#so glad you didn’t ask what my favorite was i can never answer those questions rip

[napping-sapphic]

Is there a tv show you’ve been really into lately?

Hmm not especially lately! I’ve been on an obsession kick with all my video games lately so I haven’t been watching many things! As far as TV shows go I did start a rewatch of Merlin recently though :) and since I watch a lot of anime I’ve also been rewatching Blue Exorcist (my beloved)😌

[jazzsonly]

ᴜꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ

pairing(s): sam carpenter x g!p!stem!reader

warning(s): none. very very brief kiss. mentions of reader being a nerd/nerd-like. not proofread.

summary: sam might have said no to your date but you get something even better.

part two. coming soon!

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when you met chad, you’d never thought you would become best friends with a guy like him. he was an idiot jock, who liked to party and be shirtless.

you were a smart tutor, a somehow homebody who liked to party. so i guess, you could say that’s what you guys had in common,

partying.

you tutored chad every wednesday but one weekend at a frat party you bumped into the jock, surprisingly ending up having a drinking contest. you found it a little odd to be drinking with the same guy you’re tutoring but chad found it cool, he found you cool. he had never met anyone as smart as you but now he had never met anyone more fun than you.

as much as he loved his friends if core four, he couldn’t deny you were down for things with him they wouldn’t be. after, the partying and drinking contest together, you both got more comfortable together, setting up study dates at each other’s apartments.

those study dates eventually became call of duty battles, checking out the girls on campus together, sometimes hitting the gym together. there was no denying you and chad were newly best friends, despite ethan’s sulking jealousy.

now, you were glad you met chad but even more glad when he introduced you to the core four, more importantly sam.

sam.

you were no better than a man when you first laid your eyes on the girl, you stared at her like she was a piece of meat. it was so bad that now everytime she entered room and you were there, chad just had to joke telling you to close your mouth.

you were sure sam sorta kinda had thing for you too, from chad she was super uptight with new people, definitely not a trusting person but with you, she was chill. she sat next to you during movie nights, shared the popcorn with you, sometimes she even laid her legs in your lap.

this enflamed your crush even more, well until tara claimed it was only because she thought anyone chad brought around was just as dumb as him. and no dumb person could be ghostface.

but she was wrong, you were top of all your classes, well almost all.

fuck chemistry.

“chad, focus.” you slap the back of the boy’s head who had dozed off at the sight of tara.

“ow! i am focused!”

“stop being a baby, i didn’t even hit you that hard. now, how many vertices are in this problem?” you point at the math sketch in the textbook.

“uh…7?” you pinch the bridge of your nose.

you had been at the kitchen counter for hours trying to tutor chad but he had only gotten two questions right.

“look, don’t get mad at me you’re the one who supposed to help me know this stuff.”

“you’re impossible to teach!” you throw your hands up, dramatically letting them fall back down.

“what are you doing?” you turn your head a the familiar voice, your favorite voice.

sam who had just emerged from her room from a hibernated nap.

“trying to tutor this idiot.”

“hey!” you ignore chad, all you energy engorged with sam.

“you? tutor?”

“uh, yeah, i’m top of all my classes…well except for one.” stupid chemistry, you thought.

“you are?” you nod.

“then why are you friends with chad?”

“hey!”

“i ask myself the same thing.” sam just nods at your words, making her way to the fridge.

“can we take a break now?” you flag chad off and he takes that was his leeway to take the couch with tara.

“soo…sam?” you move your way around the counter.

“yea?” she answered despite her back away from you as her eyes scanned the fridge.

“i was thinking, i mean if you want to uh go to a movie with me?”

you watched as her movements paused and she turned towards you, you couldn’t pinpoint what she was feeling or her facial expression but there was something there.

“sorry but i can’t…” she trailed off, closing the fridge and seemingly retreating back down the hallway into her room.

you stood there, dumbfounded.

dumbfounded yet unphased, if sam carptener’s love was a challenge the nerd in you would gladly accept it.

“she’s not gonna give up, just watch.” you hear chad mumble to tara, which you flipped him off.

in the coming weeks after that you expected sam to avoid you like a plague but she did the opposite, it was like everytime you were over she went out of her way to be around you. making sure to touch your shoulder when she moved by you, hugging you as a greeting, hell she even cuddled with you on movie nights and to say the least, you did not mind.

but what you did mind was when you asked about her rejecting your advances, she would avoid it.

once again the nerd in you would not allow this, you would get to the bottom of it and right now was the perfect timing. everyone had left to the store to collect snacks for movie night, minus chad who was in tara’s room doing god knows what with the girl.

it was just you and sam, empty and open apartment, side by side on the couch while family feud played.

“so, you’re really not gonna tell me why you won’t go out with me?”

“you don’t give up do you?” the carpenter turned you, resting her hand on the back of your head, fingers getting tangled in your hair.

see.

“you’re so clingy when i’m here, so why won’t you go out with me?” you watched as she bit her lip, suppressing a taunting smile from you.

“you’re cute, you know, i think you’re cute.”

you smile, “i think you’re cute too, so go out with me?”

a breathy chuckle came from the girls lips, and she moved close to you.

“kiss me.”

“what?” you were taken back.

“kiss me before i change my mind.” and then you didn’t hesitate. you closed the little space that was between you two, landing a soft but stern kiss onto her lips. your hands finding her hips, pulling her closer and her arms found their way around your neck.

a sigh of relief and satisfaction somehow escaped your lips, while a hum escaped hers. her kiss was candy mint, it tastes good and you didn’t wanna stop but unfortunately air became an issue and you reluctantly pulled away, “so does this mean i can take you out?”

“stop asking me out.” she scoots away just in time because the door flew open and in came ethan with bags on bags while anika and mindy came behind with empty hands.

“thanks for the help.” ethan mutters sarcastically.

━━━ part two (coming soon!) take it easy on me, it’s my first time writing in MONTHS.

[bengiyo]

Love for Love's Sake Ep 8 (Finale) Stray Thoughts

Last time, the game world began falling apart around Myungha as he refused to choose between his grandmother or Yeowoon dying. With only 15 days left, Myungha began to pull back from Yeowoon, even as he tried to bulk up his relationships with his friends. Myungha received an item to change any part of the story, but could not change himself to admit to Yeowoon directly that he loved him. Despite Yeowoon asking all the right questions directly, Myungha couldn’t say what needed to be said, and chose to break up. We left with Myungha falling into the abyss as the world unwound before him.

Did Myungha erase himself from Yeowoon’s memory? I’m glad his friendships are intact, but it seems like he’s experiencing echoes of Myungha.

Episode 8: Answers

Wait, why does the brand lady remember Tae Myungha?

Oh, this is upsetting. Only the brand lady and Yeowoon remember Myungha. Even his grandmother doesn’t remember.

He wrote “Please make Cha Yeowoon happy” and then he vanished. I get his panic now.

Wait, is Cha Yeowoon a PC now?

Wait, was the brand owner Myungha’s ex in the main world?

Oh no…. Tae Myungha went to see his mom before and she had started a new family and refused to see him.

I approve of the letterboxing to let us know we’re seeing the history from the physical world.

This is putting me in my Sea, Swallow Me and Other Stories by Craig Laurance Gidney feelings.

Wow. I have a lot of thoughts about this writer creating a story because he loved his friend he missed so much that he wanted to give him a second life in a game where you help him see that he is loved and that he can choose to live. “Write me a poem to make me happy.”

ARE THEY IN DIFFERENT REALITIES? WHAT THE HELL??

He’s going to find his favorite person!!! 😭

Oh, romance, never stop hitting me with lens flares to show that the love is bursting.

Yes, let’s continue those kissing lessons.

Whoa, he’s wearing pink now.

Okay, seeing them make out by the sea and then play in it with their friends after that reveal about Myungha just sent me over the edge.

Final Verdict: 9, Highly Recommended. This final episode went to some really dark places, but this is the kind of queer media that I secretly love the most. I’ve written about how grief is a big part of my experience before, and how much Eternal Yesterday helped me cope with feelings that had been in me for 15 years. I think there’s something beautiful in the melancholy of the writer who is grieving their friend in their work. The thing about the fact that everyone dies, is that those who loved us will remember us and they will miss us. A version of us continues to live on in them. When we lose someone tragically, there is a need to process those feelings, and I appreciate the desire of a writer to immortalize their friend in a story where they recognize and receive the love they wished for in life.

I love that there’s a component of death of the author here, where Myungha wants to know who he is and why he wrote things like this, because I wonder if the writer infused some of the writings Myungha gave in life since we recognized Myungha’s handwriting in the missions. He’s trying to give Myungha what he wrote that he wanted and what he wrote about love. I love that we don’t exactly what the creator’s relationship is with Myungha, but the gay in me calls to the gay in him and says that he loved his junior in Myungha the way Myungha maybe connected to in Yeowoon. I like to think that he wrote Cha Yeowoon based on how he saw Myungha, and a part of him wanted to see Myungha happy. Perhaps he felt he couldn’t give that to Myungha in life for various reasons.

I loved the game mechanics so much. I loved the side quests. I loved it because it didn’t work all the time. I know I link Shane Koyczan a lot when I’m being especially emo around here, but it’s like his poem Stop Signs where he’s desperate to connect with his crush and he’s trying everything he can think of to reach them. What it does force to recognize is what’s important. All the running around and trying to get all of these things is about taking care of the person he likes. Earning the money forced him to work at something without just receiving it from someone else. Getting Yeowoon friends made both of their lives better, and they found the other gays! I loved the debuff mechanic because it makes you pay attention to the world around them and approach situations with caution.

