#so i want to make a books queue and see if i can stick to it

[kyouka-supremacy]

I think we should just bring back Wungo Wednesday and start a fandom collective anime rewatch

[encrucijada]

guy too scared for horror keeps writing it

[joybabyjune]

Unexpected Snow

Pairing: Frank Castle x fem!reader

Summery: When you try to hide from a heavy snowstorm in a motel, you find out that all the rooms are taken. Frank offers you his room, but you can’t let him sleep in his truck. You get him into your room and into your bed 👀

Warnings: explicit (minors dni!!!), big age gap (reader is 21, Frank in in his late 40’s), pet names (Sweetheart, sweet girl, good girl, pretty girl), no use of y/n, alcohol consumption, harassment (not from Frank), smut, oral (m & f receiving), unprotected piv (be smart friendsss), little bit of praise kink, little bit of degradation kink, dirty talk, creampie.

Author’s note: alright I really wanted to participate in the Beardthalbash thing. So I wrote this. I hope you guys like it. If you do, please let me know with a note and if you really like it, please reblog. You’ll make my day and it’s completely freeee.

Disclaimer: English is not my first language + I kind of wrote this pretty quickly because of the Beardthalbash deadline. Don’t hate me for any mistakes ✌🏼

Masterlist

“Why?!” You yell out angrily, slamming your steering wheel and accidentally pressing the horn. “Oh shit..” You sink lower into your seat and wave a little apology at the car beside you. The lady on the radio continues talking. She goes on about the upcoming snowstorm and you really start to realize that you won’t make it to your destination. “Why today..” You whine to yourself.

After living with your alcoholic mother, and all the different men she brought in your life over the years, you finally decided that it was time for you to leave. You packed your bags, got into your car, closed your eyes and pointed your finger somewhere on your map to pick a location for you to start a new life.

You’ve been driving for a few hours now and the weather is getting worse and worse. You can feel your car struggling against the wind and the road surface slowly turns white with the snow that’s falling. Your wipers are working overtime and the windows fog over. “Fucking hell.” You mutter and turn off the radio, you’re done with the slight tone of panic in the weather reporter’s voice.

A few miles ago you saw a sign that said there was a motel nearby and you sigh in relieve when you see the exit towards it. “Lets just hope this only lasts ‘till the morning..” You say as you drive onto the parking lot. It is fully packed, but you find a spot. It’s not exactly near the entrance, but you take it. You get out of the car and are immediately hit by a gust of snowy wind. You run over to the reception and quickly get inside.

There’s a line of people, all trying to get a room and you quietly join the queue. It doesn’t take long before it’s your turn and you reach into your bag for your money. “One single room please..” You say while you look.

“I’m sorry ma’am but we’re fully booked for the night.” The lady behind the counter tells you. “There’s another motel a couple of miles away. If you want, I can call them to see if they still have a room?”

“W-what?” You ask frowning. You look out of the window, the weather has gotten even worse and there’s no way you can safely drive any further. “You have nothing?” You ask, slightly panicking.

“I’m afraid so..” She answers.

“Can stay with me, pretty thing..” You hear a voice drawl behind you. You turn around and see a man smirking at you. You take in his appearance and your stomach turns at the idea of having to sleep with him to have a place to stay. He must be in his sixties, his blonde-grayish hair sticks to his forehead and his mustache turned yellow under his nose due to years of smoking. There’s stains on the flannel that’s way to tight around his beer belly. “Got room for you in my bed, I mean..” He adds as his watery eyes glide over your body.

“N-no thank you.” You say nervously, deciding that it’s not worth it.

“Oh come on, Princess, can’t go out in weather like that..” He says nodding towards the window. He walks closer to you and you’re overwhelmed by the smell of sweat, stale beer and ashtray. It brings you back to all the times your mother’s boyfriends would try to get handsy with you. “Promise I’m not a serial killer.” He says laughing and displaying his yellow teeth.

“N-no, I’m good, really..” You say again and he reaches out to touch your face but you back away.

“She said no, asshole.” A voice behind you barks. You turn around and see a big, attractive looking man. Dark hair, dark eyes, well groomed beard. He radiates danger, but for some reason he makes you feel safe. “Leave her alone.”

“And who the fuck are you?” The creep asks him. “Who are you to decide what I should do. Keep it to yourself and let me have my fun with this one.” He adds and tries to reach out for your waist this time.

Your savior grabs his wrist and turns it, making him cry out in pain. “Go to your room and leave the girl alone.” He says, his voice a whispered growl.

“Ah ah ah, okey okey!” He says trying to free his arm. Once he succeeds he holds up his hands. “Alright. She’s all yours man. Not worth the fucking trouble.” He says, looking you up and down as he walks away.

You wrap your arms around yourself, feeling dirty with how looked at you and spoke about you. “Thanks..” You say looking at the floor.

“Here. Take my room.” He says and hands you a key.

You frown. “W-what? But where are you gonna-“

“Slept in worse conditions. I’ll be fine.” He says. “Take the keys, kid.”

“I’m not a kid.” You say looking up at him. Not really sure why it bothers you.

He huffs a laugh and smirks a little at your stubbornness. “Just take the keys and be safe, okey?”

“We can-“ You start. “We can share the room.” You say taking in his appearance and not minding his company.. “I’m not comfortable with letting you drive in this weather either.”

“I’m not driving, I’ll just crash in my truck.” He says. “I’ll be okey ki-, sweetheart. Trust me.”

You smile a little at how he caught himself when he was gonna call you kid again. “But-“

“Go.” He presses. “Get your stuff before the weather gets even worse and I’m not even gonna let you get back to your car.” He smirks teasingly.

“O-okey, thanks a lot, ehh..”

“Frank.”

“Thanks a lot, Frank.” You smile and take the keys from him, quickly shoving a fifty dollar bill in his hand for the costs of the room.

“You don’t need t-“ He starts, looking at the money.

“You will take it.” You cut him off and you quickly walk away before he can say something else.

You hold your hands above your head to shield you from the snow while you run to your car. It does absolutely nothing to protect you, but there’s not really a better option available at the moment.

Luckily you fit al your belongings in a single suitcase and a backpack, so you don’t have to haul a lot of luggage. You grab your stuff and run as best as you can towards the rooms. The wheels on your cheap suitcase have trouble with the speed and the think layer of snow that has formed on the floor. You quickly look at the worn leather tag that’s attached to the key. “23..” You mutter the room number. The room in front of you has a big 18 on the door. You follow the wall to your left. “19.. 20.. 21..” You mutter to yourself as you pass the doors. The sound of a car door slamming closed catches your attention and you look over to the parking lot. It’s the guy who gave you his room. Frank. You squint your eyes to look inside his truck and see how he’s wrapped himself in a blanket. You bite your lip, feeling guilty and hold up your hand in a mixture of greeting, thanking and apologizing. He waves back and juts his chin in the direction of your room, telling you without words, to go inside.

You rush inside and look around. It’s a bit dated with the terrible green and orange wallpaper and worn out wooden furniture, but it’s nice and warm which is the only important thing for the night. You look around, but there’s not much to see. A bed, a tv, a desk with a chair and thank god, a minibar. You open the door to the bathroom, and peer inside. “Fucking hell..” You laugh through your nose when you see the puke green shower cabin. “Who would choose that..?”

You decide that going to bed early will make it feel like the time goes faster so that you can hopefully be on your way again before you know it. You fish some clean underwear and a big t-shirt from your suitcase to sleep in and head into the bathroom for a shower.

The hot water feels good on your skin and it’s the first time today that you relax a little bit. Your mind drifts to Frank in his truck and you really feel guilty. He helped you out big time and now he’s out there in the cold. You figure you could at least invite him in for a beer or something. If he really doesn’t want to share the room, he can always go back to his truck after that. You turn off the shower and quickly dry and dress yourself.

You peek through the curtains and see that he’s still awake, reading some book. You bite your lip and wave to get his attention, but he doesn’t notice you. “Fuck..” You mutter to yourself and move to open the door. “Frank!” You yell, shivering from the cold. Goosebumps forming on your bare legs. “Frank!”

He looks up and his eyes widen. He rolls down his window. “What the hell are you doing?!” He yells. “Go inside!”

“Come in here!” You yell back. “Warm up a bit, h-have a beer, take a sh-shower, whatever.. Y-you can go back to sleep in your truck after, j-just come in for a while.” You say shivering. “W-won’t take no f-for an answer.”

“Fucking hell..” He curses, wiping a hand over his face in annoyance and quickly gets from the car. “Alright, alright. Just go inside!” He says while he grabs a duffel bag from the backseat.

You smile to yourself, happy to get what you want and you quickly get inside, leaving the door open for him.

“What’s wrong with you.” He growls when he gets inside and quickly closes the door behind him.

“Felt guilty.” You answer shrugging as you sit down on the edge of the bed.

“Gotta be more careful with people if you’re gonna be traveling alone, little girl.” He says and drops his bag on the floor. “Don’t even know me.”

You pout a little, knowing that he’s right. “You gave me your room instead of offering to share like that creep.” You justify your actions. “Guess that makes you a good man, right?”

He huffs as if he doesn’t really agree with you.

“So…” You say skeptically. “Are you like.. Gonna kill me or something?”

He laughs quietly. “No, Sweetheart, you’re good.”

“Good. And I won’t kill you, so that’s settled then.” You say. “And I’m not a little girl by the way, I’m 21.”

He laughs. “Alright, I’m sorry.” He says holding up his hands in a mock excuse.

“There’s towels in the bathroom.” You say while you get up to look in the mini fridge. “The water is nice. And here..” You say when you open the fridge. “Here we have some beers, some nuts and some chocolates.”

“You don’t have to do this.” He says. “I’m fine in my truck.”

“Stop it. I’m not letting you stay out there.” You say, leaving no room for discussion.

“Alright.” He says, rubbing his neck. He grabs his bag and takes some clothes out to bring into the bathroom.

You grab yourself a beer and lie down on the lumpy bed. “Let’s see what the weather is gonna do..” You mutter to yourself while turning on the tv.

“Conditions are getting worse and worse outside and it does not look like this storm is going to settle anytime soon. Specialists are calling it the worst snow storm in years. You’re advised to stay inside and-“ The weather lady gets cut off by a shirtless Frank who opens the bathroom door.

