#sorry i am a shite friend

[silveredsound]

What did you mean was redacted 🤔

Hello! Well, covering Sledgehammer was the hottest thing that Harry has ever done - apart from something that I have redacted (as I just don't want to put that on main tbh.) But idk, being an alien, buying Nick the enjoy sign, literally going to Bronte when it was plus 40 degrees wearing a bloody black hoodie. Any of those will do.

[birbfeeder2artisticboogaloo]

FLSFASFSKLFJA IT WAS MY FRIEND WHO DID THE THING?????? SHE WROTE THE FIC THAT IVE BEEN GUSHING OVER?????? WTF?????? NO WAIT SO

SHE TEXTS ME LIKE 'so how did u like the new fengqing fic' and im like 'lol im always reading fengqing fic, what do u mean???' and she goes 'the one that just finished. 6 chaps. bit cracky. how did u like it' and im like 'oh that one was very good! but how did u know i was reading it???'

AND SHE GOES. 'BIRB. I KNOW BECAUSE I FUCKING WROTE IT, WITH ALL THE THINGS U FUCKING LIKE IN IT. UR THE ONE WHO TOLD ME TO READ TGCF. AND U DIDN'T EVEN LEAVE A COMMENT. WTF.'

anyway im a dumb cunt and megan is great, MAKE A TUMBLR AND STOP POSTING ON ANON, U COWARD! i feel so dumbbbbb omg 🤣🤣🤣

[commanders-sole-braincell]

heya! I was wondering if you still have that centaur vari concept rattling around, and if so i'd love to hear about them again!

Oh Muirghra! My sweet baby boy! I've honestly been meaning to revamp him - I love him but also...there's potential for Other Centaur that scratches my brain in a whole different way

Cuz yanno, I don't have enough sylvari

I'm gonna slap this under a read more because I'm just... disjointedly rambling?

He's just kinda skidaddling round the desert atm with his human buddy - but he's fungus cordyceps, which specifically controls the muscles of it's host I found out recently. For some reason, his pod was separated from the Tree (and thus the dream), and he winds up waking up in Elona nearish to a Joko facility. The ride over the sea damaged the pod and himself is such a way that his legs and lower torso were amputated in transit.

Essentially, with one of Joko's favourite decorations being centaurs, he's able to find a nearby ... horse half, and use that as a host. As he's a necromancer himself, ontop of the fungus thing, he's able to control the body like his own and keep it in fairly good condition

I'm still twisting between him being able to maintain that original free corpse mobility aid, or if he has to transfer to a new one after awhile, or is able to fungus the body into becoming plant enough to be perma attached? I'm not sure.

I do occasionally like to giggle to myself at the thought of him finding a deceased hydra body instead of a horse. Imagine that cresting the hill at Mach Fuck cuz the market's gonna close soon.

He has an unnamed human friend he has adventures with, and just helps out a local village that found him, and took him in. They largely have to play hide the centaur now and again but otherwise he's pretty good.

[konigsblog]

Heya! Sorry if it's stupid ask, but I have read your post a while ago that you're Scottish (If I'm wrong then I'm sorry and I would feel embarrassed.🙃) And I want to write Sergeant Johnny Mactavish and Captain John Mactavish x reader. And since they are also Scottish I want to write/them say some Scottish lines, or just words. So I was hoping what usually Scottish people will say, I don't want to mess up. I only know aye, shite and lass but that's much about it.

Sorry if my English is bad.

And I wish you an great day/night/evening!😊

SCOTTISH PHRASES AND WORDS TO USE WHILE WRITING FOR SOAP MACTAVISH.

— yes! i am scottish, so here's some phrases and words i hear, and say, in scotland and what other scottish people usually say. :)

bonnie = that means calling someone pretty, like bonnie lass means pretty girl, since lass means girl. i'd say this is usually aimed towards girls, like a man would call a woman a bonnie.

lad means boy, like a friend usually. lads is plural ofc, and you could use it to say soap and the lads, or his pals. — “me and the lads.” (lads isn't scottish, it's british - which obviously being scottish means your british, but anywhere in great britain you'd hear this. as well as the one below.)

pals means friends, friend is a pal. — “thought he was yer pal.” = “thought he was your friend.”

dinnae = don't, it's how we say it in our accent. “dinnae do that.”

dae = means do, again, how we say it in our accent. “dae that for me.”

“haud yer wheesht” means shut up, like be quiet.

blether means talk, you might call someone a blether if they gossip or they're a chatterbox. — “stop blethering.”

crabbit means to be annoyed or grumpy. — “why ye crabbit?”

aye means yes. — “aye, dae that.”

ken means know. “a ken that.” not the barbie doll, it means know :) — “a ken that.” means “i know that.”

eejit means idiot. — “yer' an eejit.”

“ah umnae” means im not. ‘ah’ means im, or i, ‘umnae’ means not. it's hard to explain, just our accents though.

‘peely wally’ means pale. (heard this too many times towards myself, im pale as paper..) — “yer' lookin' a bit peely wally.” honestly, i don't think you'd need to say this that often in fanfics with soap, but maybe if someone is ill, you'd say that.

“gonnae no do that” means don't do that. “gonnae” means gonna, so like “gonna not do that” you'd say to someone if they did something you didn't want them to do.

“yer bum's oot the windae!” you're lying, being dramatic, or over exaggerating something.

“dafty” means stupid. — “yer' a dafty.”

VIDEOS TO WATCH FOR HELP AND UNDERSTANDING OF THE ACCENT:

it shows the accent differences between a scottish person, an english person, and an irish person.

https://youtu.be/Z-WliS0HHF8?feature=shared

[mysunshinetemptress]

Ever Since New York

Part 2 of Meet Me in the Hallway

Leah Williamson x Styles!Reader

Warnings:Angst hidden relationships, lots of sighing

You hummed into Leah’s chest as she brushed her hand through your hair the two of you wrapped up on her couch watching The Arsenal boys against Southampton, you loved these moments the mundane couple things where you were able to forget that you lived four hours away and rarely saw each other unless it was through a phone or you had a free day to drive down to her for a few hours. You smiled hearing Leah whisper a quite yes as the boys took the offence “if they don’t win this one Le they will prove themselves to be absolutely shite.” Leah squeezed you slightly “hey United are just as bad “you shook your head “yeah but we have a trophy in our collection that’s younger then 20 years old.” Leah laughed squeezing you again huffing as Arsenal lost the ball. This was the few times in the last few months where it had been just the two of you, both being called up to the Olympic squad didn’t mean you got to spend time with your blonde lover instead you both kept your interactions to a minimum so this right here was bliss until it wasn’t.

You groaned lifting your head from Leah’s chest as you answered the phone “hi Harry.” Leah watched concerned as you sat up abruptly “how did you know I’m in London.” You looked at Leah panicked “just a friend H from the national team.” Leah sat up before getting off the couch and standing in front of you. “Yeah I can call around in an hour.” You looked at Leah “stay the night.” You felt your heart sink as you watched Leah nod her head, you didn’t want to stay at your brothers you wanted to stay at hers this was the only break you where getting for the next few weeks and you wanted to spend as much of it with her as possible. Sighing you agreed “yeah H I’d love to I’ll see you soon alright.” Hanging up the phone you began getting your shoes on as Leah looked at you confused “hey where are you going you told him an hour love.” You looked at Leah “I am not in the mood for this conversation right now I’ll see you in a few weeks ok.” Leah looked at you confused “but Y/n..” you shook your head “I’ll text you when I get there, I love you.” You kissed her goodbye before jumping in the car to head to Harry.

Harry to his kindness never asked which national team mate you where visiting simply talking about his up coming shows in New York titled “Harryween.” Before you both decided to watch a movie and just relax, we’ll try to relax you instead sat picking at your fingers thinking about your girlfriend who lived less than an hour away.

You hadn’t seen Leah in since you left her that night to stay at Harry’s but you had been talking daily trying to organise your schedules so you could drive down to London to spend time together only something always came up “sorry can’t do this weekend Arsenal girls are going out.” Or “sorry love not this weekend family thing, event I have to go to with Al, family night with the Arsenal.” The list went on and you felt yourself hating your hidden relationship more than before.

You where sat in your Mums house for a small family dinner, it was one of the rare occasions you all seemed to be in the same place as Harry was home, Gemma wasn’t working and you didn’t have a match. Harry cleared his throat before looking at you excitedly “so you know how my team and I came up with the plan to do HarryWeen.” You hummed in acknowledgment focused on cutting your roast potatoes “well my team checked your schedule for October and you’re free to fly out for it so.” You looked up at Harry “so what H.” Harry rolled his eyes “so will you come over to New York.” You looked at him eyebrows raised in surprise “I don’t know Harry I don’t know what the plans are for Halloween yet with the girls.” Truth was you had been hinting at Leah that you wanted to spend it with her “Invite them.” You nearly chocked on your dinner “what.” Harry nodded “invite the girls, even your national squad if you want.” You looked to your mum then Gemma “oh that would be lovely Ella, Alessia, Chloe and Alex. I agree darling invite them.” You sighed dropping your fork to rub your head, they would love to go you knew that but it was Leah you wanted to see not them. “Yeah I’ll ask.” As if on cue your phone rang as you flipped it over to see the photo of you and Leah staring back at you “sorry I have to take this I’ll be back in a minute.”

“Hey Le.” Leah sighed happily down the phone “god I miss you.” You smiled sitting on the stairs “I miss you too, what’s up are you ok.” Leah began talking about the match she had just finished playing a match you had recorded back in your apartment to watch later but nevertheless you sat happily listening to her talk about it. You began picking at the carpet as you worked up the nerve to ask “Hey Le.” Leah hummed softly telling you she was listening “Harry was just talking about his show in New York next month and eh well he said our schedules are free and asked if I wanted to invite some of the eh the girls over like you know El, Less, Chloe and Al and I was..well I was wondering if you wanted to maybe come over too you know to see him perform.” “Y/n.” Leah tried to speak but you couldn’t let her to scared of what she would say “I could introduce you this time like you wanted and you I mean you could even invite Kiera and Georgia that way it’s not just you so it’s less suspicious with the girls and all.” “Y/n” you hummed this time halting your speech “I would love to, I’ll text the girls now ok, Halloween with my girl in New York sounds cool.” You smiled happily “yeah.” Leah laughed “yeah.” You let out a breath you didn’t know you where holding “ok cool, ehm listen I have to get back to the table but I love you and I’ll text you later.” Leah laughed at how excited you sound “ok go on I’ll text the girls now and ask, I love you pretty girl.” You stood up on the stairs and squealed happily at the thought of Leah coming to New York with you as you went and sat back with your family. Harry laughed looking at you “what’s got you so happy.” You shrugged “New York.”

