.

"It's nice to finally meet you, the girls just kept talking about how cool you are." Pietro mentioned as soon as you greeted each other, and you gave an awkward little laugh.

"I doubt it, but thanks." You replied, making Nat roll her eyes as she confirmed Pietro's words.

You swallowed dryly when Wanda stopped in front of you, her expression was indecipherable to say the least.

"Hello again." You tried to joke but she didn't smile.

"Hi." She murmured and you moved closer to greet her with a kiss on the cheek, but she moved at the same time, and you quickly pulled away when your noses almost touched. Feeling your face heat up, you apologized clumsily, while the girl looked at you with a mixture of curiosity and embarrassment.

"My god, that is Thor and Loki!" Shouted Carol excitedly suddenly, breaking the small moment between you and Wanda. You looked away from the girl in front of you to your friend only to witness her open her arms to embrace the boys who were arriving.

They were NYU classmates, but they were seniors, and almost never available to come to the Avengers bar. They were much more Carol's clique than yours, but you still enjoyed their company.

They greeted everyone quickly, and Carol joined in a conversation with them to update them on the gossip of the second year, and you tried to disguise your nervousness around the Maximoff girl as Nat pushed Wanda and Pietro toward you again.

"So, let me introduce you guys properly." Nat began, sounding tipsy. "Wanda and Pietro are exchange students from Sokovia, and they are absolutely amazing." She counters, making the twins giggle awkwardly.

This is the first time you hear Wanda laugh, and the sound makes your stomach flip. That can't be a good sign. "They're freshmen, so unfortunately we won't be taking the same classes, but the big boy here is going to try out for the track team next year, so you'll get to be jocks together." She comments with amusement, making you smile. You tell Pietro that the idea is great, and that the track team sure needs new athletes, since Barry Allen and Jesse Quick have graduated.

"I was part of the team in Sokovia, but when I transferred, enrollment was already over." He explains. "I can't wait to get back to running."

"I'm not part of the racing team, but we can train together." You say. "The gym is shared among the athletes, and I think you'll like meeting my teammates."

Pietro agrees with a smile, and you turn your gaze to Nat, who seems to have more to say.

"Well, you already know Wanda." She remarks and you smile shyly, risking a glance at the girl next to Nat, but Wanda doesn't hold your gaze. She seems almost impatient for this conversation to come to an end soon. "She's not on any team, but I hear she's joining the art club isn't she, Wands?"

Wanda just nods and Nat giggles, saying that now that you all know each other, you can all be friends. She turns to the bar next, and you want to ask why Wanda seems uneasy, but as she notices your gaze, her expression changes to one of almost challenge.

"I didn't think you were shy." She accuses and you frown slightly.

"I..."

"It' s not really your style." She interrupts and your friend seems too busy with her next drink to care about the conversation, and Pietro seems to have been distracted by whatever Monica whispered in his ear, walking away soon after.

"My style?"

Wanda murmurs softly, putting her hands in her pockets.

"Popular. Good looking. Athlete." She lists with sarcasm. You raise your eyebrow. "Even the guitar thing."

"Did you just say I'm pretty?" You retort with a corner smile and Wanda rolls her eyes.

"Of all things, you only listened to that?"

You laughed softly.

"Well, I think you're very pretty too, Wanda Maximoff." You hit back with a confidence you don't usually have, but something about this girl wakes your courage. You appreciate the way her cheeks blush. "And I think I'm going to believe you meant that my shyness is a good thing."

Wanda looks at you for a few seconds and then there is a small smile at the corner of her lips.

"It depends, really." She hits back by propping her elbow on the wood of the bar. You move closer to mimic the movement as you mutter "of what exactly," ignoring the way your heart speeds up at Wanda's intense gaze on you. "Whether you are shy because your head is empty, or because it is too full."

Her words surprise you slightly. You stare at her in silence for a moment before speaking:

"I think you will have to get to know me better to find out."

Wanda stares back at you with the same intensity, and you think you're imagining it when her gaze strays to your lips, but you don't have time to invest in that possibility, because Carol is back, commenting animatedly on Thor's invitation to spend the summer vacation at a ski lodge as she throws her arms around your shoulders, and you giggle awkwardly, trying to push her away. You don't notice the almost disappointed look Wanda gives you both before turning her face toward Pietro.

By the time you look for her again, she is already talking to her brother again, and you think it best to say goodbye to Nat and take Carol back to her place before she gets drunk enough to have Maria kick your ass for not taking care of her girlfriend as you promised.

//-//

Non Readers Pov

Wanda needs to find a peaceful place to study.

With the end-of-semester exams coming up, the library is too crowded, and the girl’s dorms are always noisy.

She asks Darcy about somewhere more isolated, but it doesn't go as planned, and all she gets is an insinuating look and a giggle from the other girl, saying that "the quiet ones are always the worst" before she hurries off to turn in her overdue papers.

So Wanda is forced to walk around the campus in search of an empty area while carrying her books and laptop to study.

Fifteen minutes later she finds an empty space in one of the outdoor gardens, she enjoys the open air while sitting on the grass.

She was engaged in reading an article about American independence when she heard a noise of people laughing in the distance.

Looking away from the paper, she looked forward quickly, and could notice a group gathering around one of the tables.

In the center of the group, she recognized the person she had been trying to put out of her mind for almost two weeks, ever since she saw you play at the bar.

Honestly, maybe it was Wanda's fault.

She could have ignored her own curiosity, and wrapped up your short performance as yous one interaction, but she looked for more.

The same night of the show, as soon as you left without saying goodbye, which hurt Wanda's ego quickly, the brunette searched for more.

She casually asked Natasha about the videos she had said her friend posted, and wasted no time in looking at her instagram, only to catch a glimpse of you playing and singing almost all of her favorite songs in a way that made her whole body shiver.

But Wanda would not admit this to anyone.

Especially not to you, who as soon as you received the notification of the new follower, you tried to strike up a conversation with Wanda, but the brunette wouldn't budge.

All you two had exchanged were sarcastic and provocative comments, but still, you insisted on wishing "good morning, stalker" every day now, because Wanda had accidentally liked an old photo, and she blushed with embarrassment every time you remembered her.

What intrigued Wanda was your gentle and playful personality, contrary to all the pre-judgments she made. Wanda expected you to be as shallow as your fellow athletes she had met, Tony Stark or Clint Barton for example, but you only proved her otherwise.

Any literary, musical or movie references that Wanda used to tease were either understood, or the you would just send a shy "I don't know this, but I trust your taste. I'll add it to my list, and let you know what I think once I'm done.". Wanda didn't want to admit it, but being proven wrong was delightful.

That's why as soon as she noticed you across campus, she took her attention away from her books to grab her cell phone, and open her instagram chat, not being able to help but smile at the last message where she teased you about a Shakespeare quote only to receive a "stop making me blush during practice, I have a reputation," to send another message.