Your mouth drops open at the sight of his ripped body, he slicks his wet hair back and water drips from his beard onto his chest. You rasp your throat and look away. “‘M sorry, didn’t think to bring one to the bathroom.” He says as he grabs a tank top and pulls it over his head.

You’re suddenly very aware of your lack of pants. Sure the t-shirt you’re wearing is big enough to be called a dress, but it still only reaches your mid thigh. “I can, eh, I can put on pants if you-“

“Don’t worry about it.” He says while taking a beer from the fridge. He grabs the chair, sitting down on it with his legs spread. “‘S your room, should wear what you want, right.”

You nod towards the tv, changing the subject of your clothing, or the lack thereof, to the weather reporter. “Says it might be the worst storm in like.. Ever..” You say. “Well, maybe not ever.. But in years.”

“-cold temperatures like this can be deadly, so please be careful and stay inside if possible.” The weather lady continues on the tv.

“See. It’s dangerous out there. Think it would be considered murder if I let you sleep out there in your truck and you die tonight?”

“Nahh..” Frank says smirking. “Sooo.. What’s the deal with you? You running from something or towards something?” He asks waving a hand at your luggage.

“Who says I’m running?” You ask biting your lip.

Frank raises his eyebrows and tilts his head, telling you it’s pretty obvious without words.

You sigh and look away. “From something I guess.. I don’t know, just.. Just need a fresh start, you know?”

“Hmm.” He nods in understanding. “Get that..”

“What about y-“ You start but you’re interrupted by a loud knocking on the door. “The fuck..” You mumble nervously and you pull your legs up to your chest.

There’s another loud knock and you see Frank grabbing a gun from his bag. “Wha-? W-why do you have that?” You whisper yell.

Frank places his finger against his lips to tell you to shut up and he walks to the door. “Hey Princes!” You hear the slurred voice of the creep from before and another loud knock on the door. Frank’s body visibly relaxes, he places the gun in his waistband on his back and he yanks open the door.

“The fuck did I tell you, huh?” He growls.

“Y-you?” He asks confused. He sounds very drunk. “Saw the -hic- saw the girl go in here..”

“Get the fuck out of here.” Frank says angrily. “Now.”

Seeing Frank protect you like that kind of turns you on. And the way the muscles of his shoulders and back flex as he tenses in anger when the guy doesn’t leave straight away. Fuck.. The beer and that fact that you haven’t gotten any action in a while also don’t help.

“If you wanna live, you go to your room now and you don’t come out till the morning.” Frank rasps in a low voice.

You should be scared of this stranger with a gun, threatening someone’s life, but you’re not.

“Alright.. Jesus..” You hear the guy slur and you’re guessing he walks away.

“Yeah, that’s right..” Frank rasps before closing the door, placing the gun on the desk and sitting down again. You watch his Adam’s apple bob as he takes a sip of his beer and you squeeze your thighs together.

“T-thanks. Don’t know what I’d do if you weren’t here.” You say. “Good thing I got you in here, huh?” You add, smiling and winking playfully. Maybe even flirtatiously.

“Yeah yeah..” He huffs a laugh.

“First you save me by giving me your room and then you help me get a creep away from that room..” You say getting on your knees on the edge of the bed and looking up at him through your lashes. You’re pretty sure your nipples are showing through your shirt. “How can I ever repay you..?”

“How can ya-?” He looks off to the side, licks his lips and looks back at you. “Listen, Sweetheart.. You don’t have to do this. ‘S not why I helped you.”

“I know I don’t have to..” You say and you bite your lip, looking at his crotch. You think the bulge has grown a little already.

“Y-you already gave me money for the room and let me use your shower..” You can tell he’s getting a little nervous.

“Huh.. That’s right..” You say smirking at the realization. “Maybe.. Maybe you should thanks me then..” You’ve never been this forward in your life, but you kind of like it. There’s no going back now and you lift your t-shirt over your head.

“Fuck..” Frank growls softly as he takes in your appearance. The only thing covering you is a tiny black thong. “Sweetheart..” He pleads a little, but he gets up and walks your way. He places two fingers under your chin and pushes your head back, making sure you look up at him. “You sure?”

“Please..” You say panting.

He growls a little and moves his hands to your bare tits. “These are perfect..” He says as he squeezes them a little before rolling the hard nipples between his fingers.

You moan softly and arch your back, pushing against his hands. “F-feels good.”

“Yeah?” He asks as he leans forward and sucks one hard little peak into his mouth.

“Yesss..” You moan louder as you feel his warm tongue slide over your skin. He bites gently and your eyes roll back in your head. “Fuckkk..” His beard scratches against your skin, but it only adds to the pleasure.

“Like that, little girl?” He asks.

“Not a little-“

“Yeah y’are.. A bad little girl.. Seducing men over twice her age..” He mumbles against your skin as he kisses his way to your other nipple. Giving it the same attention as the first one.

“Oh fuck..” You whine, your belly clenching at his words. “Don’t usually.. I.. I’m a good girl..” You pant.

He gets up and pulls the tank top over his head. “Good girl, huh? That right?”

You nod, looking up at him through your lashes.

He slowly undoes the strings of his shorts. “Gonna show me how good of a girl y’are, hm?”

You swallow thickly. “Y-yes..” You say nervously and move back on the bed so you can lean forward on your elbows, your face level with his crotch. “P-please..”

He growls and pushes the shorts down together with his boxers. A big, rock hard cock springs free. It’s thick and veiny with a nice, large, pre cum leaking head. Your mouth waters and you moan loudly. “So big..” You whine and take him in your hand. “Fuck..” You swallow thickly as your feel that he’s too big to wrap your finger around the shaft.

“You can handle it though, right, Sweetheart?” He teases and gently lays his hand on the back of your head tangling his fingers in your hair.

“Gonna try..” You say while you start stroking him. You look up at him while you stick out your tongue and lick the pre cum from his tip, lightly tonguing the little slit before swirling your tongue all around the head.

“F-fuck..” He hisses.

You contemplate if you should tease a little more, but you’re too inpatient. You smile up at him and slowly let him slide into your mouth. Your lips stretch tightly around his girth and you moan.

“That’s it.. That’s a good girl..” He groans as you take him as deep as you can, until he pushes against your throat.

You moan and your eyes roll back in your head at his words. You’ve never been with anyone who talked to you like this and you really like it.

You start sucking him slow and deep, letting your saliva drip down his shaft. You stroke the part that doesn’t fit in your mouth with one hand and gently fondle his balls with the other. The muscles in his stomach clench and his hips buck forward. The movement pushes his cock against your throat and you gag. “Fuck ‘m sorry.. Been a while..”

You smile around him and moan. “Oh you like that, huh?” He asks and he thrusts deep into your mouth. You gag again. Your eyes roll back and you moan. You love the way he takes control, the way he uses your mouth, your throat, for his pleasure. “Yeahh.. See, just a dirty, bad little girl.. Want me to fuck your face, hm?”

You try to say yes with his cock in your mouth, but all that comes out is some gurgles, so you nod. He growls and starts thrusting. “That’s it.. Take that fucking cock..”

You gag and choke. Your eyes are watery as you look up at him and you’ve never been more turned on in your life. Never been this wet.

“Gonna make me cum like that..” He groans. His hand tightens in your hair and he pulls out.

“Hmmmm.” You protest and you try to keep him in, but let go with a pop.

You pout and he chuckles. “I was supposed to be thanking you, remember?” He asks, gently stroking himself.

“Y’are..” You say, your voice a bit hoarse. “Think I’m doing this for you?” You tease smirking. “No.. This is for me.. And now I want my treat..” You add and open your mouth, sticking out your tongue.

He laughs through his nose and shakes his head in disbelieve. “Gonna take a minute before I can go again if I do that. ‘M not 18 anymore, Sweetheart.”

“Don’t care..” You say. “Please..” You add before sucking him back in your mouth hungrily.

Frank growls loudly. Rambling while you determinedly suck him off, stroking what you can’t fit in your mouth. “Fuck.. You want it, Sweetheart? Want my cum? Such a good girl.. Yeah, don’t stop.. Sweet girl.. Fuckkkk!”

Thick, hot cum coats your tongue and squirts against the back of your throat. You moan and swallow everything. Fuck that was hot.. You slowly and gently suck a little more, trying to get every last drop without overstimulating him. “F-fucking hell..” He groans softly. You let his softening member slide from your mouth and smile up at him proudly. He smiles back at you lazily, showing the crow’s feet next to his eyes, and caresses your cheek. “That was amazing..” He pants. He immediately looks more light and relaxed.

“Yeah?” You tease, biting your lip and getting up, sitting back on your heels.

“Yeah..” He says and he almost sounds a little shy. “Your turn now..” He says as he gets on the bed and guides you on your back with him on top of you. He gently grabs your jaw and leans in to kiss you. The scratching of his beard against your chin and cheeks is pleasant in contrast with his soft lips. His tongue darts out and flicks over your bottom lip, silently asking to let him in. You open your mouth and your tongues dance together in a passionate kiss. His free hand moves between your bodies to your dripping center and he growls. “Oh, Sweetheart.. You’re soaking..” He mutters against your lips

You buck your hips into his hand. “P-please..” You pant. You need more.. A lot more..

“Did sucking me off make you this wet, Sweetheart?” He teases a little.

You don’t answer, just moan.

“Can I take these off?” He asks playing with the hem of your panties.

“Please..” You say. You’re the shy one now. l

He sits up, hooks his thumbs in the lacy fabric and you lift your hips, so he can slide them down your legs. He throws them on the floor. “Open up, pretty girl..” He says and he slides his hand from your knees to the insides of your thighs spreading you open for him. He growls loudly. “Such a pretty pussy.. Wanna taste you, Sweetheart.. You want that? Want my tongue, sweet girl?”

“Y-yes, Frank.. Please.. Need it so badddd..” The last word is dragged out as he slowly slides his flat tongue through the full length of your slit. “Holy shit..” You moan.

He growls loudly. “Hmmmm.. You taste so good..” He slides his tongue through your lips a few more times, pushing it inside of you a couple of times, before swirling it around your clit. His tongue soft, warm and wet against your sensitive skin.

“Ooh, Frank! Fuck! Y-your good at that!” Your hips buck and he holds you down, growling. He slowly pushes two fingers inside you and sucks your clit into his mouth. “Holy.. Fuck!” He hooks his fingers inside you, massaging the spongy skin at your front wall while sucking and licking on your clit. You see stars. “Frank I’m gonna.. Please don’t stop! I’m gonna..” You fist your hand in his hair, holding on for dear life.