You had excitedly texted the girls that night asking if they all wanted to come to New York for the concert as well as a small shopping trip before texting them back when Harry said he was going to give you his jet for it before excitedly texting Leah “oh my god Le Harry said we can use his jet for New York.” Leah sighed looking at the text “cool.” You texted back immediately “maybe we could sit together, only if you’re comfortable with it.” Leah’s head shot up as her mum spoke “who’s texting you that you can’t listen to a word I’m saying.” Leah rolled her eyes “just one of the girls asking if I wanted to go to New York, I have to check.” Amanda hummed “which girl.” Leah shook her head “one of them god mum stop snooping.”

As the days grew closer to your departure date your family couldn’t help but smile at your excitement, it’s the first time they had seen you this excited in a while. The plan had been set weeks ago you, Ella, Less, Chloe, and Alex would all stay at your house and leave for the airport together and meet your Mum and Sister in New York, you had texted Leah the plan but she simply said she would stay at Kiera’s and that Georgia was going to stay with them.

You had all gotten up at 4 am happily getting yourselves ready for the airport texting Leah updates before squeezing into the car Harry had sent to get you. You shot one last text to Leah telling her you were leaving and that you would see her shortly. After arriving at the airport you all got on the plane and sat waiting patiently for the last three girls, it was a surprise for the rest of the girls who were coming. An hour later Ella groaned “Y/n we have been waiting for ages come on your other friends aren’t coming.” You looked down at your phone again, all your texts had been left on delivered since you got up and you had tried calling her 15 times but to no avail, finally it was when the captain came out that you agreed to leave.

Landing in New York you turned on your phone to see a text from Leah stating her and the girls had slept through their alarms and where so sorry but they arranged to get a flight that would land 6pm New York time. Sighing you got in the car to drive to the Hotel before leaving to meet up with your Mum and Sister at a restaurant. “Come on Y/n cheer up we made it and your friends are on the next flight out.” You nodded along to Chloe’s words “right ok yeah let’s go.” Sitting in the restaurant with your mum you couldn’t help but keep checking the time on your phone. “Hey im going to head to the airport to meet the girls arriving in I’ll meet you all back at the hotel ok.” The girls all wished you goodbye as you hoped back into the black Cadillac to the airport. You texted Leah “hey you never sent your flight details, I’m guessing T1 I’ll see you soon, I don’t think I’ve said it yet, but thank you for doing this I love you Le.”

You stood excitedly at the welcome gate ready to wrap your girlfriend in a hug before your other friends. You sighed checking your phone as it read 6:45 before googling flights arriving into JFK only to see that the 6pm flight had in fact landed already and they should have been out ages ago, shaking your head you decided to text Leah again “hey love, did you girls get lost??.” You decided this time to also text Kiera “hey Kie, did you guys get lost on the way out, where are u??.” You looked up as more strangers emerged from the airport but still couldn’t see the trio before looking back at your phone as it buzzed “Y/n wtf are you talking about get lost where.” You frowned in confusion before typing Keira back “Getting lost in JFK in New York, Leah said your guys flight landed at 6pm.” You watched as the bubbles appeared on screen “eh wtf why would I be in New York, Y/n are you sure you’re texting the right girl.” Your breath hitched as you stared at your phone “Keira where are you.” You felt tears begin to prick your eyes “I’m in Manchester, with Lucy, Leah hasn’t texted me in a few days.” You shook your head, deciding to call Leah but of course it went straight to voice mail, you let out a huff as you began to speak “Le, darling I’m..I’m not mad I promise I just…what’s going on..please Le..Keira said you never said anything to her about New York…I just..Le please call me..I’m sorry if I pushed you to fast just let me know your ok…. We can organise to see each other when I get back…I love you…Le god do I love you.” You hung up the phone before turning to head back to the driver.

You couldn’t wait for New York but now all you wanted was for this trip to end.

[soap-ify]

(SORRY BUT THIS ASK HAS MENTIONS OF SH)

HEY RURU!! I rlly adore reading your makes, it truly helps me identify what kind of a slut and whore that I am, but. Can I request some fluff? Like my best friend, (13 years of friendship since middle school) got with my boyfriend and I'm so like confused and mad, and like sad. I just don't know what to do at this point, I literally almost committed last night with ov3rd0$e. Unfortunately, I was unsuccessful, but if I could read one last thing before I don't want to live, it would be your writings :))

-❄️🍷

hi anon! i know it's been like two weeks and i hope you have been doing well. i am terribly sorry that happened to you, i understand how horrific that must have felt. moments like these makes one believe that the whole world is against you but please, do know that i'm always here for you if you need someone to vent. you deserve to be happy, and i'm here to listen. i genuinely hope you are doing alright now.

some morning simon fluff just for you. (no cws except reference to ghost's past)

there is nothing simon adores more than waking up next to you, your legs tangled with his, your head cozily buried into his chest — it most certainly looked like a mess from a distance. a mess he’d do anything to live over and over again.

it was a sweet reminder of your existence, and somewhat, his too. a reminder that he had survived it all somehow, all those gruesome missions and fights, all the torture he had too endure once, he had survived it. his life had just begun when had crawled out of that damn grave, his destination being you even if unbeknownst to him at that time.

“mmh, si…” your soft drowsy mumble snapped him out of his thoughts, causing him to look down at your stirring form, your head pulling away from the comfort of his chest to look over at him. oh, how he loved this sight of yours — forehead damp from the heat radiating off him, your eyes slightly puffy and hair a mess. it was as if you had made it your personal mission to attack his heart in the best way possible.

“g’mornin’, love.” his voice was hoarse from slumber, one hand reaching out to gently caress the back of your head, adoring the way you nuzzled into him. your calm breathing was his favourite sort of melody — the tranquility he had fought so hard to achieve, now finally nuzzled within his arms. his treasure.

“slept well, hm?” he pressed a chaste kiss on your forehead, ignoring your muffled protests of your forehead being ‘sweaty’ and all the shite he couldn’t care any less about.

“i did…” you huffed reluctantly, feeling the familiar fuzzy feeling storming within your stomach at the sight of him, his cheeks visibly flushed from sleep, hair disheveled. you wondered how he’d respond from being called adorable, maybe you’ll have to try some other day.

“you were snoring all night.” your words caused him to lazily grin and lean in as close as your bodies allowed, burying his face into your neck, your warmth wrapping around him like a blanket. a home that he finally had.

“can’t help it. you make me sleep like a baby, love.”

[suugarbabe]

Hello!! I was wondering if I could request a Theo Nott x reader fic, where Theo invites the reader to his quidditch game. Slytherin wins, and to celebrate, Theo invites the reader to fly with him, but she's is kinda afraid of heights. Eventually he convinces her to take a ride with him and it's really fluffy and sweet!

Happy Holidays! <3

sorry i'm such a shite shite person as this request is from like december but I hope it does justice for you because i think it's actually really cute this is also not edited so pls ignore any mistakes <3

Pansy smacked your hand away from your mouth, “If you keep gnawing on your nails there’s going to be nothing left.” You shot her a dirty look playfully, “Well if those fucking weasel twins weren’t so freakishly gangly and smacking bloody bludgers at Teddy every two seconds maybe I could relax!” Pansy gave you a knowing look, “Is it really that? Or is it the fact that we’re winning and you promised Theo you’d finally allow him to fly you around the pitch.” The smile you tried to fake could easily be described as a grimace. It was widely known in your friend group that you did not fly. You hated flying. You were perfectly fine with your feet planted firmly on the ground. You did the required first year class and after that you were done. 

However the budding more than friendship that started happening between you and Theo led to each of you pushing yourselves to try new things. Theo allowed you to teach him how to bake (the muggle way) and in exchange you promised him you would allow him to take you flying strictly if Slytherin won their game against Gryffindor. You had honestly believed your house would lose, not because you didn’t believe in your team, but because historically this year the prideful group had been demolishing your sneaky snakes. 

Your bet seemed to be all the motivation Theo needed to play twice as good as he normally did, as he had your house up by about 150 pts. Pansy’s grip on your thigh tightened as you both watched Draco nose dive towards the bottom of the pitch. “He sees it. Oh fucking Salazar’s sake, he sees it. If he gets ahold of this snitch before golden four-eyes scar boy I am going to reward him graciously tonight.” You faked a gag, “Pansy, please. Spare me the detai-” your retort was cut off by a squealing screech as Pansy and the rest of your house’s section erupted into roars of cheers. Zips and flashes of green seemed to fly by you and around the pitch as silver and emerald fireworks erupted, signaling the official victory of Slytherin house. 

As you were watching the whirling wizards around you, one with dark golden curls and deep ocean eyes stopped abruptly in front of you. With a knee weakening grin he hovered just before your view. “Hello, Teddy,” you watched with a smile as he hopped off his broom to stand on the bleachers beside you, “Ciao, dolcezza.” You stood before him, trying to control the goofy grin plastered on your face as he seemed to be looking you over. “You here to cash in on the bet, Teddy?” Theo’s grin grew three fold, “Only if you’re willing, princepesa.” You nodded, going to grab his broom before he quickly pulled it away, “Woah, now. There’s a few rules of the air you have to follow. If you can’t, I simply will not allow you to fly.” 

