#start date forthcoming lmao

[tangledinink]

guess who just received. a. job offfeerrrrrrrr.

[angelicsoka]

BLIND DATE, j. drysdale

part two <3

word count | 758 words

pairings | jamie drysdale x single mother!hughes!reader

summary | you were never one for dating, especially when trevor is the one setting them up. but one date can’t hurt, right?

warnings | talk of pregnancy and terrible ex boyfriends. not proofread. one use of “y/n”. lowercase intended. this is a work of fiction, i am by no means saying this is how they act in real life.

a/n | thank you for 200 followers! i can't believe people actually enjoy my writing but here we are lmao. i’ve had this idea sitting in my drafts for a while but i finally decided to sit down and write it. its pretty short but i’m not against writing a part two :) anyway, enjoy!!

dating was never really your thing, at least not since your last boyfriend left you pregnant and alone in a city you were unfamiliar with. your ex had convinced you to move from michigan to california, something your family tried to warn you against, but you were stubborn. finding out you were pregnant was an accident, a routine checkup. what was supposed to be a wonderful thing turned terrible quick. your ex was angry, he wanted nothing to do with a kid. he gave you an ultimatum: get an abortion or we are over. but, as stated before, you were stubborn and had already to start to fall in love with the idea of being a mom. so, he left and you chose to stay in anaheim, a difficult decision but your ego was already hurt and proving your parents right was not what you wanted to do.

so, here you were, the mother of a two year old little girl who was your whole world. she was your moon and stars, the light of your life. it was you and her against the world, and you were content with that. that was until trevor zegras decided to intervene. “one date.” he begged, “he's a good guy, you’ll like him!” you had simply rolled your eyes, but after he offered to babysit for you whenever you wanted, you faltered, agreeing to the date. 

now, you were sat in a fancy restaurant awaiting the arrival of trevor’s friend. she felt out of place, her dress not nearly as elegant as the women that surrounded her. she checked her phone once more, ready to leave when a man in a suit rushed over, a hurried look on his face. “sorry, i’m sorry! trevor wouldn't stop yapping.” you stood up, smoothing out your dress before offering him your hand to shake. 

“it's all good, you must be jamie?” he nodded, shaking your hand. his smile made your heart flutter slightly, bringing a smile to grace your own lips. “y/n, it's a pleasure.” the anxious pit in your stomach began to settle as you sat, feeling comfortable in the presence of jamie. 

“trevor didn’t tell me much about you.” jamie smiled sheepishly.

“guess we’re in the same boat then.” you smiled, taking a sip from your water. “tell me, jamie, how is it that a handsome guy like you is resorting to blind dates to find a girl?” you questioned, a teasing look in your eye. jamie blushed, ducking his head slightly.

“well, hockey takes up most of my time and trevor takes up the rest of it.” you laughed at that, “it's like wrangling around a small child.”

“oh, i know that feeling all to well. my daughter is great at matching his energy.” jamie did well in hiding his shock, masking it with confusion, but you had learned to pick up on the small cues. “he didn’t tell you?” 

“no, uh, he wasn’t very forthcoming with information.” you nodded, unlocking your phone and pulling up a picture of your daughter. 

“this is my daughter, isla. she has enough energy to outdo trevor, but she’s my world and i wouldn’t change a thing about her.” jamie smiled at the photo of isla who was wearing an elsa dress, her mouth covered in chocolate. 

“she is very cute.” jamie looked to you, “just like her mom.” you blushed, laughing slightly. “how old is she?”

“just turned two, here’s her with my brothers at her frozen themed party.” you swiped to the photo of isla opening her presents with the help of your brothers. 

“is that jack wearing a… tiara?” jamie questioned, pointing to jack who had a crown, which was too small, on his head. 

you giggled, swiping to another photo, “yeah well, quinn and luke were wearing tutus but they attacked me when i tried to take a picture, but isla has them wrapped around her finger.” you showed jamie the photo of your daughter in her elsa dress, quinn and luke wearing matching tutus. “they don’t know i have this photo.” jamie laughed, a sound you were already growing to love. you closed your phone, setting it beside you. 