“Do it..” He hums against your skin. “Cum on my tongue..”

You cry out loudly as you explode. “Yessss!! Oh fuck!”

“Hmmm..” He growls as he laps up your juices. “Good girl.. Good girl.. Fuck I need to be inside you..”

“Yess.. Need you.. Please..” You pant and you try to pull him up at his shoulders. He moves over you, forearms on either side of your head, caging you in and kisses you again, hungrily. You taste yourself in his mouth and the hairs from his beard are wet with your slick.

He’s hard again and you can feel him against your groin. He moves his hand between your body’s and aligns himself with your opening. “Ready, Sweetheart?” He asks looking into your eyes.

“Yes.. Give it to me..” You pant.

“Eyes on me.” He says and slowly but surely sinks inside of you. “Fuck..” He hisses. “So tight..”

Your mouth falls open. “Oh Frank..” You moan. “So big.. So good..”

He slowly starts fucking you. His jaw is slack and he looks at you like he’s in awe. “Please, kiss me..” You moan and he happily obliges. It’s amazing and it feels like the two of you have known each other since forever.

“You feel so good..” He growls against your lips and speeds up his thrusts, making you cry out a little. “This okey?” He asks between kisses and he moves his hand between your bodies to rub your clit.

“M-more.. Harder, please..” You moan.

“Yeah?” He asks, lifting up his head to look you in the eyes. You nod and he nods back before speeding up his thrusts even more, properly pounding you now. You can feel him slamming against your cervix and it feels absolutely amazing.

“Oh F-Frank! Fuck!” You cry out loudly. You can feel yourself nearing another orgasm. “Please don’t stop! Don’t stop!”

He growls. “Gonna cum for me? Gonna cum on my cock?!” He asks never slowing his pace.

“Yes!! Oh Frank!!!” You squeeze your thighs around him tightly and lose yourself in your orgasm. “Yessss!!”

“Fuck! Wh-where d’you want it?” He pants, his voice sounds strained.

“I-Inside! Please! I’m on birth control.. Please I want it inside me! Please Frank, please cum for me!” You beg, moaning.

His breath hitches in his throat. “Oh you’re perfect.. S-so perfect.. Fucking fill you up.. T-take it!” He pushes inside of you as deep as he can and stills as he cums, growling loudly. “Yessss!!”

He collapses on top of you and you just lie there, both panting. “Can’t breathe.” You say after a while. He chuckles and rolls next to you, pulling you into his arms.

“That was..” He mutters.

“Yeah it was.” You say.

“‘M not going back to my truck.” He says looking at you, smirking.

You laugh. “I’m glad.” You say and you cuddle into his chest.

You don’t know what tomorrow will bring and if the snow will be gone, but you don’t want to think about that now. Right now, you just want to enjoy the warmth and safety from this amazing man.

[mikalame]

Heyyy could I request Tom with a reader who works for the band (books hotels, helps with set up, etc?) so shes always going on tour with them and he’s had the biggest crush on her for ages. Queue the boys making gestures and teasing him, maybe one of them accidentally tells reader that he likes her after they’ve been drinking?

Idk whether Tom would admit it or get embarrassed and pissy but I’ll leave it up to you 😭 feel free to make your own plot up if you prefer!! I have a hard time using my imagination 😬

Thx!! <3

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You had been spending the last few minutes organising the roster for the bands next tour, being deep in thought just clicking and putting the name of songs in time slots.

Once you finished wrapping up the Europe tour you were about to work on the next one when your hear heavily footsteps and giggles coming from the hallway.

Thinking it was just the band doing band stuff and mucking around before heading back onto the road you didnt think much of it just continuing your work.

Tom's pov

"Oooo, ___ in the room, you gonna go up to her and give her a big smooch on the lips" Georg teases pouting his lips, "Fuck off Georg" Tom groans he had been putting up with this teasing since yesterday when tom stuttered when talking to ___.

"Awww is little tommy embarrassed awww" Gustav cooed joining in with the teasing giggling as they stick around the corridor laughing more as tom tries to pull them away.

"What are you embarrassed about Tom" A voice comes from the room tom was dreading "Oh um nothing ___" Tom's vooice shakes, thinking this is like all conversations between the two and wanting to tease abit more bill deciceds to help his brother.

"We were just talking about a little party were going to later tonight, would you like to come" Bill smiles sweetly, Tom whipping his head to the side to look at bill with a 'what the hell' exspression, Georg and Gustav both look at eachother then bill all three of their faces grinning like madmen.

"Oh um are you sure, i would love to" You say adjusting the files in your hand, "No you should definatly come totally" The boys reasure you talking about the time they will come to your hotel door and what not.

"Why the hell would you do that huh, did you have to invite her" Tom mutters quietly as they walk away hiding his face in his hands cheeks flared red.

Even though he said it quitely the girl around the corner still heard what he said now thinking it was some kind of prank she wasnt sure if she wanted to go, exspecally if the guy she was going for didnt even want her their.

Time Skip

"I'll wait right here- or i'll just meet you at the club" tom says turning quick to walk away from the girls room that the others were pulling him closer to.

"No Tom man-up, i cant belive The Tom is acting so shy, huh, not so brave now" Georg snickers behind his hand earning a smack from bill as he knocks on the girls door.

"oi shut up- Hey ___ we're here, open up" He yells knocking some more beofre hearing the lock unlock and the door handle jimmy.

Your Pov

___ stepped out, her nereves all over the place, feeling the sweat form on her palm quickly wiping it away on the bottom of her skirt.

She hasent went out since working for Tokio Hotel even though they seem to go out everynight its mostly the boys and mabey the manager if its a special occation.

"Sorry if this isnt really club attire, had to dig this out of my suitcase" she giggles nervously adjusting the length of the skirt. "No girl you look amazing, right tom" Bill questions walking to the elevator cocking his eyebrow to his brother.

"Huh oh yeah, can we go" He answers looking away clearing his throat before walking making sure ___ was infront of him to he culd watch her as she walked as not to get caught by her.

Tom looks over to his left and sees Georg doing the fake makeout thing rubing his hands over his waist and fr a split second thrusting his hips up beofre walking back normaly.

hereing the giggles and having them walk behind her is making ___ more nervous thinking that mabey tom i even critisising her or making fun of her outfit, but she decides not to let it get to her like it normaly would she thinks of mabey finding someone to talk to during the night..... and mabey talk to tom.

At the club

After begs from the boys to talk to ___ he takes a couple of deep breaths andshaking his hands he walks up to the bar where she is standing oldering her drink trying to under stand what the man is saying over the loud club music.

After a couple minutes of trying to order a drink you think about giving up on it and getting one of the boys to do it thinking that they would be better as their used to the sort of stuff, until you hear a falillar raspy voice shout behind you.

"SHE WANTS A _____ ____" Tom yells not really knowing what else to say, the man behind the counter nods finally understanding what she wanted, walking away to go make it the two stand there awkwardly.

Tom has no idea whats going on his nerves everwhere, this being unmarked terriory for him even though he is usally the best at this sorta stuff.

And ___ freaking out because he crush is right their standing next to her, even though she seems him everyday its diffrent its not in the professional way this is more of a 'hang out' way, panicing from the situation she trys to find a way out.

"OMG TOM I LOVE YOU" a girls voice screeches over the music, the two look over and tom gets pulled into the crowd of people a girl with blond hair and short dress rubs her hands up and down his arms complimenting him on everthing.

With that distraction she grabs her drink and speed walks over to the table where the rest of the band is sitting all straight backs and seeming to look for someone until they see you they slouch back trying to look non suspitious and justcausslaly sipping from their cups.

After sitrting down a weird mood washed over the group, ___ already nerous about they whole thing start really sweating quickly adjusting her jacketr to make sure they dont see her sweating to badly even though they could probably see the sweat on her forehead.

Bill even though they had only been here for a couple hours is blackout drunk and swaying in his seat blabbering about what ever pops into is mind lifting the mood a bit until he siad somthing he wasnt supposed to.

"So wheres tom huh" cocking his eyebrow again looking at the girl, "Oh last i saw him he was getting felt up by some girl" looking back down at her drink quitely sipping it.

"He probably wished it was you" Bill says slapping his hand over his mouth shook about what he said, the rest of the group looking at him wide eyed and jaws dropped exspecaly the girl who is shocked by what he boy just said.

With the air still heavily from what was just said and bill being to scared to say anything else the group is quite until a sertin dread head comes tumbling into the table.

"Omg, i could NOT get away from them damn" he huffs wiping the 'dust' off of himself beofre looking back at the group whos eyes quickly look down or at eachother.

Looking at bill with a questioning look wondering what happened bill spills.

"I told her"

Tom knowing what that meant whipped his head over at the girl who's eyes that were previously on him now looking everywhere but him, then looking at the G's who do the same as the girl.

Tom stands up shaking the table a bit, leans over grabbing the girls arm before dragging her with him outside to talk without the music blaringing into their ears.

"So um- you know-" "I like you" she blurts out the alchol kicking in now knowing why they call it liquid courge "You do" he repets making sure he did hear that and tht he was correct "Yeah, um from what bill said it kinda sounds like you like me to?" she questions slowly sobering up by the second now wanting to get out of there.

Tom's breathing gets heavy as he contemplates if he is actually going to do this. He is.

"Yeah i do- um ive liked you for a couple of months now" tom swallows the saliva that is coating his mouth right now, clenching his hands trying to get rid of the sweat.

The air between the too is quite and still seeming like all other noise around them is silent even though the club is still blaring their music and people filling the club walking in and out.

Locking eyes with eachother both of their eyes flick between the others lips then back to their eyes being enough to signal what they both want before lock their lips with eachothers.

Holding her breath in her lungs scared that if she breathes to heavy this all might dissapear and she will wake up from the dream come true, she deepens the kiss to really make sure it happening and once truly convincing herself it is they both pull back catching the breath she didnt know she needed.

A airy breath comes from tom whos cheeks are flushed and hand rubbing the back of his neck beofre his face changes to an annoyed eyerolll.

Thinking somthing bad is behind them she turns seeing bill lauging gustav looking super happy running up to tease tom more upclose and Georg doing the fake make out thing again bfore turning back embarrased when he sees hes been caught.

SORRY IDK HOW TO END IT, hope you all enjoy and like.

