#something sbout them both being this together...

[uniquezombiedestiny]

@eepiest-malkuth

kaveh akbar, 'calling a wolf a wolf' // doc luben, 'love letters or suicide notes' // @/nutnoce, tumblr // 'my body's made of crushed little stars', mitski // @/ojibwa, tumblr // 'spring', mary oliver

[fishpondpages]

bee's schnees should be endgame and crwby are cowards for trying to make it seem like weiss actually likes men

[saltynsassy31]

💓❣️💀 and if you want 💘 :3

I'm gonna stick to Skipper, Cherry, Orca and Zefron since they're the only ones I have planned out XD (I might add other ocs if I remember something about them)

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Skipper: He would try to hide it and be dismissive about it whenever it is brought up, he starts to distance himself from the person he's gotten feelings for, acting more awkward because he doesn't know how to deal with love, especially since he's never gotten the chance to.... I mean, he has, but he lost that person before he could fully realise he had feelings for them, which is why he makes himself be so dismissive of the feelings, he associates the feeling of love with tragedy. So if he starts being angrier or dismissive of you, slowly parting ways (he isn't downright cruel or bullies you, ew, just starts being more distance, it will seem he hates you though 💀💀), but on the flip side, he'll try to make you happy in other ways to compensate his lack of presence, you won't know that it's him, but small gifts and keeping bad luck from reaching you from the background, if you feel "very lucky today" and you know him, it might be him.

Cherry: she's usually flirty and seductive as default, the moment she starts treating you kinder and more soft romantic rather and sexy romantic (like buying flowers and gifts, remembering things you've told her, etc.), yeah, she head over heals for you, she'll still act flirty and teasing, that's just how she is, but add to it, ya know?

If she stops acting flirty with you all together besides a few jokes though, she sees you as family/a friend (which is the case for Skipper, who she sees as a little brother)

Orca: he becomes a tsundere, I don't think there is any other way to put it lmao

Zefron: I'm pretty sure he might be aromamtic, cuz I can't imagine him catching feelings XD despite me being a hopeless romantic and making pairings for all, I just imagine him with Orca forever but in a platonic bromance way (I say this as an aromantic person who struggles understating romance lol)

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Skipper: acts of service, protecting you like a fucking guard dog istg-

Cherry: words of affirmation, physical affection

Orca: acts of service

Zefron: gift giving

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I'm gonna be only talking bout Skipper and Orca here since they're the only ones who have partners lol (Cherry is still....debatable, my sister ships her with N-pacer, but I haven't made it canon yet)

Skipper: He thinks Emperor is too good for him, he's simply amazing but also he's really stupid, which is strangely endearing, he first found him arrogant and a rich, privileged prick

But as he got to know him, he found his determination to be a better leader admirable and he finds little things he does like be super curious and excited sbout minute (to him at least) things such as cooking and such.

In other words, he finds his curiosity and determination to be admirable and he loves that about him, makes him almost want to be better himself

Orca: Now, I haven't thought a lot about him and Ocho, I'll be honest, it's only been him and Zefron in my mind (I almost wanna pair them together as a queen platonic relationship istg, Orca isn't aromantic tho)

So I'll be talking about the two fir both scenarios

He finds Ocho annoying, really annoying, but at the same time he, begrudgingly, finds it cute when he tries to be all tough, he also likes how strong Ocho is, being a trained soldier himself plus a grizzco worker, he finds that to be a good quality in someone

And Zefron....yeah, Orca is a moronsexual I'll just say that, he likes em dumb sometime XD everytime Zefron does something stupid he's like "fuck yes, but also don't eat that-"

[leothil]

I was tagged for fuck it friday by @rewritetheending (mwah 💕) but intentionally left it until saturday instead, because! Today my choir released a new EP and I am absolutely going to take the chance to brag about that!

The first and longest song is an epic piece written for our 75-year jubilee by American-Finn Alex Freeman. It uses Galileo's musings about the moon and its phases as the core text and plays a lot with staccatos (absolutely brutal to learn, let me tell you).

The other songs are rediscovered pieces that were written in the 1860's for the very first female voice choir in Finland! I will go into more detail about that under a read more, because there's a lot of really interesting history connected to them! But it's important to know that the women of this choir defied social conventions by performing together, because it was seen as unseemly for women to perform in public at the time.

A last fun fact before the read more: we recorded song #4 (En sommarafton) with our eyes closed the whole way through, just feeling the pulse and ebbs and flows around us.

So! Vårföreningen was a small group of women singing together in the 1860's. They were all of good social standing (and all had attended the school in Helsinki that was available for women at the time, Fruntimmersinstitutet), but despite them all apparently really liking singing together, they only ever had one public performance. The choir was pretty much completely forgotten until researcher DMA Sakari Ylivuori came across mentions of it and some music sheets while researching Thérèse Decker. She was the musical leader of the group (and also sang in it), and finding those notes lead Sakari down the path of learning more about Vårföreningen.

At the time, it was seen as very unseemly of women to perform in public. In letters the group's members wrote to each other there is mention of them having "many enemies but also many friends," and a side note sbout how a nasty story is being spread about the group's members not behaving as is proper in other situations as well. Sakari posits that it's possible the women also felt the societal pressure they had internalised during their upbringing, but be that as it may, Vårföreningen only had one public performance and then officially dissolved by the members' own agreement.

It's very curious how this choir has completely fallen into the shadows of history, because among the composers and songwriters for the choir you can find names like Fredrik Pacius and Zachris Topelius, both very highly regarded men in Finnish society at the time and still among the best-known Finnish composers (Pacius) and poets (Topelius). Topelius' daughter Aino was one of the members in the choir, and from her letters it's emerged that they performed at one of his (dinner?) parties. So it seems like the culture sphere in Finnish society at the time would've been ready to welcome an all-female choir, but society at large, maybe, were not.

Sakari has been able to find and restore 49 songs that Vårföreningen sang, and they are all set to be published both in a book and online for anyone to use as part of the Finnish cultural history database. By clues in letters and diary entries from the choir members, however, it seems like those are only part of a very large repertoire that Vårföreningen's members sang together, and it's quite incredible how such a large piece of cultural history may be lost forever (we're holding out hope that some more notes are found in old storages or something, you never know what some family archives may hold). One of Topelius' best known songs today, En sommardag i Kangasala (Kesäpäivä Kangasalla), turned out to be originally written for Vårföreningen. The score Sakari found was at least a year older than the arrangement for mixed choir that made the song famous, and that makes it even more interesting that nobody knew anything about them.

Being able to sing these songs again, and receiving whatever piece of information Sakari could find about them, has been so incredibly rewarding. Most of them are quite simple compared to some songs we perform today, but bringing a piece of history to life like this is both humbling and very important. Female voice choirs still often have to fight to be taken as seriously as mixed voice or male voice choirs, and women involved in creating art have much more often been forgotten or ignored when people (usually men) wrote about the history they were involved in. That we now can bring some of our own history back into the spotlight feels good. Maybe, like our chairwoman said at the release party today, somewhere a group of women are looking down upon us, smiling and proud of how far female voice choirs have come since they were around.