You rolled your eyes with a cheeky grin, “You know I did take the same flying class as you first year, Mister Nott.” Theo shook his head, “Times have changed, amore...now listen up.” Theo rested both hands over the tail end of his broom, resting his chin on top of that. You loved how tall he was, how broad he was. It made you feel like he could protect you from anything and everything. “Rule number one, hands on the broomstick at all times.” You looked at him curiously, “I thought I was riding with you? Wouldn’t I just be holding on to you?” Theo shook his head, biting his bottom lip briefly in mischief, “No, amore, you’ll be in front of me. This is a lesson after all. Not a joy ride. If you want one of those it’ll have to be later.” Theo was able to get out a quick wink before you shoved his shoulder playfully, “Don’t be dirty, Teddy!” 

Theo couldn’t hide his smile as he held out his broom, “C’mon. Hop on, cutie.” You snatched his broom from his hands, only furthering the growth of his smirk as you swung your leg over to mount it. You could have never prepared for the heat you felt rise in your cheeks as Theo mounted the broom behind you, arms and shoulders easily engulfing yours as he held onto the broom himself. “Now just push off with a little jump,” Theo’s lips ghosted the shell of your ear as he whispered instructions to you. “Yes, yes, I remember…” you tried to sound intimidating but you feared he could sense your hesitance as you gave a meek hop off the ground. Theo thankfully jumped with you, launching the two of you off of the bleachers and into the sky around you. 

Your grip on his broomstick was knuckle white as you squeezed your eyes shut. “Uh-uh, princepesa, eyes open. Steer the way.” Your eyes shot open, noticing Theo had taken you both significantly higher in a matter of forty-seconds. “Oh fucking Salazar, how did we get so high?” Theo’s breath on your neck was the only warmth of air around you right now, “Lean forward a little bi-” You cut him in a panic, “FORWARD? Are you trying to kill me, Theo? Look I’m sorry for throwing flower at you, truly.” Theo only laughed again, “Lean forward and we’ll start to go lower, amore.”  Pink tinted your cheeks and you were thankful that he couldn’t see them. You followed his instructions, leaning forward carefully. The broom did exactly as Theo said it would, slowly taking you both lower and lower. As you came closer to the ground you realised you never asked Theo how to actually land after flying. But you didn’t get much time to panic as Theo’s feet hit the ground first, one arm wrapping around your waist as you tried to not trip over your feet. Once you found stable ground, Theo quickly let go. “Erm, we should go, erm, meet the others for dinner.” You nodded in agreement, the two of you walking in a comfortable silence back inside the castle, Theo playfully bumping into your side. The eyes of all your friends found the two of you as you entered the great hall together, neither you nor Theo noticing as you sat down next to each other. Blaise raised an eyebrow, using his fork to gesture at the two of you, “Where’ve you two been, huh?” You opened your mouth to respond, but Pansy quickly jumped in before you, “She was riding Nott’s broomstick.”

[sgiandubh]

The Couple Next Door - a very, very short overview and my 50 cents, in the process

With as little spoilers as possible. My first plan was to make a post per episode, but I quickly realized that would be useless (so much talking, already, plus a very plethoric press ) and risky (the more you write about it, the less able you are to avoid spoiling it and no, that is not this page's editorial line). You will have to do with this short review, instead.

This is the story of a botched swinger coupling experiment, somewhere in the middle of a non-descript, Truman Show-esque Midlands suburbia. Where nothing is what it seems to be and curtains always flutter for a reason. Adjacent storylines complement this sexy & risqué core, which I personally found more interesting than S puffing and panting on top of Tomlinson. Corruption, life crisis situations, lost late pregnancies, a hidden child, bigot parents looking not unlike Grant Wood's American Gothic odd couple (especially the mother, enough spoiling it), voyeurism and privacy violations - this is a LOT to take in. With a bit more tact when it comes to script writing (sometimes things are really in your face and almost didactic: never a good thing), it could have been BAFTA material. It is not, and no, Disgruntled Tumblrettes - not because of S, but because of numerous plot holes, useless plot devices that could have been gags but totally miss the mark (walking little old lady, anyone?) and an overall superficial approach. It's like trying to cram half a dressing into a carry on: burst at the seams it will or you will end up with odd bits and pieces that do not necessarily make sense.

So if you set your bar very high or are poised to watch it in contempt, this is not going to be fun at all. If you have no expectations and also no idea about the rest of the cast, you will find it interesting and enjoyable. I personally think Enoch is a perfect cast, as is the very intelligent Jessica de Gouw: she knows how it's done and she knows where and especially when to stop. Tomlinson, eh - not so much. I have zero idea about how she fared in Poldark, but here I found her inattentive, formulaic and totally cliché. She has some good intuitions, but she fails to deliver, especially at the end. So, that's a 4/10 for me.

Now for S, as I am sure you are all interested to know. After all, this is why I even bothered watching and getting a paid VPN for it. I will say only this: there is a before Episode 3 and an after Episode 3, by far superior. You'll get my point when you watch it. It's not OL, but thank Heavens, it's not Where the Starlight Ends, either. With all the indulgence in the world, I'd say 8,5/10 - not his fault, the script was brutal to Danny ('Take a good look' is a major, MAJOR eyeroll and it did make me spit my Coke). Also, that intergalactic arse makes it on screen for about 5 minutes, which is nothing- so long for Mordor's honest reviews. Last but not least: he tried, bless his heart, to help Eleanor, but to no avail. Sorry.

The most interesting secondary storyline is Alan's, by far. The press shite - meh, that was there just to give Enoch's character a job, I suppose. And the child - it left me completely hungry and there was definitely room for more.

Rewatch? Christ, no.

Overall? a solid 7/10.

Recommend? not to my mum, but to my best -offline shipper- friend, for sure. She'll watch for S and we'll cackle over the phone.

Potential springboard? I hope so, but he still needs a real, well written role. This is decently good, but still not good enough to showcase what I know he is perfectly able to deliver.

Home eye candy takeaway? Oh, come on, the one involving this item:

I mean, what is more sexy than a bear of a man carrying a washing machine like I would carry my purse?

[pedropascalsx]

3000 FOLLOWER CELEBRATION POST!

- The fanfiction edition.

Hi friends! I don’t know how it happened but I hit 3000 followers recently and I feel unbelievably lucky! I joined this site just over a year ago and I have met many wonderful people and gained multiple friendships from doing so.

And I wanted to celebrate YOU guys and show some appreciation for the fanfics that have taken up space in my heart.

I will be posting a few different celebration posts, one for fanfics, one for people I follow and one more for the GIFs and fics that i’ve created and that i’m proud of.

The list is below in no particular order! They just happen to be posted in a way that my brain let me remember them. I limited the list to ONE fic per writer as I wanted to showcase as many people as I could; so please check out their entire master lists!

1. Weeknights by @frannyzooey - Frankie Morales x F! Reader.

2. Notes on Tutoring by @honestly-shite - Dave York x F! Reader.

3. Lay It On Me by @lavendertales - Javier Peña x F! DEA Reader.

4. The Crush by @the-ginger-hedge-witch Javier Peña x OFC Isabel!

5. Consent by @fuckyeahdindjarin - Dieter Bravo x F! Reader.

6. Celestial Navigation by @write-and-buried - Dieter Bravo x F! Reader.

7. Run to You by @foli-vora - Marcus Pike x F! Reader.

8. Silent Affection by @kteague - Frankie Morales x F! Reader.

9. Psychomanteum by @whatsnewalycat - Dieter Bravo x OFC Louella!

10. Another Way by @theewokingdead - Din Djarin x F! Reader.

11. Stitches by @djarinsbeskar - Din Djarin x F! Reader.

12. Stranger At My Gate by @leslie-lyman - Pero Tovar x Modern! OFC.

13. Sunshine on a Cloudy Day by @pedrito-friskito - Frankie Morales x F! Reader.

14. Intimidation Tactics by @whataperfectwasteoftime - Marcus Pike x Dave York x F! Reader.

15. Peñas Anatomy by @guess-my-next-obsession - Javier Peña x OFC/Reader Lucky.

16. Cognitive Dissonance by @prolix-yuy - Agent Whiskey x F! Reader Sugar.

17. Fix You by @astoryisaloveaffair - Frankie Morales x F! Nanny Reader.

18. My Best Friends Dad by @whiskeynwriting - Dave York x F! Reader.

19. Sinners by @brandyllyn - Pero Tovar x F! Reader.

20. Façade by @furious-rogue-stuff - Dave York x F! Reader.

21. Lie to Me by @iamskyereads - Javier Peña x F! Reader.

22. Ego & Black Powder by @psychedelic-ink - Pero Tovar x F!Prison Guard.

23. Saturdays with Javier by @wildemaven - Javier Peña x F! Reader.

24. Black Sheeps by @charnelhouse - Dave York x F! Reader.

25. Like a River by @radiowallet - Macus Moreno x F! Reader x Frankie Morales.

I also wanted to share TEN of my all time favourite stories by @absurdthirst because it’s literally impossible to pick just one.

1. Stormy Secrets - Dave York x F! Reader.

2. Starvation - Ezra x F! Reader.

3. Xingjião - Pero Tovar x F! Reader.

4. Married to the Mafia - Dave York x F! Reader.

5. Under His Skin - Dave York x F! Reader.

6. Late for Valentines - Dave York x F! Reader.

7. The Donor - Marcus Pike x F! Reader x Dave York.

8. Protective Big Brother - Frankie Morales x F!Davis Reader.

9. Murphy's Sister - Javier Peña x F!Murphy Reader.

10. Daddy Dieter - Dieter Bravo x F! Reader.

PLEASE NOTE - I AM DOING A FOLLOW RECS LIST NEXT!

If I follow you and you didn't make it onto this list - you will be on the next one! Also I will be doing a mini post for published and soon to be published books!

I'm sorry if anyone is missing, it's always a pain trying to remember everyone but this is a list of the fics that mean a lot to me and that i love so so so much!

[silveredsound]

How you go from harry styles to hockey I will never understand.

I was going to make a little joke, as I do, (would have been v hilarious, best joke ever pls know this) and leave it at that. But like, it's been raining for over 24 hours, it's 2am and it might be good for me to reflect a little.. So sorry anon I am going emote all over your ask (which (the ask) sounds a bit judgey tbh but the written word is NOT a great conveyor of tone so that might be on me.)