[razorblade180]

9 Days of Lancaster Day3: Secret Relationship

Yang:Water?

Weiss:Check!

Yang:Gym clothes?

Blake:Check

Yang:Leader to guide/bond with us as we test our limits?

Ruby:Cry all you want. I can’t just change my plans. *grabs notes*

Yang:But you could!

Weiss:I can’t believe you got roped into helping Jaune study for his test.

Ruby:Weiss, it’s called “helping a friend.” Plus we made these plans first. It’s not like you’ll be alone.

On queue, a knock on the door made Blake open it. Nora came jumping in with her gym bag and already limbered up. Ren and Pyrrha.

Ren:She’s very excited about the new gym installed.

Nora:Today we sweat!!!

Pyrrha:Let’s try to leave the place intact. Ms. Goodwitch hasn’t forgiven us for the cafeteria.

Ruby:Is my naïve weapon enthusiast ready for me?

Pyrrha:He’s at his desk frantically writing notes. Y’know…if you need any help-

Ruby:I may not be a star student but when it comes to the history of weapons and their engineering, I might as well teach the class.

Weiss:Now if only you applied half that enthusiastic in Dust reaction experiments.

Ruby:Nobody can be perfect at everything.

Blake:The two star students of our year are literally in this room.

Weiss and Pyrrha: *all smiles*

Ruby:Pfft, so lightning struck twice? My point stands. Either way, I’ll have Jaune passing with flying colors in no time so don’t worry about it. Have fun everyone. We’ll join next time.

Pyrrha:If you insist.

Ren:It’s probably for the best.

Blake:Yeah we someone to save us from Yang and Nora’s routine ideas.

Yang:It’s not that bad!

Nora:The pain is weakness leaving the body.

Ruby:And on that threatening note… *grabs books* I’m off to across the hall!

Everyone funneled out of the dorm room and went on their way. Ruby waited for them to full turn the corner before knocking for times. The door was opened by Jaune and she gladly walked in. Pyrrha wasn’t joking; his desk had papers stacked and books opened.

Ruby:Wow, hard a work I see?

Jaune:I try. I’m just a bad test taker.

Ruby:We’ll have no fear! I’ve made mock tests and flash cards to drill all knowledge into you! Stick with me and-

The knight’s arms suddenly wrapped around her waist as he gently pressed his lips against hers, making Ruby jolt. A smile spread quickly on her face as she kissed him back harder while her arms hung off his shoulders. As their lips separated, Ruby couldn’t help but giggle as she went into for another chaste kiss. The slight grunt of approval he gave as he held her tighter made the girl shake her head playfully.

Ruby:Easy now. We should at least attempt to study. I talked a big about you passing. That means I should actually teach you. There’s an entire chapter dedicated to hand placements.

Jaune:Hehe, you are so ridiculous.

Ruby:Yet you looked intrigued. We can smooch later.

Jaune:It would be easier to get kissing out of the way now so our friends don’t potentially nterrupt later. Isn’t breaks an important part of studying? Besides, I don’t think I can survive an enraged Yang even if she’s tired and sore.

Ruby:Hmmm you drive a hard bargain, but I can’t have you too tired to learn. Tell you what, take the test and every correct answer gives you a kiss. FYI, there’s fifty questions.

Jaune:Oooo that is a good deal. Got a reward for if I actually pass the real test?

Ruby:Let’s aim higher, a hundred on the test earns you a date anywhere you want, my treat.

Jaune:And if I get the extra credit?

Ruby:*blushing* I’m open to ideas.

Jaune:What if…we did of this…

He raised her slightly, her feet struggling to stay grounded as he kissed her roughly. Ruby felt a tingle up her back as she refused to back down, deepening the kiss. His arms held her so close his scent both put her heart at ease and made it flutter.

Jaune:But a lot more?

Ruby:Deal~ but you’re getting ahead of yourself. *waves papers* Study time you dummy.

Jaune:Okay, you win. I’ll be a good student. *kisses neck*

Ruby: No flirting when testing is in progress!

xxxxx

Oobleck:Attention class! I have finished grading your weaponry tests and i must say I’m quite disappointed in the overall performance! Mr. Arc!!!

Jaune:Y-Yes…?

Oobleck:….Yours was not one of them.

He zips by everyone, giving them the grades they all earned. The usual suspects passed. Weiss, and Pyrrha even had a perfect score while Ruby on the other hand, waved around a 103%

Pyrrha:Congratulations. The extra credit stumped me.

Blake:I’m fine with a B

Ren:*holds 94* I’m very lucky all of you have varying guns I’ve seen in use.

Nora:*holds 88* Same hehe…

Weiss:It would be a tragedy if your hyper fixation didn’t help you pass with flying colors.

Yang:Why can’t you just say congratulations? A hundred questions and I got 99. But the real question is…*looks at Jaune*

Jaune:*holds 103* I owe a big thanks to my personal teacher.

WBYNPR:WHAT!?

Ruby:*dark red* Well would you look at that? Nice work.

Jaune:*smiles* Couldn’t have done it without you. I promise to pay you back in full.

Ruby:*internal screaming* Looking forward to it.

[princeanon]

I made a modern adaptation of some R&J scenes (2.4 and 3.1) for a film project, and just had to share some of my favorite moments, in no particular order

“Queen Mab get to you again?”

- Benvolio, to Mercutio

The film was called Queen Mab, and it’s centered around Mercutio, with an emphasis on his dreams and hints to a time loop situation?

There was SO MUCH DOMESTIC BENCUTIO YOU HAVE NO IDEa

Like, Ben wakes Mercutio up and calls him sUnShiNe before handing him water

Also, he calls Mercutio “Merc” a few times throughout the film

All of the characters names are shortened in the script purely because I didn’t want to type them every time (Tybalt=Ty, Benvolio=Ben, Mercutio=Merc, Romeo=Ro, and Juliet was just Juliet)

Ben is CONSTANTLY checking his phone for texts from Romeo like he’s so worried poor guy

Meanwhile Merc is tormenting him

“I can see it now:

Here lies Romeo. Died from being left on read.”

- Mercutio, about Romeo’s crush on Rosaline

Ben extends an arm to Merc as they leave, and he takes it before grabbing his dagger

When they go to find Romeo, Ben brings a notebook with him that disappears once the Merc and Tybalt fight starts

Ben is wearing a shirt that says “MERCUTIO IS MY HOMEBOY”

a necklace with a purple gem (👀)

a cute blue and green jacket

and a beanie that does not fit properly at all

Meanwhile Merc is wearing a purple MIT shirt

When Ben and Merc spot Romeo, they hide behind a tree like those classic cartoons where you can only see their upper half sticking out of the tree

Our Romeo & Juliet were in a production of Sound of Music together as Maria and Von Trapp respectively so when I told them to act in love in the distance, they just started doing the Laendler choreography

Ben shows Tybalt’s “challenge” for Romeo to Merc via his phone, which implies that Tybalt texted Benvolio and was like “hey man can you let your cousin know I wanna fight him?”

We needed a shot of our Tybalt appearing behind Ben & Merc, and Ty was insistent that he climb a nearby tree and jump out of it

That shot took 15+ takes before we even got to his part, so he spent the better part of half an hour sitting in a tree waiting for his queue.

He jumped down too early during one take and had to re-climb the tree

Merc boops Ben several times throughout the film, and we had a few very flirtatious takes that didn’t make the Final Cut because we kept breaking character

“Careful, Good Benvolio, your irrefutable temper is showing”

- Merc to Ben when he complains about Romeo’s terrible decision-making skills

He calls him “Benny boy”

During one take, he accidentally said “bunny boy” and I told him he could definitely do that purposely if he wanted

Tybalt had recently done a production of R&J, so he asked to add the “peace be with you” line into the script, which I 100% supported, we spent a while during the shoot just quoting R&J back and forth, and he noticed all of my references in the script

Romeo was instructed to enter the Tybalt scene after a specific line, so he hid around the corner and FULLY RAN into the scene yelling “GUYS GUYS YOU’LL NEVER BELIEVE WHAT I—“

Romeo is taller than both Ben and Merc, and he almost tackles both during his entrance

Oh my gosh Romeo and Tybalt have some kind of bromance going on IRL which is so fun but it was so difficult to get the two of them to pay attention because they were just hanging out with each other

Romeo had a line that goes “woah, Tybalt, calm down” and instead he said “Yoooo, Tybalt, chill out man” which made all of us break

When Tybalt confronts Romeo, you can hear a bird in the background, that stops the second Ty pulls out his dagger, which was accidental but iconic

I choreographed a sword fight, but Merc and Ty mostly improvised, they had a lot of fun

Our Juliet filmed the whole scene by the way, along with most of the other scenes

Also, in the script she had one line, in which she was supposed to say something with the word Capulet, and she kept joking to everyone that she was already off book

I ended up cutting the line for convenience and plot purposes, sorry Jules 😭

“Capulet”

- Not Juliet, since the line got cut

Romeo & Juliet joked about going to marriage counseling after they were struggling to film one of the scenes (J on camera, R with the boom mic)

They traded jobs after J accidentally filmed R for the entire take

In between shots, Ty and Merc were stabbing mushrooms with their daggers, Romeo was throwing rocks at a spider, and Juliet and I were just like, watching all of it happen

We had fake blood for Merc to put on his hand, and it ended up staining his hand so he spent like 10 minutes washing it off afterwards

When Merc dies, Ben holds his hand and rests his face against Merc’s head (also, he fully dies in Ben’s lap)

Then we went back and filmed the first scene and lemme tell you Mercutio is iconic but he was so so so bad at waking up

He kept asking me “how am I supposed to wake up???? How does one wake up scared???” And I was like “I don’t know man!!!!!”

Some lines taken directly from the play include “Romeo, my cousin Romeo!” (2.1) “A challenge, on my life” (2.4) “Come sir, your passado” (3.1) and of course, “Peace be with you” (3.1)

Also, Merc still calls Ty a ratcatcher, and Ty calls out to Ben and Merc by saying gentlemen

Yeah, it was a lot of fun. Took 4 hours of filming for a 4 minute long film, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I played Benvolio by the way. Probably should have mentioned that sooner.

[texasthoughtsaboutnothing]

The Stranger and my thoughts on where each LCB Sinner is at (Long)

Hey, I actually sat down and read L'etranger, Meursault's source novel. I've got some fucking feelings about it, especially relating it to Limbus Company and what it might mean for his Canto in like 2 years.