She quickly typed out a "you really are a cliché of the popular jock, aren't you?" before looking forward, expecting to see the reaction.

She bit her lips as she watched you take your attention away from the conversation to go through your pockets. And she felt her face flush when you smiled immediately, lifting your gaze to look for her. When you saw her, you smiled even wider. And then you were typing.

"And you're the cliché of the cute nerd I suppose." Wanda focused on her cell phone again, thinking that being called cute affected her more than it should have. You typed again.

I've heard that the best couples are like that.

Wanda felt her heart skip a beat. Biting back a smile, she blocked the device, and put it away in her backpack.

She lied to herself that she was going to study, even though her attention was not on her books at all.

//-//

Reader’s Pov

As the week of final exams began, you were a nervous wreck.

And well, the one thing that always made you relax was music.

You knew you needed to review some content, but there was no way you could do it with such a full head.

Your roommate was Maria Rambeau, and she was studying and hated noise, so you just nodded slightly before leaving the dorm with your guitar hanging on your back.

You were looking for a quiet place when your gaze recognized a figure in the distance.

Wanda seemed to get more beautiful every time you looked at her.

It was unfair really.

It's been a few weeks since the show, and well, you like to believe that you had some kind of friendship now.

Since you didn't have classes together, because you were a sophomore and she was a junior, you usually only talked by text message.

Or rather, she would send you teasing and sarcastic comments, and sometimes even flirtations that left you feeling awkward and intrigued. You didn't mind sharing, but Wanda seemed to have a little difficulty opening up to you. It wasn't a problem, you were so interested that it was almost pathetic. You would wait as long as it took for her to allow you to get to know her.

And well, you hoped she would be bothered that you interrupted her study session with your presence, so you just sat down at one of the free tables a few feet away, and took the guitar off your back to tune it before playing.

Letting your hands rest on the guitar, you looked back at Wanda.

She was focused on her book, her frown slightly frowning and her brown hair cascading down the side of her face. She was wearing a wine dress, and the black leather jacket thrown on at her side. Damn, she looked so pretty in any outfit. You loved how her style reflected her personality, although you felt that as aggressive as her leather boots might look, Wanda wasn't like that. She just seemed intense, and you wished you knew her completely.

Leaving your thoughts on the brunette, you began to move your fingers over the strings, your brain deciding on the melody before you even thought of it.

You closed your eyes, murmuring the beginning of Cinnamon Girl by Lana del Rey, letting the music envelop you.

Wanda looked away from the notebook as soon as she heard the sounds of the first notes. She felt her heart race as she found the source.

A shy smile escaped her lips immediately when she noticed you, playing with her eyes closed. She wondered if you had seen her there, but it would be too much of a coincidence if not.

She propped her face in her hand and her elbow on her thigh as she looked up at you. Your husky timbre brought sensations that she knew were dangerous, but she didn't care.

When you sang "Like if you hold me without hurting me, You'll be the first who ever did" she wondered if you meant it. If it was just a random song, or if you were really meaning something. She wanted to know what you were actually telling her.

And so she closed the notebooks, and put them in her purse before getting up.

You kept your eyes closed, even though you could hear noises of footsteps and then sounds of someone sitting down at the table in front of you.

It took another moment before you reached the end, and as you played the last notes, you opened your eyes. Wanda was watching you sing, a shy smile as your gaze met hers. It was a good thing that the song came to an end, you think you would have missed the notes if she had been looking at you like that the whole time.

"Did I disturb you?" you ask as soon as you finish, leaning your arms on the wood of the guitar and your head on your forearm. You didn't know it, but Wanda thought that you were looking really cute.

"Oh, yes, I can't study with noise." She replied in a playful tone, her gaze lingering on yours a moment longer before she looked away.

"Sorry about that." You added shyly. Wanda looked at you curiously as she noticed your tone. "I...I needed a little reassurance. The music, it...helps me calm my thoughts."

Wanda gave you an understanding smile, and you think you should stop staring before she thinks you're weird, so you look away to the table.

"Are you taking requests?" She asked with a mixed tone of mockery and curiosity, and you nodded with a smile. Wanda made a thoughtful expression. "I listen to depressing songs when I'm studying. I think it fits."

You giggled, adjusting your posture to play.

"Okay, Wanda." You sighed lightly before running your fingers over the strings, trying to think of a song. "I'll try something...I...you can go back to studying, I'll get nervous if you stare at me." You state half-heartedly, feeling your cheeks heat up as Wanda gives you a little smile, her gaze lingering on you for a moment before she begins to remove the notebooks and books to place on the table as you drag your fingers across the strings to remember the notes exactly.

You cleared your throat before you started to play Cherry Wine by Hozier, and it seems that Wanda recognized the melody immediately, because she stopped the movement of her pencil and raised her eyes to you. You just gave her a little corner smile before you started to sing.

Humming the most romantic verses makes your stomach turn, but you don't look away when the words "It's a crime, that she's not around most of the time" come out, because you want to tell Wanda that you wish she was around you all the time, and that she would give you a chance to get to know her completely.

The brunette looks away as the song comes to an end, and you think she looks adorable with her flushed cheeks, but you don't have time to say so, because there is someone approaching the next minute, and you are slightly startled.

"Wow, you were amazing. I follow you on instagram, but you are even more gorgeous in real life." The stranger quickly compliments you, and you blinked in confusion as you stared back at the girl. She looked about your age and was holding her cell phone, and she started saying something about her friends visiting the university this week, and inviting you to a party and then there's a small group of people approaching the table and you have a hard time keeping up with it all.

You try to handle the pictures they ask for, and politely decline the invitations, feeling slightly overwhelmed.

Everything seems to get worse when you look away only to notice Wanda gathering her belongings quickly, and leaving the table without looking back.

You frown, but she doesn't turn around when you call her name.

"Sorry, excuse me." You say quickly as you push the strangers' touch away, gesturing quickly to cross the small crowd and run after Wanda.

Unfortunately you can't find her anywhere, and you feel very unhappy at the interruption.

//-//

Shared Pov.

Wanda knew she was being childish.

Ignoring your messages, and all your attempts to make her talk or laugh.

Even avoiding Natasha, Maria and even Pietro's invitations to outings she knew you would be on.

She wasn't going to admit that it was because she was jealous.

Because the idea was absurd. You didn't even know each other properly. She couldn't be jealous of what wasn't hers.

And clearly, you were not. All those girls, and all those compliments, all the touching.

Wanda felt her skin boil with anger. It wasn't the first time she was thinking about the last occasion when you were together, and you were singing to her, before you were interrupted.

Who did that stranger think she was? Wanda was ready to talk to you. To share, or even just enjoy your company. And then there were people stealing all your attention.