On one hand it's just fandom. And, I think it's been pretty clear that as much as I love Henry Stars, I'm not like, a 'Harry is the be all and end all of all music creation and creativity and actions.' I like him for the good and the bad, and I don't leave critical thinking at the door. (Not saying I'm the only person to do this, just that it's hard sometimes in fan spaces and Stans definitely do..)

Which, can make it hard to participate in fandom as a lot of people are not great at irony, or accepting that someone else can say, god damn that is a terrible song - and that it's okay for that to happen. It doesn't mean that the person who expressed the neg opinion is not still a fan of the artist they were speaking about. Same with if the artist you are a fan of does something that gives you the ick.

I def learnt this when Harry went to Google Camp the first time. Like obviously I've been around 1d fandom in some way since 2012 ish I think it was - and it was my own reaction to Harry going to Camp Douchebags the first time that made me go, oh jeez Silv, you are a bit too involved in the parasocial relationship here. Like I was genuinely upset that he'd done something I thought was so dumb and wanky.

Anyway, clearly I still loved - love - him and I celebrated him and spent a fuckload of money on him and engaged in fandom and etc etc. But I just did at that point I think turn a little from heading in a very blinkers on version of fandom to one that's def more me - where you just get to have fun, make fun be creative, make friends! and have a bit of a perv depending on the silk cream vanilla ice cream outfit Harry might be wearing in Nashville.

I like RPF. I mean I like all transformative works and fandom extending and enhancing source material via creation, but I don't have an issue with RPF. I believe in 4th wall. And I clearly have written 1d fic. A lot of my good fandom mates, and real life best friend(s) are people I have met through sharing a love of writing in fandom spaces. Obviously all the best writers in 1d went to Hockey. And I stayed here. And I tried. I wanted to be where my friends where. I had fomo and I was lonely! My fandom had changed in a few ways all around the same time.

But Hockey is very confusing, (for starters as I often say to Angela or Joanna, snow is fake) and nothing clicked for me - it seemed large and I had no idea where to even start and I didn't really try.

But I think the change in some fandom fellow participants, and also anons being mean when they would get even a glimpse in their peripheral that I might have vaguely indicated that Henry did something that I thought was dumb or embarrassing, or just not that good, (it's no fun sharing a thought and feeling chatty about it, and wanting to engage with other people's thoughts if some random is going to anonymously tell you that you are a dumb c*nt and should delete etc etc so I stopped sharing any thoughts at all.) Of course Nick leaving breakfast and then R1 altogether - as well as obviously my whole life narrowing to a point that was just tend Mama- work - tend mama - work - tend mama - sleep - grow a tumour - tend mama left me not so much time for proper joyful engagement.

And then, in Jan/Feb this year, I think as I'd been looking at book reviews and as soon as you search for a book on tik tok they push book tok romance reviews into your feed and I think then that pushed an actual hockey clip (which is a really shite 4th wall issue as is the whole Kraken thing etc) and I can't even remember what it was but I know I then swiped through and watched other videos on the account and like 1d being adorable shites repeating stock answers and sitting on top of each other I was intrigued by what seemed to be very dumb and very entertaining.

But Silv, you cry, what about the emotions! You need emotions! Ah, yes, see, because I am nothing but devoted I had followed Angela and La's hockey blogs, and something La posted grabbed my attention and I followed a link and read an article and I was like. Oh, I want to read more about these kids. So I did. And after a little while I reached out to La and was like, um, I think I get it. And I posted something about the Fantilli Bros and then Max reached out and tbh I don't think anything says it better than my wide eyed enthusiasm reply. (You are probably by now thinking, Silv why is your answer to Max so short, why didn't I just get a paragraph? This is an endless essay with no conclusion or indeed a thesis statement, (that is if you have even made it down to here) & anon I can only apologise.)

I am really enjoying learning so many new things, being welcomed into a new space of connection and joy and silliness and emotional breakdowns. It's been so lovely to meet new people who are so excited to share their niche interest with you and no one minds how many questions I have and everyone searches out Primera and Important Past Instagram Posts from the archives - and of course reconnecting with people who I have always been friends with, fandom changes didn't change that, but it's delightful chatting much more often. The other day Angela and I watched an Avs game together via Tumblr chats, which was delightful, to learn about the team and to talk about random other things, and I've spent my last month of Saturdays watching umich with lovely people who La introduced me to, and having MANY EMOTIONS. (It's like hanging out all posting about a show's fits and one liners and if he's going to sing medicine but it's many pantomime gooseberrys. The performative homoeroticisim, wild hair, jokes, punching (only now during not pre show work outs ) and very goddamn impressive skill and physicality is actually pretty similar). Meghan and I have been able to chat through our very similar horrible experiences with cancer and mums with cancer and it's been so lovely and strengthening to be able to share that experience with a person who beyond gets it, and then also I've been able to announce to her that I want to write a fic about 5 ways Nolan saw god with the UMich Bible Study Group but didn't find faith. which is obviously a completely ridiculous concept but equally worthy of discussion. It's this that I love so much about fandom friendship - you share SO much because you are sharing something that gives you intimate joy, so the relationship always starts from a place of an automatic mutual understanding and empathy - and from there we make it our own.

But also, I really like the game. Like I love watching them play, all of them! It's fast (obviously - and oblig have to say - ice is slippery) and it's hard - and they make it look easy. When one of the special players (they are all special, but one of the ones who play almost with innate ability) makes a pass or a turn sometimes it's almost almost magic, like how the fuck did they see that gap between four players, and did you see how they kept the puck a moment longer so they could release it perfectly into the lane !! Hot.

The game can be all encompassing and it's SO SO SO silly. Like it's the dumbest sport. It's The Show. I'll put on ESPN and stream a match while I'm working during the day (the time difference is perfect for once) and I'm spending time cos I want to, learning the rules and the logistics and business side of it all. And of course, the differences between college hockey and the show. Idk. It just clicked on so many levels for me.

And so, I have no idea why it took me so long to transition from Henry to Hockey, but I am not surprised I did now that I have - it def wasn't something that I was bloody expecting. And Anon I will say this, the last few years of my life have been sad, hard, and tbh shitty. Now, I know what it's like to have fucked years, so I am not saying this to try to be and show off but 2024 feels a bit better. I feel clearer, I have started to lose some weight (15ish kg so far depending on the time of the month) and now I have a meeting w a PT on Tuesday as I actually don't care what I weigh but I want to get stronger and reduce my visceral fat as it will be better for hormones which is better for lessening my cancer reoccurrence %.

God knows it's (2024) not all roses, I literally had surgery again a fortnight ago and the cost of living in Sydney is giving me so much anxiety. I am still a terribly disorganised mess, my work is undergoing a complete restructure (thanks NSW gmnt) and my clean washing is NEVER folded and put away, it's always in the basket - but I feel so happy and entertained and creative - I am writing again! like it's joy. It's ye olde you are who you are at this moment but you are also the 4 year old you and the 15, 27, 34 year old you - girlhood (non gendered concept of not literal interpretation) and I love it. 💛🩵🌱

[writingsfromhome]

Could you imagine doing some one shots from the If You Love Me story ? Like moments from when they were 17 or something?

Adore this! Wrote 3 from when they were 17-18…thanks for the suggestion!

If you Love Something (One Shots)

#1

It was finally here, the first day of my final year of high school.

“Y/N!” Taylor screeches from downstairs. She was so annoying!

I grab the clip from my desk and put my hair up, second-guessing the shirt I wore but another complaint from Taylor downstairs and I rush down.

“Stop yelling like a freak, jeez.” I tell her when we walk out.

“Mum!” She stalks towards the idling car, we were getting a ride for our first day. I wish I just walked.

My friends wait for me where we always met, and I barely get a word in as everyone compliments outfits, compares classes, talks about who glowed-up over the summer.

“Hey!” A hand grabs my shoulder when I walk in.

“Harry!” He’d been waiting just inside the entrance. I glance back at my friends and they wave, letting me know it was okay to stay with him.

My stomach flips, I didn’t want to suddenly turn into the girl that ditched her friends for her boyfriend. I rarely did that with Oli.

Maybe because you didn’t really like him like that.

“You alright?” Harry pinches his brow. I’d just been staring at my friends walking away.

“Yes. Sorry.”

“Sorry did you wanna be with your friends?” His hand drops from my shoulder. I want to grab it, hold it like we’d been doing all summer. Just thinking of the summer makes my heart flutter. It had been a perfect summer.

“No! So? Are you ready for first day?”

“I am now,” he smiles at me. I was a puddle. I never dreamed that the bloke I had a crush on would be looking at me like this. And yet, I got this look any time I wanted.

He holds his hand out to me, it was a gesture. Inside the school halls, this would mark us as official to our class.

He notices my hesitation, and drops his hand. I look up at him and notice he’a trying to hide his disappointment.

“C’mon, before we’re late.” He says robotically.

Shite. I was overthinking this.

As we walk, I brush my hand against his. I glance at him but he stares straightforward. His throat bobs when I do it again.

Just do it, stop being a coward y/n!

I grasp his hand and he freezes for a second before intertwining our fingers. It feels like everyone stares when we do but I know I can barely make out a single face as the blood rushes to my face. This was it—Harry and I were school official.

He squeezes my hand and the buzz runs up my arm and straight to my heart. I squeeze back, wondering if it does the same to him.

#2

Y/N is waiting for me at car. It’s the first day of autumn and the air nips at our faces accordingly.

I savour in the few moments before y/n notices me; her hair is up in a high ponytail and unlike this morning, it’s gone wispy and it frames her face. I loved when it got like that, it reminded me of the first time I ever saw her.

It had been 3rd form, our first year in the new school. She was talking about the upcoming gcse with one of her mates. Her cheeks had been flushed, ponytail slipping down her hair, and talking a mile a minute. When she noticed me watching she had quieted down, turned so I couldn’t see her face.