“anyway, tell me about you.” and he did, and you listened intently, never once losing interest. what you thought would be a boring date, had turned into one of the best dates you had ever been on. you exchanged numbers before you went your separate ways, another date already in the works. 

who knew trevor would make a decent matchmaker?

[onboardsorasora]

one of my melatonin ideas lol I hope its good lmao my asks have been so full of pregnant Daniel recently that this was clearly the next step on forward.

Dewis Hidden Pregnancy 1400wrds part 2

cw: omegaverse, mpreg, so if you're not into that sorry.

Lewis walked into the paddock in Albert Park. Past the Melbourne walk and through the wall of photographers waiting for his entrance. The alpha took a left by the FIA building and stopped up short at the crowd in front of him.

There were drivers and media handlers surrounding someone and he could smell the excitement of the group. He slowed down, trying to see what was causing the large crowd when he heard a sound he hadn't heard in person in a while. Daniel's laugh.

Daniel was back?

Lewis thought back to the last time he'd seen the omega, back in Silverstone last year. They'd gone on a date after the race. It had been a lovely time, Lewis had thought. Daniel had done the test for Red Bull the following week and then he’d gone back to Australia after and kinda stayed off the grid. 

Lewis hadn't heard from him at all, he'd hoped to invite Daniel out on another date and maybe another after that. Hoped to eventually be able to call the omega his. But Daniel hadn't returned any of his calls or texts until Lewis just stopped.

He'd asked around if anyone had heard from him but people weren't very forthcoming. Lewis had been hurt, but he'd let it go as best he could. He hadn't expected Daniel to ghost him, but there was nothing he could do about it except accept that it was a problem with Daniel and not with him.

The crowd dispersed a little and Lewis was able to see just what drew everyone together. Daniel looked good, he wore a creme sweater and his usual skinny jeans. His hair had grown out a little, looking more like his Renault days than anything. 

Daniel bent over a bassinet and Lewis watched with wide eyes as he lifted out a small baby, bouncing the bundle and making shushing noises. Daniel looked over at Lewis and froze, the alpha felt sick at the fear that enveloped his normally sweet scent. His eyes were wide.

Lewis prided himself in being quick on the uptake, but he honestly felt like his thoughts were swimming through sludge right now. A pudgy brown hand with a tiny golden bracelet patted Daniel's lips, gripping at his nose. 

Daniel had a baby. 

Daniel had a baby with darker skin.

Lewis always figured he was good at math and equations. He knew that Silverstone was roughly nine months ago give or take a week or two. 

Daniel had a baby.

“Hi.” Daniel placed the small bundle back in the bassinet, making more shushing noises when the baby started to fuss again. “Uhm, we should talk I guess?” Daniel's voice was soft, timid. Lewis had never heard it that way before.

Lewis took a deep breath. There was a benefit to being stunned silent, he had additional time to collect himself and assess the situation. They were still very much in public, he couldn't afford any amount of reaction right now. 

The alpha nodded, “ok.”

Daniel led them into a small office with curtains on the windows and locked the door behind them. Lewis stared at the covered bassinet, he couldn't see the baby inside but he could hear and smell them. Daniel started wringing his hands together, the odor of his nerves was pungent in the room.

“I'm sorry.” Daniel whispered.

“You were pregnant?” Lewis looked between the bassinet and Daniel's nervous face again. The omega nodded jerkily and Lewis felt his chest seize. “It's mine?”

Daniel uncovered the basket with shaky hands and lifted his little girl out of the soft interior. Her little beanie fell off leaving her soft curls to spring free. Her caramel colored skin was darker than Daniel's but lighter than his own– a perfect blend of both of them.

“I have a daughter?” Lewis' voice cracked and Daniel looked painfully contrite. “Why?” 

Lewis locked eyes with Daniel's wet ones.

“I was scared. You– I–we'd only been on one date and I didn't know how…serious you wanted to be. I was afraid that you'd react badly– I hadn't known what I wanted to do if I wanted to keep it so I went home to try and figure it out. Then I got offered the Alpha Tauri drive and–and I would have had to- to get rid of her and I hadn't wanted to.”

“You didn't tell me?” Lewis accused.

“You didn't sign up for this, I didn't wanna like burden you.”