With a frown on her face, she sat in the cafeteria, a book in her left hand and an iced tea in the other.

The week of exams came to an end, and she was spending the last Saturday on campus before returning home, as summer vacation was to begin next week.

Wanda knew that the building was empty this way because the final game of the basketball championship was about to take place, and well, all her friends insisted that she go, but she didn't accept.

And now she was here, alone in the dorm cafeteria, trying to convince herself that she wasn't thinking about you. Not at all.

She must have read for about fifteen minutes before she was disturbed.

"You're hard to find."

Wanda almost fell off her chair when your voice broke into her ears. You had a shy smile on your face, and your hands were in your pants pockets. She did her best to keep her composure, not even closing her book, as if your presence didn't affect her at all.

"Weren't you supposed to be playing right now?" She asked without looking at you.

You shifted the weight of your feet, trying not to mind the indifference so much.

"I'm not on the basketball team." You reply. "You know that."

"It all seems like the same thing."

"It's literally a different sport." You retort and Wanda sighs impatiently, looking away from the book to you.

"Do you need anything?" She asks irritatedly and you frown at the hostility. Wanda was so hard to decipher.

"I'm just trying to talk to you." You clarify, trying to keep your tone calm.

"If I wanted to talk I would have replied to your messages."

Wanda regrets her own words as soon as she utters them, but her expression doesn't waver. You frown, and then sigh, shrugging.

"I thought we were getting along, Wanda." You begin with almost disappointment, which startles Wanda. "I'm sorry for taking things the wrong way."

You say before turning away, deciding to go back to your dorm.

Wanda doesn't go after you.

Not for the first twenty minutes at least.

Because she thinks she could go back to reading, but all she can think about is your sorry expression when you left, and the guilt swirling inside.

All you've been doing is being friendly and kind, and so much funny. And the only reason she reacts like this is because she can't admit that she loved the feeling of you trying to win her over, to be the focus of your complete attention.

Closing the book tightly, she stands up.

//-//

You are feeling frustrated. So that means you need to get that energy out, and music wasn't working for you, so your alternative was to work out.

As soon as you got to your room, you removed your sweatshirt with one motion, leaving only your sports top, and took off your shoes, moving to hang on the iron bar at the entrance to the bathroom.

Your roommate, Maria, was on a date with Carol, which was a good thing, since you felt awkward working out in front of her because she always hissed and complimented you because she knew you were blushing with embarrassment, and all you wanted to do was work out in silence.

You stood with your back to the door, and didn't notice when Wanda found your dorm room and made mention of knocking on the door, but widened her eyes slightly when she caught sight of your flexed back.

Wanda felt a sharp twinge in her belly, and her cheeks heat up. She had a planned short apology speech set up in the hallway, but any coherent thought disappeared and was replaced only by the image of your muscles flexing.

Wanda. Keep it together. She mentally repeated it about three times before clearing her throat, and the noise startled you slightly and you stepped off the bar to look at the door.

"Oh, hey." You greeted in surprise at the brunette's presence, running your hand through your hair and down your face, wiping away the excess sweat.

Wanda was having a hard time keeping her gaze on your face and not on your exposed skin.

"I came to apologize." She declares, crossing her arms across her chest and clutching the book she read earlier tightly.

"Okay." You murmur still surprised, putting your hands in your pockets. Your relaxed posture makes Wanda surrender to the temptation to look at your abdomen, and the sigh she lets out as she bites her lips makes you blush intensely. "Wanda?"

"Apologies can wait."

That's the only thing she declares before throwing the book on the floor and breaking the distance between you with large steps.

You were going to ask what was going on, but Wanda kissed you and all you can do is melt against her touch.

She brought her hands to your face as soon as your lips met, and you gasped in surprise and something else as well.

Her lips were soft, and they were a perfect fit. You slipped your tongue to her lower lip, asking for passage, and Wanda's fingers trailed down your shoulders, squeezing the flesh as her tongue touched yours, drawing wet sighs from both of you.

Her hands trailed down your neck, one in your hair, deepening the kiss even more. Wanda stumbled forward slightly with the intensity, and the feeling of your bodies so close made you gasp against her lips.

When your hips slammed together, it was her turn to let out a shaky moan. The sound made your whole body shiver.

But you wanted something more with Wanda. More than just sex. She needed to know that.

Using all the control you were almost losing as you felt her tongue moving around your mouth, you began to slow the intensity of the kiss, until your mouths parted and you breathed out of rhythm against each other's lips, your foreheads touching.

"Wanda..." You started with a hoarse voice and your eyes still closed. It's hard to remember why you had stopped in the first place.

"I am sorry." She interrupts in the same tone, her strong accent making your legs tremble.

You take a deep breath and move further away, thinking the distance will help you clear your thoughts. The view of Wanda's swollen lips and dilated pupils is maddening to say the least.

"I..." You cleared your throat, trembling slightly. "I like you. It can't just be sex."

Wanda was surprised by your statement. But it was in a good way. She gave you a shy smile, her cheeks reddening as she looked away.

"It's okay." She says. "I...I'd like to have more too."

You let out a sigh of relief, and Wanda runs a hand through your hair, trying to calm her nerves a little. Seeing this, you quickly add.

"B-but we can kiss for now." You say and she looks at you with raised eyebrows "Until I take you out, I say." Your clarification makes Wanda let out a short laugh, and then she bites her lips, looking at you with intensity.

"Tomorrow, seven-thirty in the dorm hallway." She speaks as she breaks the distance between you slowly, like a predator approaching its prey. "Take me somewhere special."

"Yes, ma'am." You agree with a breathless sigh, and Wanda has a mischievous smile on her lips as she lifts her face to the height of your ear. When her tongue teases your earlobe, you shiver and your breath hitches.

"Good girl." She whispers against your ear, her sweet voice in contrast to her strong accent are the perfect combination to turn you into a complete mess. Wanda seems to be delighted in how affected you are, since when she places a kiss on your jaw and moves her lips down to your neck, you can feel her smile.

You close your eyes tightly, lifting your hands to her waist, needing some support as she licks and kisses your skin.

"Wanda" The name escapes as a shaky whisper, you feel warm all over, and she has barely touched you. Her smile against your skin widens before she pulls away, her hands coming up to your face as she looks at you with an innocent expression.

"What is it, baby?" she asks in a low tone, and you feel your heart soar at the nickname.

"Kiss me." You ask breathlessly, and Wanda looks at your lips before looking into your eyes again, the dark glow of her irises hypnotizing you.

"Where?" She asks as she brings her face closer, her fingers caressing your cheeks gently and she nuzzles your noses together. "Here?" she asks before stretching her tongue out to your lips, licking them quickly before pulling away, and making you whimper softly as you pursue her mouth, but she doesn't kiss you.