Today, she brightens when she spots me; she never quieted around me anymore, she was louder than ever. It made me feel good, like I’d accomplished getting y/n out of her shell.

“Hiya,” her grin is infectious and I can’t help but return it. It was another of my favourite things about her. “You’re here early.”

“I ran here as soon as class was over!”

“Why?!” I always waited for her after class, especially if she lagged behind talking with her mates. She always waited when I spent extra time talking with mine too. It was something that was different to my last girlfriend—I’d always felt like I was wasting her time when I didn’t become available as soon as she was.

“I have something to show you!” I notice she’s clutching a piece of paper.

“What is it then!?”

I watch her flip the paper over, it takes me a second to understand. A maths test, graded in red. 84%.

“This is yours?” I take it from her and flip through.

“Yep! It’s mine! Written allllll on my own!”

“Y/N. You didn’t just pass—an 84%?”

“Right!” She does a little jump and shout that cracks me up. “Paid attention in class, studied for two days straight, and bob’s your uncle!”

“Bob’s your uncle!” I hold the paper up like a flag after a victory. She giggles and wraps her arms around my neck, squeezing me so hard I could barely breathe.

“You’re killing me here!” I choke.

“Sorry!” She releases me and I rub my throat.

“Baby!” She hits my chest. “I might actually be good at this?”

“Might actually?” I wave her paper. “That’s an 84%! i think you’re secretly a genius!”

She takes the paper back and flips through it, grinning at what she’s probably looked at a million times already.

“I’m proud of you,” I take her shoulders and shake her. “You worked so hard for this one!”

“I know, I even ignored you for two whole days. Hey…maybe that’s what’s stopping me from realizing I’m a mathematical genius!”

“If I remember correctly,” I lean against my car and watch her eyes twinkle. “I hooked you up with Khalil’s sister for tutoring.”

“Oi lovebirds,” someone says from the next car over, interrupting our celebration. “Move so she can get in?”

Y/N’s face drops at the sound of Mal’s voice. She was blocking his passenger door.

“A please wouldn’t kill you,” Y/N mutters. She flashes the girl a smile—someone I didn’t recognize. Probably because she was younger than us. The girl awkwardly smiles back.

“What’s that y/l/n?” Mal asks.

“Nothing.”

“Thought so.” He slides into his car.

Y/N yanks open his passenger door and bends down to be at the same level as him. She flips him off, “Fuck off Mal.”

“Sorry,” the girl whispers as she tried to get in.

“No get in. I opened the car door for you since chivalry is dead.”

“Just get in P!” Mal calls and the girl slides in, avoiding eye contact with everyone.

“You really let him get under your skin,” I comment when y/n slams the door and Mal starts complaining.

“He spread a rumour when we were 10,” y/n turns to me. “That I had lice and when that didn’t work, that I was emo because I had burned my arm with a hot oven rack.”

“What?” I had never heard this story.

“Y’know the oven grill, it burned my inner arm! The counsellor got involved and everything!”

Mal backs out of his spot and lays his hand on his horn before leaving. This time both Y/N and I flip him off.

“I’m driving you home and you’re telling me that story.” I tell her.

She walks around the car to the passenger’s side, already continuing the story. As she talks in the car, I’m struck again how different she is to the girl I used to know. I used to think she was shy but I was just uninformed and without the privilege of her comfort.

When I drop her to her house she’s just finishing up.

“And the worst part is two weeks later he tried kissing me at the school dance. I kicked him right between his chicken twig legs and he called me a bitch. But he never tried anything like that ever again.”

“It’s amazing that I just assumed your hatred for him all these years was just because he was a prick.”

“Well that too.” Y/N glances at her house for a second. “I don’t think anyone’s home. Did you want to…?”

I look up at her house too. The last time I was inside was for a dinner a few weeks ago. It was my first time meeting her parents and I’m pretty sure it went well. They didn’t tell y/n to stop dating me or anything at least. So I took that as a good sign.

“We can celebrate?” She holds the crumpled test up and her face is hesitant but hopeful.

“Alright. Let’s celebrate.” I park the car.

The best things we can find is half a Colin and some Irn-brus. We take it up to her bedroom and eat it on the bed while we talk about our day.

“You should frame this,” I tell her later. We’re just laying side by side in bed, listening to some music she picked out. “When you’re famous in the future you can point to it and say that’s when my life turned around.”

“Yeah maybe then I can start a podcast called turning you life around 84%.”

“I’d listen to it.”

“I’d have one listener then.”

“No you’d have me, your parents, Taylor-“

“Taylor would say she has to hear my voice enough as it is. I’d have to mention her just to bait her into listening.”

“At least you’ve got the strategy figured out.”

“True,” she laughs. Taylor was a force to be reckoned with. Where y/n was quiet and shy before you got to know her, you knew Taylor as soon as she walked into a room.

I prop myself on my elbow and look down at y/n. She gazes up at me with my favourite smile gracing her lips. I kiss them. She tastes like sugar and the watermelon flavoured chapstick she always applied. I can’t get enough.

“What was that?” She asks when I part.

“What?”

A corner of her mouth quirks up, “You’ve never kissed me like that before.”

“No?” I press a kiss to her jaw. “I haven’t?”

“You’re a good kisser,” she says as I press another to her neck. “But that was different.”

Maybe this was the first time we were actually making out on a bed, or maybe I finally didn’t feel like y/n was gonna run away if I got too intense. We both knew we felt intensely towards each other but we hadn’t even said I love you yet—I didn’t want to rush things physically in case she wanted to hear those words first.

I know I was only y/n’s second boyfriend, and I never wanted to push it too fast for her so I was never demanding and always let her set the pace. But it seemed like she liked whatever pace this was.

“I’m celebrating your score,” I climb over her and kiss her again. She grips my shirt tight. “I have 84 kisses to deliver, that was the 4th.”

She flushes and I second guess saying that until she pulls me back to her, “4 and counting.”

Our teeth clash in the next kiss, but we get it right in the next one. My lips capture hers and it’s rough and hard and real. I trail kisses down her jaw, down her throat, counting each one until my head is too clouded by the smooth feel of her skin, and the smell of her around me that I lose count.

She reaches for my shirt first, tugging at it and I slip it off, going right back to kissing her once I do.

When she pulls at hers I pause, making sure this was what she wanted. She just keeps pulling me back. She was beautiful and intoxicating and everything my dreams were made of.

When she whispers my name, with my face buried in her neck, her back arching into me, it’s hard to stay in control.

“Come back here,” she whispers. She guides me back up to her lips and it’s hard to remember what happens next. Her fingertips leave a burning sensation wherever she touches them until they’re buried in my hair, every noise she makes makes me feel like I would burst into oblivion, especially when she says my name.

“You have to stop that,” I say against her skin.

“Stop what?” She gasps as I grind into her.

“Saying my name like that,” I will myself to pause, or just to slow down. It’s like coming down from a high, I’m seeing stars and I have to focus on the flowers on her bedsheet just to see straight.

“Why? What happened?” She’s breathing heavy as I lift myself a few inches off of her.

“You’re driving me crazy,” I say. I push her hair back from her face, by now it was completely out of the elastic and plastered over her face.

She looks a bit embarrassed and I try to explain it wasn’t a bad thing. “I just don’t want to take things too far. Plus your parents might come home and-“

“They’re both working late today,” she says automatically. “It’s Thursday. And Taylor’s at a friend’s. They’re picking her up on the way home so that won’t be for hours.”

“Y/N,” I didn’t realize she’d thought it all through. “I don’t want to rush into anything with you-“

“We’ve been dating for like, 3 months Harry that’s not rushing!”

“No I know I-“ I roll off of her, and she pulls her sheets higher. I lay my hand on her neck, hoping she would just look at me. “I know but we don’t have to go all the way today.”

“Why not?” She looks at me now, her eyes watery but still defiant.

“I-I don’t know! It’s your first time right? Don’t you want to-“

“It’s-“ she shifts backwards to my hand falls from her face. It sits lamely between us. When she asks her question her voice wavers. “It’s not yours?”

I thought she knew. But as a flush spreads up to her face and her eyes water again. I realize I’ve never said it explicitly.

“Was it Ally?” She asks again before I have a chance to answer.

Shite. I somehow feel like I’ve fucked this all up without even trying.

“It’s not my first time,” I say and it kills me a little when she looks dejected. She raises her eyebrow, waiting for me to answer her second question.

It hadn’t been Ally. Right before I started dating her I had met a girl over the summer. It was 2 weeks of flirting and hanging out that culminated in an awkward 4 minute session in which I had lied saying it wasn’t my first time and showed her just how big of a lie that was. I regretted it as it was happening, and I regret it especially now.

I could lie, say it was Ally, but I also know I couldn’t. Not with Y/N.

“No.” I simply say.

“Oh,” she sits up, tucking her knees up to her chest as her hair falling over her shoulder. She tucks it behind her ear, the way she always did when she was thinking hard or in this case, uncomfortable.

“I’m sorry-“

“Don’t be,” she gives a quick huff. “It’s your life, nothing to be sorry about. I just um…well it’s stupid that I assumed…”

“It’s not stupid. I never really said and-“

“Yeah but I should’ve asked.” She draws her arms under her legs and rests her head on her knees. “Sorry. I’m like, spazzing out about the fact that it isn’t your first time when you’ve literally never said…”

“Hey,” I shift closer to her. “It’s good we’re having this talk now. For what it’s worth I’m sorry. For leading you on about that. The only reason I know it’s your first is because you’d mentioned it as a joke before. Otherwise I would’ve thought with you and Oli…”

She shudders at the thought and it breaks the awkwardness a little. I laugh and she turns her head to eye me, but there’s a small smile on her face. It feels like a white flag. I don’t know if we were even fighting just now but my heart is racing and I realize I was scared she was going to ask me to leave.

Before I could second guess it, I kiss her bare shoulder. “Is that 84? I sort of lost track.”

She shakes her head and buries her head back in her lap. Shite. Maybe that was too soon to make up.

“I’m pretty sure,” she says into her lap. “We’ve gone way beyond 84.”