[readinginthereadyroom]

it’s the office job (lev 4x11) and eliot and hardison are arguing over a sandwich. only it’s not a sandwich.

yeah I’m pretty sure this is sbout their relationship.

because the thing is—hardison and parker might be pretzels (and slowly moving toward something more official), but eliot and hardison are something too. and that something is apparently sandwich.

and hardison stole the sandwich.

but what probably started out as a prank has now escalated. because eliot’s making accusations against hardison (when really it could be anyone on the team), threatening him with moldavian sawhorses (regardless that it’s all bark and no bite). but it still feels disrespectful. nevermind that it’s true.

which is a breach of trust. and eliot’s not okay with that. because it’s not like eliot just forgot he ate the sandwich. he takes the sandwich very seriously. spent a lot of time and effort into crafting the sandwich. he’d remember eating the sandwich. hardison would definitely remember eating the sandwich.

so here they are. arguing on the con. not bickering. not squabbling. they are having a legit, if layered, argument.

and it’s impacting parker.

because we cut straight from the guys talking about their jobs require trust and respect to parker designing her eskimo kisses line of cards. happy this and happy that but no one is actually ever happy. the cards don’t say what they really mean. 

because two dinosaurs falling in love doesn’t make any sense. it should be a dinosaur ripping the head off a lion. but then there’s also inexplicably a bear. shows up out of nowhere and now he’s a part of the scenario, too. little lion leaving the pack early and little bear cub wants to go out and see the world, huh?

which is just code for dino parker is pissed at lion hardison and she’s worried bear cub eliot will leave if they don’t reconcile. because it’s not two it’s three. and she’s caught in the middle. and neither of them can say what they’re really thinking. that the three of them are more-than-a-team. and she’s terrified that in order to survive the fallout of this argument, she’s going to have to destroy all that she’s built. that she won’t make it on her own again.

and it’s not even all that subtextual. sophie and nate are also having a mirror argument about respect and trust. and it’s a flashing ot3 light that it’s not hardison and parker arguing. but hardison and eliot.

not to mention that the whole con, since it’s being recorded by the documentary crew, is being spoken in code. even nate thinks that sandwich has a double meaning. it’s a fragile embarassment honestly.

eliot says you don’t steal another man’s sandwich. hardison says I want to eat your sandwich. but what does the metaphor actually mean? what is the sandwich that eliot won’t shut up about making and that hardison won’t admit to taking? what code of the west has been broken?

eliot is the sandwich. hardison and parker are pretzels. to extend the metaphor—eliot wants to be a part of the lunch special. has perhaps unintentionally built the perfect sandwich to go with the pretzels. but he’s also really worried that they won’t go together. that it’s off the menu.

hardison, on the other hand, is very on board with adding a sandwich to the pretzels. the boy can cook. he can throw down. hardison’s been trying to steal the sandwich the whole time.

think about it! hardison weaseling his way into hugs. secret handshakes. high fives for morale. because parker’s metaphor is also right—eliot is a wild bear cub. and hardison has been slowly domesticating him. just like he’s been patiently helping parker bring herself back to life. king of the jungle. king of the nerds. age of the geek.

and since I can’t imagine hardison getting impatient with eliot—since he’s never impatient with parker. which means he didn’t overstep any bounds with eliot. more likely eliot finally realized what’s going on. realized that hardison wants his sandwich and that he wants pretzel. and it scares him. eliot is very self-aware but I think the ot3 blindsided him. so he’s all bear again. ready for a fight.

and then there’s parker. making get well soon cards that really mean please make-up. and being harassed by the filmmaker—while hardison and eliot are too busy arguing to notice. not that parker can’t take care of herself. because she most definitely can.

but maybe she doesn’t want to.

that’s why when the filmmaker gets uncomfortably close into her personal space and both eliot and hardison yell HEY! BRING YOUR ASS! giving parker a chance to pick his pocket—and she smiles. eliot and hardison are working together again. for her. more-than-a-team once more.

and then when it really matters. when hardison is in real trouble. eliot’s there. of course he’s there. because he’s all gruff hitter voice, nobody throws hardison off a roof. followed by his softer eliot voice, except maybe me.

the argument’s over. the secret handshake is back. and hardison apologizes by buying dinner, even if he never does admit to eating the sandwich.

cause he’s still trying to steal himself an eliot.

[fruitcoops]

Ok so what sbout remus/sirius being too sick to go to an away game so the other one has to go alone, and then tons of facetime conversations and "get well soon" videos from the team?

This is related to this fic about Remus and Finn bonding over terrible reporters--hope you enjoy! SW credit goes to @lumosinlove, and the Loops/ Talker bonding is for @lee-1012!

TW for illness

“You don’t look so good.” Remus frowned as he held the inside of his wrist against Sirius’ forehead. “And you definitely have a fever.”

“Non.” Sirius sat up on his elbows with a groan, then almost immediately flopped back down.

“Yes.” He leaned back on his heels and checked the clock—they had two hours before they had to be at the airport. “Baby, I don’t think you should—”

“ ‘m going.”

“It’s not a good—”

“Gotta go. Games.” Sirius cracked one glassy eye open. “Two weeks away. I’ll take the first couple days off.”

Remus sighed through his nose and brushed his sweaty hair out of his eyes. “You shouldn’t go on the plane if you’re sick. Not just for your sake, but for the rest of us. We don’t need everyone to come down with this.”

He received a halfhearted glare in response, but Sirius finally huffed and curled on his side to nuzzle against his thigh. “I’m gonna miss you.”

“I’ll miss you, too, baby,” Remus said quietly, bending to kiss his temple. They hadn’t been apart for that long since before he was a player, nearly a year prior. Hell, he had never played a game without Sirius, let alone two weeks’ worth. “Lily will check on you, okay?”

Sirius mumbled an incoherent response and cuddled closer when he began combing his fingers through his hair. The second alarm beeped, loud against the quiet of their bedroom; time to go, he thought ruefully. Sirius touched his knee as he started to stand. “Love you. Be safe.”

“Love you more.”

“Love you most.”

“Go back to sleep,” Remus said as his heart clenched. “I’ll let Coach know what happened, but you’ve got to rest and take care of yourself. Hydrate or die-drate, yeah?”

“Yeah. Love you.”

“Sleep,” he repeated, kissing his forehead once more before hauling himself out of bed and tucking the covers around Sirius’ shoulders. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

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The clouds were a soft, pastel pink around them as the sun rose—Sirius’ favorite. If his phone was correct, Lily would be there soon to let Hattie out and make sure Sirius wasn’t pushing himself too hard. The thought brought Remus a bit of relief, but not enough to quell his concern.

Talker poked his forearm, snapping him from his reverie. “What’s going on?”

“Just worrying.”

“About Cap?”

Remus waved a hand vaguely. “And Hattie, and Lily, and whether he’s got a cold or something worse. Feels weird being here without him.”

Talker hummed his agreement and offered one of his earbuds. “Want to listen to half of Bohemian Rhapsody with me? It’ll give you five minutes and 55 seconds of relative peace.”

“It’s too quiet,” James groaned just before he pressed ‘play’.

Across the aisle, Remus saw Kasey roll his eyes. “Your husband is sick, dude, not dead. He doesn’t talk to you on planes anyway.”

“It’s the principle of the thing, Bliz.”

“Oh my god,” Kasey muttered under his breath, securing his headphones tightly over his ears.

James let his head flop to the side with a baleful look. “Loops, you’re on my side, right?”

“I’ve got you, buddy,” he assured him. Talker stifled a laugh, and the opening chords began as more clouds rolled past. Remus let himself drift with them, taking deep breaths to soothe his worries; Sirius would be fine. He had the sniffles, or at worst the flu, and he would be join them for the second week in top form. There was nothing to worry about.

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“He’s got pneumonia,” Lily sighed.

“He what?”

“A mild case, but the doctor said it would take a week of antibiotics and rest before he’s close to a hundred percent. No hockey for about a month, too.”