"Stop teasing me." You ask breathlessly, pressing your fingers into the fabric of her dress at her waist, but Wanda just bites her lower lip, a wicked smile as she quickly denies it with her head. "You're not gonna kiss me, then?"

She laughs softly, and moves closer to quickly smooch you on the lips. You want more, but she moves her face away, making you groan.

"Oh, baby..." She starts with a low tone. "Kissing isn't going to be the only thing I will do with you." She assures before bringing your mouths together again, and you melt at the sensation, wishing she would keep her promise.

//-//-//-//-//-//

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[pop-punklouis]

Hi hope! I’m trying to get more into horror movies because I’m a scaredy cat but I feel like I’m missing out on a lot of good movies because of it. I think I remember you saying you’re a big fan of horror movies so can I ask you for some recs? Like best horror movies you’ve seen this year? Thank you i’m advance!

hi babe!! horror and sci-fi are two of my favorite film genres so you’re correct haha ummm let me see what movies i’ve seen this year that i would rec (these will mostly be from this year/past two years and some might be sci-fi but a lot of sci-fi features horror elements):

Fresh (2022)

The horrors of modern dating are seen through the eyes of a young woman who is battling to survive her new boyfriend's unusual appetites.

The Black Phone (2022)

Finney Shaw is a shy but clever 13-year-old boy who's being held in a soundproof basement by a sadistic, masked killer. When a disconnected phone on the wall starts to ring, he soon discovers that he can hear the voices of the murderer's previous victims -- and they are dead set on making sure that what happened to them doesn't happen to Finney.

We’re All Going to the World’s Fair (2022)

Reality and fantasy begin to blur when a teen immerses herself in a role-playing horror game online. (**one of the most unique yet unsettling films i’ve seen this year. and it was made on an incredibly low budget**)

Possessor (2020)

Tasya Vos, an elite, corporate assassin, takes control of other people's bodies using brain-implant technology to execute high-profile targets. (**This is more sci-fi than horror, but it is still incredibly unsettling and i find a lot of my fav sci-fi films incorporate horror elements too**)

Hatching (2022)

Tinja is a 12-year-old gymnast who's desperate to please her image-obsessed mother. After finding a wounded bird in the woods, she brings its strange egg home, nestles it in her bed and nurtures it until it hatches. The creature that emerges soon becomes her closest friend and a living nightmare, plunging Tinja into a twisted reality that her mom refuses to see.

Crimes of the Future (2022)

As the human species adapts to a synthetic environment, the body undergoes new transformations and mutations. Accompanied by his partner, celebrity performance artist Saul Tenser showcases the metamorphosis of his organs. Meanwhile, a mysterious group tries to use Saul's notoriety to shed light on the next phase of human evolution.

You Won’t Be Alone (2022)

In 19th-century Macedonia, a young girl is kidnapped and then transformed into a witch by an ancient spirit. Curious about life as a human, the witch accidentally kills a peasant in the nearby village and then takes her victim's shape to live life in her skin. Her curiosity ignited, she continues to wield this horrific power to understand what it means to be human.

Night House (2021)

Reeling from the unexpected death of her husband, Beth (Rebecca Hall) is left alone in the lakeside home he built for her. She tries as best she can to keep together-but then the dreams come. Disturbing visions of a presence in the house call to her, beckoning with a ghostly allure. But the harsh light of day washes away any proof of a haunting. Against the advice of her friends, she begins digging into his belongings, yearning for answers.

Oxygen (2021)

A woman wakes up in a cryogenic chamber with no recollection of how she got there, and she must find a way out before running out of air.

Nine Days (2020)

A man interviews five unborn souls to determine which one should be given a new life on Earth, with the unchosen ones facing oblivion.

No Exit (2022)

A college student, on her way home from visiting her mother, gets stuck with a group of people at a mountain rest stop during a blizzard. Things take a turn for the worse when the young woman discovers a kidnapped child in a car belonging to one of the people inside, putting the group in a terrifying life-or-death situation as they struggle to escape while trying to discover who among them is the kidnapper.

Dual (2022)

Upon receiving a terminal diagnosis, Sarah opts for a cloning procedure to ease her loss on her friends and family. When she makes a sudden and miraculous recovery, her attempts to decommission her clone fail, leading to a court-mandated duel to the death. Now, she has one year to train her mind and body for the fight of her life.

Censor (2021)

A British film censor links a disturbing horror movie to her sister's disappearance, and vows to unravel the mystery.

The Silent Sea (2021) **Series**

During a perilous 24-hour mission on the moon, space explorers try to retrieve samples from an abandoned research facility steeped in classified secrets.

[poetrusicperry]

the poets go to ikea for the first time !!!

sooo this morning i made a list of things i have to take back to college with me and i always pack my stuff in these big, blue ikea bags which got me thinking about what the poets would be like in ikea bc i genuinely cannot do anything anymore without thinking about how the poets would do it HAHA. so here we are lol– i hope you guys like this !!(:

neil: something tells me that neil would really enjoy ikea. there are so many tiny little relics and fun decorations to browse as well as models/displays that are so nicely put together. just the right kinds of things to appease neil’s hidden juvenile wants (since he never got to experience a real childhood with his parents treating him like an adult since he was like 8). for example: all of the neat little stuffed animals and children’s bedroom sets that have all sorts of fun colors, etc. neil would appreciate the whole aesthetic of the store as well, liking how well-organized and modern it is inside. would definitely hide behind pieces of furniture in the displays to scare todd. also he is in charge of pushing the cart (that charlie is proudly sitting in bc he doesn’t want to “walk around everywhere”).

todd: like neil, todd appreciates the feel of the place bc he’s always had a bit of an interest in interior design, but is a little bit overwhelmed with just how big it is both outside and inside. desperately wants a djungelskog bear (which neil buys for him, bc of all the things neil struggles with, saying “no” to todd is certainly the biggest one). genuinely freaks out every single time neil scares him, even if he should see it coming after the second or third time. trails behind the group, (as he seemingly always does), taking special note of certain things he’d like to have in his own house one day (’:

knox: upon being invited, he seemed hesitant bc it’s just a furniture store, big whoop (”will there be girls there at least?”), but once they got there he was incredibly thrilled that there was a cafeteria and insisted that they go there both before shopping and after shopping (”look at how big the store is, don’t you think we’ll be hungry again by the time we’re done?”). definitely would rather be doing something else, but is just happy to be spending time around his pals (:

charlie: as previously stated, king of the cart. refuses to get out and walk because it’s “a big store and he’s tired.” neil doesn't mind pushing him, though. fully embraces the semi-chaotic feel of ikea during the weekend (so many people, which is not good for todd, but charlie full-on thrives). he would also insist on actually buying a few pieces of new furniture for his and cameron’s room (completely oblivious to the fact that he will actually need to assemble the pieces himself until they get down to the warehouse), even though it would most definitely be confiscated by mr. hager (”they’ll only confiscate it if they find it,” charlie says, to which cameron replies, “i’m pretty sure a full size vanity and bureau would be pretty easy to scope out, dumbass.” then they both flip each other off). he is definitely the reason knox decided to come after charlie begged him for at least ten minutes (”c’mon, knoxious, it’ll be fun! even if there aren’t girls there, you’ll still have me to look at (;”). offers to buy neil a couple of the stuffed animals he’s been eyeing bc he just wants to see his best friend happy. has to go back up and around the store to take note of numbers of the furniture he actually wants bc he didn’t understand how it worked (”all that time in the cart, wasted” and ”they should really have like an instruction manual before entering the store??”). and enlists meek’s help trying to find the right boxes of parts because “he’s smart like that”. still stays squished in the cart even when he puts all the boxes in it

meeks: just along for the ride, honestly. he just likes spending time with his buddies, but isn’t hesitant about going out and doing things like knox (“i’ll try anything once!”). gets into a pillow fight with pitts in one of the displays, garnering the attention of an ikea employee who sternly asks them to “act their age” and to “fix all the things they made fall on the ground”. the most adventurous eater at the cafeteria; tries the swedish meatballs and really likes them (”we have to come back here just to eat these again, guys”). rates each display on a scale of 1-10 and gives reasons for why he likes things and why he doesn’t (mostly in a joking way).

pitts: bumps his head on some of the hanging arrow signs that direct you into the next section of the store, sighs after every time. buys matching stuffed animals with meeks (’: is the designated driver, and never asks for gas money from his friends bc like knox and meeks, he just likes hanging out (but they give him gas money anyway !!). asks neil for a turn pushing the cart, which neil agrees to. when in control of the cart, bumps it into things, much to charlie’s displeasure (”wouldn’t peg you as a horrible cart driver since you’re the only one with your license, but alas, i was wrong”). feels v bad for getting in trouble w meeks about the pillow fighting and makes sure to fix any messed up things in any of the displays following the incident. also unsure of how much space is in the car for charlie’s boxes, leading him to argue against the purchase of any items.

cameron: also didn’t get the allure of a furniture store, but tagged along because he wanted to get off campus (and really does care about making time and hanging out with his friends, though he’d never admit that). pickiest when it came to the food court/cafeteria (”i just don’t want to try it, why do i need a reason ??”). actually considered buying a new desk organizer, but refused when charlie said it would look great on their new vanity (”charlie, they’ll confiscate that, too. how many times do i have to explain it ??”). unlike meeks, seriously rates each display on a scale of 1-10 talking about how some of the colors just don’t go, and it hurts his eyes to look at it. lowkey got lost for a bit and freaked out bc he couldn’t find anyone, but caught up with todd finally when they were exiting the kitchenette section. this caused him to ask what todd was doing all the way back behind the group, leading to a small, but nice conversation they had (”just making some notes about things i like for later on” todd had said. “that’s really cool, todd,” cameron smiled back at him, unknowing that todd was most certainly picking out things that not only he would like, but neil, too). finally caved and helped charlie build the new furniture when they got back because as much as he couldn't stand charlie sometimes, it made for an incredibly interesting bonding session. 

anyway, that’s all. i feel like the poets out in public and not on campus just harness a complete chaos anywhere they go HAHA. idk if this sucked or not, but it was super fun to write hehe. happy sunday i don’t want to go to work tomorrow, but such is the life of someone who has rent and bills to pay in the coming months, sigh

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DaveFarts - Episode 9 “Trapped In The Closet” [Episode List] Following the most blatant sit-com tropes you can think of, Dave decides to spy on his girlfriend, Dana, because he thinks she’s hiding something. Tim reluctantly decides to join his friend, but the two end up stuck in the girl’s closet, which will eventually turn into a gas chamber.

Trapped In The Closet

“Yeah Dana. Sure. No problem.”

Tim was working on some college tasks, but couldn’t help but to eavesdrop Dave’s conversation with his girlfriend, Dana, on the phone. He could only hear his friend’s replies, which being only the 50% of what they were talking about, it didn’t make a lot of sense. Not that he was interested: Dave was simply hanging out in his room because he had nothing better to do during that warm Summer evening, apparently, and so he simply showed up to Tim’s place with a couple of beers and a remarkable amount of procrastination powers.

Despite being relatively hot outside, Dave was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of long, grey levi jeans, kinda loose as usual. Something that Tim hated about his kink is how quickly he checked his friend’s outfit, something that he always did since Dave is now basically his “fart bud”, against all odds.

“Yeah… yeah… I love you. No… I love you more!”

Kinda funny how Dave, 24, would revert back to an awkward teenager at times whenever he and his girlfriend were on the phone. They probably even acted like that on purpose, because love is doing stupid things together after all.

“Tim. Car. Now!”

Dave hung up and turned weirdly serious, got up and walked downstairs, saying something about getting in the car.

“Wait, what?” Tim asked, questioning whether his friend was being serious or not, but he did follow him to wherever he was going.

“We don’t have much time, Tim. Dana will come back soon. She’s out with her own friends and we have… like… 15 minutes.”

The two walked outside and headed towards the girls’ house, actually only a few blocks away from Tim’s. Tim himself reluctantly followed his bro into this, knowing that, at best, it may turn into a funny mishap to tell to their other pals while being drunk and laugh about it.

“I’ll just pretend your words make any sense, like I usually do…” Tim chuckled, sarcastically, but still following his friend.

“I think she’s hiding something.” Dave explained, walking at a fast pace, Tim right behind him. “She’s been strangely elusive lately and I want to check her room for clues.”

Tim just chuckled in response. “Dave, you do realize that this is not a 90s sit-com, right? Her room? Really? What are you hoping to find out, exactly, anyway? That she’s having some kind of affair behind your back?” he asked, trying to reason with him.

“An affair? You think I’m that kind of guy?” Dave answered, looking surprisingly offended by Tim’s question.   “I just want to make sure she’s fine. She seemed worried about something and she’s like this organized haf-woman/half-machine hybrid who keeps sticky notes in her room to keep an eye on her busy life.”

“Oh…” Tim replied, rather sarcastically.   “Now that makes a lot of sense.”

“Leave your sassiness for later, dork. Can we take your car?” Dave asked.

“Why? We’re already right in front of her house…”

Dave realized that he was so worried that they did, in fact, walked for a couple of blocks and found themselves stepping in Dana’s backyard without even noticing. He just laughed a bit about it.

“Sorry. Love makes me blind.” he joked, knowing that it was a rather silly thing to say anyway.

“Not the words I would have used, but ok.” Tim answered.

“Come on, let’s get inside.” his bro said, with a smirk.  