This show was beautiful. I haven’t seen an It Gets Better project that hit the right way for me in so long. I like that this show kinda snuck up on us with the darkness. There have been so many high profile celebrity deaths in Korea in the last few years, and there’s gotta be so many more of regular people that we don’t even know. I really love that this story is about loving lonely boys and asks the audience not to give up. I love the notion that loving someone else is a pathway to learning to love yourself. You can love for the sake of love itself. This show surprised the hell out of me, but this is going to be one of the shows I think sticks with me from this year.

[valsarchives]

as it was - t.c (part 3)

requested. sorry for grammar mistakes!

face claim: lily-rose depp

part 1 | part 2

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yourusername me and jimmyfallon might have a surprise for you tonight 👀

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tchalamet aren’t you forgetting someone?

yourusername oh, am I? 🤭

ynmybaby I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS

jimmyfallon I think everyone is gonna thank me after this

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ynsbabygirl my girl looks so hot 🥵

timmytimmy Timothèe you’re so lucky my boy

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“You’re still reading the comments?” Timothèe asked. His arms wrapped around you from behind, his head resting on your shoulder.

“Yeah. It’s good to see them after all this chaos.”

He sighed. “Y/n-”

“Hey. I know what you’re gonna say. Don’t.”

“But-”

“Look,” you turned around to see his beautiful face. “I never blamed you for this. So stop feeling bad. It’s over now, I barely get any negative comments.”

He looked at you for a long time before kissing you. “Alright, mon coeur.”

“We should get going tho. We’re gonna be late.”

He smiled. “Yeah, you’re right.”

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fallontonight Timothèe Chalamet is here with us again! We asked him all the questions you guys might want to know 👀 Tonight on NBC!

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ynmyqueen I love how we thought Y/n will go to the show because of her post but Timmy attended instead

timmytimmy he looks so happy 🥹

yourusername love that smile

tchalamet ♥️

ynmybaby I hope you asked about all this happed for past few months Jimmy

timotheefan452 🥺🥺🥺

timmytim I’m so excited!

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“So Timothèe, you don’t have to answer this if you feel uncomfortable but your fans are wondering about your relationship with Y/n L/n. Anything you want to share?”

He took a deep breath. “Yeah. You all probably know most parts we- mostly she had to deal with a lot of things. It was hard for both of us. I felt so devastated because she didn’t deserve to hear those horrible things they’ve said about her.”

“What did you guys do after the break up?”

“Well, I worked harder in order to keep myself busy. I don’t even know how could I stand being without her. I take a break from social media but I saw her posts. About herself, about her new film, about her life. I was so proud of her because she was so strong but I felt so bad because I couldn’t be there with her. The moment I watched her interview with vogue I knew I had to talk to her. I’m so glad she accepted it and here we are.”

“I’m so happy for you guys. I hope you two will never have to go through something like this again.”

“Me too. Thanks,” he smiled.

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tchalametupdates Timothèe Chalamet talks about how him and his girlfriend Y/n L/n met.

“I was fan of her works. She was literally my celebrity crush but I had zero hope for meeting her. […] I was working hard and I needed some time for myself. I went to Coachella with my friends and that’s where we first met. I think I used all of my luck in there.”

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ynandtimmy I love the way he smiles and giggles everytime he talks about Y/n.

timotea0 “Can you describe her with three words?”

“Oh no three words won’t be enough.”

“Come on try it!”

“Ok.. Strong, Caring.. and… this is gonna be so cheesy but Home.” 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

chalafan That was my favorite part 🤧

ynmybaby plss he is so in love with her I’m jealous

ynsbabygirl God I feel so single

timmytimmy I want what they have 😩

kissmeyn I need someone to love me the way Timothèe loves Y/n

timotheefan194 God, it’s me again…

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[definitelynotafurinasimp]

Hu tao , Amber and Kujo Sara with an innocent looking s/o when in battle they ace crazy and ruthless like Akechi in persona 5 royal when showing his true personality

Since I can't exactly make a post with 9 characters, I'm just picking the two I can think of something to write

Them with an innocent looking reader that turns out to be a merciless fighter

characters: Kujou Sara / Yelan x gn!reader (separate)

warnings: mentions of blood, although nothing graphic, reader commits some... rather over the top acts of "not exactly being goofy" (I mean, cmon, you can't expect them being the sanest of the bunch when they're compared to goro akechi)

a/n: Idk if you planned on sending me this request the moment I was done with p5r, but I have to applause you for the timeing.

Also, I'm so sorry for those people finding out about akechi not exactly being like he seems through this request, Idk how to hide the spoiler in the ask.

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Kujou Sara

Sara knew how trouble looked, she had to deal with it on an almost daily basis with that oni running after her, demanding a rematch even though the winner was already clear, but whenever she looked at you, she saw a person that wouldn’t be able to harm a fly. And while she would never dare to say it out loud, looking at you always put her mind at ease, the same way others might have relaxed when seeing a cute dog doing nothing but existing.

So when she heard about how the road you frequently took was being blocked by a couple of thugs, her first instinct was to assemble a group as quickly as possible and try to clear it out before something were to happen to you, only to arrive just in time to watch you beating them into submission and seemingly enjoying every last second of it.

“...y/n?”, Sara couldn’t help but utter your name, completely dumbfounded by what she had just witnessed, only for you to dust off your clothes and turn to her with the same innocent smile you always wore.

“Oh, hey Sara! What are you doing here?”, you asked after noticing the other soldiers who looked just as surprised as their general, all of them having known you for a long enough time to have felt certain of your nature.

“Oh my- Sorry that you have to see me in this state, my clothes are completely dirty… I don’t know if I’ll be able to get the stains out of this- they just had to offer a fight on the one day I decided to dress in my favorite clothes…”, you apologized after following her stare back to your bloodied clothes, letting out a frustrated sigh as you inspected your shirt.

“That’s not- How- D-doesn’t matter. I’m just glad you’re unharmed”, the general’s voice betrayed her shock, only for her to quickly regain her composure.

Seeing you escape unharmed was a huge relief, even if she would be lying if she said what she saw wasn’t at least somewhat worrying… 

…what worried her more however, was that her heart skipped a beat or two while watching you show such strength.

Yelan

Yelan, being Yelan, didn’t need long to find out about your… change in behaviour when embroiled in a fight. After all, she couldn’t call herself an expert at reading people if she couldn’t even figure out someone this close to her.

Luckily for you, she quickly figured out that you going rogue only ever happened when you were attacked and never when you started a fight, causing her to confidently put you into the “no harm for innocent” box.

It also had the added upside of basically having a guard dog with her on every mission who didn’t hesitate for even a second to throw themself at any criminal stupid enough to try and harm her, and sure, while she would have been easily able to handle them herself, Yelan was the last person that would complain about not having to do something tiring.

“That’s enough”, Yelan finally put an end to your ‘advanced method of self-defense’, causing you to immediately get up, leaving the treasure hoarder to solemnly reflect on his decision to threaten you. That was if he was still conscious. “I need him to answer my questions later”, she explained further after seeing you send her a questioning look, her, as usual, mysterious voice refusing to betray any emotions.

As she bent down to inspect the person lying on the floor, you finally managed to calm yourself down, feeling the usual mix of shock and disappointment as you looked down at your knuckles, sighing as you looked for a bit of water to wash them, before making your way back, scooping the criminal up and taking his weapon, which by now laid several feet away from him, in case it could be used as evidence or something of those sorts.

“I know he began it by threatening us, but I can easily handle a dozen of them on my own, so at least try to refrain yourself from going overboard next time. The last thing we need is for word about a mysterious figure beating up people in the middle of night”, she told you off, only for you to nod as you continued to look down, causing Yelan to put on a soft smile.

“Good, now let’s get this done and over with. I have a pair of new dice and you look like just the right person to test them with.”

[gingerjunhan]

Hello!! It's 🌺 timeeee! How is my favorite writer? I was going to sleep when this idea popped up into my head

What if hypothetically XH and reader are in the same class and they classmates are teasing they for any reason but they feel a little bit bad about it, how XH gonna react?