Remus stared at the wall of his empty hotel room, lost for words. “Well, fuck.”

“Yeah.”

“Fuck.”

“Pretty m—absolutely not, go lay down.” There was a rustling noise and two grumbling voices. “Sorry about that.”

“Will you put me on speaker real quick?” Remus asked, pinching the bridge of his nose until he heard a faint click. “Sirius? You there?”

“Yes! I miss you, and I was just going to tell you that it’s really not that—”

“Please sit your ass down. Lily, if he tries to fuck around and find out exactly how nasty pneumonia is, you have full permission to sit on him. I miss you too, love,” he added after a short pause.

“He’s blowing you a kiss,” Lily informed him. “Oh, and he’s giving me the puppy eyes.”

“Resist if you can. Love you both. Give Hattie lots of cuddles from me.”

“We will,” she promised.

The second the call ended, Remus groaned aloud and thumped his head against the wall before padding down the hall. Just my fucking luck. The door swung open after the second knock; Arthur’s face fell. “How bad is it?”

“Mild pneumonia.”

“Fuck.”

“Yep. Doctor said he’d be out for a month.”

Arthur rubbed his eyes and nodded, motioning Remus back towards his own room. “Get some rest, then. I’ll let everyone know in the morning. Any idea how he got it?”

“Not a clue.”

“Thanks for the update, Loops. Sleep tight.”

“I will,” Remus lied as he headed back for a sleepless night between cold sheets.

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Lily sent updates every few hours; most reported that Sirius was sleeping well and looking better with each passing day, but Remus couldn’t help but feel overwhelmingly guilty. If something happened while he was hundreds of miles away, he would never forgive himself. He had sworn in front of their closest friends and family to be there in sickness and in health—what kind of husband ditches their partner for one of a million roadies?

This one. He stabbed a piece of broccoli and shoved it in his mouth. And then he goes and makes an idiot of himself for the world to see.

The interview was supposed to be easy, but he couldn’t let it roll off anymore. Not when he couldn’t answer their questions even when he wanted to, not when he was states away from the love of his life while he was sick, not when he felt helpless and shoved aside in every current aspect of his life.

“So.” The chair next to him creaked as Talker planted his full weight in it and set his plate decisively on the table.

“What.”

“Oh, pissy Loops. Haven’t seen you in a while. Talked to Cap yet?”

“Yeah.” Another piece of broccoli fell victim to his frustration.

“How’s he sound?”

“Better.”

“Sweet.” Talker continued to munch away on his dinner. “Anyone ever told you that you have the general disposition of a wet cat when you’re upset?”

Remus tried and failed to keep down a smile. “I seem to recall you bringing it up on occasion, yes.”

His dark eyes softened and he bumped their elbows together. “He’ll be okay.”

“I know.”

“Really, Loops. Cap’s going to be just fine. Lily doesn’t sugar-coat this kind of stuff, and he’s a tough guy. Mild pneumonia doesn’t stand a chance. Besides, we’ve only got four days left and we need you to kick some ass out there.”

If Remus was a little more emotionally vulnerable, he would’ve burst into tears. Instead, he settled for leaning his temple against Talker’s with a quiet ‘thanks’ and allowed himself to be pulled into a side hug. Across the dining hall, Finn shot him a thumbs-up and a wink. “Love you, man.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Talker teased. “The internet is already coming to your aid, you know.”

“About…?”

“Not only have those asshole reporters become a new meme, you’ve also got a shit ton of people bringing up past mistreatment of athletes in the press room. You’re the face of a revolution, Loops.”

“I’ve been the face of too many revolutions for one person,” he groused, not even bothering to duck out of the way when Talker ruffled his hair.

“Well, one more won’t kill you.”

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Remus’ heart raced as he stepped off the plane. The logical part of him knew that Sirius would be waiting outside the security gate, but everything else screamed to see him now, now, right now so he could be sure he was alright. At least he had sounded healthier on the phone the night before—Remus wasn’t sure what he would do otherwise.

“Deep breaths,” James reminded him as they walked toward the baggage claim. “I’m sure he’s—”

An excited shout broke through the thick crowds. Remus’ heart skipped a beat, and then he was running, racing through the people that parted for him as his vision tunneled. His carry-on hit the ground with a low thud that he hardly heard as Sirius lifted him straight off the ground and held him tight.

“I love you,” Remus said immediately, locking his ankles around Sirius’ lower back and squeezing his eyes shut. “Are you okay?”

In lieu of a response, Sirius pulled back and kissed him, cradling one side of his face in his warm, warm hand. Two weeks may as well have been an eternity. He broke away after a moment, searching his face for any signs of illness or pain. “I’m fine,” Sirius said softly, as if he could read his mind. “I promise. A little tired and sore, but there’s no lasting damage.”

“Don’t do that again,” Remus said into the side of his neck as he hugged him close. He smelled like home. “Not when I have to leave.”

Sirius’ arms were steady around his back. “I won’t.”

“I’m going to grill you on everything as soon as we get home.”

“I know.”

“But right now, I’m just going to hug you because I missed you and I worried myself into a hole, like, every night.”

He could feel Sirius’ smile against his shoulder. “I know.”

[morizoras-cave]

Bubble Laugh (Request)

Sebastian Stan x gn!child!co-star!reader, CA:CW cast x gn!child!co-star!reader 

Genre: fluff

Request Description: Hey can I request ca:cw cast x child!actress, where the child plays a hydra experiment on the run with sebs character Bucky but the actress is really quiet and shy because she’s the only child on set but then something funny happens like Anthony making fun of Tom and she bursts out laughing and it’s really loud and then end it however you want? 😊💗

Warnings: slight insecurity?

(A/N): sorry i havent gotten much done!! but now i have a bit of time. been wanting to write some tom hardy for a while? but gonna work on some requests first honestly. also, in my spare time i’ve been working on something that might be a worthy series???? but its not an x reader, its stucky, which is quite different from what i usually write. let me know what you think :D so sorry sbout this gif lmao

“And cut! Great scene, guys! Take a break.” 

All your cast mates began to disperse from the set. There’d just been an exhausting fight scene, and everyone’s bones were calling for a chair. You hadn’t fought all that much, mostly waved around with your hands, imitating some magic. 

You bounded over to the coffee station. You’d gotten particularly fond of grabbing one or two sugar cubes and then playing on your phone, or reading a book. 

You reached up and grabbed the sweet squares of delight, and hopped to the couch in the break room. You’d left your book there. You opened it and look down at it in your lap, as you squeezed a sugar cube past lips. 

“I think I’m gonna go fall asleep,” you heard Tom say sheepishly. He was still in his suit, you noted, but it was loosened and hanging awkwardly, meaning he’d probably dashed to the bathroom. 

Robert patted his shoulder comfortingly. Basically the entire cast piled into the break room, spreading out and starting conversations. Sebastian, the one you were undoubtedly closest to (as you and his character were practically on the run together), lay down on the black couch beside you. He gave you smile and rested his eyes. 

You looked at the cast again. You loved being part of it all. You had been so nervous to join. You were afraid your young age and shyness would prevent them from liking you at all. You were wrong. You’d never met better people than them. 

“What are you thinking about, kid?” Sebastian asked, eyes following yours. You felt your cheeks warm at the thought of being caught staring adoringly. You averted your eyes to your book and flipped a page. 

“Nothing,” you squeaked. Sebastian chuckled and shook his head. 

“Then what are you reading?” 