“Alright… but please, let’s keep a low profile and no awkwa-”

But as they approached to the girl’s house, Dave awkwardly started muttering some kind of theme song that was oddly reminiscent of the Mission Impossibile’s most iconic soundtrack. This guy has a girlfriend, everyone.

“So much for keeping a low profile, Ethan Hunt…” Tim joked.

Dana’s room, following the usual   “average american house tropes” that the writer of this story grew up with in the 90s, was on the second floor. Luckily, the house was empty, so both Tim and Dave could easily climb it without fearing of someone noticing their totally legal actions.

“Look at Tim, such a rebel! Such a fast climber!” Dave whispered, noticing how good Tim was at climbing the girl’s house.

“Thanks. I learned it when I visited your mom.” he joked.

“I thought you’d prefer my dad, you know.” Dave played along, with a rather noticeable reference to Tim’s homosexuality.

“Just… just let’s get done with this.”  

After some awkward climbing, the two found themselves in front of a window leading to Dana’s room. The duo was sitting on a small portion of slanted roof, wondering how to get inside.

“Alright. I could just punch through the window and open it. But you know I don’t like violence against windows.” Dave said, somewhat joking, but really trying to come up with a way to get through this final obstacle.

“Never mind, it’s open.” Tim said, as his hand passed right through the window.   “Or, you know, I got ghost powers all of the sudden, but I doubt it.”

“You’re so funny I forgot to laugh.” Dave commented, as he got inside his girlfriend’s room, making sure no one was there, immediately followed by his sassy friend.

The room was fairly big and messy, books and magazines scattered all around the floor and the bed. Dana was a busy woman: she got a degree in economics but, given the tough times, she had troubles finding a decent job lately. Dave actually suspected that this was the reason she was being nervous about, well, everything, understandably.

“Why don’t you just ask her instead of acting like the perfect boyfriend material that you are?” Tim stated, in his usual snarky tone, noticing Dave basically rummaging through Dana’s more personal stuff.

“Just… let me do my thing ok?” he was serious again, trying to find something that could be clue, deep down knowing that all of that was quite non-sense and even ridiculous, but his stubbornness was showing.   “Wait…”

Something drew his attention. A red (therefore important, according to Dana’s code) sticky note on the nightstand. Something was written on it.

“Oh… I guess I was right…” Dave whispered, eyes glued on the note.

“Something about her job?”  

But Tim didn’t get an answer, as they heard someone coming from downstairs. They probably were so focused on their mission that didn’t even notice how someone got inside the house minutes after them. They went silent and tried to listen to the person’s footsteps.

“Yeah. I’ll keep you posted.”

They heard a muffled female voice getting closer, probably talking on her phone. A voice that was very familiar.

“Fuck! It’s Dana!” Dave whispered.

The two looked around, looking for a quick solution or a place to hide, blatantly ignoring the window they used to get inside in the first place.

“The closet!” Dave said.

Without even questioning whether this was a good idea or not, the duo sneaked inside Dana’s closet and closed themselves inside just as the girl came into her room, still talking on the phone about something.

Tim and Dave managed to mess things up however, as they ended up in a very small section of that apparently big, spacious closet, so they had to arrange themselves in a weird position. Dave was standing up, towering over Tim, who found himself sitting on the floor instead, right behind his friend… with his face perfectly aligned with his loose jeans butt. As his eyes got adjusted to the dark, Tim started to distinguish the seams and texture’s on Dave’s jeans ass, and the tiny red Levi tag on the right back pocket. He couldn’t help but take a look, which he felt really unnecessary, given the context.

“So… this is where you lived for most of your life…” Dave joked, looking around, as if the closet was some kind of fancy mansion.

“Haha! Another gay joke! Great timing, Dave!” Tim muttered instead. The last thing they had to do was talk.

The two waited for a couple of minutes, hoping that Dana would just leave again or even just go downstairs, so they’d have enough time to get out of there in the hopes that Dave didn’t leave any clue of his presence.

“As long a we remain silent…” Tim whispered.   “We have nothing to worry about.”

Only moments after saying that, he felt a very familiar sound greeting his face. It was a long, rumbling sound coming from Dave’s denim ass. It was one of his usual, well-known loud farts, a fart that he was desperately trying to keep as silent as possible. Luckily, Dana was too busy with her phone to even notice the weird noise coming from inside of her closet.

“Dave! What the fuck?!” Tim hissed.

The gassy friend tried not to laugh, realizing how idiotic the whole situation was.   “I’m sorry dude.” he murmured.   “You know what happens when I’m nervous!”  

The smell was unbearable already. Being in a such small space didn’t certainly help. Those were probably some of the smelliest farts Dave ever managed to rip in Tim’s face, although this time was, against all odds, more like an accident.

“Tim…” Dave whispered, carefully placing his butt closer to his friend’s face.

Another fart erupted, sounding dangerously louder than the previous one. The rough surface of Dave’s denim gently caressed Tim’s nose. The blast of gas then turned into something much more subtle, but still otherwise bubbly. Tim felt his nose burn, as really he had no choice but to breath all of that in.

“Dave I swear. If you don’t stop, Dana’s gonna–”

But another   “slow-paced” rumbly fart cut him off. Dave was seriously trying to contain his well-known farting abilities. Tim, instead, was trying to remain calm, feeling like the Universe was somehow messing with him. That was an insane situation: he certainly wasn’t new to Dave’s farts, but in that context, it felt almost like one of his weird dreams about his fart fetish.

“Tim I’m sorry, at least I know you don’t mind… I hope”

Funnily enough, despite the slightly amused tone in his whispering voice, Dave sounded genuinely sorry. Yet he was right: Tim was insanely enjoying it, but knowing that Dana was out there made the whole thing almost surreal. And, once again, as much as Dave always proved so chill about this stuff, he couldn’t help but feel somehow awkward about having his friend face-farting him so non-chalantly.

And yet another   “ninja” fart was ripped all over his face.   Being nervous really turned Dave’s stomach into a messy cloud of gas, and Tim’s nose was there to vacuum it all up, completely defenseless, standing before the sheer power of the gassy friend’s powerful denim-covered anus.

Even though the situation was absurd, Dave couldn’t help but chuckle a bit. After all, the smell hit him too, and it was getting insane even for the farter himself, whose gas just didn’t stop building up.

“Sorry bro… I have to do this.” he whispered.

Tim felt Dave’s hands gently grabbing the back of his head, holding it still, as he pulled him in the clutches of his denim butt. The warm fabric of the jeans was soaking in that unbearable smell. The sniffer then felt the weight of his gassy friend almost crushing his skull. Despite being dark, Tim realized that Dave was basically sitting on him, using his head as some kind of human stool.