Firstly, you should read or listen to this book. It's short, surprisingly punchy, and easy to follow. I (probably) don't have autism but I can absolutely see a read of this where the character does or is neurodivergent in some other way; beyond his relationship and evaluation of social queues and norms he also seems to deal with sensory issues. There are better people than me who should talk about this and I'm probably not adding a lot to the conversation but keeping this reading in my head for the climax added an extra layer of discomfort (intentional discomfort for the benefit of the story's message, I should say) to the whole book. But It's worth experiencing even if you disagree with that reading or have a different one.

Limbus Brainrot/Spoiler stuff from here on in.

There's always the question of where exactly each Sinner is in their story as they're on the bus. Their stories have been reinterpreted and/or jumbled in ways that make it fun to guess, so to go over each Sinner and where they are based on what we know or my theories:

Yi Sang - I'm not gonna front, I don't really get The WIngs, but this seems like a Good End AU for him. He already escaped his "Wife's" control and the sunless room and is now flying again (metaphorically, or maybe literally? i dont know help me).

Faust - Likely in the middle of the part where she's using Mephistopheles' power to do good in the world and prior to her being damned to hell. Side note, she's last to get a Canto and I bet it's not a coincidence that (afaik) she and Dante are the only two with Hell in their stories directly. My long shot call is that Faust is also Beatrice and there will be so much DantexFaust ship art in 2026.

Don Quixote - The biggest enigma. La Sangre de Sancho has gripped the imagination of the fandom and I am no exception. She's next after Heathcliff so we'll get her some time in August at the latest and I can't wait. My best guess is she's currently gallivanting and will be forced home in her Canto, assuming Don is Sancho theory isn't true. Praying her Canto is called The Impossible.

Ryoshu - In Hell Screen, the reason the painter is obsessed with torture is that he can only paint what he has seen and is trying to paint the Buddhist Hell. In his quest for his art he destroys his life and those around him, and ends up committing suicide over it. But there is a villain in the form of the Lord who beyond driving the story by requesting the screen in the first place is guilty of SA and murder. I'm expecting we're post story; the Lord is related to the five fingers, the daughter might be recast as a friend or something, and the sword Ryoshu carries is likely the screen. Nothing revolutionary in my guesses here, but it's either going to be that straight-forward or insanely abstract, where she's the lord and the painter and the daughter and the screen and the sword is the monkey or some shit.

Hong Lu - I have not yet read Dream of a Red Chamber, it's next on the list. Forgive me!

Heathcliff - Oh boy. Like many, I expect he is post-spurning by Catherine and is on his journey for his fortune on the LCB. So, his Canto will be about coming home to a beloved who is with someone else. Yes, the beloved blorbo will suffer for my amusement. Let's go 3 hours Heathmael sex scene!

Ishmael - We now know her story already kinda happened, as many expected, making this a bizarre sequel to Moby Dick. I think it gave PM a lot of room to do whatever they wanted to while still sticking to the themes of the story. Already wrote about what I loved about this and the recontextualizing of Ahab as a whale unto herself (which I don't actually know if it's in the original novel, but it wouldn't surprise me).

Rodion - A weird one. Her inciting incident happened, the murdering of the landlord/pawnbroker, but the unintentional death of the innocent sister was shifted to the entire damn block. So if I had to guess she's in the period after her crime trying to avoid being caught, but no police officer allegory has really been introduced yet. I read Crime and Punishment years ago so I can't say for certain but it feels the most loosely adapted and suffers a tad for being part of the intro. Rodya's story is in no way finished so it's up in the air. Praying for a Petrovich just so people can meet the OG Columbo.

Sinclair - Still need to read Demian, but I have a rough understanding of the plot. Also unfinished in his story, Sinclair has a long way to go to his self-realization. This feels more intentional however, I remember someone made an observation of Cinqlair as representative of his drunken college years where he's popular but unfulfilled, and I think we can extend that to all of his IDs. He seems to have the most potential of all the Sinners, so much so that I wouldn't be surprised if there's a mirror world where he's a Color unto himself. I digress, the point is he's pre Frau Eva (who if she turn's out to be the Purple Tear I will lose my mind) who is also called Beatrice at some point so what's up with that PM?

Outis - Another big mystery, especially as she isn't Odysseus but Outis, a name referencing a particular part of the Odyssey with the Cyclops. I have to imagine she's on the Odyssey, journeying home after the Smoke War (which might have some parallels with the Trojan War beyond the obvious). It's interesting all the Greek myth named Abnormalities are Hospital themed, might be something there but nothing I can parse from my limited knowledge of Greek society and folklore. While she' might be a traitor, I'm thinking she's joined Limbus Company to hide while on her journey; she might be wanted dead by something and is concealing her identity after what happened in the war.

Greg - Again, a character post-story. He was locked in a room, he metamorphized, and... well he's alive? So we've diverged from the source novel, as it's taken the allegorical meanings and made them more literal, but Hermann is still around and a major player so who knows where this will go?

Meursault - I have so many thoughts. Meursault could be anywhere in his story, but I'm going to guess it's one of two places. First guess, we're completely pre story. His Canto opens with him getting a message that Maman died today, or maybe yesterday, he doesn't know. So the whole story plays out over the course of the Canto. But more likely, and my prediction, is that he's currently in "jail" awaiting his execution or acquittal. He has already murdered a man (or done some other crime) and instead of being tried for that, he has been tried and sentenced for his peculiarities of character. Bound in the chains of others, the multitudes have tightened their hold (I'm very clever and not cringe at all).

So I have to wonder what light blinded him, overwhelmed him so much that it led to his crime? The Bright Nights and Dark Days are an obvious choice, and I'm not the first to suggest it. Perhaps he distorted? Anyway, his story ends with him having given up on acquittal and instead hoping for a crowd of people hating him as he approaches the guillotine. I'm super interested in how this will play out in Limbus, especially as he must survive for gameplay purposes.

Also, Meursault is so horny. Like, oh my god. Half of his thoughts are of Marie, specifically of wanting her and all the connotations that contains. He spurns God in the face of a Chaplain, saying that He is worth nothing compared to a single hair on a woman's head. Meursault is not a romantic but not just some horndog either, his desire for sex and women and their bodies feels like an extension of his worldview centered on the immediacy of life and not just debauchery or hedonism. It's a part of the idea life is lived as today, yesterday, and tomorrow, and there is joy and happiness in that simplicity. I feel like this will get cut for Limbus but I hope it isn't, I want Meursault to casually admit he desires every Sinner on the bus carnally (yes the men and NB too, probably just a HC but I do believe that the City is a binormative society based on its already loose relationship to gender identity).

So uh, that's the thoughts so far. Merry Christmas, I guess.

[ffxiii-et-al]

So Rising Tide is coming and (sadly) Joshua looks like he's the kicked party member to let Shula in.

Square, if you're going to do that to the man you must do 1 of these 3 things:

1. The man needs a vacation.

Let his tiddies out like all the rest of the male cast. Bonus points of he gets a plus one invite for a hideaway companion. Let him lay on a beach for 2 days in the sun and bake Ultima in his chest prison until the waterspout from Leviathan makes him move to the tiki bar.

2. Give this man an ancient library.

Sorry guys, but please fuck off while I read all of these beautiful books and steep myself in this new culture and research Ultima. Yeah I'll just take a glass of water, I don't need food or sleep, I need answers!

3. Stick this man with the B cast, annoy him as much as possible, but give him some pretty ancient ruins to study so that he's happy.

Famiel is definitely from this place, he's gotta be, so, force Joshua to lead him and his dimwits around.

Joshua: Clive! I want to go see the temple PLEASE!?

Clive: I want to fight a tonberry first!

Shula: These idiots can show you the temple!

Famiel and his friends: We can show you the temple!

Joshua: (sigh) Of course you can. Founder help me.

[Joshua must now constantly protect three idiots in a hostile ruin, meanwhile Famiel thinks he's getting them all out on brainpower alone, queue snarky Joshua]

[fictionalmenxyn]

School Day,

Tw: attempted bullying (it’s not rlly a tw but I’ve added it just in case). And possibly mentions of inappropriate behaviour (it’s not that bad). Also a fight mentions of blood. That’s all

Platonic Task Force 141 x Y/n. Ages: all 15

B/n- bullies name (didn’t want to put a real name just in case it was urs)

Also the sport rounders is mentioned, if you don’t know it’s basically how I explain it is a British version of baseball. The difference is maybe some rules but instead they have sticks you tap instead of plates on the floor. Also you run on the inside (I think).

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Anyways… story time!

Getting ready, you grabbed your bag and quickly shoved your book into your vans bag. Hearing the multiple knocks at the door, you shouted “I’m coming!” Running downstairs you shouted “by mum!” Hearing her shout goodbye you opened the door. Seeing three of your best mates whom of which were Simon, John and Kyle. You smiled and said “let’s go” closing the door behind you , you all headed towards the bus stop.

But before you were going to wait for the bus you four headed towards the shop which was across the road. You all walked in and started to grab some snacks to last you the school day.

Once you all payed for your food you all headed and had waited for your bus to arrive.

Once at school, you walked with the boys towards the hall. As you were walking you was talking to Johnny about the art you both shear today. You asked “do you recon she is in?” Johnny nodded “yeah, most likely anyway” you nodded.

Walking into the hall you spotted the rest of your friendship group. They were Rudy, Alejandro and König.

Walking over and taking a seat, you sat next to König and Gaz. You all started up a conversation in no time. But the bell had caused the conversation to end. Grabbing your bag you all headed towards your registration classrooms.

After registration, you headed towards your first lesson, English. Walking over you noticed some of your classmates standing outside. You asked “is the door locked?” One of the girls said “yeah and the lights are off” you nodded and stood with them making small conversations.

Feeling a tap on your shoulder, you turned around and saw Kyle. You smiled and asked “what took you so long?” He said “went on a walk, besides I’m not late, am I?” You shook your head and stood next to him as you saw your teacher approaching. Kyle watched as miss started to unlock the door and he jokingly said “that’s a detention I recon, miss. You were six minutes late” she laughed and said “yeah yeah, come on take a seat” she opened the door and moved to the side letting you all into class.

Sometime later, it so happened to be break time. You walked with Kyle and Rudy as you entered the hall. Rudy headed towards the usual spot while you and Kyle headed towards the rather small queue.