Tysm for it, ly! 💕

☆彡aww hello 🌺anon! Welcome back! <3 I’m glad I can fuel your late night delusions 🫶🏻

word count: 650 | pronouns used: they/them | genre: fluff, platonic or romantic, student!XH | cws: teasing, science boy Jiseok (I can’t help myself), not really proofread, lmk if I missed something

goo gunil

Gunil would see you getting teased by your fellow classmates and instantly become your knight in shining armor

he’s stopping what he’s doing and sticking up for you right away

let’s say your classmates are teasing you over your interests, and you’re not really doing anything to stop them

Gunil can’t let that slide!

he’s putting his foot down and inserting himself into the conversation

“Hey, can you guys just leave them alone?” He would ask, trying his best to sound assertive. “So what if they like something that you don’t? It doesn’t affect you, does it?”

you give him a surprised look as he sticks up for you, effectively warding off your bullies

afterwards, he checks up on you to make sure you’re okay

if Gunil also had that similar interest, he would ask you some questions about it to get your mind off the teasing

kim jungsu

Jungsu would see you getting picked on in class, and he wouldn’t really know what to do

you sat a few seats away, so it wasn’t like he could just interrupt the lecture

his heart would break a bit as you answer a question wrong and the people around you laugh

but the second the bell rings at the end of class, he’s right by your side

“Hey, you alright? It looked like the people next to you were giving you a hard time.”

he walks with you through the halls to your next class, listening to any problems you might’ve been facing with your classmates

from that point on, Jungsu would make sure to sit nearby, quickly shutting down any teasing that might come your way and lend a helping hand

kwak jiseok

science was never your strong suit, so when you got a failed test passed back to your desk, your classmates around you quickly noticed

Jiseok, the straight A student who sat next to you, noticed the way you folded in on yourself when your other classmates saw your grade

after class, Jiseok would catch you on your way out the door

“Hey, (Y/N)- um, I noticed you weren’t super pleased with your test score. If you want, I could tutor you.”

you would hardly accept his offer, and Jiseok would get to sit back and watch as your grades slowly got better than all of those around you

plus, he got to see you more. so… a win is a win

oh seungmin

he’s fed up with your classmates

you’ve tried to be polite and ask them to leave you alone but that’s clearly not working

so he takes a stand

“God, can you guys please just shut up and leave them alone?”

you’re dumbfounded

finally someone had the guts to raise their voice at these people, and it seems to have worked

after your classmates leave, you quietly thank Seungmin for his help, granting a sweet “don’t mention it” in return

han hyeongjun

bro is not helping you

he has good intentions, he’s just not sure what to say

after the teasing for the day finally stops, Hyeongjun slips a note onto your desk

“are you alright? :(“

you look over to his desk, trying to muster up a smile as you nod

he’ll catch up with you after class and make sure you’re okay

silently reassures you from his seat to let you know you aren’t alone

lee jooyeon

he sees you getting picked on by your classmates and he gets so confused

you didn’t do anything wrong?

he should say something

“Why are you guys being so mean? (Y/N) didn’t do anything, did they?”

it was a genuine question and it catches your bullies (and you) off guard

so when they have to admit they’re just being mean, Jooyeon simply responds with:

“That’s stupid.”

and he laughs at them back

watching your bullies be confused by him helps you feel better, and you make sure to sit closer to him from then on

taglist: @dazzlingligth , @mini-mews , @mxlly143 , @somethingaboutcheese , comment to be added!⁎⁺˳✧༚

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Sunshine for Everyone pt.2

Pricefield! Fluff!

Life is Strange - Max Caufield x Chloe Price

After saving Chloe at the expense of Arcadia Bay, our favorite girls are forced to flee their hometown. It soon becomes apparent that while they can run from the storm, running from their desires just isn't plausible.

click here for part one

“I swear I could sleep forever,” Max mutters, cuddling into the blanket further. The motel had proven to be a good idea, using someone else’s hot water and blankets was always nice. The pair were too tired to even notice the television only had four channels, or that the mattress was a little lumpy. Maybe things just weren’t so bad if they had each other.

“We can stay as long as you'd like,” Chloe trails off, “s’cheap enough anyways we deserve a vacation.” she babbles with eyes half closed, no longer sure of her words. The girls lay in bed, inches between. The last room available happened to be a single, and she had managed to haggle the price down, so fucking score again. When the man in the office mentioned the single bed, Chloe felt something flutter deep in her gut. It was a giddy, childlike feeling, but muddled with some sort of anxiety. 

Max shifted in the bed, mind still racing, “Will you hold me?” She heard the words fall from her lips before they even registered in her brain. The question appears to catch both girls off guard. It hung in the air for a moment, Max began to babble, face growing red, “I- 'm sorry I really didn’t mean to… I just, I can't stop it's all too much. I don’t know what's w-wrong with me.”

Without hesitation, she pulls the smaller girl into her arms, as if rehearsed, as if Chloe had been waiting a lifetime. Instantly the tension evicts Max’s body. The sweet musk of her shampoo, perfume, whatever it was completely enveloped Chloe. Holding her tight just felt natural, like all was well with the world. Comforting others has never come easy for Chloe, always awkward, never knowing what to say or do. Not with Max though, she made everything easy. Existing with her felt like hearing an old song and singing along perfectly, yet recalling none of the lyrics. She traces small circles into Max’s back, the smaller girl somewhat buried in her chest.

“There is nothing wrong with you,” Chloe starts, angry at the world for putting her max through all of this, “y-you didn't ask for any of this. You shouldn't have seen even half the shit you did. Max, I swear to you if there was a way I could take it all away, I’d do it.” Max looks up at her, tears in those beautiful blue eyes threatening to spill. A pang of fear hits Chloe right in the gut. Did she say something wrong? Did Chloe cause those tears? 

She begins to ramble, “Shit, I’m not saying I'm not glad I found you again, or that you shouldn’t have saved me or-or anything like that,” a sense of urgency laced her tone, god she was supposed to be helping not making it worse. “I just- I wish I could fix it, seriously Max. I am so so fucking happy you’re with me again. I don’t know, I guess, i-i just feel like it's all my fault” Her voice thickened towards the end, holding back a sob. ‘This is not about you Chloe,’ she thinks, reprimanding herself for being so selfish. But the guilt had been festering, gnawing at her organs like some feral dog with a bone. She was the reason the whole world had turned upside down.

“C-Chloe,” Max mumbled, sitting up to look at her properly. With shaky hands, she took the girl's face in her hands. Forcing Chloe to meet her eyes, hands lingering on her cheeks a bit too long before pushing the messy blue hair behind her ears. Her hands rest languidly on Chloe’s shoulders, reassuring her somehow. Max sat and contemplated her next words before answering, “None of this was you, okay? This is some freak-supernatural stuff okay? I do not blame you. Do you hear me? Please don't ever think that. I’d go through it all again if it meant I had you. Chloe, you're my best friend.”

It was like Max was able to reach inside and undo the knots in Chloe’s stomach. No one had ever done so with such ease, such grace. Not even Rachel, though that hurt to admit. Max just knew her, regardless of the years apart. Deep down, way below the rough punk girl exterior, Chloe was still the same little girl Max had grown up with. A soft smile inched its way to the surface, god how could she not smile looking at her? The way her hair fell, perfectly framed those soft doe eyes. Those fucking freckles and long lashes. The way Max would look up at her, eyelids heavy, how could anyone keep a straight face? Chloe hadn’t realized she was staring until she felt a soft squeeze on her shoulder.

“Thank you,” Chloe mustered up, embarrassment pricking at her cheeks. She shifted in place, yearning for closeness once more. These feelings, they can't be normal. Max’s words reverberate in her skull, ‘my best friend’  they stung a little. Those ten letters formed a lump in her throat, a pit in her chest. The words had some sort of mal effect on her, and she just couldn’t pinpoint the reason. Chloe once again chalked it up to just feeling weird about Arcadia.

The blank look in Chloe’s eyes prompts Max to speak. Whatever had her in such a trance could not possibly be kind. Max used a shaky hand to brush the girl’s cheek, “Do you think we could get some sleep now?” she proposed, pulling Chloe from the complexities that danced in her mind. 

She nods silently and lays her head on the pillow, wriggling slightly to settle in. Max drapes an arm around her shoulders, pulling that mess of blue hair onto her chest. Upon feeling the weight on her chest, Max lets out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. This was a comfort unknown to her, never before had she felt this light. An absentminded hand travels to Chloe’s hair, despite all the bleach and dye damn it was soft. With her fingers tangled in the blue locks, everything felt right in the world.

“Everything that happened was so terrible,” Max breathes, wanting to offer one final comfort before slumber claimed them both, “It was so terrible, we’re not okay. But we’re gonna be. We can work through it Price, we’re a team and-and we can heal together. I’ll help you, we don't have to face things alone.” max consoled, her voice wavering ever so slightly. 

“It's you and me against the world Caufield, now and forever,” Chloe assured, tightening her grip on the smaller girl, as if afraid she’d get snatched away, “seriously max, what would I do without you?” she let out a small chuckle before closing her eyes and passing out, still entangled with her best friend.

I have yet to begin writing the rest of this (call of duty brainrot is taking over my life) but i promise my google doc has many many ideas. stay tuned ig? lots of love, liz

[campbyler]

the perks of being european: u can start ur day with beautiful new 30k chapter 🙏🏻♥️

i admire everyone who read this chapter in less than an hour. u guys r insane. it took me like 2,5 hours to read it but i have to stop to scream into my pillow.

mike and will r so.. idek how to describe them. scared? they r not stupid cause in both povs we see that they realize that their dynamic has shifted.

like will observed in the vending machine scene their kisses became more soft? romantic? u can tell that they r not just attracted to each other physically they really like to spend time together.

the stargazing, the hand holding, the longing stares omg. i get why mike wouldn't go further. even if those feelings aren’t new the circumstances r and it Is scary considering their complicated history. (unrelated but i hope history by 1d is on the master playlist 😭)

we actually got to see that mike feels the same when he got upset that will said the “wither away” thing. that so like their pre isolation cabin selfs - insults each other just to control the urge to start making out 😭 glad that will didn’t control it this time and i can bark cause of kissing shoulder scene.

poor will almost had a stroke cause of mikes edward cullenofication And his best friend only made it worst with her deductive skills. but i think max dropped this conversation too fast. i have a feeling that it will come out after some time. it must be so scary for will to open up like that especially, if i remember correctly, nobody really knows what actually happened between he and mike. also “i don't wanna keep secrets just to keep u”.

i loved el and her dedication to all the good stuff she can eat. i bet she’d murder that one poor little camper who would take the last pancake 💔

and i Really liked that little dad son bonding moment. van camping doesn’t sound that bad for me will!!! at least u don’t have to sleep outside 😭

“twenty stitches in a hospital room” and it actually two band-aids in the middle of the forest. at least we know that poor mike won’t get a gangrene 💔

will feeling better when he’s around mike even if he does such an unpleasant thing as wilderness week. what if i die?