The fart was directly ripped in Tim’s mouth at that point, that rumbly sound once again renewing the already destructive stench. It was supposed to be loud, so loud, that Dave had to basically use his friend’s face to deadpan its impressive thunderous noise. The gassy bro was trying to rip it in the form of a long series, hoping that Dana would fail to hear (or even recognize) his well-known gross, but rather impressive talent.

Tim heard his friend’s sighs of relief after each, rumbling fart, but Dave was also trying not to burst into a laughter that could blow their cover. Fart fetish or not, he couldn’t help but to find it more hilarious than gross.

As much as the lack of space in that closet wouldn’t really allow it, Dave even lifted his right leg a bit, while still   “sitting” on his stool-friend, as a way to facilitate the impressive amount of gas gushing out from his anus. It’s not like he had to worry about Tim passing out or finding it too gross, anyway.

That fart itself was lasting longer than both of them anticipated. They lost count of how much time passed, probably a full minute. Tim’s face was warm and sweaty now, still trapped in the clutches of his gassy bro’s denim butt, directly living in person that thin line between Fart Heaven and Fart Hell.

A final sigh of relief, followed by a louder toot and a chuckle.   “Sorry, bud.” Dave muttered, hoping that his plan worked.

Indeed, Dana didn’t hear a thing. She hung up and left the room, her footsteps slowly turning into a far, muffled sound, until silence announced that the duo was now free to get the heck out of there, especially considering how they were almost both choking on farts.

Tim forgot what fresh, non-fart air felt like in his nostrils and so took a deep, refreshing breath the moment he stepped out of that gas closet. Ironically, Dave did the same, maybe even wondering how would Tim even endure something as overwhelming as his farts, but he didn’t really mind anyway. Despite everything, that was oddly hilarious, as the two stared at each other and then bursted into a laughter.

“Now let’s get out of here…” the farter suggested.

But before the two could even walk towards the window, Dana showed up again in her own room. She didn’t even startle.

“What are you two doing here?” she asked, sounding more like an inquisitive mom than an angry girlfriend. She was fairly mature, after all. “I don’t know what you Dumb and Dumber are up to, but I swear if you–”

“I heard the news, Dana. We were just outside your window…” Dave explained, slightly tweaking the truth. “We wanted to play a stupid scary prank but then I heard it, while you were on the phone you know…”

Dana shook her head and laughed a bit. She hugged her boyfriend and kissed him.

“Yes! I got the job!” she giggled. “Sorry I’ve been so cold lately. The job interview made me so nervous…”

“It’s fine, Dana. You’ve always been stone-cold anyway!” Dave joked, earning a playful slap on his chest by his girlfriend.

“Yes, that’s a very import–wait what’s that smell?” the girl asked, sniffling loudly the air around him.

Tim’s heart almost stopped while Dave did his best to not just laugh like an immature prankster. His hair, clothes, skin, were completely “soaked” in his gassy bro’s gas, so naturally he’d himself smell like flatulence.

“Never mind. It must be you, Dave. He farts like crazy when he’s nervous, Tim, I swear.” she said, disgusted but slightly amused as well.

“Ow… it’s part of my charm, babe.” Dave replied, using what he would have considered an irresistible flirty tone of voice, which was super awkward instead.

“And yeah. Tim’s very aware of my skills, right?” he joked, winking at him, like the big teasing bastard he’s always been since he found out about his fart kink.

Tim just shrugged, faking a disgusted look, his heart racing fast, knowing that all he had to do after that was take the biggest shower in the hope that such unbearable stench didn’t fuse with the atoms in his body.

“Well, it’s gonna be a wild ride!” Dana exulted, happy about her new job offer.

“How about a round of beers to celebrate?” Tim suggested. “It’s on me, no worries.”

“Great idea, but I’m paying. I got the job, you dumb-dumbs get to drink!” Dana replied. She was in a very good mood.

“It’s fine, Dana! It’s the least we can do after-“ but Dave interrupted him.

“Come on Tim, stop living in outdated gender roles and let the pretty girl buy you a drink.” he said, faking a serious tone.

The girlfriend simply rolled her eyes and left the room “Just… meet me downstairs when you’re done saving the world, ok?”

As Dana was nowhere in sight, Dave simply turned to Tim and let another huge, long one rip.

“Shhh. Just tying up some loose ends here.” he said, shushing the gay friend, blasting what was left of his gas out.

“Are you finish-“ “Not yet” he simply said, as if he was making sure no particle of gas was left behind.

With one high pitched final note that was met with some immature laughter, Dave sighed in relief.

“With that said” he chuckled “You might want to take a shower.”

Tim simply nodded with an unamused expression.

“Oh, and you might want to leave the other closet you’ve been hiding.”

That was out of nowhere.

“No pressure bro, just know that we’re all always more than happy to have a beer with you.”

“Thanks Da-“

“Despite your bigoted views on gender roles of course.”

“I’m going to punch you now.”

The duo then headed downstairs and no one got punched luckily.

Tim thought about his friend’s words and how it was probably time to leave that metaphorical stuffy closet soon or later, not that he felt forced or anything.

Dana’s closet, however, that’s probably the only one he enjoyed being trapped into…

End of Episode 9

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Okay, but ‘Erase Me’ hits different after the newest episode (lyrics in bold, discussion/analysis in normal text)

What was our home

“Home” it’s an odd word for the sides. Especially with the recent episodes. With tension flowing between all of them with ease, it’s hard to question if they can truly find comfort in on another. Easily represented by none of the sides (other than Logan and Remus) being there throughout Thomas’ day. This isn’t like the other episodes where they’re all having a discussion together about Thomas getting overwhelmed. 

Instead, Thomas feels isolated for most of it, fighting a battle with his mind (mind referring to his intrusive thoughts, his sides, and Logan’s agenda for the day)

Paper not stone

Everything seemed to... change so quickly. They went from Embarrassing Phases with cute Halloween costumes and friendly jokes about cringe and vine directly into SvS and DWIT where Thomas questions if he’s a good person while his mental health quickly declines.

In a similar way, paper is fragile and flimsy, easily ripped apart.

‘Paper not stone’ could also be a way to reference Logan’s agenda for the day. All of it can be discarded and saved for Future Thomas™ since none of it is really set in stone.

A lean-to at most

Logan is nothing to Thomas- or at least he feels that way. He’s only someone who can calm Thomas down. Thomas can ‘lean’ on him, but that’s the most he is.

And when you pulled your half away

I’d like to think half has a few different meanings here. The one I like the most is where “half” represents Thomas’ attention. He’s pulled to Nico, he’s pulled to Remus, he’s pulled to anxiety. 

Logan recognizes this and calms him down. He lets him have breaks and gently guides Thomas back to their schedule once he’s a bit better.