“That wasn't your decision?!” Lewis raised his voice before biting back his reaction. He had a daughter. He was a father. He didn't even know Daniel was pregnant. “So you were just going to hide her from me forever?” 

Lewis looked at him betrayed when Daniel stayed silent for longer than a moment. “You were!”

“... Not forever.” Daniel whispered, clutching the baby close.

“Why..?” Lewis felt like the bottom of his stomach dropped out. The room stunk of upset alpha. 

“Please don't take her from me…” Daniel pleaded and Lewis' eyes widened as if the omega had hit him. 

He left the room quickly, shutting the door behind him firmly while walking down the corridor to get some air. He had a daughter. He had a daughter and he didn't know. All this time Daniel had been pregnant and hadn't told him. Daniel was afraid of him.

Lewis' chest hurt. He never thought Daniel could think that of him. He'd never claim to understand the mind of a pregnant or nesting omega but he and Daniel had known each other for long enough that the alpha was sure Daniel knew his character.

Or at least he thought he did.

He paced the empty space for a while, taking deep breaths and trying to get control of himself again. He looked back down the empty corridor before taking another deep breath, in for seven out for ten. 

He had a daughter. He had a daughter that he hadn't known about. Daniel had been pregnant and had been alone. Lewis was going to meet his daughter and he needed to fix things with his omega. 

Because Daniel was his omega, that had always been the plan. Underneath everything, the hurt and upset and general shock, he knew it to still be true. He wanted Daniel and he wanted his family. They would figure this out.

He walked back to the room and paused at the door, listening to the sounds inside. Their daughter was crying and Daniel was attempting to quiet her, Daniel’s voice was raspy too as if he’d been crying.

Lewis pushed open the door.

“I’m sorry baby, I’m so sorry. I messed up but I’ll figure it out with your Daddy, I’ll make it right. I’m so sorry my love.” Daniel was stooped on the floor in the further corner of the room, rocking their small bundle to his chest.  He fingered a chubby cheek, trying to smooth out the sharp shape of her frown. “My bad decisions won’t ruin your life, I promise baby girl.”

“Is that why you came? To tell me?” Lewis asked quietly. Daniel’s eyes snapped up to look at him, he stood quickly and flashed away his tears with his palm.

“You deserved to know. To like be in her life if you wanted…” His voice cracked but he powered through.

“What if I want to be in your life too?” Lewis asked softly and Daniel sniffled.

“You’d– you’d want that? After what I did?”

Lewis took a moment to answer, to think about how to explain it. “Yes.” He settled on. “I don’t trust you, and I’m very hurt and I feel betrayed…. But I want to work past that.”

Daniel’s scent soured, no doubt hating himself for what he’s done. But he nodded and stepped forward slowly, meeting Lewis in the middle of the room. He offered the now quiet baby to the alpha who looked down at her bright dark brown eyes with his own wide ones.

“Her name’s Ava. She’s two months old.”

Lewis smiled when Ava smiled up at him, reaching a chubby hand towards his face. “Hi Ava, it’s lovely to meet you.” 

To Daniel he said, “we’ll figure this out. No more secrets.”

Daniel nodded, “no more secrets.” 

“Good.” Lewis grabbed his hand.

[scary-grace]

hey hey hey.... thranduil started listening to rirosseths voice BEFORE he even set foot on that town right???? right?????? please tell me it was before.... the little comment in the end of the chapter about the vines and the house and the Evil are making me paranoid ngl lmao

btw the new chapter broke me good idk idk its fuck aaaaaaaaaa

This time I'm able to give you good news! Thranduil has been hearing her voice since before he moved to Eryn Lasgalen -- probably sometime around when he was released from the hospital in Baltimore.

I think I underestimated the impact of the cliffhanger (such as it is) at the end of the most recent chapter. But I can confirm that a new chapter will likely be forthcoming before the end of the month! There's a certain chapter that needs to be posted on a certain date, and I'm going to bed the rules to make it happen.

Thank you for the ask!

[thetantiger]

Pride Doodles 2024!

Most of these are based off of real things I saw when me and my husband went to a pride faire this year, with my own goofy OCs as inserts. I'm going to talk about that a little bit and what it meant for me under the cut, but if you're just here for the art, all you need to know is: shoutout to that samoyed with the rainbow-dyed tail I saw.