When she looks at me the line between her brows are gone. Instead her laugh lines are in full display.

“You’ll just have to make up for it.” I kiss her shoulder again. “Keep those maths scores to keep up.”

“You just did that so I can’t blame you for getting bad grades.”

“Maybe,” I capture her lips in mine again. She kisses me back. It’s unhurried, like we had time and weren’t afraid to waste it.

I slowly guide her back down. We don’t talk about how far we were going to take it, but it’s agreed without saying that today wouldn’t be the day to go all the way.

We just take our time getting to know each other more, getting to hold each other more, until her phone pings and she informs me her parents were picking up Taylor.

We get dressed and I manage to make it home before her parents are anywhere in sight.

The whole way home, and for days after, all I can think about is Y/N and when I can steal another moment again. I’ve never felt like this for anyone before, I’d never been so consumed—physicaly, mentally, and emotionally by another person before.

That’s when I know for certainty that I loved her. I loved Y/N and I had to tell her.

#3

My foot taps away on the floor as I shove another chip in my mouth. For the last week I’d wanted the most insanely greasy foods, mum kept trying to stuff me with whole foods whatever that meant. The likelihood of keeping this baby was pretty slim so I don’t know why she kept feeding me like I was trying to stay healthy.

When I told Harry all I could think of were chips we’d set off after school to a local shop. I’m finally tucked in a corner with a steaming box of chips, ketchup, and something they called a house sauce.

“They only have this,” Harry puts an apple juice in front of me. He opted for a fizzy drink but they made me unbearably bloated these days.

“Whatever,” I reach for it. “Thanks Har, this has never tasted so good.”

“Anything,” he reaches for my hand. “Tell me whenever and I’ll get anything for you.”

I tilt my head at him, he really had stayed true to his word. He never made me doubt he was behind me in any decision I had made. We were really in this together.

“I think I’m showing a little,” I tell him.

“Really?” He glances down but I’m covered by the table.

“It’s not like, obvious. But if someone knew, it would be.”

My stomach that was usually pudgy had taken on a more rounder shape. That was it. But I had been clocking and cataloguing every change to my body ever since I found out. I’d become almost obsessive doing it.

He eyes where my stomach would be, a faraway look passing over his face.

“Anyway I heard from Tam and Andie that everyone’s trying to think of a senior prank? It sounds like a movie, but I’d be in. How about you?” I try to change the subject.

Truth to be told it killed me when Harry had that face. I know he was imagining the baby as ours, as something real and loved. I couldn’t afford to think like that, I couldn’t afford to get attached. It was already attached and growing inside of me.

“Huh? Oh I think I heard Khalil saying something about it. Do they know what they’re doing?”

“Nope,” I had no idea who they were either but I continue. “We still have months to go so I think they’re still planning it.”

Harry plucks a chip and chews it slowly, his eyes are roaming over my face. I clear my throat, what was he thinking?

“So,” I tuck my hair behind my ear. “If you’re free next Sunday I have another appointment. Cuz I’ve been so nauseous. Mum’s taking me but if you’re free we can just go together?”

“Yeah. Of course I’ll come. What’s making you so nauseous?”

I break down what smells were currently putting me off in the mornings. How I had to avoid Taylor’s questioning, but that she was so out of the loop she thought I had a stomach bug.

“Mum and dad keep hovering over me. It gets so suffocating sometimes.”

“They’re just worrying. My mum keeps asking how you’re doing too. Especially every time a new uni letter comes in.”

There’s a brief pause. Our friends had started accepting offers. Harry and I had got a few letters but I hadn’t decided yet. Harry was most likely staying in the city. I didn’t know what to do. We still had a lot to talk about.

He suddenly gets up and walks to my side, sitting down beside me. Just like always, being tucked into him just made me feel more relaxed. I feel the tension from our previous conversation melt ever so slightly.

“They’ll probably miss you when you leave,” he continues. I look into his emerald eyes and hold them. Unspoken words pass between us but neither of us jump to bring them to light.

I bite into the chip in my hand that had grown cold. Suddenly my appetite disappears and I push the box away, a fluttering feeling beating at my chest.

“Hey y/n,” Harry’s hand comes down on my back.

“Sorry,” I try to take a deep breath.

“What’s wrong?” He leans down to peer into my face but I squeeze my eyes shut.

The weight of everything we still had to discuss, the fragility of the future, it threatens to suffocate me. This had started happening to me this month. Mum keeps saying Harry and I had to talk—the longer we went without discussing things, the harder it would be to pull myself out of these spells. I knew she was right but I wanted to avoid it just a little longer. Just to be as normal as we can for a little longer.

I find Harry’s other hand and hold it. He does what he always does, turning our hands so he can slot his fingers between mine. I focus on the movement, wait for the squeeze. I breathe better as I squeeze back.

“Alright?” Harry asks again.

“Yeah,” I finally look at him, the concerned etched around his eyes. I kiss his cheek. “I think I’m done with the chips.”

“Let’s get you home.” He rubs my back and stands, helping me up with him.

He’s attentive and supportive. He always had been but ever since the news he’d been gentle and even more thoughtful. I imagine him acting the same way if we did have the baby. He’d be such a good dad.

It makes me wonder how exactly he came into my life because I knew boys from school and nobody was like Harry. It felt like I’d caught a shooting star, both the wish and the star itself.

He helps me into my coat, I notice his eyes flicker to my belly.

As we walk home, hand-in-hand, we talk about random things. He kisses me goodbye on my front step and I catch his wrist before he goes. I position him in front of me, his back to the street, and unzip my coat.

He wants to say something but no words come out when he opens his mouth.

“It’s just rounder,” I fill the silence in. “You can feel the shape.”

His hand is big as it splays across my shirt. He inhales sharply and his eyes meet mine. It kills me like it always does, the way he looks right now. I put my hand on top of his and suddenly he starts to laugh.

“What?” Was he crazy? “Why are you laughin!?”

“This,” he puts his other hand over my belly and drags it down to outline the shape. “It’s all so mad isn’t it? It doesn’t feel real sometimes.”

“It doesn’t,” I try to laugh but it comes out like a wheeze. “It is mad.”

“We should talk,” he says. His face growing more serious. “Soon.”

“Yeah,” I whisper.

He wraps his arm around me and I slip mine under his backpack and his coat.

“I love you to the stars and back y/n,” he says. My heart flips as it always does hearing him say the words he’s said over a dozen times now. “We’re gonna figure this out.”

“Maybe Easter break,” I want to say but the door opens behind us.

“You two are gross,” Taylor says from behind.

“You’re gross,” I’m annoyed to remove myself from Harry because Taylor decided to ruin a good moment like always. “Why are you bothering us?”

“Taylor you want in on the hug?” Harry keeps his hands out behind me and I bite back my smile just to watch Taylor squirm uncomfortably. I was always glad Harry was on my side.

“Ew,” she eyes him.

“Don’t be shy,” Harry swoops past me and nearly pulls her in but she turns quickly and he catches her from behind instead. That’s when I laugh—when I see my sister being pulled into the air by my boyfriend.

“Taylor is love deprived,” I say with a laugh.

“Dad! Harry’s harassing me!” Taylor shouts as dad comes down the stairs. He pauses on the last step and takes in the scene.

“She interrupted our goodbye obviously she wanted a hug, dad.” I explain.

He simply sighs and resumes his walk to the kitchen. Harry puts her down and she tears away. I turn back to Harry and we burst out laughing.

“Thanks,” I tiptoe to kiss him. He cups the back of my head and kisses me back with a fierce intensity. He strokes my cheek. Our forehead touching as we drink the other in.

“I don’t ever want to lose you,” he suddenly whispers. Tears prick my eyes, the sentiment echoing back inside of me.

“We won’t,” I hold his face in my hands. “We see each other remember? You won’t ever lose me.”

I watch him walk away, a heavy melancholic feeling crushing me. I hadn’t lied to him, but I think by the time we graduate we were going to lose something. It scared me not knowing what.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

[multipleheartbreakhotels]

I Sing You Joke

The Joking Starts When I Listen To The Music

February 25th 2006

Laughter. It's such a powerful thing especially when you make people laugh more particularly when you make your favourite band laugh. The first time I listened to them, was in 2004 on the radio covering some songs, I fell in love with them in an instant, the bass, the electric guitars, the drums, and the voice, especially the voice. Later in 2005, I heard them again, but this time with their songs. When I searched my local record shop, I had to dig very deeply since they were local artists. Once I found their single titled “I Bet You Look Good on the Dance Floor” I bought them immediately with a CD player. The moment I reached home, I listened to it non-stop, but there were unfortunately only 3 songs, until 2006. The beginning of the year with a new album by my favourite band is an excellent start the year, and to my delight, it was much longer than the other album of course, they also shared the same song which was one of my favourites at that moment, I brought the record home and listened to it religiously to the point where my roommate got sick quite literally when she got a fever I had to take care of her, so instead of listening to "Dancing Shoes" or "A Certain Romance" we listened to something my mother used to put when I and my brothers were sick, Mozart. I could only go to college while she was sick, I could not go to work or the pub, the millisecond she got well, I, well, we went to the pub. This was a very special night because not only was it for being back but also it was my 3-year anniversary for working in that pub, the time of my show starts at 11:05 it was 10:45 so shite luckily my roommate was also coming to my show, but she is equally late because we are both getting ready late

"MARYA WHERE IS MY BLUE DRESS?" Emilia yelled from her room

"IT'S IN MY ROOM ON THE BED" I yelled

back preparing my bag and ready to go, she came to my room

"Ok, but why is it here?" Emilia asked me

"Em?" I asked glaring at her, 

"Sorry," She replied,

she got dressed and we both ran to the pub, Lucky for us it was near and it was easy to run there for me since I was wearing Converse but Emilia was wearing high heels to feel fancy, how could you feel fancy in a local pub? I thought. I opened the door to the bar

"What the hell Marya it's already 11:10" the bartender Victor yelled

but before he could say another word I got to the stage removed my jacket and threw it not caring where

"Hello ladies and gentlemen apologies for my lateness, my best friend's lazy arse was weighing me down," I said into the microphone.