“Uh,” you flipped it to show him the cover, “The Cat Who Came In Off The Roof.” 

“What’s it about?” 

“Uhm.. A cat,” you mumbled and giggled. Sebastian giggled too. “Fair is fair,” he said. Indeed, fair was fair. 

“Mackie, what have I done to you?” Tom’s voice caught both you and Sebastian’s attention. He sounded whiny, but in reality he had a playful smile on his lips.

“Man, what haven’t you done?” Anthony was pretend-angry. You couldn’t see it on his face like Tom. You always thought that the bit between them was funny. You smiled.

“List one thing I’ve done to you!” 

“You’re a little narcissist, is what you are!”

“But-”

“Zip it, Holland!” 

The cast (who were all listening discretely) broke into laughter at the twos unending bickering. You were struggling to hold your laughter. You were trying to let it out quietly, so no one would look at you, so you’d just be another person laughing, but the more you tried to hold it back, the more you felt the urge to burst into it.

So you did.

About 3 seconds after everyone else stopped laughing, you made probably the loudest sounds the cast had ever heard you make. You wheezed, and broke into uncontainable laughter, doubling over.

Sebastian looked at you strangely. In fact, everyone was looking at you, a little shocked and amused at the same time. Anthony and Tom exchanged glances. 

“Are you- Are they? Is Y/n okay?” Chris asked and he himself was giggling. None of them had ever heard you say more than a couple of words at a time, and it was always so low, it could be a whisper. Not now, though.

You shook your head, feeling Sebastian’s hand on your back. “I’m sorry!” you calmed yourself, only to laugh once more. “That was.. That was really funny.” 

No one answered you for a moment. You felt yourself getting uncomfortable, knowing you were probably too loud and weird. You focused instead on your book, bristling under their gazes.

“I’m sorry, it’s just- I- We’ve never heard you say anything that loud, outside acting,” Sebastian could tell you were uncomfortable. You looked up at him shyly, smiling sheepishly. 

“You should laugh like that normally, it’s a huge confidence booster!” Anthony joked and everyone giggled again. 

“No,” you mumbled, and honestly only Sebastian could hear you, “It’s too loud.” 

Sebastian looked at everyone else and smiled knowingly. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and ruffled your hair, to which you protested with a groan. 

“Y/n, you should be loud whenever the hell you want. In fact, I only want you to laugh like that. I need the good energy,” he said, releasing you finally. 

“Whatever-” you begun, but before you could brush it off, he said:

“I’m serious.” 

He was looking in your eyes, which just made you shy again. 

“Alright,” you whispered, “I will.” 

Sebastian high fived you, and then jumped up from the couch. 

A set worker soon came back and directed everyone back to set. You almost immediately felt more comfortable. They didn’t laugh at you. They liked your laugh. In other words, they liked you being more loud. 

From then on, every time something made you laugh, you never held back your real laugh. You always just let it go, and soon enough you could see, that when you weren’t hiding yourself out of shyness, people actually accepted the real you, and it made it so much easier to feel like you were good enough to not hide away. 

As you grew up, you always found yourself looking back at the Civil War movie, as the time where you gained your confidence. And it was all thanks to them. :)

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[hmshermitcraft]

(Arranged Marriage AU)

As a kid, Princess False of the Symmetry Kingdom is a free spirit. Best shot with a bow, quick with a sword, always out exploring. She's her parents' pride and joy, knowing their land will havr such a strong leader, one day.

What they don't know is that False has a secret friend she goes exploring with. Stress is a sweet girl who seems right at home in nature, who she explores the forests outside the kingdom borders with. Over the years they grow close, but Stress makes False promise not to tell her parents about her. Stress' own parents are apparently very controlling, and as a result she ran away from home. She's afraid they'll find her, and never leaves the woods. She never goes into more detail than that, though, and False knows very little of Stress' life before the forest.

And slowly, as the two grow up into young women, they grow mutually attracted to one another, though Stress always seems to shy away from False's affections, even after they both confess, as if afraid of hurting the girl.

Then one day, when False steps out into the woods after some combat training... Stress is gone. The little hut they built together for her in the woods looks like it was attacked and broken into, and that there was a brief struggle. Of the woman herself, though, there is no sign. Did... Did her parents finally find her? False has no way of knowing, and is heartbroken.

Returning to the kingdom, False's parents can tell something's happened, but don't pry. They've long since realized their daughter's heart belongs to someone she's been meeting in secret since childhood, but have respected her having reasons for not revealing them. It does, however, make what they have to tell her now kind of uncomfortable.

She's being pushed into an arranged marriage.

Her parents had always intended for False to be able to pick her partner, but with tensions rising with the nearby Monster Kingdom, they've agreed to a marriage in order to try and stabilise things. The dark Monster Kingdom have recently recovered one of their runaway children, after all, and are more than happy to fob her off on another kingdom and never have to deal with her again. Especially when same-gender arranged marriage is considered a good way of strengthen bonds with reduced worry of children.

So when the day comes, weeks later, False stands with her parents in their castle courtyard, waiting for the fiancee she's never met to arrive.

When a rather sombre looking Stress steps out of the carriage, False's low mood completely evaporates, something her parents immediately take note of and put the pieces together. Princess Stress of the Monster Kingdom looks utterly downtrodden, as if defeated, but that too changes the moment she lays eyes on her love, the wide, happy grin False thinks suots her better rapidly returning.

They try not to be too obvious sbout it while the Monster Kingdom guard are still at the castle, but once they're gone and the two are alone, they embrace with happy tears.

Now they never have to be apart ever again, what with the impending wedding, and False can finally introduce Stress to her parents after all these years.

Imagine if Stress’s parents were making her marry a woman to “punish” her, thinking she was straight. Oh, how it backfired.

[the-darklings]

I’m very curious, what are each of the characters’ love languages? 👀

(I’ve actually been thinking sbout this for a while,,, Santino would be pretty straightforward I think, V would probably confide in the person (send her to therapy already!1!!), John would probably show it through his trust level... and Hector is definitely a tsundere and you cannot tell me otherwise)

So I’ve actually done J, S & the Elites already and you can find them here.

But I’m always ready to expand on this (especially if it’s V), so:

V: mutual comfort, her letting you touch her (holding your hand, an unprompted kiss on cheek, or otherwise), protective of your happiness in every capacity, would burn the world down for you, inspiring her to create something and her naming it after you, slow/sensual kisses, flowers, reading together or her reading to you if you ask, insatiable when it comes to affection, tracing your skin absentmindedly when she works, her coming back in the middle of the night and sleepily snuggling into you, mutual laughter, travelling, if she loves you you will never be unloved by her, fixing each other’s clothes, taking baths together to soothe her worry/pain, being perceptive of mood changes & always asking after you, sharing each other’s clothes, edge of steel/fire/command when she’s angry but never directed at you, always pulling you back for second kiss, and third, and fourth-  

Elder: world at the palm of your hand, cashmere & silk, sun drunk, whisper of sand against your skin, visiting the ocean, sea-salt kisses, challenge towards each other, sleepless nights (both due conversation and otherwise), deep discussions, him wrapping silk around your shoulders, rumble of his voice vibrating against your skin, fleeting skin touches, dancing by the fire, fantastical stories, forehead kisses, mute worship, passion like the sun, petnames, bone deep yearning.

Lucien: “not everyone - not you”, bloodshed for you, unbreakable loyalty, edge of danger, bruising kisses, fingers digging into your hips like he can’t let you go, rare murmurs of French, head in your lap, kiss of metal against your skin but never harming you, insatiable, nuzzling against your neck, endless teasing, hungry eyes across the room, mine, sneaking up on you to nip on your ear, love bites in general, you’re the only exception, eyes only for you.  