“Really – now that the beast has been vanquished, what’s the worst that could happen?” the phrase after which nothing never goes wrong 🙏🏻 im not scared at all 🙏🏻

i also have a question about chapter playlist. how do u guys choose song for each chapter? does the person who write this chapter does all by themself? or u brainstorm the best songs from the master playlist altogether? have u ever added the song to the chapter playlist even if it wasn’t in the main one?

thank u for the chapter suni! i hope ur feeling better and im giving u ur favorite soup 🫂

sorry for such messy comment it turned out so long and i feel like i didn’t write the half of the things i thought about 😭

hi alya! sorry it took me one million years to answer this ask but it was so thoughtful and thorough that i wanted to wait until i had the time to do it justice with the response 🫡🫡

first, i am sooooo so glad you liked chapter 7 because it was insanely fun for me to write! really enjoyed writing it and their shifting dynamic and i’m super glad that came through! you’re so right in saying that neither of them is stupid enough to Not notice how things are changing between them, and they both are definitely coming to terms with the realization that they do enjoy each other’s company in a way that is more than just physical. i think for meeee one of the most fun things abt this chapter was writing the different ways they approached that realization, especially from will’s pov. the feelings definitely are not new for either of them, which i think is pretty obvious by this point in the fic, but both of them are used to turbulence and are anticipating that and don’t really know what to do without it! super glad you picked up on mike’s hesitation as well — i think people tend to characterize our mike as “all in” or a lot more open about his feelings than will is, which is true to an extent, but he has his limitations just as much as will does and maybe even more at times.

anyways all that to say that i’m really glad that the chapter came through the way i was intending! the other parts of it were so fun to write as well — the hopper and will moment, el and max, so on and so forth. re max: it definitely is very hard for will to say the things he’s feeling to her, and battling with not wanting to keep such a big secret from his best friend vs not wanting to betray the newfound trust between him and mike is absolutely something he has been struggling with. very excited to see how that plays out hehe ( <- knows exactly how it will play out)

as for your last question, we have a couple initial songs for every chapter that have been in the playlist doc for a while, usually the “main” song for that chapter, but it’s pretty much up to whoever is writing to choose the rest of the songs and move them around/add and remove as desired! we try to keep it about 5-6 songs per chapter to keep the playlist from getting monstrous (bar some very Long and Dense chapters that are getting more) but what we do is we assemble the chapter playlist as we write and then let the others know in case there is a song that someone thinks doesn’t fit or has a better suggestion for. we’ve absolutely added songs that aren’t in the master playlist before, especially ones we stumble across and realize would be perfect for a chapter.

so sorry for taking forever to answer this and then writing an absolute essay in this response 😭 thanks soooo much for the love alya we appreciate you sm 🫶🏽🫶🏽

[onecantsimply]

English is not my first language so sorry for any mistake.

While normally i would ask for jack the ripper(who is one of my favorite characters),i really just need Beelzebud with a immortal s/o (gender neutral if possible).This man suffered so much and i just want to give him a hug.

Thank you and have a nice day/night

You have a nice day / night as well.

As long as I can get what you’re saying I should be fine with the request-

Gender neutral is out of the question unless a different gender is specifically requested.

Ngl this is my first time writing about Beelzebub-

May be short, so my apologies-

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“…” A familiar black haired male looked to be silently staring down at the limp body of his loved one. They had a hole through their heart.

An unfortunate had truly unfolded the moment Beelzebub had settled himself as comfortable in their arms. And that unfortunate event led to the uncomfortable sight he had himself seeing right now.

“…” Beelzebub softly got down to his knees, faintly turning the face of his (H/c) haired lover to him. “… You’re not disappearing.” The male’s soft voice spoke. He then looked to the wound that he himself had created. His eyes widened faintly when he saw it slowly beginning to close up, slowly healing. The male could feel his faint confusion bubbling up. Especially as his previously dead lover, had managed to grasp onto their life once again.

“Beelzebub… what the fuck.“ They spoke, clearly both pissed and confused at what had happened.

“(Y/n)…” The black haired male quickly pulled them in for a relieved hug. “I’ll explain everything… But… just stay…” He muttered.

“…” (Y/n) silently put an arm around Beelzebub’s figure, gently brushing a hand through his hair. His eyes were closed as the relief and disbelief silently coursed through his body.

The immense curiosity seemed to be coursing through his brain as well. But even through that, his other emotions rushed at him like never before.

“… Are you immortal?” Beelzebub mumbled, closing his eyes as he felt (Y/n)’s hand gently petting at his head.

“Yeah…” They answered. “… Just a punishment from the Gods…” (Y/n) looked down faintly. “… Now why don’t you explain?”

“…” Beelzebub gently pulled away from them, a faint frown making its way onto his face. “Well, It’s something from birth…” He mumbled. (Y/n) blinked, their silence being a sign for him to continue. “And since then… those who I happen to love with my upmost limit get destroyed by something I myself cannot control.”

“…” (Y/n)’s expression seemed to soften when they heard that. “That’s why you did that, then.” They smiled faintly, once again pulling Beelzebub in for a hug. “While it may be coming to a cost, I’m glad to know you love me to your utmost limit.” The male gently closed his eyes as (Y/n) kept him in a comforting hug. “I’m sure it’ll be bearable as long as you’re still here.” Beelzebub gave a faint nod, gently resting himself in (Y/n)’s grip.

And this time, he didn’t change.

[cal-a-bungaa]

Home - Jake Kiszka

Home Part 3 - Jake Kiszka

Link to part one, two ....

Synopsis: Child on the way in the midst of a failing marriage, neither of you expected this, but are willing to make the effort to do what’s best.

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: mentions of cheating, couples therapy, swearing, mentions of sex and pregnancy, ANGST

Enjoy!

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Jake was on a mission to find peonies. He’d been to every store he could think that sold flowers, and now he was blindly wandering around the farmer’s market. It was his last hope in surprising you with your favorite flowers. He remembers the way you insisted those be the flowers for your wedding. You clenched a bouquet of baby pink peonies as you took each step towards him and your future together. His beautiful wife. 

Wife.

It still felt like a dream to him that you were actually his wife. It was a year today and he felt giddy on the inside to be able to celebrate this monumental moment with you. He had panicked this morning before you woke up and called his mom for advice on how to treat you today. Even Josh had told him to pick up your favorite things and that you were his wife so why ask him. Jake just wanted this day to be perfect. And if he can’t find these damn flowers, he’s gonna throw a fit and swear the day was ruined. Jake wanted to see your eyes light up and you press your nose between the petals to smell the sweet scent. 

In a matter of minutes on his aimless journey for peonies, he finally sees a flower stand. Jake also spots a woman observing the fresh blooms that looks oddly a lot like you. He panicked for a second, hoping you weren’t buying them for yourself. But the closer he got, he realized that it wasn’t you, but rather a stranger. She was pretty. She reminded him of you in the way her eyes sparkled and hair blew with the wind. But she just wasn't you. It does strike him as a coincidence that she would be standing in front of the exact flowers he had been hunting for all morning.

“Can I squeeze past you real quick?” Jake asks the nameless woman. 

She turns and looks startled for a second before kindly nodding and stepping to the side. He plucks a bouquet of peonies from the bucket before him. 

“Those for someone special?” The lady asks.

“Huh?” Jake wasn't expecting any more interaction with her. “Oh. Yeah, they’re my wife's favorite.”

She smiles at him. “That’s sweet.” He simply nods, ready to check out and get back to you. “Do you know what they represent?” She asks Jake.

“No? I didn’t know flowers could represent anything.” He chuckles. 

“Good luck and prosperity.” She flashes one last smile before slowly disappearing into the crowd.

“Mr. Kiszka.” Jake hears someone say. 

“Jake.” It’s your voice now. 

Jake blinks several times, knowing himself out of his daze. “Sorry, what?” He thinks he sees you twirling your wedding band around your finger in the corner of his sight as the doctor writes something down in her book.

“I asked you how you feel about your wife's pregnancy.”

Your husband looks over at you fully, wanting to place his hand on the soft swell of your belly, but refrains from doing so. “I didn’t think I could love her more after she told me.” he answers truthfully. 

“I’m glad you feel that way, Jake, but you did what you did and I don’t want our child growing up in a broken home.” You trail off at the end into a whisper. 

“Do you not believe you can fix your relationship, Mrs. Kiszka?”

You suck in your bottom lip before answering the doctor's question. “If we do, it still wouldn’t be the same.” Jake felt the guilt fill him again.

“Maybe not going back to what you two were before as individuals and as a couple is for the best. Change can be good.”