So in order to really put into perspective as to why this pride event in particular was so meaningful to me (though, if you, reading this, are queer yourself, I'm sure the feeling isn't unfamiliar to you), let me give you a little bit of backstory. I live in rural Indiana, which is a statement in of itself. Last year I was unable to attend any pride events because me and my husband were getting married in June and, as you can imagine, being a bride the month leading up to such an event is an extremely busy time, lmao. If we could have fit it into the schedule I'm certain we would have, but it was just not possible at the time. Usually, I attend some sort of pride event every year.

Additionally, my husband's family is.. not the most supportive. I am bisexual and genderfluid, as well as demisexual (though this is not public knowledge in my real life, I'm not exactly closeted about it, I just don't bring it up a lot) and questioning polyamorous (which me and my husband are closeted about). Many members of his family regularly and casually use homophobic slurs (as well as racial ones) but his grandmother in particular is the main issue. When I first started dating my now-husband I was very forthcoming with the fact that I am genderfluid and this resulted in her somehow managing to find a way to steer the conversation into political debates surrounding trans people (trans people in sports, HRT, etc) every single time me and her interacted without fail. She has since at least slowed down about this, but highlights of conversations I've had with her since include: A, her questioning whether or not I'm actually bisexual because I've never been physically intimate with a woman (apparently being in a six month long committed relationship with somebody who thought they were a woman at the time [they're out as a trans man now] is not "bisexual enough"), B, her consistently pressuring me to dress more "feminine" because "your husband will like it better," and most recently C, where she made an entire event at dinner in a public restaurant while we were discussing planning to go to this pride faire, arguing that there should be a "straight pride parade" (and my father-in-law, bless his heart, proposed that it was as stupid as saying there should be a white history month, to which my grandmother-in-law vehemently claimed that there should be because "straight white people have been oppressed too"). I physically had to get up and leave the restaurant.

Anyway this is all to say that I was feeling particularly insecure about myself leading up to this event. It was repeatedly hammered into me that who I am was not worthy of acceptance or validation or love and even though I pride myself on being an extremely honest person about who I am and what I believe in, I felt myself repressing those things about myself. My husband has supported me through all of this (and sincerely, to that post about "please don't bring your straight cis male partners to pride," suck my fucking dick) and I cannot thank him enough for his unconditional reassurance that he loves who I am. As a matter of fact his parents were supposed to accompany us to the event but they flaked out on us, and he expressed great disappointment because he knew I was struggling with myself and that his grandmother was being bigoted and hateful and he wanted his parents to express their support by tagging along.

And then we got there.

I saw people flying their flags as capes upon their backs. I saw supportive ally parents walking alongside their kids. I saw service dogs with pride-themed vests. I saw lesbians with hand-knitted crop tops in orange and white and pink and I saw polyamorous couples enjoying each other's presence and I saw a trans woman in bright red mesh clothing and red leather heeled boots. I saw vendors selling vibrators and leather bondage harnesses with gay furry art decaled on the side of the tent and original graphic tees with giant cocks on them and yet no scarcity of asexual flags anywhere. I was offered free healthcare (though unfortunately we had crossed state lines to attend this event so I couldn't take advantage of it) and STI/STD tests and I stopped somebody to compliment their extremely well-made (and cool-looking) fursuit head and somebody else stopped me to compliment my shirt. I saw a guy just strutting down the street with his abs out, I saw amputees, I saw black women with fishnet stockings and pride-themed makeup and at least three pairs of men I'm nearly certain were partners and I felt at home. I was stopped by an older woman, who offered me a "glitter blessing." I asked what that was and she half-explained it to me and I offered her my hand. She put glitter on my hand, and told me I was loved, that I was accepted, that there will always be a place for me, and to never lose my sparkle and I cried right there in the street.

To see so many people come together, to love each other (platonically or otherwise!) unconditionally and to support one another, to craft a safe space for each other and to see people like me, unapologetic and unfiltered.. it meant the world to me. It meant everything to me.