[cherryonigiri]

Kuroo w/a confident + active S/O

@onedayiwillcreatecoolernickname​ asked: im a confident person, whats visible both in my looks and personality. i love standing out of the crowd, so wearing extravagant clothes and crazy hair colors is something that im well known of. but i dont have a particular aesthetic, so my clothing style is various (grunge, pastel, boho, sexy, vintage, tomboy; basically everything). even though im 170 cm tall, i like wearing high heels a lot and tbh, it doesn't make me feel awkward or insecure when i'm being taller than some boys. i often end up as a leader of the group and i think im a good one, because i have almost all the required qualities (creative patient helpful observant talkative), and every project that i take a part in is successful, so. but talking sbout ppl; i love taking care of them so much, seriously. youre cold? here, take my jacket. its getting dark already? dont worry, ill take you home. youre feeling anxious? lets talk and ill try my best to make u feel at ease. you need a hug? come here bby. as much as i enjoy discussing with other ppl, learning about their beliefs and exchanging my opinions with them, i also appreciate it a lot when we can be silent with each other, doing totally different things. but still, im happy the most when i have someone with whom i can have a deep conversation, because im not really into small talk. i need stimulation, the feeling that im constantly learning something new about everything. im just so fascinated and in love with the world haha. and maybe some facts about me. im cuddly and affectionate af with people that i like (and bcs of that other ppl that i must be in relationship with my friends, but its all platonic gay i swear). im ticlish and in general, touch-sensetive af. i identify as pansexual. i have 0 male friends, mostly because of my past bad experience with boys (bullying etc), but also because in my environment theres a lot more girls, so yeah. at home i often wear shorts and tshirts, because im quite hot ; ) im really into personal development and psychology, because people and their minds fascinate me and id want to know them better. i love learning new languages (im fluent in polish & english, less advanced in spanish and russian, but im still learning), writing both my own stories and letters, i also draw a little and i think im quite good at it. volleyball is definitely my favourite sport, but i enjoy running, cycling and matrial arts too.

A/N: Last of my matchup requests! Hope you enjoy 💖

Your matchup is

Kuroo Tetsurou

Loves that you are super confident + self-reassured. You know what you’re capable of and not afraid to assert that you’re good at what you do (he finds your confidence super attractive)

Another thing Kuroo loves about you is your undending curiousity - he loves that you always want to learn something new

Would totally flirt with you by texting/telling you fun facts about science or anything else - would pay attention to whatever you are interested at the moment and then go home and research fun facts to share with you

Enjoys studying together with you - he likes that you try to find meaning in what you’re learning + apply it outside of how to score well on exams

Studying together is something you look forward to because the two of you just being with each other - you don’t necessarily have to go out on a “formal” date to spend time with him.

You just enjoy having his presence around - since you appreciate + value silence I feel like a lot of times you would just lounge around in the house and not really do much 

That being said - you are both people who like to have things to do most of the time - so he makes the effort to take you out on regular dates 

You guys probably love going to museums + different exhibitions/galleries around the city since you both enjoy learning more about the world

Aquarium dates??? YES. 

I feel like Kuroo loves your sense of fashion/style and would love to try to coordinate outfits to match or pair well with each other. If you want he would be down to have you style him for the day

Would understand if you were uncomfortable around his friends/team at first - but hopes that you will eventually be able to get along with them 

If you are open to hanging out with/socializing with the boys’ volleyballl team he’ll be really aware of the situation/atmosphere and make sure that you aren’t uncomfortable 

If you get close with the team,yYou two probably co-parent his volleyball team - you’re probably the unofficial manager/mom of the team (sorry yaku)

Will often hold study/review sessions for his team and you always seem to have plenty of their favorite snacks/foods 

Vice versa I think Kuroo would put forth a genuine effort to get to know your friends - he is big on reciprocation and really appreciates how much time you spend getting to know his friends

Wouldn’t mind sitting with your group of friends during lunch and chatting with them - if your group of friends doesn’t mind + he isn’t intruding he’d be happy to hang out with you all on the weeekends

If you’re interested in learning Japanese he’d be more than happy to help whenever you need it. 

You’re good at getting a grasp on the basics but helps with the more complex stuff + stuff that is related to culture/history + idioms or sayings that don’t make sense when translated literally

Probably asks you to teach him English/Polish or you two decide to learn a new language together. 

Kuroo definitely is very physically affectionate (aka. Look at my cuddling hcs for him) but isn’t the biggest on PDA

He prefers just having some kind of physical contact with you - like holding your hand, arm around your waist/shoulder - occasional kisses on the cheek/pecks on the lips but nothing over the top

Would love it if you play volleyball casually with him - maybe a group of your friends + his friends together could spend a day on the beach playing volleyball together

I feel like the two of you would be a couple that likes to work out together/try new things together

Morning runs together are fun - it gives you the extra motivation + it’s a nice way to spend some time with Kuroo

[cowabungacafe]

Hello! I hope you can match me with somebody.

So, I'm from Poland, I have very light skin like almost white, naturaly strainght brown hair but 3/4 of a year I wear green wool dreadlocks. I have weird eyes like they blue but in daylight they almost baby blue with dark circles around the colored part. I'm very chubby and a bit short (163cm).

I'm not very touchy (my neck is very sensitive so I don't like to be touched there). I can cook and bake and I play djembe and drums. I also listen to polish punk (a bit more aggresive than american punk) and I curse all the time (being slav is not a choice). I "can" draw and paint and also I work as a dreadmaker. I love all the animals, including bugs.

I'm not very girly. I mean, I wear makeup, sometimes it's very colorfull but I don't think that I act very feminine. My one clothing item that i wear with almost everything are my combat boots that I got when I was 12. I like to wear things that I made myself or painted, like I don't have any pait of trainers or sneackers that are not painted.

If you have any questions feel free to ask me and sorry if I made alot of mitakes.

Love ya and hope u work something out💚

Hello. Thank you for requesting. I hope you got who you wanted. No you didn't make any mistakes so chill.

Gif desc: you told me tht u arent a lot feminine and also like punkish stuff so i thought this gif would match you. Im sorry if u dont like it ☹

I match you with

Raphael

Why i Matched you with your result

All the people i matched raph with are really badass outside but really soft inside, and you're one of them too.

You aren't that touchy and raph likes it bcus he too isnt all sbout PDAs. Not until he gets close to someone.

The first time you cursed infront of him, he was a bit surprised but he found it cool and thought to himself "not bad gurl."

Although for you cursing is a slavic nature but he finds it as a way of expressing your feelings.

The combat boots radiate combating and badass vibes and he loves it!!. He will very much prefer you to wear that on bed too..

He finds your love for painting fascinating and the fact that you paint your clothes just blows his mind away. He adores your creativity. He too has a soft spot for street arts.

His love for animals are shown throughout the tmnt universes. But no not bugs, definitely not cockroaches.

You're into punk music, and this boy looovessss that!!!!! They already have a drum in the lair and you were more than glad to play it. Guess what? You're a part of mikeys hiphop Christmas album now🤣.

The fact that you're not very feminine doesn't really matter to him, he loves you for you.

Random headcanons of both of you when together

Both of you will hold a lil concert when none at the lair, you will play the drums and he the electric guitar.

Dates will include vibing out to some polish punk music or going out on a night walk in the park.