Jake remains silent. “But how am I supposed to continue being with him if I can’t stop thinking about this other woman in his life?” 

“That is for you to figure out. We don’t have the answers, sometimes never find them either, but all you two can do is try for yourselves if you still love each other and for your child.”

“I do still love him, I just can’t stop thinking about what he did…”

“You can forgive without forgetting.” You give a short nod before going silent. “Jacob, do you still love your wife?” 

This time, Jake doesn’t hold back and takes your hand in his. “Very much.” You give him a squeeze. That was the first time you’d allowed him to touch you and it lit a fire under him. He had hope for the two of you. For the three of you. 

“And that should be enough for you two to have the motivation to fix what has been broken.”

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You didn’t know how to feel after the session you had that day. You let Jake grasp your hand and even gave him reassurance when he wasn’t the one that needed it. He needed to let you know that you guys can make this work. It was so hard to erase the images that would flash through your mind. It made you feel like you failed. You failed so much that he seeked out what he couldn’t get from you in someone else. Being at home with just him was still hard. It took so much effort out of you to just look him in the eyes most times. You could tell that he wanted to fix everything, but how could he when nothing had been talked about and when it was, it would turn into screams bouncing off the walls covered in the memories you had made together. 

Even now as he strummed soft tunes on his acoustic guitar that was usually propped up in the corner of the living room, it pained you. Did she hear his voice and talent? You sat on the plush sofa with a maternity book, barely paying attention to the printed words. It was tempting to forget everything and just kiss your husband. You craved his touch, maybe it was the pregnancy hormones, but your mind wouldn’t let you do that to yourself. In the midst of recalling how your husband's hands felt on your body and his mouth, his ringtone blasts throughout the room. A moment of panic washes over you. Is it her? Is she calling him while he’s right next to you?

“Hi, mom.” relief overcomes you and you release the breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. “Baby, she wants to talk to you.” He stands before you, handing you his phone.

You shot him a curious look. “Hi Karen!” The enthusiasm in your voice feels almost forced even though you love his mom dearly.

“Hi sweetheart, I already asked Jacob, and he told me you may not be feeling up to it. Kelly and I would love to have you and the boys all over for dinner tonight.” 

This time you really shoot Jake a look that would kill if he was paying attention. “Oh um.. Maybe not tonight, Jake and I were just gonna have dinner here and relax..” She probably senses your lie with her motherly instincts.

Rustling comes from the other line before you hear your infamous brother-in-law squawking in your ear. “You have to come! We’re all here!” Jake’s ears perk up at the sound of his twin practically screaming at you to go to come to the dinner.

“Josh, firstly, you don’t have to yell. Secondly, fine.” 

You had to pull the phone away from your ear as cheers rang through the speaker. Goodbyes happened and you were giving Jake his phone back which he surprisingly pockets immediately. The two of you sit in awkward silence for a moment or two. 

You get up from the couch, smoothing out the sundress you had picked out for the day. “We don’t have to go.” Jake tells you from his original spot in the armchair. 

“I already told Josh that we would.”

Ever since you found out about your pregnancy, you’d been ecstatic. You’d been trying for a baby since before you were even married and now that it happened, it felt like a nightmare under these circumstances. You’d been so excited to share the news with your husband, knowing that he would share those same feelings you did. But now… now it seemed like Jake was just saying whatever he could to win back your favor. Even now as you looked at yourself in the mirror that leaned against the clean white walls of your bedroom, you found little enjoyment from the life growing inside of you. You didn’t want him to find out the way he did. You definitely don’t want anyone else knowing until your marriage is in a better place, but that may not even be before you give birth; if you give birth. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. 

Jake and you both knew that his mom would immediately recognize your symptoms and put the pieces of the puzzle together as you approached the house he had grown up in. You held onto your husband's arm for support. He knew you were nervous and it was not without reason. Jake understood that being around his family at this time would be stressful and it would be hard to hide the chemistry you usually had that diminished. And as soon as greeting each Kiszka was over, Karen drags you away to the kitchen with the excuse that she needs help in the kitchen. 

She leans against the counters, holding your hand in hers. “Go on, tell me what’s wrong.” 

The tears you’ve been keeping trapped away feel like they’re about to break free as you gather her into a hug. “I don’t know what to do anymore.”

“What do you mean, honey?” She whispers into your ear, petting down the flying hairs on your head.

“Jake and I… we’re not okay and I don’t know what to do about it.” You sob into her neck. 

“Everything is going to be okay..” She pushes her head against yours before holding you at arm's length. “You and him have been together for eight years and have been to hell and back, you can get through this.”

Eight years? Shit. It was your second year of marriage… 

You had entirely spaced on the fact that today was to be special and celebrated, not spent crying into your mother-in-laws shoulder about your failing marriage. It seemed that Jake had forgotten too as he would normally make this day one to remember every year. On this day, you’d usually be gifted with the sweet smell of peonies as you wake up and breakfast being made downstairs. This year, you’d spent it repairing and dealing with his mistakes and having to suppress the hurt you felt. 

“You forgot didn’t you?” You nod. She releases your arms to cup your face and wipe the tears from under your eyes. 

“Forgot what?” 

The sound of your husband's voice pangs your heart. He really did forget too. “Just the happiest day of your life, Jakey boy!” Josh’s voice rings in everyone's ears. 

You see the wave of realization wash across your husband's face. You understood, it didn’t erase the hurt you felt towards the fact that such a special day had completely been forgotten. Karen releases you to resume cooking. You stood staring at Jake while Josh stood like a lost puppy, looking between the two of you. He could sense something was wrong with a brother, he likes to say it's their twin power. Jake brushes off his brother to go to you, takes your hand in his like his mother did just a few minutes ago. The contact from him lights you up. He’s trying to apologize without having to say the words in front of his family.

Jake leads you to your seats at the dining table after his mother announces that the food is ready. Conversation comes smoothly and for a moment you can forget about all the bad that has been happening in your lives. Sam jokes around as usual and the twins discuss music with their father. The house was full of life once more. It felt like old times. You remember the first time Jake ever brought you home. It was such a different environment from your home, but you quickly grew to love this family as your own and imagined being in their lives forever. Now, you question that. Jake still held onto your hand under the table, giving you soft squeezes every so often when you grew silent. You hadn’t laughed or smiled like this in so long, it was refreshing. Jake loved seeing you so happy and wished it could be like this all of the time.

The sun went down and the lively conversations grew duller, everyone full from their meals and caught up. Jake had been reaching into his pocket throughout the night, you imagined he was playing with his keys. That was until the blaring ringtone silenced the room. The tension that rose strangled you, you felt your breathing stop when your husband released your hand to excuse himself from the table. 

Jake went outside to take his call. She had been texting him all night and had been trying to ignore the way his phone buzzed with every notification. Closing the sliding glass door behind him, he catches your eyes. Your burning eyes. He turns away, pressing the green answer button on his phone screen. 

Taking a deep breath, he growls into the phone. “I told you not to call me anymore.”

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[heisenberg-simp257]

I have to say I’ve read your content more than anyone else I’ve read from but I wanted to request a Heisenberg x Dimitrescu! Reader. W/ the prompt 75/105. Like big mommy finds out her youngest daughter (readerrr) has been sneaking around with heis and the reader escapes her mothers wrath but has no where to go so she runs to heisendaddy and he like idk takes her in. I’ve never requested anything before and I’m high at 4:43 am I hope this makes sense. Thank you good yard

You're all good!💖 I'm glad you requested something!😁

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Mother Knows Best: Dimitrescu Edition

Lady Dimitrescu finds out her daughter has been sneaking around with the one man she hates the most.

#75 “Your father/mother will kill me.”

#105 “There is no power in this world which can stop me from taking you away. All you have to do is say yes.”

If there’s one thing about Lady Dimitrescu that is scary, it’s her patience. That, and her personal vendettas against others. A combination of those two make for a deadly woman.

But you never thought she would use those two deadly characteristics against her own flesh and blood.

You were one of Dimitrescu’s daughters. The youngest, to be precise. However, unlike your other sisters, you were biologically related to Dimitrescu. When she went through Mother Miranda’s experiments, so did you, so you guys could continue to be together forever. Still, you were considered younger than the others. Even after the creation of your “siblings”, you used to be her favorite.

Key word “used”.

She was a very loving and caring mother, contrary to what people probably thought. However, she had one rule that was to not be broken. That was to stay away from men, especially Heisenberg. Being her daughter, Dimitrescu thought you would share her opinion.

She was wrong.

“No one has to know...please...” You snuck out again to see Lord Heisenberg. You couldn’t help yourself. Normally, you’d accompany your mother to meetings with the other lords, where you first met Heisenberg.

After a while, you’ve received secret letter from him, and soon you guys were meeting up, unbeknownst to your family.

“I think that we could make this relationship work...” You pleaded, holding onto him tighter as the cold wind blew. The two of you always met at the ceremony site, close to both your homes.

“Your mother will kill me.” He said with a chuckle, but obviously looking pleased at the thought of pissing Lady Dimitrescu off. You giggled a bit, even though there was a bit of fear coiling in the pit of your gut.

Because he was right. Your mother would kill him.

“So, you want to have me?” You asked in hoping you read his tone right. Heisenberg simply chuckled before cupping your face with his hands, thumbs stroking your cheeks.

“Does this answer your question, darling...?” 