My online friends are extremely supportive of me and my 60+ characters that are almost all unanimously queer. I've expressed insecurity about making so many of them queer, convinced it was redundant or tiring or "shoving it down their throat" and was only met with "okay and? make that bitch gay anyway." I can't thank them enough either, but sometimes you'll always run into that person that will never accept who you are no matter how "palatable" you attempt to make yourself. No matter how many shavings of yourself you lose trying desperately to smooth out the edges to please other people. No matter how much you try to conform.

So.. I've been reminded of something: to be myself. No matter how much I have to kick and claw and bite and gnash, nothing is more important than being myself. Nothing is more important than never losing myself for the illusion of acceptance from people who will never be convinced anyway.

Nothing is more important than never losing my sparkle, one could say. But perhaps that's a little cheesy.

And to anybody that can't publicly celebrate, to people that have to stay closeted for any reason, whether you're in a country that'll kill you for it or a household that'll leave you homeless for it or maybe you're just simply not ready yet, as I've said before; know that you being alive as a queer person is a radical protest in of itself to those who would have it otherwise.

I love you so much. Happy pride <3

[raleighjenkins]

I saw [RALEIGH JENKINS] at a coffee shop in [QUEENS] today. I forgot how much [HE] looks like [JONATHAN MAJORS]. They are a [THIRTY] year old [MUSICIAN] who’s been in NYC for [THIRTY YEARS] now. Every time we run into each other, they are always [RESPECTFUL & FEARLESS] but I’ve heard people say they can also be [ALOOF & MYSTERIOUS]. [ANOTHER ONE BITES THE DUST BY QUEEN] reminds me of them every time it comes on the radio.

trigger warning: death

full name: raleigh jenkins known as: r, lee, raleigh, jenks age: thirty years old birthday: 24th february 1991 zodiac sign: pisces sexuality: heterosexual gender: cis male occupation: musician

dig a little deeper…

hometown: new york city family: mother (deceased), father, three older sisters, aunt & uncle. height: 6′3 appearance: tall, athletic, muscular build, short black hair and brown eyes, a scar on his arm from playing football at school, tattoo on his left pec. personality: + respectful, fearless, loyal, passionate, intelligent - aloof, quiet, mysterious, impulsive, grumpy

his story…

trigger warning: death during pregnancy

new york city has been home for raleigh all his life. his start wasn’t an easy one. after giving birth to three healthy girls, his mother lost her life when giving birth to him. it was a complete shock and came out of nowhere to the family - there were no warning signs that her health could come in to any trouble. there were complications with the labour and raleigh was lucky to survive. 

raleigh’s dad stepped up, with three young daughters to take care of and a newborn baby, he had a lot on his plate. this was where help swooped in. his mother’s sister and her husband were quick to offer help. having no children of their own and knowing they could take some of the strain away from raleigh’s father, they did all they could. being raised by so many amazing people had its perks. despite the fact their childhood was missing their mother, the kids never went without anything.

having three older sisters, however, did not have it’s perks, and while raleigh was a little runt, they would pick on him mercilessly. sometimes things became very nasty and they’d blame him for the fact their mother was no longer there - empty words said by children who don’t understand the deeper meaning, but they hurt him all the same. things didn’t exactly improve into his teenage years, but it was then he learned to just ignore them. that made them angrier than anything else he could do. 

raleigh’s relationship with his dad went from strength to strength as he grew up. they have similar personalities and outlooks on life. music was never really a huge part of growing up for him, but raleigh found that he had a natural talent for it. he liked being good at things, so he picked up the guitar, piano and drums. music made sense to him in a way that other things didn’t, so it was only logical that he began to dedicate more and more time to it. 

by the age of twenty he was gigging, mainly playing covers of old songs he loved in clubs where people his dad’s age would hang out. not exactly cool, but it made him some money. the more he played, the more he was noticed, and he was asked by one bar owner if he wrote any of his own stuff. he’d tried this and that in the past, but hadn’t ever thought seriously about any of it. maybe it was worth a try?

ten years later and he’s performing in bars with a slightly cooler clientele. writing his own stuff was a good idea - people didn’t want to hear the same tired covers over and over again. he’s starting to find his own voice, although he couldn’t tell you what it is yet. the one person he can always count on to be at every gig is his dad. his number one fan through and through, and it means the world to raleigh that he’s always shown up, although he has trouble vocalising such deep emotions. 