He will love to help you cook. During cooking seasons, both of you will talk a lot about your past, your favs ,your dislikes etc. Overall its a very soothing moment. And surprisingly raph isnt that bad on cooking too.

If you ever get into a fight with someone(female), he will be in the back cheering for you!!!!. And if its a male, well,,,,only god can help that person(if they deserve to be helped though).

[saturndivine]

how would a Capricorn Venus & a Sagittarius Venus work together a dynamic??

well these semi-sextile venus pairs have a lot more in common than most would think. despite the fact that capricorn venus does want a long term commitment when it comes to partnerships and sagittarius venus may want something free and loose they both share this goal of success and they both arent fans of failure. i honestly think these are one of the venusian pairs that both cap & sag come out learning something different sbout themselves, theyre reborn in such a way.

capricorn, being a very restricted, yet passionate lover can teach sagittarius that some things are left better unsaid and some journeys you simply have to enjoy. sagittarius is a fast moving sign and sometimes doesnt stop and smell the roses because they want to know whats next. capricorn likes to teach their partners and so they may be inclined to help their sagittarius lover calm down and ease into life rather than hitting it hard.

sagittarius, a free lover, free spirit, excitable sign is just as passionate in its own way. it wants to teach you just as capricorn, but it wants to teach cap how to loosen their restrictions, dive into life fully rather than simply dipping a toe in. they really break cap venus out of their restricted love shell. they open their mind, and show them that theres more to the world. theres freedom everywhere you go. its an adventure that sag wants to show cap.

of course being semi-sextile means friction & a little confusion (because its difficult to understand eachother) but this could be a relationship where they get together, break up, and then years later marry. they just expand each others world.

[maychup]

I know the glitra prompts was a while ago but if you still feel like you wanna write for it I’d be hella interested in seeing how they react to the realisation that they like each other, what makes them realise? Do they tell anyone? If any drama occurs, irl if I’m picturing this in a modern au or canon so feel free to do either!

Imm a do,,,, modern au :)

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A fight you can’t win

Catrina Driluth had this way of just... driving Glimmer up the wall.

Figuratively and literally.

Here’s how it works — Catra is an annoying highschool bully, who shoves kids into lockers to take their lunch for the day. Her victims are quite select kids too. Usually it’s the spoiled brats. Sometimes, her flavor shifts to rich jocks. Glimmer’s luck ran out when she realized she’s both. Two days into the school year, she found herself phnned to a locker with Catra threatening her for money.

So Glimmer clocks her in the jaw. Catra looked stunned, but she then threw herself to a brawl.

They were both sent to the office. Catra’s already damaged record pretty much automatically sorted the blame to her; Glimmer got away without a slap on the wrist.

That’s when Catra told her she’ll “pay for that”.

Two months into the school year, she saw something interesting.

Here’s what she saw — two bullies slapping Kyle’s (a well known weeb) stack of binders. They all laughed and made fun of him. One of them even went through his backpack and emptied it out when he couldn’t find anything of value. Glimmer was about to fight off the bullies, but they had already scattered away by the time she stood up. Instead, she helped Kyle clean up.

That’s not the interesting part.

The interesting part happened when both of those bullies ended up in a fight with Catra, and Glimmer was a witness to it all.

Glimmer left to the back of the school. She saw the three of them, except she thought it was a murder scene.

Catra stood over the bodies with a bleeding nose, a cut on her lip, and her fists bruised to hell.

“Hey Princess,” she said as she brushed passed her.

Glimmer debated calling help for the two boys on the pavement, but then again...

“Here, let me help you.”

If Glimmer could pick a spot, it all started there. Everything. Started there. She started watching Catra’s behavior a little more.

And that’s when the patterns arise —

Catra stole money from the rich folk. Almost like a Robin Hood type kind of stealing. It’s not right, for sure, but Glimmer feels something ease in her mind at the realization of it. For some reason, learning that Catra had a heart made her own heart flutter.

And still at the same time.

Because where did all the money go?

That question was answered almost immediately. She spots Catra after school, stopping by a local asian place — the ones where tou could buy a meal that’ll last a week for only five bucks. Catra steps out and heads to the more sullen part of town. Immediately, everyone greets her.

And immediately, Glimmer couldn’t fight the smile on her face as she watches Catra hand out portions of food to the masses.

Immediately, she headed home.

She talks to her friends about it — Bow and Adora. She wonders if they have noticed anything about her.

Bow — who has had surprisingly gentle interactions with Catra — said that when a group of boys in archery bullied him for having two dads, those same boys ended up with missing teeth the following week. That same week, Catra told Bow that he’s ‘Good at archery’.

Adora has had more than one good interaction.

Then again, the two used to be best friends.

Adora saw the most gentle side of Catra. Adora claimed that Catra is very, very observant. That she’d pick up an off hand statement and make something out of it within the next month. Adora remembered this one time she mentioned liking a certain food place to Catra. A few days later, she finds a take out from that place by her doorstep while she was sick with the flu.

Another incident was when Catra heard about Adora’s bullies, making fun of her for being scared of a rat. Catra took the blame by acting like she was terrified of mice, and Adora was just trying to protect her.

The most recent one was when they weren’t friends anymore. Catra fixed her car by stealing the needed pieces from other rich folks’ cars.

“She’s good inside but... really crappy on the outside,” Adora says.

Everything was pretty much the same for next two months. During a football game, though, Glimmer finds herself in a predicament..

She had snuck out, lying to her mom that she was sleeping over at Adora’s place. Really, she went to the homecoming football game. It was for her boyfriend, Roosevelt, who is now her ex-boyfriend after she saw him smooch one of the cheerleaders. And the problem is that Roosevelt was her only ride.

The night was looming over her, and it was far too cold to just walk five miles back home. Still, Glimmer tried.

That’s when this happened — Catra drove up to her in a motorcycle that looks too new to actually be hers.

“Jesus, Brightmoon,” Catra said with urgency. She shedded her hoodie off and urged Glimmer to put it on. “It’s the middle of fucking November, what the hell are you doing just wearing that?”

Glimmer shakes, and Catra looked more annoyed than she was worried.

Catra sat Glimmer down on the back of her motorcycle and they rode all the way back to Glimmer’s community. It’s a quiet home, so Catra’s loud motorcycle could be heard a block away. Glimmer’s grip on Catra’s waist felt incredibly warm. Like as if Catra radiated off some sort of unnatural warmth.

She tries to ignore it, but she can’t. Might as well savor it until it lasts.

When Catra pulls up to their house, her mother is already running out if the front door.

Catra doesn’t say a word as her mother started lecturing her about lying. She also started yelling at her about how worried she was when she called the Grey household because Glimmer wouldn’t pick up her calls. Glimmer tried to talk back, but what do you say when your mother catches you lying red handed?

“And you,” Catra visibly flinches when her mother started yelling at her. It... it’s a first. Glimmer doesn’t know what to make out of it.

So instead, she defends Catra.

In the end, her mother invites Catra back into the house for food and warmth. Her mother asks Catra questions upon questions, and for each of them Catra answered with full honesty.

It’s all revealed right in front of Glimmer — Catra is a bully who bullies bullies who bully those who don’t deserve bullying.

“What about me then?” Glimmer asks.

“I thought you were a snob too, but Kyle told me you helped him when those boys picked on him.”

After a few moments, Catra ends up sitting in Glimmer’s bedroom. She looked in awe of everything in the room. Every little trinket was picked up carefully before being placed back the way it was. She looks ethereal doing so.

Glimmer has watched Catra, but she hasn’t really seen her like this.