Laughs were coming from people who sounded like music to me, and after their laughs, they started to clap as a greeting for me

"Thank you Thank you" I said to the audience 

"So what shall I tell you today? Mhm Oh, tonight is a very special night, today is my anniversary and no it's not my romantic anniversary unless you think me being yelled at every time I come here late is romantic or sexual " I said

"Ooo Marya your so late it's already time to finish" I mimicked Victor and people started to laugh harder,

"Oi your such dirty-minded people ai......but anyways tonight is when I started to work in this bar the day I started to remove your innocents" I joked.

"It marks 3 years, imagine I was working here for one year, and I was still shocked that Victor has not killed me yet I am pretty sure the reason he is always behind that bar is that he is preparing to murder me, planning the day, and sharpening his knife, so if today is the last you will see of me let my last words be 'Thank you for letting all my friends plan a murder on me and not succeeding, and letting some random french bartender kill me instead' I see women are laughing more, I guess after seeing this you will know what tea to final spill to your ex-college-best friend-roommate" I said

taking the microphone from its holster and continuing speaking for 20 more minutes until I noticed a group of people standing next to the bar, there was a boy my age his back towards me with a leather jacket I wanted to get a better look at him when he finally turned to me, I stopped talking only for a second but it felt like hours, 10 minutes after I was done speaking

“Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, and all the undecided I hope you pissed your pants and you will see me tomorrow night, I basically live her bye bye” I announced

and left the stage, took my thrown coat and bag, and placed them on a stool next to the bar. As Emilia was flirting with any living male soul, I sat at the bar talking to Victor, more precisely, the wall and drinking a bloody Mary,; it was my favourite drink.

"Excuse me, Sir?" One of the boys that I saw earlier from the stage,

"Could I get a-?" He said

not sure what drink to order, his friend that was sitting on the bar stool, the same boy with the leather jacket whispered something to his friend's ear

"A bloody mary, please? For the lady" He finally finished his sentence.

"I should be getting you drinks instead," I said with a smile,

"I get free drinks here so what would you like?" I added,

"How about their most expensive pint?" He asked with a heavy Northerner accent.

"Victor, the most expensive beer you have for this gentleman, please," I asked,

"You have 18 pounds, Marya?" He said,

"No, but I work here, so I give you customers, and you give me free alcohol" I marked.

"I give you money, not alcohol,"

"I give you customers, which means that come with free alcohol and money" I added.

"Fine, you work tomorrow also no holiday" He debated,

"Deal" I smiled,

and he placed the beer to the guy.

"Matt," He said

as he held out his hand,

"Marya, you don't need to know that though I already said my name on stage and it's on the board" I joked,

"And these your fellow shadows?" I asked,

the reason I called them shadows was because they were behind him and I could hardly see them from the light and choice of clothing.

"That's Jamie" He pointed to the blond guy dancing,

"I'm Nick," The brunette with green eyes said.

"Matt, I found a couple of lads come on" He said excitedly

"Will you excuse me?" He said as he finished his entire pint,

"You are excused," I said

and did a fancy bow, they laughed slightly and left, and then the guy next to me, who I assume was also Matt's friend showed me his hand in a gesture to shake it,

"Im Alex," He said in a hoarse or puberty voice with an equally heavy Northerner accent as the rest of his friends.

I shook his hand "Marya" I smiled,

his voice reminded me of something or more precisely someone, I could not put my finger on it though. We talked for hours about our favourite musicians bands, and books it was my favourite subject, and even baking. The night ended with them taking me back to my apartment, while Emilia went out with some lad from the pub.

"You don't have to it's unnecessary" I assured them after they asked if they could take me home,

they didn't exactly ask though they just said they would take me home,

"We are already walking out, and besides you live near us, it's okay" Alex reassured me with a smile,

it was a drunk smile, Matt was also happy to take me home slightly more drunk than Alex, while Jamie and Nick were flat-out drunk, we were all basically knackered.

"Wait, didn't you come to the bar with someone?" Matt asked slurring his words,

"She went with some random bloke, and they are gonna shag," I said,

"How are you sure they are gonna shag, detective?" Nick asked with a funny questioning look on his face,

"Well, her telling me Im gonna shag him tonight in a drunk whisper gave it away" I giggled.

When we reached my building

“I think that’s meh building,” I said slurring my words,

"Yup, it is" I added,

"Wait, wait, wait" Alex said quickly,

"Could you gimmie your number?" He asked while he was searching his phone in his pockets,

"Why not, if I can remember" I giggled,

while the rest laughed, he handed me his phone, and I gave his phone back after I typed my number.

"What does Bella, mean in Italian?" He asked,

"I am too drunk to know, but Bonita I am a pretty drunk bitch, well Bonita is only the pretty part" I giggled,

and he typed something in his phone.

"Well, we shall see each other in the next drunk street," I said in a fancy voice

"We shall" Alex answered in a tone equal to mine,

and he and his mates left. I got up to my apartment as best as possible trying to not let my neighbours think I was an alcoholic it was already bad that they called me a stripper just because I worked in a pub and I was a dance teacher, the moment I opened my apartment door and went to my room I fell asleep, knowing and not knowing how bad and good tomorrow will be.

Tags 💌: @ohladymoon @martinipoliz @i-m-a-leaf-on-the-wind @alexturntable @alexturne @drinkingbitterboy @arcticshadowturtles @cluedoenthusiast @dropofdrool @alovesreading @mywritingonlyfans @jetskisonyourmoat @bellaturner @almluv

[v1x3n]

Omg, firstly im so sorry abt your friend i feel that and you deserve way better 😭 But secondly LORD i get that 😭 Like babes last week they were literally slagging you off so much I almost thought this was a bloody brothel, but no, it’s fine, im sure youll be absolute besties w them 😇

Again, im so sorry that happened, and the second she steps foot in england ill scrap her for u. On sight 😚

am in England, give u the location 😙❤

fr like if i hate someone, ill talk shite to them , not behind their back and go be friends w them. 💀

also tysm sweetie 🫶 wish you the best of days

[just-a-girl-with-a-pistol]

OK SOOOOOOOOO pm might've dun fucked

Please remember that:

THIS SITUATION IS STILL IN DEVELOPMENT, YOU WILL HEAR MISSINFORMATION ABOUT IT, EVEN THE VERY BASIS OF IT CAN BE COUNTED AS SUCH.

Note: I WILL be editing this post as the situation progresses so you can stay updated, feel free to pop in every now and then.

Have the offical statements from pm:

no english translation was provided yet HOWEVER pm provided a statement:

Source: (x)

I have OPINIONS but im not going to voice them here, its not the post. I can say though, they are very negative.

Essencially what you need to know:

Pm fired a CG artist because of their political views relating to a retweet which happened around 5 years ago (the artist is relativley young while being an adult, they looked into the artists past which... taking teenagers actions into account while judging an adult should only happen when the teen commited terrible crimes) due to them getting a lot of hate from the korean side of the community which apparently spiraled from them getting a wetsuit ish and not a bikini ish among other things like update direction. And yes, it started on an incel forum, at least screenshots say so.

The political views are centered around feminism which is viewed negativley in south korea due to their extreme views and actions. If you want to see their state or mind when it comes to feminism, check the tumblr post made by: @fatestayyuri on this situation.

All 3 games are being currently review bombed by angry korean fanbase and by the angry western fanbase

Evidence of death threats given to PM are given out in a comment made by @worthy-opponents as well as the stance of the attacking group.

(I apologise about putting it in the wrong section yet again, this situation is going off like hell and I can barely keep up weeding out actual useful information out of the useless shite, will take the blame tho, ain’t trying to wipe the blame or anything, again sorry if I insulted you in any way that wasn’t my intent)

Note and edit: the original target of the cyberbully attack was the artist who was actively responsible for drawing the ish wetsuit artwork, however upon discovering the artist is male, the attack switched to Vellmori due to her deleted feminism driven retweets. The lack of sexualisation of wetsuit ish is seen as radical feminism by the group who decided to start such an attack. Which is why they decided to target Vellmori. Note. These retweets were deleted around 3 years ago and recovered using the wayback machine.

Another note: there is no winner in this situation, the group did threaten project moon with physical violence if they did not remove Vellmori. PM already had to deal with death threats from the Asian fanbase before when LoRs ending happened if you remember that situation. They didn’t want to risk actual physical harm to their employees. I am only stating the information as I find it not trying to influence your view on the situation. I just want you to make a rational decision.

Yet another note: The biggest PM server on discord went into lockdown due to spreading misinformation.

Important:

There is an actual hate campaign against Japanese artists who support PM:

There might be a possibility this will keep on spreading into other Asian countries. If you have any friends from such, inform them.

Image of the protestors right in front of the PM office:

Source: (x)

Currently theres a fundraiser for a truck with a screen that will display a protest messege regarding the termination of Vellmori, it's a form of peaceful protest in south korea. Source: (x)

project moon fired Vellmori through a phonecall (illegal) as well as did so on the spot without giving her the necessary notice. Source: (x)

Worker unions got into this situation, as well as limbus ended up in newspapers. Source: (x)

Statement from the Digital Content Creation Working Association:

Source: (x)

A fundraiser which will potentially go towards Vellmori (x)

Turns out Jihoon is a very strict and emotional CEO, source and more on here (x)

(x)

Theres currently a bunch of hashtags made on twitter to bring the opinion of the fanbase to PMs attention. These tags are (but not limited to): #PM_FaceTheTruth, #PM_unfairdismissal. Previous hashtags included: #Projectmoon_unfairdismissal_Protests, #Truck_Protest_Against_Unfair_Dismissal_of_ProjectMoon. There were many more, an account that started these hashtags as well as the organiser of the truck protest: (x)

Potential missinformation:

death threats right in front of the pm office from the angry fans

concerned fans visiting the office to ask for the wellbeing

Complete misinformation:

Vellmori being a terf. It’s a misinformation campaign targeted specifically to the English part of the fanbase because of the feminist retweet’s.