wanted connections…

friends - raleigh is definitely the strong, silent type, so he doesn’t have a huge circle of friends. it’d be cool to plot out some childhood friends maybe? he’s lived in nyc all his life so that would be nice. also, anyone who’s pestered their way into his life because he’s a little quiet and grumpy. or maybe just someone who shares similar interests to him? he doesn’t shun friendship, he’s just not very forthcoming about it.

romantic - again, not that he shuns romantic connections, but he’s not very forthcoming about his feelings. v likely that he’ll act nonchalant about it rather than speaking his mind. and he probably is v nonchalant about it because he’s such a laid-back guy. sometimes it’s perceived as him not caring, which might not be that case, but this can obviously rub some people up the wrong way. he’s not very good at reading signals either lmao. you’ve rlly gotta be straight with him.

familial - i’d love to see any of his three sisters, or his dad, aunt or uncle! there’s friction with his siblings, but a lot of love for the rest of his family, so that’d be some interesting dynamics to play with.

other musicians - anyone who plays in the city or has a passion for music, this could definitely be a connection with him. he’s more of a soft, acoustic sort of guy, again v chilled and laid-back lmaooo.

also up for other connections like roommates, anyone who’s hired him to play for any kind of event, neighbours, casual acquaintances, whatever else you can think of! 

LIST OF UP TO DATE CONNECTIONS IS HERE

feel free to im or msg me if any of these connections sound interesting to you! 🤩

[blackberry-gingham]

wassup :) what abt a situation where john or paul is teaching you guitar or bass and you fall for them- like just the two of you alone in a room at a music store playing guitar- AGH... anyways, your writing is amazing love 🥰

DKDKSKSKSK you have chosen like the MASTERS of who would pull a move like that while giving the reader some "music lessons", honestly lmao.

Like literally both of them would do this irl, so I can't choose 😂 I guess I'll go with John for this one, so I hope that's alright! Also, I did a little interpretation of this ask. Welcome to the Beatles music store au! This can be read as either young or old John tbh, whichever you want, so I tagged for both.

Enjoy :)

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The shop bell chimes merrily as you enter the Beatles': Music and More music store. It's a nice little place, owned by four best mates who know their stuff. You've been going for a few months now for guitar lessons, and you must say, it's been worth every cent.

Your tutor is none other then John Lennon himself, one of the four owners. He can be a bit harsh at times, but you've come to learn that teasing is really just his idea of fun. Rarely does he ever mean anything by it.

Besides, all his pushing has improved your skills better then anyone else you've taken lessons from, so you decided to stick around.

And, if all that isn't enough... Well, you must admit, you find him rather handsome. Not to mention he's charming and sweet under his prickly layers, a form of himself that very few get to know.

"Well if it isn't my star pupil!", John stands up straight from where he was leaning on the counter and exchanges some hellos with you. When the pleasentries are over, he nods towards one of the practice rooms and becones you on, "Come 'ed"

He holds the door open and you take a seat before breaking out your trusty old Fender Strat. John chooses the same old Rickenbacker he usually does and has a seat across from you.

"Now where did we leave off...", He tunes up the instrument while you do the same.

"Practicing riffs, right?"

John thinks for a moment, then remembers and agrees. Before getting to the main lesson, you always do a little warm up first. At first it was just chord progressions, but now that you're getting more advanced, you play a whole song or two together.

Sometimes he even breaks out a new one, just to switch it up, "You know, I think today we'll do one of Paulie's songs... It's rubbish of course, but the guitar part is easy enough. This one's called 'I wanna hold your hand', goes like this"

Hm, he seems to have a thing for learning love songs, you think. He's introduced you to quite a few these past weeks after all...

Regardless, you pay close attention as he does a run through of the whole song, then replays the chorus for you.

"There, think you can do just that part?"

"Seems easy", you nod and take to your Fender. With a bit of guidance on the note pattern, you make it through in one go.

"Well done! Ready to try the whole thing?"

You nod confidently, it's one of his favorite traits of yours. You never do anything half assed, and you don't seem to have any fear of failure. He loves that.

John plays through once, slowly, as you follow along to get the chords. There's a few slip ups, but nothing major. You do one more play through and then time for the main lesson.