Waiting in line, you asked “so you coming out later?” Kyle said “of course, heard we are going by the lake. Simon said him and Johnny are bringing their fishing gear” you nodded and said “yeah, I’m bringing snacks, mostly for me but I guess I can shear” you felt Kyle playfully nudging you as you both laughed.

You heard a voice from behind you say “she’s a right pick me, you know? She only bothers with boys because she thinks they fancy her.” Another voice said “yeah, I mean come on for a girl ugly like her I’m surprised they are even her friend” you raised and eyebrow and Kyle caught on and whispered “wonder who they are on about” then you both heard “yeah like Y/n thinks she is everything, like she needs to chill out” yours and Kyle’s mouths fell open. You turned around and said “excuse me?” The one girl said “just speaking facts, babe” you said “don’t babe me, cause if there is anything you should worry about is my fists connecting to your face.” The two girls scoffed.

After the small argument, you and Kyle headed over to the usual table with your food in hand. Sitting down you said “I don’t understand, am I a issue? She really needs to double check herself before she can call anyone else a pick me” Johnny asked “what’s gone on?” You explained “that blimming B/n, she had the nerve to talk about me calling me pick me and what not. Said ‘she thinks she’s everything when she’s not’ and ‘she only bothers with boys cuz she thinks they fancy her’ she can run her mouth but I swear one more bad thing about me coming out of her dirty gob I swear!” You huffed taking a rather aggressive bite out of your cheese on toast. Simon asked “why has she said that?” You shrugged and as if on cue she walked over and said “hello boys and it” you said “don’t start” she rolled her eyes and looked at Simon. She asked “doing anything after school” you mumbled “he ain’t doing you that’s for sure” she shot daggers at you. Simon said “why?” She asked “maybe you could come over mine and we could have some fun” sending a wink in his direction. He and you shivered at an attempt to get Simon in her bed. Simon said “no, don’t think so” she huffed and pointed at you “it’s because of you that is!” She seethed. You rolled your eyes, watching her leave you chuckled at the girl.

Now it being fourth lesson, you have P.E aka one of yours and the boys favourite subjects. As you all are quite athletic and plan on going to the army (what a coincidence😉).

As you were getting changed, you heard one of your friends say “we are doing rounders” some girls sighed massively at the announcement. You smirked, knowing it was one of your key sports. Grabbing a bobble and throwing your hair up into a pony tail, you left the changing rooms and went to the dance studio where everyone is waiting.

As the teachers did the registrar, you sat there talking to König.

Now on the felid, you had been split into teams. The teachers picked so you had no choice, but it must of been a lucky day when you have Johnny, Kyle, Simon and König on your team. Alejandro and Rudy weren’t in your pe as they were in a different band (year group had been split into two you lot are band B and the other two are band A).

Grabbing the bat you waited for the ball, as you watched the ball come your way you hugged it as hard as possible with your bat. Sending it flying, you had started your team off to a good start.

After switching from batters to fielders, it was now the final round. Which team was going to win? Grabbing the bat Kyle got ready to swing the bat and hope for the best. As he did it went further than expected. Running round the posts he managed to get to third base. Then it was Simon’s turn and eventually came to you. The last bat of the game, you got ready. Hearing the boys and girls on your team cheering you on it felt like you were a professional. Hitting the ball, you made a b line towards all the posts. Once you made it back to batting area you fisted the air. Winning another few points for the team. Ending up winning the game. You all cheered and headed back to the changing rooms.

Now getting changed ready for lunch, you heard your name being talking about “Y/n definitely cheated” you turned around as you put your tie back on and asked “how? Exactly?” She said “cause you did, you definitely cheated” you said “well that wasn’t an actual answer” she said “well yeah, it was” you said “how did I cheat then?” She only just looked you up and down. You said “you only think I cheated because I actually tried. Maybe try and attempt it next time?” She scoffed and said “why should I?” You said “maybe you can find something you are good at and enjoy it. I only enjoy sports because it keeps me physically fit and that will help me get into the army.” The girl and her friend laughed, the other girl said “really? The army? You won’t last two seconds” you said “I’ll last longer that the both of you combined, it runs through the family. Besides you two can’t even take care of yourselves.”

The girls laughed and the one girl said “didn’t last long though did it? Especially didn’t last long with your fath-” before she finished your sentence you said “at least he can do good for others. He served for this country and served for the people. And sadly served for the people like your parents.” She charged at you, you simply grabbed her shoulders and placed a leg behind her and shoved her. So you both looked like dancers as you leaned her on your leg. You seethed “don’t you dare try it on me. I may not be in the army yet, but I can sure fight like a solider” you let go of her and left the changing rooms.

You held back some tears as you subtly stormed out of the pe hall. The boys waited outside for you. Johnny asked “what took you so long?” You kept your head down and said “nothing, come on let’s go” Simon noticed a change in you, so he asked “what happened?” You muttered “nothing, don’t worry” he remarked “but we will, come on” you finally admitted “fine, those girls were saying I cheated but then I said I enjoyed sports cause of the fact I wanna go into the army. Then they made fun of my dad and then she lashed at me cause I said how he served for people like her parents.” Simon nodded and pulled you into a hug. Walking past said girls looked you up and down as they saw Simon pulling you into a hug. Johnny returned the dirty look and said “you’ve got a nerve” the girls looked away as Johnny turned back to see you.

Now it being lunch time the boys made sure to keep you smiling and laughing. Kyle felt heart broken for you, as his dad serves for the military now, Captain John Price. You looked up at König as he tapped your shoulder. He asked “would maus like a chocolate cupcake?” You smiled and said “do you mind?” He shook his head and spoke “I made lots with my mother yesterday” you were handed the small cupcake and thanked König.

After hearing the bell ring for the day, you grabbed your bag and headed towards the bus with Johnny. You said “so are you still bringing your fishing gear?” He said “yeah, you can have a go if ya want. We can teach you” you asked “what really?” He nodded and said “of course.”

Now walking in the bus you headed towards the back of the bus. Sitting down next to Simon and Kyle you said “are we bringing the fish home?” Simon said “if we catch a big one we could bring it back and cook it” you laughed at the idea of you lot trying to cook a fish without even knowing how to cook.

As the bud was brought to a stop, you all started to walk towards the front and get off. Once you hopped down from the last step you waited for the rest to get off. Once everyone was together you heard your name be called “Y/n!.”

You turned around to be met with a punch to the face. Feeling blood trickling down your nose you got your hands up and got ready for a fight. She shouted “yeah! I saw you hugging Simon! I wanted him you know! But no Y/n the pick me girl stole him!” You said “I’m not with him like that. We are friends” she snarled “then why were you hugging him then?” You said “cause of you, you bringing up my father when it wasn’t needed.” She just laughed, you felt another punch from the back of your head. Touring to see the other girl, she said in a mocking tone “doing to tell your daddy on us? Oh wait, he isn’t alive!”

That was your last straw, you punched the girl straight in the face. She started crying and back away. You turned to the other girl how tried to punch you again, but you quickly dodge and followed it with a punch. You then kneed her in the stomach and gave her an uppercut. She quickly punched you and making it land. You felt a small burning sensation on your face. You punched her a few more times and then she said “get the hell away from me!” Which being an actual decent person you did back away.

Turning to the boys, they stood there in awe of you and also shocked that you had just fought two people but you would argue you only actual fought one. Simon said “you have a cut on your face” you said “oh it’s fine, come on. We can go to mine so I can get cleaned up then we can go out” they all nodded and you all walked to your house.

What an eventful day you had, eh?

Hope you enjoyed!

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[ectonurites]

I haven’t been keeping up with current dc comics, what’s happened with Kon? I keep seeing people talk about it but it’s all vague

Basically, Kon had a really fun and overall good mini called Superboy: The Man of Tomorrow which ended this week. This book ended with Kon in a good place and having really seemed to find his place in the world again after the rough last several years (since getting reintroduced in YJ 2019 into a world that didn't remember him) he's had. That book ended technically last week via digital release, but this week in terms of the physical release.

But then... also this week... we found out via a Bleeding Cool article on Sunday that there was going to be a backup story featuring Kon in Action Comics this week which... suddenly made Kon/M'gann—a ship that originated in the Young Justice cartoon which has literally nothing to do with main continuity comics, a ship between two characters who have barely if ever spoken a fucking word to one another in actual main continuity—be dating. With absolutely no build up.

Queue people being concerned/stressed/angry/etc etc. And now today the issue dropped. And well it's just as bad as it seemed like it was going to be.

It basically just... manages to mention Superboy: The Man of Tomorrow while also regressing Kon back as if the development he had in that book hadn't happened at all, have Kon be ridiculously rude to Ma Kent out of nowhere in a way he never has been before (like... even the at-many-times bratty Superboy '94 era Kon wasn't like that towards her! it is seriously out of nowhere i am utterly fucking baffled), stick him back in fucking high school again (as if YJ 2019 hadn't... had him explicitly on page decide he was done with that and done with just trying to be a carbon copy of Clark BEFORE he even got sent to Gemworld!), and just have a poor grasp on his current history/his personality/his voice as a character imo.

I have seen several people point out that the writer of this backup story doesn't actually have anything else with Kon currently slated so it's very possible that other books may not really be paying all that much mind/attention to this story/the characterization/choices in it, and so while it's frustrating that it exists it could in the end not have the biggest impact on things in the long term, but it's still just... wow. It feels like such a slap in the face after Superboy: Man of Tomorrow, I can tell ya that.

And like... one thing I do want to note, is that in the comments the writer has made about this story on twitter, she's made it clear part of what she was going for here is trying to approach who Kon could be outside of/after Superboy... but I simply do not think undoing the character work that was literally just done with him is the right way to approach that. I think from where things left off in Superboy: The Man of Tomorrow one could easily have started to ask those sorts of questions and approach that subject without backtracking and random retcons and OOC behavior which all make it really frustrating to read for longtime fans of the character.

[ahjae]

So.. I write RuiKasa

Tsukasa : Knight

(Minor) Prince Toya

Rui : Sorcerer "Villain"

Ever since one of the members left the village, Tsukasa was left taking care of her sister, Emu and Nene. He's the one defending the girls from the abuse they receive from their old village. Til one day Tsukasa packed all of their things (with the help of Nene) and left the village in the middle of the night.