When Catra picks up a stuffed animal and teases her sbout it, Glimmer mentions how they’re old ones from her childhood.

“Mom never bought me these kinds of stuff,” Catra chuckles.

“Is it... because of money?”

Catra shrugged, finger still trailing a line to touch every item in the room. “No, she had the money,” there was something dark in her voice, “but she just wasn’t invested in me.”

This is when everythinf clicked together — Catra’s not the monster the world made her out to be.

“Is that why you hurt other kids?” Glimmer took a bold step towards her.

Catra stops and shrugs.

“That’s not good for you. You need to get help —“

“I know,” Catra sighs “but not yet. Not when my mother has the rights to know about my counseling sessions.” Step.

“I... take it you tried and it didn’t go very well?” Step.

“Something like that.” Step.

Glimmer takes Catra’s hand away from its roaming.

“Sparkles,” Catra whispers, “if this goes out to anyone at school, I’ll —“

“Beat me up?”

Catra’s smile carefully grows. The hand on hers grips hers. “If that’s what you’re into.”

Glimmer flusters. “I —“

“Oh, shit. That was supposed to be a joke but — ow!” Catra snickers when Glimmer shoves her back.

Catra retaliates by pushing her back. They rough around, and for once Glimmer feels some of the power in Catra’s body. No wonder she could take on groups of men. She was rippling with strength. Probably even more than Adora.

Definitely more than her.

Here’s what it was — Catra figuratively and literally pushes Glimmer up the wall.

Here’s what it is — Catra pushes Glimmer up the wall with their lips carefully dancing together. Glimmer can’t remember who made the first move, but it doesn’t matter. For someone so rough, Catra’s kisses were achingly gentle.

Glimmer did ‘pay’ alright.

Glimmer punched Catra in the face with her fist. And Catra struck her heart with everything she’s got.

And Glimmer hates to admit it, but it’s a fight she didn’t want to win.

[arcadequeerz]

don’t mind me i’m being emotional sbout ws au senry n i-

Ok I know I’ve barely shared stuff bout this au: but: I keep thinking about the Morning after the two get to Henry n Linda’s house, after finally escaping the studio together. As soon as they get to the house, they’re both pretty much hit with this Crushing Exhaustion, and Sammy’s not only hit with that, but is Suddenly Overwhelmed by everything, Near panic attack because of how sudden, how overwhelming it is to finally be out of that ink filled hell. 

Henry wants to talk to Linda, whose obviously: Freaked out, worried, wants to know what happened, who Sammy is, but he has to worry about Sammy whose on the verge of not only Passing out, but mid panic attack almost, And that could very well lead to him turning into his wereself n that isn’t something either of them want to deal with/go through.

SO: He helps Sammy upstairs as he assures Linda he’ll explain things, Later. He goes to the spare bedroom, Helping Sammy onto the bed and lays down with him, immediately, the two fall asleep. It’s not until the next day that Sammy wakes up, He only wakes up because the morning sunlight's bleeding in through the blinds over the window, hitting his face. He opens his eyes to find Henry, fast asleep laying across from him snuggled up in the blankets. He’s sleeping so soundly, and at that moment it all finally Hits Him.

They’re free, They’re out of the studio. They’re together. For once he isn’t awakening immediately hit with the fear of what that day would bring. Instead he wakes up, wrapped up in soft blankets, safe, warm and with Henry, He wakes up: and he’s safe, He wakes up and Henry’s safe, there with him sleeping so peacefully. They’re safe...they’re both safe, their both Free, and they’re together.

He moves closer to Henry, waking him up as he does. Henry smiles a first, but frowns when he notices the tears welling in Sammy’s eyes, golden ink melting down his cheeks from his eyes, It isn’t so much of sorrow though, more of Relief, Finally they’re free, Finally they’re safe, He’s safe- Henry puts his arms around him, Holding him close to him as Sammy hides his face against his chest, crying softly as Henry holds him. He holds him close, they’re both just so happy to finally be free, finally be out of that hell, They’re so happy their together, Just So happy to have each other. Content to just lay there, holding onto each other.

Safe. Happy.

[mentalrubikzcube-blog]