Half could also represent for when he pulls away from Logan and listens to the other sides more. In this episode, he practically listens to everyone but Logan, despite him being the most physically there. He’s listening to his spiraling intrusive thoughts (Virgil’s fear and Remus’ role). He’s listening to his worry about Nico’s feelings for him (Virgil’s fear and Roman’s passion). He’s taking breaks and indulging in what he loves (Janus’ role and Patton’s enjoyment in child-like activities such as disney princess puzzles and dancing to up-beat music)

He might be the side the camera follows around, but he certainly isn’t the main character by far.

Gravity won Like it always does

Logan isn’t winning this battle. Of course he isn’t. He never does. Thomas is pulled down by the figurative gravity of all the other sides, while Logan is left there alone. 

In theory, he grounds Thomas the most, but Thomas also naturally drifts away from him. Using his role as logic for quick comfort before listening to someone else for an actual discussion.

Did I weigh a ton?

Is he weighing Thomas down? Is he making him unhappy? He thought he was good at one point, helping Thomas earn a degree in college and organizing a schedule for him so he could live life comfortably.

Yet the degree is tilted on the wall. The schedule would have been torn up if Thomas was given a paper. 

Would it be easier to just delete Our pages and the plans we made?

Would it be easier for Logan to give up? He certainly isn’t needed, Thomas didn’t listen to Logan the whole day and he was still fine. He made pages of things Thomas needed to do along with the plans that Thomas agreed to. Only for them to be pushed to the side since something grabbed his attention. 

And perhaps Logan saves these plans. He keeps them to help Thomas. Maybe to even create more realistic ones. But perhaps Thomas just won’t listen to him. He should just delete the plans he has. Thomas has always been great at improv. Maybe someone like Roman should take control- he’s been listening to him more than Logan anyway. (Represented through the whole Nico situation)

Erase me So you don't have to face me

Thomas turns away from Logan at the end, leaving him alone in the living room. He’s erasing Logan from his mind, finding an opportunity he wants because he doesn’t need Logan. 

Put me in the ground and mow the daisies

Was mowing the lawn on the list of things Thomas needed to do? Nope. Is Thomas mowing over his ideas for something more exciting anyway? Yep.

Ah, the memory, see how it goes When you

Erase me Erase me

“The memory” is Logan. It represents how he was aware of his own outburst at Remus, he knows he lost control. But maybe he’ll also ‘see how it goes’ when Thomas starts ignoring him even more. Perhaps his eyes will stay orange. Perhaps Orange will just take his place entirely. 

So what will you do With no me for you?

Thomas needs him- right? I mean, there’s no one else to create the schedules and plans... that Thomas doesn’t use. He helped earn Thomas’ degree! The... the degree he doesn’t use. 

Maybe Logan is useless. Maybe Thomas can’t function without him. Logan doesn’t even want to know at this point.

I know what we said

Logan knows he technically agreed to Thomas leaving and going to Nico, but he can’t help but feel bitter about it.

This bitterness rises when he’s with the other sides. Roman disregards him, “You’ll be fine, Rome didn’t fall in a day.” Logan hasn’t been ignored for more than one day. He isn’t fine. He’s more than what he’s acknowledged as, he quickly responds with emotion filling his mind, “Well, that’s a misquote so-”

Only to get fucking cut off. Again. He isn’t fine. He’s getting ignored and cut off whenever he tries to input something. Then Patton takes control of the conversation. Directing it at Thomas instead of Logan. Taking Roman’s side. Not listening to logic.

But what if I left a thing or two

Logan just needs to stop. He needs to stop talking, leave a plan or two in Thomas’ mind while a side or two keeps him busy for the day. 

We know that you don't seem To think about what you need 'Til you reach to find that you've

Erased me

Imagine telling someone that you really want to do something with them. You both clear out the whole day at an agreed time. Then they want to do something else. You- you suppose it’s fine? You both go there and then you get side-tracked again, and again, and- the day is over. 

They don’t care about what they were supposed to do. Thomas didn’t care about what he was supposed to do. Most of the things he was supposed to do didn’t even directly benefit Logan. They were things he needed to function, things to keep his place nice, not reading a non-fiction book or watching a documentary. They were things Thomas needed. But apparently that wasn’t a good enough reason to listen to logic. 

What the fuck is this? You're crazy, turned around  

Logan is fed up with how Thomas keeps ignoring him. Keeps getting distracted. “Turned around” turned around from the task at hand. 

“What the fuck is this?” could be to Remus. Constantly bothering Thomas, getting him distracted over and over. Going the complete opposite direction of where they should be going. And not listening to him when talked to about it. 

In two weeks time replaced me

Thomas doesn’t need Logan. It’s clear from his daily routine. All he needs is someone to offer the idea of dancing or a puzzle to him and he’s fine again. 

Ah, the memory everybody knows How it goes you just

Erase me

Logan is well-known throughout the mindscape. He’s known as a nerd, a geek, a nobody. Most of the names he could wear with pride, but he’s nobody. Nobody to Thomas and nobody in the grand scheme of things. Perhaps the other sides would be fine with Logan getting “erased.” They seem to regard his name with distaste anyway.

Did me like a bro and tazed me

Logan makes little flashcards for slang and tries to use them. Almost like a child proudly showing a high test score to their parent. He wants so badly to be acknowledged, to be heard, to be cool. 

Fireworks - poof - it's gone, amazing

Thomas is gone. The fireworks went off in his heart and he’s gone. Logan- Logan should be happy for him. It’s amazing as some would call it. He holds the to-do list to his chest as he sinks out. 

New bio, you've gone solo Drawing mustaches on our wedding photo

Nothing is important, not really. It can all be quickly discarded. “New bio” could be talking to Nico and changing a social media bio to dating or something like that.

“You’ve gone solo.” Haha that’s funny. Thomas is practically anything but solo with Logan. The line is said with such anger and bitterness that it’s no wonder why he thinks he means nothing to Thomas.

“Drawing mustaches on our wedding photo” What else is Remus going to ruin for Logan? Drawing on Thomas’ degree with mustaches?

Erase me Erase me Erase me...

Erase me This is us shouting, baby Erase me

Logan is begging, screaming, shouting for someone to acknowledge that he’s being ignored. But he’s being ignored, so they don’t hear him. Of course they don’t hear him.

Do we call the cops now, baby?

Cops is Orange. Take this as you will.

Ah, the memory everybody knows About the brand new home

There’s no distress in this line. Everyone is fine about the idea of Logan leaving to go into a new ‘home.’ He wasn’t important, so why would they worry? Thomas clearly didn’t seem to worry as he ran out of the house, searching for Nico. Thomas didn’t need him in the slightest.

Erase me And you'll never have to face me

Erase something off the to-do list. Erase the signature on the degree. Erase him.

Erase me Option-Command-Escape me And if you feel nothing Guess what I'll wanna be

Huh, I wonder what he wants to be :)