Finding a new village wasn't easy, the walk was long and the weather was either too hot or too rainy for them. Their only source of shelter is a little tent that can barely fit all 4 of them together.

It took weeks of walking to finally find a village. Emu and Saki were ecstatic to finally find a new home, the bright smiles on their faces almost making Nene and Tsukasa go blind.

But happy endings don't exist. Not on Tsukasa's book.

"Tsukasa, Big brother wake up!" Saki shook her brother awake, tears pouring on her face. Tsukasa was confused and concerned but his questions was quickly answered by a loud explosion. "Get up!" Nene yelled from afar and Tsukasa was quick to his feet, grabbing Saki's hand and leaving the house. Every house in the village are on fire, a fire that Tsukasa was too familiar with. A bright crimson fire. But no time for theorising, his goal is to get the girls to safety. The four of them began sprinting but unfortunately for Nene, she tripped on her own two feet and started coughing, due to the smoke and the running exhausting her lungs. Saki turned around immediately and helped Nene to get back on her feet, but before Tsukasa could help another explosion erupted, the smoke covering the two girls. Emu and Tsukasa's eyes widen.

"NENE!"

" SAKI!"

The two yelled in unison, and when the smoke cleared out two unconscious girls are in front of them. Emu yelled, tears streaming down her face. "Emu, let's go!" Tsukasa picked up Emu knowing she couldn't move on her own with what she just witnessed, Tsukasa couldn't move at that moment either but knowing the situation, he has to move.

Even if Tsukasa's legs wanted to give up he still kept on running while holding Emu in his arms; due to the smoke, the two of them couldn't see properly, if they could they could've avoided the debris that fell on top of them. But they didn't. Tsukasa groaned, quickly getting up and lifting up the debris on top of them. When he tried to pick up Emu she couldn't budge. "Emu..?" Tsukasa examined the debris and saw Emu's leg stuck under the debris. Tsukasa tried to help but noticed how quiet Emu is, with a shaken hand he reached out to Emu's pulse and nothing. Tsukasa frantically examined Emu body then finally saw the cause, the blood pooling on her head. Emu had hit her head on a sharp rock when the debris fell on them.

"DAMN IT!"

Tsukasa yelled at the top of his lungs, getting up from the ground and running away from the village, he couldn't believe he has to leave the girls, he couldn't believe that out of all of them he's the only one who survived the chaos.

When he's far enough from the village, he stumbled forward, his hands preventing him to kiss the floor. He's getting dizzy, he's exhausted, his vision is getting blurry. It's getting hard to breathe. Tsukasa looked up and saw a cloaked man in the distance even though the man is covered from head to toe, Tsukasa couldn't miss the purple and blue hair that’s sticking out. "Ru...i..?"

He muttered out before passing out.

Tsukasa opened his eyes and was blinded by the light from outside. The white ceiling stared back at him til he realize where he is. Tsukasa quickly sat up and looked around the room. "Where.. am I..?" And on queue the door opened and a bi-blue haired male entered the room. "You’re awake." said the male as he approaches Tsukasa. "Where am I?" He said softly yet still on guard. "You are in my palace, my people and I found you passed out near the burned down village."

Village... Tsukasa gripped the sheets. "Are they alive?! Please tell me they're alive!" Tsukasa gripped the prince's collar and violently shook him. The prince then grabbed both of Tsukasa's wrist and pulled it away from him while shaking his head. "You're the only survivor.."

That news broke Tsukasa.

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"That's how I got here.." He said, looking down at the grave, a grave that's named after the girls he hold so close to his heart. "Knight Tsukasa" an individual called out to him. "Your highness is requesting your presence” Tsukasa nodded, getting up from the grassy land and said goodbye to the graves before following the individual.

They entered the Prince's room and there he saw the prince on his throne waiting for Tsukasa's arrival. Tsukasa walked down the red carpet and once he's near enough, he kneeled down with a hand on his chest. "Toya, your highness. What brings me the pleasure to be around your presence?" Tsukasa asked, looking up at Toya.

"I called you hear for a mission" Toya began to speak.

"Rumor has it that a sorcerer has been terrorizing multiple villages and I think you'd be suited for this job"

This catastrophe feel all to familiar to Tsukasa but he didn't want to jump to conclusions. Tsukasa accepted this mission, bowing one last time to Toya before leaving the room. He slowly walked down the hallway which leads to his room, while walking he was muttering and whispering his plan on how to slay he sorcerer.

Nightfall starts; Tsukasa has been hiding in the forest near an unaffected village where Toya predicted the next attack will happen and he was right. Footsteps rang on Tsukasa's ears, he didn't know exactly where this sorcerer is but he knows they’re near. The sorcerer fired its first shot before sprinting to the village and continuing to fire the shots. Tsukasa watched in horror as a familiar crimson flame emits from one of the village houses. "Rui.." He said under his breath before carefully getting up from his hiding spot and approaching the chaos.

It took Tsukasa a couple of minutes to finally find the sorcerer he's assigned to slay. He strikes with his sword but was blocked by an invisible force, his eyes widen but before he can react a wind blasted his direction pushing him far back. He clutched his sword close to his chest. A ball of crimson fire approached him; fortunately, Tsukasa was quick to react and blocked it with his sword, ignoring the burning air hitting his face.

Tsukasa charged at the sorcerer, lifting his sword and striking the cloaked man, hitting what he assumed is the arm. The sorcerer groaned, taking a step back but Tsukasa didn't give him a break and strike once again. kicking the sorcerer to the ground and there, the sorcerer's hood was taken off of him.

Tsukasa gasped as the man he didn't want to see was right in front of him. "Rui.." His grip on the sword loosen as he slowly approached Rui. "Did you.. cause that..?" He asked before placing a foot on Rui's chest.

"Did you cause that chaos back then that killed the girls..?" He asked once again, lifting his sword then stabbing the ground next to Rui's face.

Rui's eyes widen realising that a village he set on fire cause him to lose Nene, Emu and Saki.

"I didn't—" Rui's reply was cut off. "Don’t say you didn’t mean it!!" Tsukasa yelled, putting more pressure on Rui's chest. "Did you also not mean to abandon us?! To hurt us?! To leave us without saying anything?!" Tears began to form in Tsukasa eyes as he yelled. "Tsukasa! My star, I didn't want to hurt you all that's why I left.." Rui's having a hard time to breathe due to the pressure on his chest. "You didn't just hurt them.. you FUCKING KILLED THEM!" He stomped on Rui's chest and abdomen which led to Rui cough and spitting out blood.

'I.. deserved this..' Rui thought to himself as he gave up trying to fight for survival, if Tsukasa's killing him with his own hands then he has no reason to fight Tsukasa.

The blonde then took his foot off of Rui's chest and instead sat on his damaged abdomen; Tsukasa then pulled out his sword from the ground and plunged it on Rui's chest. "That's for killing Saki." He spat out, pulling out the sword.

"This is for killing Emu" another stab on Rui's chest. Rui choking on his own spit and blood as Tsukasa continues. Lifting up the sword once again and plunging it to Rui's heart "For killing Nene!" Tsukasa yelled, tears rolling down his cheeks and blurring his vision, he didn't care. He wanted to let is anger out.

"For abandoning us.." He whispered, gripping the sword. He lifted it up once again. "For abandoning ME!" He stabbed Rui once again. Tsukasa leaned down, shaking on top of Rui as tears continue to roll down his cheeks and hitting Rui's face. "We accepted who you are... opened our hearts and mind to you.." Tsukasa said softly; voice becoming hoarse yet soft. "We loved you.." Tsukasa pulled out the sword.

"I!"

He raised the sword over his head. "LOVED YOU!" A sword enters Rui's chest once again.

"Rui.. Give it back.. Give everything back.."

"Give me back my secrets, my wasted affection on you.. and.." He stopped to catch his breath, still gripping the sword. "My heart.."

With the little energy Rui has, he raised his bloody hand up and placed it on Tsukasa's cheek and caresses it. Even in such a gruesome state, Rui still managed to smile at the blonde. "I'm.. sorry... My star" Rui's aware that no amount of apologies will bring the girls back to life. No amount of gifts will heal the injuries he left on them when he decided to leave them.

Rui's vision is nothing but a blur and slowly but surely darkness. He can feel himself getting weaker and weaker, slowly losing consciousness. He couldn't hear or see anymore. This is goodbye. With the little consciousness Rui had he whispered to Tsukasa.

"I love you, my star."

His arm slowly fell on his side leaving a blood mark on Tsukasa's cheek. Tsukasa watched as Rui closed his eyes and his breathing came to a halt. Tsukasa lay his head low letting tears drop down on Rui's now unconscious body, the blonde's breathing uneven, heart beating frantically and body shaking.

"I love you too, Rui Kamishiro. Goodbye"

[woman-for-women]

How do you make your infographics if I can ask, and how long does it normally take you to design, do the research, find what quotes you like, etc. I’m very interested in making my own, especially about the drag queen issue but I struggle with adhd and staying on task and get unmotivated easily.

What I use to make Infographics/Posts

You don’t need anything fancy to make infographics! I’m familiar with Adobe InDesign and the Adobe design suite, but those tools are expensive and are hard to learn.

I use Canva to make my material. I don’t pay for their premium account, so my account is completely free! It gives you templates and design elements to work with. I really like Canva because it helps me quickly design and post material.

How long does it take?

Making posts with just a quote usually takes me 5 minutes per post, so they're pretty fast to make.

My infographic posts take the longest to make. My Intersex and Sex Binary posts took me over 30 hours to research, plan, compile, write, design, and edit. Some smaller infographics like Transmasculine Individuals and Binding took ~4 hours.

A lot of the time is spent on the research stage. The good news is I've compiled a lot of my research into this ~300-page master document! It's full of studies and facts, grouped by topic as a resource for other women. It's so big I've really only scraped the surface in terms of what I've been able to adapt so far.

Feel free to take a look for yourself if you want to make your own posts/material, or if you're just curious! If you're interested in making posts about any of the topics listed, this might help shorten your research. I've also named/linked all my sources, so you can click the hyperlinked sources or Google the name of the study and read the whole thing if it interests you.

Work Process & Motivation

I also struggle with motivation and finishing projects. The key (for me) is to organizing my digital workspace.

If I see a statistic or study that interests me, I stick it into my masterdoc. If I see a Tumblr post with an interesting idea, quote, or fact, I save the post as a draft

When I have time, I go through my drafts and pick a few posts I feel like adapting.