Confront Yourself Ch. 2

Chapter 2 We arrived at the hospital and I was rushed inside. I only caught a few images of what was going on because my eyes were still very strained and sore. My head was also still trying to work up the strength to make sense of all of this. Daya stayec at my side. She was alwats there for me. I even saw Spitz there. Daya threw him out. Apparently there was a bit more to the story. Daya woukd later on confide in me that Spitz originally was gonna bring me to the hospital in his car and as he was "helping" me in he got rather "handsy". Daya had been looking for me and checked if I was smoking, which was the go to spot if I'm not waitressing. She saw Spitz and called the police and 911. I was completely unconcious the whole time and dont remember the assault or the fainting. It had to be from lack of sleep. Once the nicotine hit my sytem combined with Spitz's rage, I guess it was too much and I collapsed. I cant belive, well actually I can, but still. How could you take advantage of your employmee? Who am I kidding, its Connor Spitzman were talking about. Scoundrel extrordinare. After sometime in the ICU, I was aloud to go home and told to get rest and take a week off work. Daya stressed to the nurse that she would make sure I made a full recovery. She definitely would hold hold up her end of the bargin. She took me home and tucked me into bed. Very little was said. We both knew that I needed to just rest. What was there to talk sbout anyway, it had been a traumatic day for us both. She needed rest just like I did. When I suggested she stay the night she about cried. Daya was one of the few who knew that extending an invitation like that wasnt common for me. She thanked me and got the couch ready for her to sleep later. After a wonderful dinner of chicken cordon bleu and golden potatoes we both headed to bed. I fell back into my deep space sleep. It felt good to let go and finally recharge. As I lay there, I Kofeel tears roll down my cheeks. Why am I crying?  I thought to myself. I wiped them away and fell again into my comatose sleep. Numb. Black. Perfect. Serene. Gone too quick. Before I knew it Daya had brought me breakfast in bed. Waffles, eeggs, bacon, mixed berries, orange juice, even a side of cinnamon butter, and finally a little vase with wildflowers. The works. "Wow, thanks D." I was so grateful to gave someone who cared about me so much. She smiled and headed out of the room. Returning with my Firefly mug filled with rich Columbine coffee. "Three packs of sugar and just enough cream to coat your throught so you can drink more, right?" Daya chuckled I smiled. She knew me so well. Now before you getbthe wrong idea. No, she is not my girlfriend. She is however my best friend and I would literally die without her. She keeps me grounded and I do my best to do the same for her. After breakfast, coffee, and a morning smoke I wanna get out and go for a walk. If I'm gonna be on sick leave then I atleast wanna get some fresh air and get outside. That's the best way to feel better if youre system is upset. I tried to go for walks whenever I need to clear my head or just feel better in general. As I was getting ready Daya was in my ear telling me about how what if I fainted again and that I needed to be careful, I assured her I would be and she finally relented and let me go on my walk. I walked up the street and around a few corners. I passed pretty neighborhoods and not so pretty ones. I finally came upon a small strip mall. I wondered along the siewalk gazing st the colorful and vast stores that were included by one another. Matress store. Carribean dining. Hat repair place. Subway. I kept walking and then I saw a shop worth looking into, it was called Miss Lovely Lovely's Curio Cabinet. From the outside it looked like a vintage bookstore. I opened the door and it triggered a little bell. A lady emerged from a chair and greeted me warming then the sun after a long frost, "Hello traveler, may I offer you some Egyptian cinnamon tea?" She was a very sweet old lady. She had long almost transparent white hair and her eyes were an emerald green. Very shiny and flawless. "No thank you." I repiled. I looked around the shop in amazement. There were so many things. Clothes, books, toys, trinkets galore, and so much more. "Look around dear and let me know if you need anything." She said sitting back down. I did just that. This place was fasicinating. Vintage and modern stuff mingled together. It was beautiful and kept blinking thinking it was a dream. How have I not been here before? I ask myself. After looking at the jewlery and clothes, I gravitate to the books. After looking throught many titles I was compelled to ask her if she had a book that could help me sleep. That space sleep was temporary and I know it. "Ma'am, do have anything about insomnia?" She smiledcat my request. She disappered to the back and reappeared with a small brown leather bound book without a name. "I was hoping you would have come sooner, Reylnn Yorfath." Shd said my name, How did she know my name? I pondered in horror "Wwww-ho arrrrre you?" I stuttered "Miss Lovely Lovely of course." She chuckled "I go by many names, but that isnt important, you need this book to fix what you have broken." I didnt know what to do, so I accepted the book with no name and looked it over. It was rather tiny snd the pages were stained from the years. It also had a vintage air about it. Flipping through I saw that many of the paragraphs had multiple sentences underlined. It was very intriguing. I still didnt understsnd how she knew my name, but I wanted that book. "Hhhhh-ow much?" I asked, sounding like an idiot "No dear, this is a gift, before you can be at peace you must confront yourself." She said lovingly "Thank you." I said quietly tucking the book into my purse, I slowly made my way out of the store still amazed and looking around. Once outside I immediately light a cigarette. What just happened? I asked myself I began to make my way back to the house before Daya got worried. When I got to the front door, I looked in the window and saw Daya was sitting on the couch reading a book. I love the way her hair shimmers in the sun. To be honest I might have a slight crush on Daya, but I would never tell her. It woukd ruin our friendship. Anyway, I make my way inside and greeted her. She immediately started into how far I walkdd and if I took breaks as to not get too tired and pass out again. "Yes, Mom, I made sure to be careful." I teased her, she got a little frustrated but eventually laughed it off. I set my things down and told her about the little shop. She had never hesrd of it before. Weirdly, she checked the internet for it but there was nothing as if it didnt even exsist. Then Daya became a litte worried and asked me, "Are you sure you went there? Maybe your head is messing with you. I told you, you needed more rest." Daya huffed and looked at me concerned. I had left out the part about the book thinking she would freak out, I was even happier now I hadnt. I knew what I saw. It was real. Everything happened just like that. But then I began to question. Had I really gone there? Theres nominternet listing and my mind has been being weird lately. I swore it really happened thought. It seemed so real. Thoughts swirled around my head and I knew I had to see if I had the book. But I didnt want Daya to see and ask me about it. She woukd think I was crazy. I said rather shyly, "Well, I'm gonna go get some rest then. I guess my head is just still messed up. Anyway thanks Daya." Then I slipped away to my room with my purse. Once insixe inside I closed the door and locked it. I put the purse on the bed and stuck my hand inside. I felt my wallet, perfume, sunglasses, smokes, lighter, and other odds and ends. Where was the book? Had I really imagined all of that? I began to think to myself. Suddenly I panicked and thought once more, Am I going crazy? Did I hit my head harder then I thought? Is this insomnia eating away at my memory and thought patterns? I started to shake a bit, but I looked once more in my purse. Wallet, keys, sunglasses, BOOK! It was there. How had I skipped it the first time? Or was my mind just playing tricks on me again? I didnt know. All I knew was that I had the book and now I could finally cure my insomnia. I sat on the bed and began to read. I was shocked by how accurate and headon this stuff was. Before I knew it Daya was knocking on my door for dinner. I stashed the book under my pillow. Because for whatever reason I didnt wanna spark her curiosity. I wanted this treasure all to myself. I unlocked the door and met Daya in the living room. Waiting for me was shrimp and rigatoni. It smelled amazing. I couldnt wait to dive in. Daya gave me the pills the doctor perscribed and we ate. After a great meal and equally great converstaion we both agreed it was time for bed. "You need anything?" Daya asked as I was brushing my teeth. I shook my head. We echanged goodnights and she shut of the lights. I slid into my room, anxious to see what else the book said. Already it had me addicted. I was somewhat experiencing withdrawl when at dinner. Which I thin was more guilt then anything. I wanted to tell Daya, I really did, but I knew she wouldnt understand. So I would keep it to myself until I knew for sure it cured me of this insanity which I was desperately on the brink of. I read to myself, "Life is defined as the state or quality that distinguishes living beings from dead ones and from inorganic matter, characterized chiefly by metabolism, growth, and the ability to reproduce and respond to stimuli. The period between birth and death. But to Live means something else entirely. Live is defined as to remain alive, be alive, to exsist in a specified way. We all are given Life, but seldom do any of us Live. We need to live. Be alive and go out and enjoy the world. Get out of our comfort zones. Aid our fellow man and conquer the earth the way The Creator intended. For out Creator is Life and we only Live through Him. For the wages of sin are death, but the Gift of our Creator is Eternal Life through His Son. All you must do is believe." I shut the book and rolled my eyes, "Great, a religious book, but still how did she know I was gonna come in there, I mean Im sure she gives everyone the same book but how did she know my name?" I wondered to myself, I didnt know how to explain all of it, so I decided to try an sleep. I place the book on my nightstand, roll over, and pull the blanket up. Maybe I'd give the book another chance tomorrow, even for being a religious book it wasnt bad. I fade into a deep sleep and I'm standing in a meadow. The breeze is light and airy. I gaze around at the cloud filled blue sky and the crisp green grass benath me. Out of nowhere I hear a voice say, "Do not be afraid, whom I have chosen. For I will pour water on the thirsty land, and streams on the dry ground; I will pour out My Spirit on your offspring, and My blessing on your descendants. They will spring upnlike grass in a meadow, like poplar trees by flowing streams. I am the First and the Last. Apart from Me there is nothing. All who make idolsare nothing, and the things they treasure are worthless. Those who would speak up for them are blind; they are ignorant, to their own shame. No one stops to think, 'Is not this thing in my hand a lie?' Such a person feeds on ashes, a deluded heart misleads him, he cannot save himself. I have made you,  you are My servant. I have swept away your offenses lime a cloud, your sins like the morning mist. Return to Me, for I have redeemed you. Sing for joy, you heavens, for the Creator has done this. Shout aloud, you earth beneath. Burst into song, you mountains, you forests and all you trees, for the Creator has redeemed you, He displays His Glory before you. Be gratious and humble becore your Creator!" While the voice spoke everything around me was changing constantly. Before I knew it I was no long err in the meadow but up in space looking at earth from above. Just floating along in space with no problems. Then suddenly I was in the mountains looking down on the majesticness of the world down below. Then suddenly I was deep in the woods and the wind wooshed about creating a harmonious rhythm through the branches and the leaves. I was amazed by everything I saw. Out of nowhere there was a flash of lightning and booming of thunder. I instinctively dropped down out of fright. I heard the same voice one more and it spoked louder now, "I am the Alpha and Omega, The beginning and the end, there is nothing without Me. Nothing! Bow before your Creator you miserable creation." I got down on my knees and bowed, and in the blink of an eye I was back in my apartment in my bed like nothin happened. What just happened? I thought to myself. I fell back asleep after much tossing and turning, no crazy dreams this time. Just a deep deep deep sleep.