With that, he leaned down to kiss you. What would become the first of many...

You’ve hidden this from your mother for what felt like months now. You knew she would be furious if she found out, but you didn’t want to stop seeing him. In this isolated life of yours, he gave you a taste of freedom.

But your mother would never understand that.

It was her calm voice that frightened you the most. The voice Dimitrescu used when she was too upset to yell. You ignored the giggling of your adopted sisters as you made your way to your mother’s chambers. When Cassandra said she wanted to see you alone, you knew it was nothing good.

“Mother...you wanted to see me?” You hated how frightened you sounded when you entered the room.

“Ah yes, my dear Y/N...my precious daughter...” Her back was to you as she took a sip of wine. You couldn’t see the tension in her face as she tried her best to keep herself from losing her temper.

“I’ve heard...” She swished the glass around.

“...a little rumor...” She sat up as you awaited her words, heart pounding against your ribcage.

Then she slammed the wine glass down with an intense crack.

“That you’ve been seeing that mongrel Heisenberg!” Now she raised her voice as she stood to her full height, turning to face you with a look a burning anger.

“I-I...I-I...” You tried to say otherwise, but she’s already seen through you. In fact, she has for a while now, hoping you would stop. Seeing that wasn’t happening, she took matters into her own hands.

“Save it! I already know everything! I had one simple rule, and you couldn’t even respect it! Damn you!” Your mother raised her voice, taking a couple threatening steps towards you and you instinctively took a couple steps back.

“Don’t back away from me. We are talking.” She said in such a cold yet motherly tone, causing you to freeze in your tracks. Her look of anger then turned to a look of disappointment.

“Y/N...how could you do this me?” Now she just sounded sad, causing your heart to break a little.

“M-Mother...I’m sorry...I just love him so much, and I-” However, with those words, her anger sparked back.

“You WHAT!?” She punched the wall, causing it to crack and pieces to fall off. You squeaked at the action, cowering before your mother’s wrath. In all your life, you’ve never made her blow up like this before.

It was terrifying.

However, just as tears pricked the corners of your eyes, your mother took a few calming breaths. After she pinched the bridge of nose, mumbling something under her breath, she glared at you with the steeliest gaze you’ve ever seen.

“Go.” She hissed, and you blinked a couple of times.

“W-What?” You stuttered, and you could tell from her breathing that she was trying to control her temper so you wouldn’t get more frightened.

“You are not my daughter. If you’re not going to respect my rules, then leave.” Your mother growled at you, causing you stand up straighter on your shaky legs. She couldn’t be serious, could she?

“Mother, please, I-” You started to say, but she cut you off.

“Leave now! Go to that bastard! If I ever see you here again, I will throw you in the dungeons!” She shouted at you, rage returning as she pointed towards the doors. You squeaked in terror before rushing out.

That’s how you ended up crying in the snow where you usually meet Heisenberg. You couldn’t believe that your own mother kicked you out, and your sisters did nothing to help you.

“Y/N? What happened?” The familiar voice of your man caused you to glance up. 

There was Heisenberg, looking beyond concerned for you. He’s never seen you cry like this before. Sure, a couple times after some family feuds, but never like this. 

“She...She knows...” You managed to get out as you wiped at your eyes. Heisenberg’s face hardened at that, and he clenched his fists in rage. 

“That bitch...” He muttered so you couldn’t hear. Then, Heisenberg offered you a hand to help you get on your feet, which you accepted. He couldn’t stand seeing you so broken, especially since he knew you loved both him and your family so much.

But he knew that it was a toxic environment for you, and he needed to save you from it.

“There is no power in this world which can stop me from taking you away. All you have to do is say yes.” Heisenberg said in a serious tone, seeing how upset you were. You were still shaking slightly, but you eventually threw yourself into his arms.

“Yes...Oh god yes...take me away from here, please...” You begged him, and he simply rubbed your back.

Then he chuckled.

“She scared you that much? Bitch...Well, it’s settled, you’re coming to stay with me.” He said, even though you glared at him for calling your mother a bitch.

“You don’t mind?” You asked him hesitantly, knowing how the man liked his privacy. He gave you an appalled look.

“Are you serious? Anything to keep you safe.” Heisenberg promised before giving you a kiss to the tip of your nose. You smiled a bit, feeling safer with him than you ever did back in that castle.

“Now, do you need anything from home? I could get it for you...maybe teaching someone a lesson as I go.” He said with a chuckle, making a direct threat towards Lady Dimitrescu.

“Well, some things, but please...don’t hurt them, Heisenberg. They are still my family...and I still care.” You said, and he dramatically sighed.

“What a buzzkill...” He mumbled causing you to swat at him. Then, with a grin and a flourish, he promised to retrieve your things as stealthily as possible while welcoming you into your new home with him. 

It’s what you always wanted. A life with Heisenberg.

Still, you hoped to one day rekindle the bond you had with your mother, hoping it wasn’t too late. But that day, you saw her true colors. Heisenberg made you happy, and she couldn’t respect that, even if she stated that staying away from him was for your safety.

Even so, if you had to make the same choice, you’d pick Heisenberg every time.

[junicult]

if you don't mind me asking, who are you favorite bachelors to write? lol obviously you love Harvey (as do i) but i"m just wondering if theres any bachelors that you don't like/aren't willing to do singular posts for? btw i'm in love with your blog <3 <3

hm, i’m actually kinda glad u asked this anon.

so as for bachelors i don’t like / aren’t willing to write for—i wouldn’t say i feel that way about any of them. i’ll write for all of them, my hc posts being proof of that.

if i had to go in order of which bachelor i liked the most…i mean…harvey. duh. (no one’s surprised.)

in my very first post, i just kinda started writing with whoever came to mind first, i didn’t really put it into an order of who i like most / least. that order has always stuck with me (harvey, sam, shane, sebastian, alex, elliot) just cus i think the organization looks nice. although i feel like i accidentally conditioned myself into making that the actual order of who i like most to least😭😭😭

writing for harvey just gets my creative juices flowing, u know. i just love writing for him cus he’s the literal embodiment of my type LMFAO.

i love sam because he and i are veerryyyy similar. at least in the way that i hc him. plus he’s the bachelor that i’m most close with in age, so i just love him a lot.

tbh, shane isn’t my type in the slightest. i’ve never once married him in game, but for some reason i think he’s really fun to write sometimes. i mostly dickride the fanon version of him tho, i feel like if i stuck with canon i’d get bored (i sound like a horrible person😭😭) he’s got a very interesting storyline and he actually has character, so i like that a lot.

i definitely like sebastian more then shane as a bachelor tbh. i’ve always been more drawn to people that are shy and reserved and he’s exactly like that. i think he has a really interesting storyline that makes it enjoyable to write with.

as for alex, i actually love him believe it or not😭😭 i like how he’s a lowkey asshole, super self centered and stuff but he’s genuinely oblivious to it. like some of his dialogue where he’s just outright a dick & he doesn’t even realize it makes me laugh so hard. the one where he talks abt how he doesn’t want to donate his shoes bc he doesn’t like the idea of someone else WEARING HIS SHOES & then he just says “…what?” afterwards like…i can appreciate the humor. i think his backstory might be my favorite just because i can relate to it. he’s a genuine guy who tries to hide behind his masculinity, and by definition i don’t really gravitate towards those kinds of people, but i like him a lot.

and elliot…lol ok. it’s not that i don’t like him, that’s not it at all. i think he’s sweet, and i always enjoy getting my hearts up with him—but he’s definitely my least favorite to write. that’s only because he’s just kinda…there. lol. he doesn’t have a backstory, or much backbone to write with. i mean, we both have similar interests obviously, i love to write too, but that’s just about it that i have in common with him LMFAO. i can understand why people like him tho, so i won’t stop writing for him. i’m also open to getting to know him more, don’t get me wrong. i just haven’t.

so to answer ur question anon (cus i got WAY too carried away lol) i’ll write for any of them. but i guess, if i got an ask only to write for elliot…i might not AND IM SO SORRY ABOUT THAT!!!!!!!

i usually write whenever i feel entertained by the prompt, or when i feel extra creative, so who’s to say that i’ll never write for elliot stand-alone.

if someone wanted me to write for harvey and i just wasn’t very interested by the idea, then i probably wouldn’t do that either. i wish i had the drive to write like other people can, but i really only write if i’m enjoying what i’m writing.

i hope this helps, and thank you sm for liking my blog 🩷🩷

[addictedtostorytelling]

“An Opposite of Echoes” Chapter 25

I just can’t with these two…my gosh they’re so perfect for each other & so sweet. The way Grissom is always anticipating Sara’s needs (turning off the heat as soon as they get in the car), the way Sara doesn’t push Grissom to ask something he isn’t ready to ask (and I’m over here trying to figure out what he wants to ask…more on that later), all the conversations they have in the car, Sara reflecting on the conversation in the kitchen & how Grissom continues to tell & show her how they they do it, how Grissom said he remembers everything those first few minutes after finding out Sara was pregnant & Sara just remembers being scared, the adorable interaction with the little girl & her parents - I mean, this was such a sweet chapter & I’m going to go read it a few more times. I could read an entire book or watch an entire show of these two just going about life & living it like this. And as someone who didn’t grow up in the most functional family & is scared to get married or have kids, seeing how these (fictional as they may be) characters interact gives me hope.