Mili and Studio EIM cut contact with PM

Thank you to: @ahmedmootaz for the information in the screenshots!

Link to the official status here: https://twitter.com/LimbusCompany_B/status/1683854709046808576

IF ANY OF YOU HAVE ANY INFORMATION, EITHER POST IT WITH A WARNING ABOUT POSSIBLE MISSINFORMATION OR COMMENT!

[total-feminism-takes]

Lesbian Courtney anon here!

Courntey and Duncan are so much more than toxic exes... they are human to me.

They are both sides of the same coin that am aware of is my own soul.

Basically, this ship not all that to you but to me, Courtney is just like me in the need of PERFECT!

I crashed and failed for many years to finally get I was drowning and dying to be loved and comfort by the wrong person and my family doesn't see me as human but legacy to continue.

I love them a lot.

Courtney needs help with therapy like Duncan.

Basically they made me realize my childhood up bringing and more is not my fault but it is my fault for hitting. sprialing, and losing my sense of my reality because of no one offered to help me or realizing I was getting abused at home by own flesh and blood.

The abuse can become abusers sadly.

We don't need you to deem us as crazy abusive exes, sometimes we need to be left alone to grow and health, more help understanding what we were taught was wrong.

I was a bad person I blew up things like Duncan with fire and hit others in the name of justice I said to myself like Courtney but end of the day.

I will not be seen as not a martyr. But death and the villain of itself in most people's stories!

But I will still be branded off as abusive and awful even if I was trying to defend myself or walk away from the fight.

It's hard out here especially when we love and adopt TD characters to represent ourselves out here.

I am growing slowly but surely, I used to hate the world and everything due to the unfairness of the world and hatred brought on by others to my feet.

I couldn't just turn the other cheek when someone hits you first or threatens you at time you fight back then regret.

I want many to know sometimes we are seen as monsters and have no redemption, yet you are you are own writer and person!

Sometimes we got look in mirror and go I know I am bad, toxic, and piece shite but guess what sunshine! We are still alive and live for ourselves! We can thrive for ourselves and do better from now on!

I used to be hateful bible thumping Christian because I was raised that way, every hit was because I love you, your fault is being a women, but guess what?!

I like girls and love boys!

I love girls so much my friends think I wanted to date them since high school, but I was just trying to be affectionate and their own personal cheerleaders when needed!

It is not sin to love, or be women. It is not wrong to like to like characters like Courtney or Duncan!

I am tired of it!

Let people enjoy things! That's personal opinion! Why am going tell you what's wrong with you and what's right if I am no saint myself!

Courtney my beloved and Duncan my dove, I love you even if you just a silly parody/satire teenagers of reality tv series!

I hate that made you so awful in the end of time they could punch up with the jokes and the satire but no they doom us all with brain rot of blah blah Courtney is abusive only.

You saw how they treated Leshawna as well yet many of you racially profile her still. You bestialize and fetishize my girl and carry her with shame of no growth and tie her to white man- sorry Harold, who is basically a parody of napoleon dynamite kip and lafawnduh!!!

You cowards, shame on you only smut and fetishize for my girl Leshawna yet put Courtney to the slaughter brand her a demon and abuser without remorse.

Yet you do not humanize the women in TD fandom but brand them as awful people or make them inhuman sex dolls for you pleasure without remorse but hey hehe TD fandom so silly and accepting to all.

I want smut readers and writers to understand that you can have your own piece of cake too but goddamn! LET THEM BE MORE HUMAN AND REALSTIC IN SOME WAYS!

BODY HAIR

PERIODS

BODY ISSUES

FORBBIEN ROMANCE DUE TO NOT RACE THINGS BUT SOMETHING ELSE!

I am not good person I know but I have my own brain to tell me that. I love Courtney, she did a lot for me because she wasn't perfect. I don't love because oh she must hate Gwen. No. I like Gwen but I hate that you guys think she's saint (I feel like you- most think pale skin tone people or cartoons do no wrong ever) Gwen is complex like everyone in TD. You guys just sleep on Gwen to make her your weird plaything to have someone to ship with but no growth or her own standing in some cases.

Oh to the point when I say Courtney can do nothing wrong and is saint I snort (I say that a lot my readers might think I don't see her as a bad guy ever which tbh not true) I snort because that's wrong! She's so bad and needs be better for herself not to be "FIX"

Love you guys...

XoXo

From someone who is Duncan Stan of heart and Courtney Stan in her DNA and loves Dunceny ship.

Mostly I relate to Duncan more in chaos and Courtney in cry and tantrums because I get too overwhelmed to speak with my brain goes time to scream and rage now! As a teenager I was more of mini-Duncan with a mess of Courtney Action you saw!

Yes, I am getting help now, I am being diagnosed with stuff (OH ACT SHOCK!!) and I will take therapy and pills as needed.

The point is we can spare a bit humanity along the way, F U you to your abusive partners, and I am not telling you stay with them or humanize them!

RUN AWAY AND STAY AWAY FROM THEM TOO!

From someone who barely escaped they're on and off again abusive relationship. I was the "Courtney" in the relationship but behind closed doors he was awful, I cried so much, and he told me to die often but the world only saw a teenager girl and young adult me acting like "COURTNEY" and didn't help me but blamed me for it.

Anyway, if you love Courtney or Duncan, it's not your fault others don't!

You don't need them? You don't need valid your love for anything or likes in this world!

Abuse is harsh and comes in many forms than one.

I am bad person I know- I used to be my first mantra since I was 16 years old now.

I go I was not a healed person back then just a child who didn't know better, my actions have consequences, I regret, I let go, and I relearn to grow, and I heal slowly but surely. I am not my father, I am not my abuser, I am not my abuse, it's okay to like this, it's okay they don't like this or me!

I am allowed to live and I am allowed to like this if makes me happy. Then I can block them or mute them if it really hurts me!

That's all.

I did my first session of therapy in long time and I saw post the Courtney pushed to only to the role of "crazy abusive ex" of Duncan's which is harsh especially I have to live through it still.

It's embarrassing at 24 years old people act like I chained up my ex-boyfriend to be with me and that I was the controlling abuser when they don't know the whole story or how much he threatened to off himself or me if I left him. Then he cheats on me through the whole relationship, and I have to stay in it because I loved him and feared him.

Duncan wasn't like my ex.

And Courtney wasn't like me.

But I love them because they are just silly characters and ship that I enjoy and work through my own bullshit. And say I did love a lot but no more to that, but I can love again in forms in these silly dumb cartoons and make them kiss sometimes as fanfic writer!

Anyway, love you all and sorry for ranting my nonsense again peace out girl scouts but mother nature needs to be saved with love and money these days-sadly no money, but I can clean up the beaches and feed the stray cats now!

Treat yourself with not needed valid your existence or but I love them to random haters or people that just don't give a F about anything but their own mind...

You can like things too without needing explanation, honey! You got this!

BLOCK THEM IF THEY DON'T LEAVE YOU ALONE!

- 🧡

[mylove4oldmen]

“𝙈𝘼𝙍𝙍𝙄𝙀𝘿 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃 𝘾𝙃𝙄𝙇𝘿𝙍𝙀𝙉”

fem reader x noel gallagher

•genre-fluff

•warnings- a few curse words

*requested by Lasheshavetobeblack on wattpad

summary: y/n is really annoyed at Noel's guitar playing and this is how married with children comes up

_________________________________________

THE CLOCK right beside y/n's bed marks 3:00 and she certainly should be asleep by now

why is she awake? you must be questioning yourself

Noel's guitar playing is a non stop situation in her house

he literally plays it in every opportunity possible but the only actual free time he has is at night and tonight couldn't be different

Y/n reaches for his shoulder and taps it gently as to not disturb her boyfriend too much

"Noel can you please stop playing? i need to sleep...some of us have to wake up early to work you know?" she whines fixing her hair with her left hand and getting closer to the boy who’s on the corner of the bed

"yea yea I'm almost finishing this song...lemme play it for you" looking straight to her eyes he starts strumming a nice rhythm:

*There's no need for you to say you're sorry

Goodbye, I'm going home

I don't care no more so don't you worry

Goodbye, I'm going home

I hate the way that even though you know you're wrong

You say you're right

I hate the books you read and all your friends

Your music's shite it keeps me up all night

There's no need for you to say you're sorry

Goodbye, I'm going home

I don't care no more so don't you worry

Goodbye, I'm going home

I hate the way that you are so sarcastic

And you're not very bright

You think that everything you've done's fantastic

Your music's shite it keeps me up all night*

"I know the chorus is a bit repetitive but I really can't come up with a different one" the man explains as his gaze shifts to his calloused fingers

"I can see that I am the inspiration for this song...and you're right you're music is shite" her joke lights up the mood and both of them laugh while a comfortable silence with no guitar playing becomes present

"my music is not shite c'mon"Noel answers and this time he is the one slagging your shoulder "you like Radiohead for fuck sake"

"there's nothing wrong with Radiohead"she answers with anger filling her voice "sometimes is nice to listen to sad songs...AND SONGS WITH MEANING"

"Don't go around dissing my music"he snaps "they do have meaning...but who needs to discover it is the listener,not me"

"I got you,mister rock n roll star" y/n says making a quotation marks movement with her hand

"I'm glad you know what I am" he states really proud of himself "now let's go to bed sleepy head,you're almost sleeping while I'm talking to you"

"I am exhausted don't blame me" tiredness fills the girls voice as she pulls the blanket over her delicate body "now come here,you're the big spoon today"

she pats the bed place right on her side the boy immediately puts his guitar away and lays down embracing her

"what are you going to call the song?" she asks closing her eyes

"married with children"he answers as if it was nothing

"why's that?" she asks happily

"we are going to be married with children one day...and you will thank me for writing these songs and annoying you cause they will be the reason you won't work" now he is the one closing his eyes

"oh yeah I won't be working in the future?"

he nods "good good,I deserve it after listening to this really bad songs"

"don't even start y/n"

"I won't...now let's sleep" her body is fully relaxed but interrupting the silence she confesses once again "I love you babe"

"I love you too" and she knows he means it