On Canva, you can search for keywords like "Instagram Post", "Instagram Story" or "Quote" and Canva will give you suggested templates.

I have a Canva document saved of a bunch of templates I want to use for quotes, for example (you may recognize some of the backgrounds/fonts from my posts):

When I pick a quote I like, I copy and paste the template square into a blank page on my document where I keep all my quotes and I just edit the text and mess around with the design elements until I'm satisfied.

I can then easily export my posts!

My process for infographics is similar. I search "Infographic" and save infographic templates I like, then just add in the information when I have the time and motivation.

I get demotivated sometimes, so it helps to do a lot of posts back-to-back when I'm motivated and have time. I then add the posts to my Tumblr queue, so my blog is posting daily, even on days or weeks when I don't have the time, energy, or motivation to make material.

I know online activism can get really tiring and it can be easy to burn out. Stickering, flyering, reading feminist/woman-centered books to educate yourself, signing petitions and writing letters, meeting with like-minded women, and volunteering for women's shelters/causes are great ways to help women in real life that don't feel as impersonal as a Tumblr blog. If there's a topic you're passionate about, make that infographic or post, but also think about what you can do in real life to advocate for or advance the cause!

I find mailing women radical feminist stickers (which you can order for free here!) is a great way to remind myself that I'm not alone and there are other women like me. Every envelope I pack makes me feel really connected to other women. I also work for an organization that helps women in the Global South and try to read feminist books in my spare time.

TL;DR - Use Canva, spread the word, and try to help women in real life!

[dailydoofypokemon]

JOHTO COMPLETE.

Howdy! Just posting here that hey I’ve completed another Pokédex! Hecking wild, right?

So I did get an ask a while back and sorry I ain’t responding until now, I try to keep this blog consistent with what’s posted except for the one or two occasional milestone posts.

But I do plan on eventually going through and drawing every version once I’ve caught up. So that’d be Mega evolutions, regional versions, the whole Unown Alphabet (which I’m curious if I can turn that into a whole font which if I do that, you can bet I’ll share a link for that, lol) I plan on doing this for a few years or so so it’ll be fun for to see how this all got started and where it’s going.

This is a fun project, and it keeps me drawing and lets me pause for a bit every day to just have fun, sometimes work a little to load the queue, and make some prints, but it’s been a great time all around.

I plan on turning these into a poster at some point (shoutout to the dude at UwU-con that suggested that, I was thinking a book, but that would be so much money omfg).

And uhhhh, I guess also if you want to check out some of the other stuff I make, you can find me @tchotchkedlc! I’m mostly active around October as I do another art challenge around that time, but sometimes I’ll post other things. There’s not a lot of Pokemon stuff there, but idk, if you wanna see what else I can do, it’s not always this doofy.

Anyway, thanks for sticking around! Hoenn start tomorrow! (By this point I’ll probably be around 30 or so in, woo hoo!)

Also, hope y’all didn’t mind, my queue got a little messed up a few days ago, I missed one and it moved some around, whoops

[pinkrangersarah]

Another year has come and gone, and I honestly don't think my depression had hit harder than it did in 2023. I normally don't do "new year resolutions" because I know I won't stick with them, but there are legitimate changes I'd like to make and goals I'd like to accomplish.

I'm going to pin this post to my blog and reblog it at the end of 2024 to see how much I've grown and accomplished (if I remember, I build up my queue but I honest to god don't check my personal very much).

Finish reading five books. I know that's a super low number, but I'm a procrastinator and a slow reader. I also have a horrid habit of getting side tracked. This year I think I only read three books and started four others.

For the love of God, go outside more. Take a walk. Find that jump rope that I can't remember if I donated or if it's lost in my Narnia closet somewhere. I hate the outdoors and I hate exercising, but I'm pretty sure I'd be less tired and my health would benefit in other ways that I can't think of if I went outside aside from going to work.

Learn Spanish. I get quite a few customers at work who don't speak English very well (and sometimes I get some that don't at all). I want to learn Spanish so I can assist them easier; I always feel terrible when I struggle to understand them or we have to resort to Google translate. (I also get customers who speak other languages, like Chinese or Korean, but the majority is Spanish so I'll start there.)

Finish writing a draft. I have two (technically three) projects open right now, and I want to finish at least one. Storytelling is a passion of mine, and as ridiculous as it sounds, I'd like to make a career out of it.

Get my driver's license. I am 28 years old and I can't drive; it's a phobia of mine that I'm legitimately tired of. I'm less ashamed of it now that I'm older and understand that it's not that uncommon, but there are things I want to do and places I want to go. I cannot and do not want to rely on people to transport me for the rest of my life.

[lire-casander]

WIP WEDNESDAY

since the amazing @wtfuckevenknows has tagged me, even though it's been months since i last wrote anything, i am sharing with you a snippet of a story that's not my usual fandom but that's helping me get back on track with writing (although it's been at a snail's pace).

“Flight AA2455 bound to Los Angeles, boarding gate number forty-seven,” calls the voice over the speakers.  That’s her flight, she realizes tiredly. She puts the envelope back into her purse before she stands up, grabs her carry-on bag and waits in queue for her turn to board the plane. The family in line before her is boisterous and chatty; the mother keeps babbling about the amazing time they will have visiting the grandparents and the father pipes in every now and then, while the two teenagers look bored out of their minds. Christa remembers what it was like to be a teenager; everything seems too big, too important, too much. Those are memories she cherishes, despite the existential anguish of not knowing who she was or who she wanted to be. She also remembers how she never got the chance to see her son go through that phase. When the line begins moving, Christa is drawn back from her memories. The teenage girls in front of her drag their feet through the floors as though they’re being sent to a slaughterhouse instead of to sunny Los Angeles. Christa sighs as she follows in their steps, and when it’s her turn to show her boarding ticket she smiles at the flight attendant who’s just doing his job. “Business class,” the attendant reads out loud. He frowns before addressing her. “Ms. Lorenson, your ticket is business class. You really didn’t need to wait in line. You could have boarded through our fast-boarding lane.” “I don’t mind waiting,” she smiles at him again, calmly collecting her ticket. “It helps me stay grounded, you know?” The attendant doesn’t say anything as she swishes past him and steps into the finger leading to the airplane. One of her secretaries picked the flight tickets for this trip; it’s been long enough since Christa has taken care of anything regarding her professional life herself. The hospital had hired two assistants for her office once the number of her patients became too large to be handled by just one person — especially one as busy as Dr. Christa Lorenson. And since she’d treated this invitation as a work issue, she’d left it in the capable hands of her secretaries. They always book her business class whenever she needs to fly out of town due to work, which doesn’t happen that often, but often enough for her to have accumulated some miles under her belt. Business class is a whole new world. She takes in the shiny seats, distributed so the passengers can sit almost on the ground and lie down for the six-hour flight that’s ahead of them. Waiting patiently for another flight attendant to take her to her seat, Christa notices the passengers that have already found their spot for the trip. There’s the typical businessman, taped to his laptop as he types furiously away on the keyboard. She also sees a woman, seated next to the bathroom exit, who’s checking her own reflection in search of imperfections in a pocket mirror. When Christa allows her eyes to wander further away, she spots a dark mop of hair sticking out over the edge of the backrest of the seat. She frowns; there’s something about it that inexplicably puts all her senses on alert, making her think about running away, but before she can decipher what’s going on with that, the flight attendant reaches her with a professional smile on her face.

[iviarellereads]

Harrow the Ninth, Chapter 42

(Curious what I'm doing here? Read this post! For detail on The Locked Tomb coverage and the index, read this one! Like what you see? Send me a Ko-Fi.)

(Slashed Fourth House icon) In which, yes, this is possibly what you think it is.

MONTH??? DEATH

Harrow is a member of the Cohort, a lieutenant.(1) She feels awkward without necromancy in space, but it's "considered namby-pamby to wear one's placket of grave dirt anywhere visible, and it made a bump within the uniform".(2) She meets with two soldiers, sharing her rank but with markers that they've already seen action in the war. Tettares and Chatur, of the Fourth House.(3)

Chatur snarks about Harrow, so Harrow excuses herself, and Tettares apologizes on Chatur's behalf. They make proper introductions, and Tettares suggests they and Harrow should stick together, as the ones going through training on the same footing with each other.

The children take Harrow to the cafeteria, although she had previously and privately vowed never to got here unless she really needed to.(4) They introduce her to Cohort coffee, which is "bio-adaptive" in some way with extra supplements, and they call it BARI.(5) In fact, there's a new star of BARI preparation on board!

Harrowhark found herself at the front of the queue beyond which this BARI star apparent waited; and she found herself looking down at the counter, her tongue tied. "Let me guess," said a voice. "You take it black." She reached out for the cup. The server pushed it toward her in the same instant--their fingers brushed awkwardly(6) in the act of transmission, and in a mummified moment of time, they looked at each other. [Half a page is spent describing the young woman, large and strong, as Harrow's gaze travels upward.] The other officer smiled a firm-jawed, long, crooked smile at her; Harrow was electrified by the fact that beneath the hastily brushed crop of red hair(7) those eyes were-- "Absolutely not," said Abigail, from beside her.

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(1) Some part of her wondering what Gideon was hoping for in the Cohort, perhaps? (2) Again with the plackets! Someday I'm going to learn it really is NZ slang for something relevant and feel so silly for feeling so unsettled by its unfamiliar-to-me use but until then I'm going to have to think about them every time they come up. (3) Hey, the kids have been missing all book from the fun in these weird side sequences, it's nice to see them again! Wait, wasn't Abigail saying she'd tried to move them on and they refused, many chapters ago? Move them on from what, to what, and why are they still here? (4) Why might that be? Just because they'd have less selection of bland food for her sensory issues? (5) I can't find any results for this being a reference to anything, though the fact that there's a city of Bari in Italy with lots of coffee houses does rather get in the way of a good search, and the booleans that used to be so effective were not trained into modern search algorithms as far as I can tell. (6) Yes, Muir did in fact make a coffee shop AU, of sorts, for her space lesbians. Without breaking composure or canon, exactly. The mad lass, she's done it again. I'm just saying, spending time in the fandom mines is gonna pay more and more dividends, the longer goes on that people have access to them. (7) Gideon again! It's almost like Harrow wants desperately to be with her again despite not remembering her. As I said once, the mind forgets, but the body remembers.