Onto more pressing matters - what question does Grissom want to ask Sara but is still afraid to ask? I’ve been trying to piece this together & I’m sure we’ll get the answer in the next chapter but I’m going to throw out my guess (as of now…I’ll let you know if it changes later) - does Grissom want to ask if he can touch Sara’s belly? A few things have led me here - I don’t believe he has so far (although if I have time to rereads everything, maybe I’ll discover I’m forgetting it), the number of references to Sara continuously laying her hand on her belly without even noticing sometimes (so sweet by the way - especially in the last chapter with Ecklie where she felt the need to protect the babies from Ecklie - yes I said babies on purpose because I’m fully convinced it’s twins), the fact that Grissom is so careful and considerate of Sara even asking if it’s okay to put a picture of the ultrasound on his desk once it’s safe for everyone to know (how thoughtful can he be?!), Sara has already told Grissom that he’s going to make a wonderful father so he wouldn’t ask that (and I love that they both continue to express that to each other), and that Sara isn’t hiding that she’s always touching her belly from him but also hasn’t asked if he wants to touch her belly - she’s giving him time - realizing that while she’s continuously going between amazement & scared, he’s likely going back & forth between two extreme emotions/feelings as well - trying to balance them & there co-existence despite being opposites.

I have another comment I just thought of yesterday. The series title. Happy Accidents. It’s plural. Have you been hinting at twins since the beginning & telling us? A baby would be an Accidents. Twins would be Accidents. Although as Sara has decided, given the ability to go back in time, she’s choose to conceive knowing what she knows now. She’s so happy & content that while the pregnancy may have technically started off as an “oopies” she’s never been more happy and content in her life.

And Grissom likely hasn’t either. They’ve got each other, they’ve got their babies to look forward to, and they’ve got each other. They’re going to make wonderful parents.

I may be back again before the final chapter is posted : ) it’s freezing where I live & it’s the best time to reread my favorite Sara & Grissom fanfiction series!

cont.: Correction to my ask - chapter 24, not 25. I was so excited to get to my theory that I mistyped the chapter.

hi, @chelsshearman!

great to hear from you again! i'm so glad you enjoyed the chapter.

i had told you previously that this one had some of my favorite scenes of the entire fic, and i'm so pleased to know you liked them, as well. i also can't tell you how much it touches me to know that you find hope in this story. truly, there is no better feeling for me as a writer. 💙

as for your theory—

i can say up front: grissom has definitely touched (and even kissed) sara's belly in this story—albeit usually in a kind of way where the action seems mostly incidental/unconscious on his part and never with any spoken acknowledgment of what he's doing. sara has made note of this behavior in her inner monologue and even stated her interpretation of why she thinks he's doing it, but you are right to point out she has never yet broached the subject with him, as, like you say, she is being conscientious of his feelings.

as for the series title, all i will say is that when grissom and sara first say the phrase "happy accidents" in the eponymous fic, they are thinking that their whole relationship to date has been a series of happy accidents: sara somewhat accidentally attended grissom's seminar in san francisco, they accidentally fell in love, grissom accidentally became the night shift supervisor and so was able to hire sara at the lvpd crime lab, their relationship was accidentally revealed to the team during the events of sara's abduction by the miniature killer, they accidentally got pregnant a week after they eloped, etc.

thanks to bob ross for the phrase, of course.

—though there could always be other explanations of the title on a more doylist level. 😉

anyway.

thank you so much for all your kind words and for spending so much time with this story. it really does make my day not only that you read so carefully and devote mental energy to figuring out the little puzzles of this narrative but also that you so generously share your thoughts with me as the author. i appreciate every message.

stay warm and take care!

[calamityandme]

Today has been a day already lol. I went to a OBGYN appointment this morning and it went well.

In my appointment I was asked if I am eating and drinking enough. I was honest and said food has been hard recently (didn’t get too into it because I didn’t want to freak anyone out). I then talked to a social worker at the hospital and she gave me some resources in town.

Resources in hand, I picked my fiancé up from our house and we went to a local organization that provides utility assistance. The employees were really nice and helped answer our questions. Now we’re waiting for a call to see if we need to do anything else/if we’ve been approved.

After that we decided to try a food pantry. I used to go to the food pantry as a kid with my mom. I’ve also been many times as an adult, but it’s been a couple years since I’ve been.

The food pantry I used to go to made themselves primarily a mobile pantry. That isn’t that big of an issue, but because I only have one car between me and my partner it can be hard to access. I might try it again though.

The one I went to today was through the Salvation Army. Yes, the Salvation Army is a terrible organization, but they were to only ones open when we were looking.

We waited an hour to fill out paperwork. I was grateful to be able to wait indoors and not in the heat.

While we were waiting I couldn’t help but overhear a conversation between someone seeking assistance and the volunteer/employee.

“Do y’all have any fans?” The heavyset woman asked. She had a slicked back ponytail. She reminded me of myself.

“No. I’m not sure when we will be getting more,” The woman behind the desk answered.

“My house is really, really hot. Is there anyway I could get a fan?” She asked again. I could hear the desperation in her voice and it made me want to do something. The woman behind the desk shook her head no.

I thought about offering her one of our small, crappy fans we had just been using to cool down our 86 F house. I wanted to say,

“Girl I’m so sorry. We just got our air conditioner fixed and I understand living in a hot house”, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t guarantee my help would be better than what she already had.

The sad truth is also that I may need my shitty fan back. Our house is so much cooler than it was, but it’s still 77 F. It’s only going to get hotter from here. A selfish part of me knew I needed to keep my fans in case we need them.

The heat exhausted woman left. I felt empty.

Finally, we got some food. At some food pantries I’ve been to you get to choose what you get. This was a “you get what you get” sort of deal. Which is fine.

I was excited when I peaked at the four grocery bags from the pantry but decided to look completely when we got home.

Once I started putting food away did I start to feel stupid. Stupid as in, “you deserve what you’re getting for assuming your problems will be fixed with one pantry visit”.

We got a box full of glazed donuts. I was so excited until I picked the box up and noticed it was physically and visibly wet. The donuts leaked on the kitchen table. The expiration date said July 1st. Today is July 11th.

I don’t mind eating expired food but these were inedible. My partner tried microwaving one to give it a taste test. He isn’t usually squeamish with food but he couldn’t even swallow one bite.

Oh well.

The rest of the food was alright. There’s some things I’m very grateful for, like eggs, sausage patties and biscuit mix. Canned fruit cocktail. We also got some frozen catfish fillets! I have never cooked catfish before but my partner is excited to possibly fry it. Those things I’m very excited for.

There were some other things I am kind of bummed over. We got a large bag of frozen blueberries, which I’m glad to have…but we already had frozen blueberries. They happen to also be one of my least favorite fruits lol. Food is good though and beggars can’t be choosers. So now I just have an abundance of blueberries. I’ll have to find a recipe. Maybe blueberry pancakes.

I got a large can of pork from the pantry. I’ll save it in case of emergencies, but canned meat makes me feel so sick.

Picture from online for reference lol.

Now I’m home for the day and I feel like I should be doing more. Even though I’ve done a lot of things already today, I can’t help but feel time slipping through my fingers sitting on this shitty couch.

As I sit, I feel like I should go find another food pantry, hustle around town, anything that could help us survive. But my body is saying stay home.

I’ve talked to too many new people today. I don’t know if I can handle going to any more food pantries and explaining our financial situation over and over to people who have heard worse.

I’m going to fill a bowl, smoke out the window, and maybe try eating some of the new food.

I am excited for the food I can make. Now I could make breakfast sandwiches with the biscuit mix, frozen sausage patties and leftover American cheese slices from the fridge.

I know we will be okay. Every day things slowly get better.

[btscarnivalnet]

Headliner of the Month

Hello, Carnival Goers and Performers alike. Please give a round of applause for our Headliner of the Month: Our Wonderful Performer: Satvrn @herecomesjoon You are our Headliner of the Month! During this month, we want to showcase your incredible talent and skill and share it with the Carnival! For this month, we want you to pick three fics of yours that you’d like us to showcase, and we also wanted to ask you some questions so we can understand how you write, why and what you want to get across with your fics.

All questions are answered based on these three fics. Please read and give them some love!

A Year Of Sunshine Summary: You had always talked about being parents, but you didn’t imagine it would happen like this. Pairing: Jungkook x Reader Rating: 16+

A Brand New Day Summary: Moving away from home is terrifying, especially away from family. A lot can go wrong. But when you move cross country and start your first year of college, you learn that making your own family where you are is what will help you through the next several years. Pairing: Jungkook x Reader x Jimin x Reader x Hoseok Rating: 16+ Light Jar Summary: You grew up with him, and fell in love with him, knowing in your heart that he would never feel the same. An escape to college brought you stability, and you were able to set aside your adolescent feelings. When Namjoon showed up at your college coffee shop, you realized that those feelings never went away.  Pairing: Namjoon x Reader Rating: 18+

When did you start writing fics, and why? 

I started writing BTS Fanfic specifically in December of 2021. Dec. 11th is the one year anniversary for my first fic in the fandom. Overall though, man I think I published something when I was 16 or 17, so 2006 or 2007. But I’ve been writing in general as a way to explore the ideas and feelings I’ve had but had never had the courage or energy to explore. My introduction to ARMY was one that was pleasant and safe, and so after several months of just watching from the sidelines. Liking fic after reading them and reblogging visual content, I took the plunge. I started writing Light Jar first, but Switch ended up being the first published. Which looking back was the better call. I feel like if I had forced myself into completing Light Jar first, the final chapter wouldn’t have been as cathartic as it was for me. 

I think fanfic in general is a safe space for people to explore themselves. To indulge in ideas and fantasies that they can’t otherwise. And along the same lines, play by post roleplay is similar. Being able to put yourself into someone else’s shoes lets you think about these things. 

What was your first fic? (provide a link if you want?) First published BTS fic, Switch.

What is your latest fic? I’ve written several drabbles, but full length oneshot, A Year Of Sunshine

Fic Specific Questions

Why did you choose to write about the fics you have chosen? 

AYOS was started as an exploration in grief and mourning at a time that I really hadn’t experienced that. Outside of my grandmothers passing back in 2015, all of my family are still around, though I still miss my Grandma every day.

Sadly, the passing of my husband in September 2022 changed that. However, I’m glad that I had this fic as a way to comfort myself. A gentle reminder to lean on the people that were still around me, and that with time comes healing. In that way, AYOS has quickly become my favorite thing I’ve written.

Light Jar was a love letter to my roots in role play and my younger self. The plots and relationships that me and my friends would build together were wild and dramatic. The knowing looks from your friends, and the exasperation when two people you care about are so obviously in love. In a way too, this mirrored my own relationship with my husband, which at its core, was a solid friendship.

A Brand New Day was originally going to be a one-shot and it quickly grew out of hand. I wanted to write a ‘I fell for my grumpy neighbor’ fic that quickly got bigger than it should have been. It’s still incomplete due to life happening, but it still is one of the fics that I am most proud of. Because I did start writing this earlier in 2022, and while I was still figuring out how I wanted to approach writing fanfic, I decided to have a named reader. I think if I could go back and start again, I would just have Charlie be an OC and I should have written in the more familiar and comfortable third person. 

One of the things that I like about this fic too is that although it is written from Charlie's perspective, I still found ways to show the relationships between the guys as well. I know that Member x Member fic aren’t the most popular, at least here on tumblr, but the desire to share and tell queer stories is important to me. I wanted it to be clear that all of the guys had a relationship before Charlie, and her being added into the mix didn’t suddenly change the dynamic that they had before. It felt dishonest I guess, to have Hobi, or JK say that suddenly, they didn’t want to continue their relationships with each other all because some girl came along. And more importantly, that she wasn’t needed to make whatever they had whole. 

As it were, I still really love this fic because it was a comforting message of leaning into your own feelings and letting them just exist without overwhelming. I still have a lot of plans for Charlie and the guys, so I can’t wait to share those with everyone

What was the most memorable line for you in each of the fics?

A Year of Sunshine

“NO! IT’S NOT READY!” She came running out of the closet, half dressed in one of her nice dresses and sparkly leggings. 

“What’s not ready?” You noticed that she had pulled out the Army Bombs that you had gifted her over the years and used hair ties and scarves to attach them to some of the squishmallows.

“My concert isn’t ready!” She shouted at you again and pushed you back towards the door and out into the hallway.

Light Jar

You still could hardly believe it, and you touched the tips of your fingers delicately to your lips, still able to feel the way he melted into you. It felt right, like he was the missing piece to the puzzle of your life, and you could hold it in your hands, seeing how the contours of him would fit so snugly and seamlessly. The only thing to do now was to press him into place, right where he belonged with you. 

What was your writing process like for each fic? 

I start most of my fics with a very specific feeling in mind, usually accompanied by a little scene. I remember early on in writing ABND there was a scene with Jimin, Jungkook and Charlie that was such a clear picture in my mind. I actually wrote it before I started the first chapter of that fic. And then as a sort of test for the idea, I did write Something Borrowed, which is a glimpse of Charlie deep into her relationship with the guys and really coming into her own. I could see so clearly in my mind how she and Namjoon would start dating. 

All of these moods and vignettes sort of become the center of the fic and I build around them. I ask myself, how do we get to this point? What has to happen in order for these feelings and events to make sense? And what happens after? Are these characters where I want them to be by the time this scene happens, and if not, how do they proceed?

What do you hope readers will take away from the fics?

The biggest thing I hope people get is just a sense of comfort. I also hope that I can trigger some sort of memory or feeling, especially when I describe places or the quiet moments between two people.

Why do you keep writing? What drives you?

My need to create. I had a 7 year dry spell, and when I was finally finding joy in writing again, I just could not stop. Ultimately, I create for myself. I write the stories that I want to read. Having other people read them and enjoy them is a bonus. 

Any writing goals you’ve recently hit? Any goals that you are planning to hit?

It’s already been a year since I published my first fic in this fandom. In that year, I have published a little over 88 thousand words. If you take into account all of the WIP stuff, I have over 100k. I know it’s not a competition, and no award is waiting for me for accomplishing this, but I am still proud of myself. Each word that I’ve written is proof that I still have things to say. Still have things that I want to explore and share. I hope in the next year, I can maybe have part two of the Seven Ways To Love series. Who knows, maybe I can double that yearly word count. 

[quinnmusicreview]

Album Review #1: Growin’ Up by Luke Combs (2022)

This album was released on June 24, 2022. I have not listened to it at all (other than the first song which was released as a single). I’m already a pretty big fan of Luke Combs so I’m expecting this album to be pretty good, but we’ll see. I will be grading each song individually, and then giving a grade to the album as a whole when we’ve finished it (which will just be the average grade given to all the songs combined). I also will be explaining why I give each song the grade. So without further ado, enjoy!

Track 1: Doin’ This (8/10)

This song is a good opener for the album as it asks the question “What if you didn’t make it big?” Luke’s answer: the exact same thing. The tune is kind of a basic Luke Combs melody, with the heavy drums and slide guitar.

Track 2: Any Given Friday Night (7/10)

This rowdy song is a good party song after a long week of work. The chorus has a kind of basic honkytonk tune to it, but the song is bad.

Track 3: The Kind of Love We Make (9/10)

A very nice love song. Makes me think of happy dates and fun memories with a significant other. But then again, I always love a good slow song.

Track 4: On the Other Line (9/10)

The premise of the song is kind of reminiscent of the classic song “I’m Gonna Miss Her” by Brad Paisley. His girlfriend is mad at him, but he doesn’t have time to worry about it because he’s “got a six pound largemouth on the other line”. All in all great song because I love a good fishing song!

Track 5: Outrunnin’ Your Memory (Feat. Miranda Lambert) (6/10)

I’d say this song is probably the first skip of the album. The tune isn’t anything special and I might have set my expectations a little too high for this one. I was expecting it to be a sad sounding song, but I honestly can’t tell if the song is supposed to be happy or sad! Maybe after a couple more listens I’ll enjoy it more, but it wasn’t my favorite on this first listen!

Track 6: Used To Wish I Was (8/10)

This song has a kind of different theme to it. A lot of artists in songs talk about achieving their dreams, while in this one Luke celebrates things he used to dream about doing that didn’t work out for him, and how he’s glad that they didn’t work out because he’s happy where he’s at.

Track 7: Better Back When (9/10)

A great song about being young and making good memories. A good one to listen to when you’re in the mood to think back on good times. A pretty bittersweet song. I guess this message in this one is to stay in the moment and appreciate the good times, because you never know when you’ll look back and say “those were the best nights”

Track 8: Tomorrow Me (10/10)

As much as a I like slow love songs, I *love* sad songs like this one. I love the way the bass makes it have a dark-feeling undertone. The theme of missing an ex and wanting them back but also knowing thats the last thing you need. In the chorus he says “‘Cause tomorrow me ain’t gonna like the way things go tonight/If I let you in and think that it’ll be different this time”. Which I can connect to on a personal level, which is why I like this one so much.

Track 9: Ain’t Far From It (9/10)

Another good-time honkytonk bar song to put on your Friday night celebration playlist! Enough said. The piano and guitar are the icing on the cake in my opinion!

Track 10: Call Me (9/10)

Another sad song about two lovers who can’t get over each other. She acts like she hates him but it’s only to cover up that she’s still not over him. Not as good as “Tomorrow Me” in my opinion but still a good one!

Track 11: Middle of Somewhere (7/10)

Coming from the city, I can’t really connect with this one as much. But it’s a great message that “when you’re drivin’ through nowhere/To us, that’s the middle of somewhere”. The song isn’t bad, I just can’t connect with it as much as some of the others.

Track 12: Going, Going, Gone (10/10)

Trying to get over a girl that leaves you is hard. Especially when leaving is all she ever does. And some people are just made to leave. That’s the message of this one, and I can definitely say it hit home with me.

Album Grade: 8.4/10

This album actually surprised me with how good some of the songs are. A lot of the melodies are very similar to his other songs, but they have just enough uniqueness to them to make them feel pretty fresh. All in all the album is great and I’ll definitely be giving it another listen soon!

What would y’all like to see me review next? I’m thinking review Breezy by Chris Brown is going to be next, but I might have to break that one into a couple smaller parts because the album is pretty long and I’m not sure I have that much time (Plus anyone reading probably will lose interest if the article is too long). Feel free to drop any suggestions for artists/album that you want to see me review in the comments, and I might review it next!

Thank you for your time!

—Quinn