You've been doing well on your little riffs course so far, so today John throws a tough one at you.

He plays the section again. And again. And again... But you keep messing up on the one particular chord sequence. Once again, you hit a sour note and John heaves a sigh, "No no no, like this. Here let me show you"

John stands up and puts his Rick aside before dragging his stool behind yours. He slips his strong, rough fingers over top of yours, "Now start strumming"

Your heart leaps into your throat at the whole ordeal, but you obey. As the chords come, John guides your fingers by moving his, just as though he were playing himself.

"Here, here, then here... Like that, you see?"

"Uh... Yeah, yeah I think so", you swallow and give it a try on your own. You pass through the first few hurdles fine, but from all the pressure from John's proximity, you slip up once again.

You stop playing and look ever so slightly over your shoulder.

"What's the matter, you nearly had it. Try once more"

"Actually, do you think you guide me through it... Like you just did? I-I want to make sure I have it"

Never in a thousand years would you think to ask something like that. You're normally so used to doing things on your own and John so use to you doing as you're told, especially when he says 'try on your own', that you're afraid of his response.

But, whatever you were expecting, it wasn't this...

John clears his throat and wipes damp palms on the thighs of his slacks, " 'Course", he mutters, leaning back in.

His solid chest barely grazes your upper back, and yet you can still feel his heart hammering beneath all the muscle. John's hand feels warm as it cups over yours once again, his heart continuing to flutter as he leads you through the motions.

"There... Beautif- Uh, I mean, good", John clears his throat and scratches his scalp, but nothing can distract from the blush creeping up his cheeks.

"...Are you alright?", You venture, trying to be polite, but... Well, it's almost too much to hope... It's just, you've been thinking about him an awful lot lately. More then in just your guitar tutor setting, that is.

So to even have a slight chance that he might fancy you back...

"Fine. Just need a drink... Take five, will you", he gets up abruptly and struts out of the room.

And just like that, your heart drops like a stone to the pit of your stomach. You've embarrassed him, surely. Oh why did you have to say anything! Now you've ruined everything, you must have.

True to his word, John leaves you with about a solid five minutes or so to ruminate on the debacle you think you've made. Just as you begin considering where you should go to find a new tutor, John walks back in holding two styrofoam cups of water.

You're both silent as he takes a seat, then, "Here", he hands you a drink.

You accept it, but you simply can't stand the awkward tension, "Mr Lennon, I'm sorry, I-"

John interjects, "No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have walked out like that. And... also... I'm afraid I haven't been very forthcoming with you, and I can't keep it from you anymore. Er, I shouldn't, that is"

You give him a confused look, but remain silent as he takes a sip and licks his lips.

"I uh, this is very difficult for me to say, but uh... Well, over the past few weeks, I've been having some... Feelings for you... Now i'm sure you don't feel the same way, but I jus-"

Before he can go on, you hastily cut in to set him straight, "What? No no, I do!"

John snaps to attention, looking quite shocked indeed. You continue, a small smile gracing your lips. It feels good to get this off your chest, "I completely understand how you feel... I uh, I didn't want you to think I was strange or unprofessional... I was also scared you might not like me, but I understand, really! And, well, I... Have feelings for you too"

Now it's John's turn to smile, "Not like you? Who'd be daft enough to turn you away? All that talent and charm... Almost as good as me", he laughs, and you join him.

The tension has completely evaporated, and suddenly you feel as though you're hanging out with a friend instead of at music lessons, completely at ease.

John huffs one more chuckle at his joke, then looks shyly down to his hands. "Say... Would you like to, maybe...", He brushes his fingers over yours, touching ever so lightly, as though he might get burned, "Ahem, maybe... Get some real drinks? Down the street, perhaps?"

He looks up at you from under his brow, too nervous to sit up and face you in full, and he bites his lip as he waits.

Your heart absolutely melts. A second or so goes by as you rein in your emotions, and at long last you take a soft grip at his hand, "I'd love to!"

John peeks up immediately and rubs a few quick little circles on the back of your palm, although whether it's to offer thanks or to soothe himself, you don't know.

But when he holds your hand tightly, like a childhood sweetheart, as you both stand and walk out of the building...

When he chatters with you excitedly all the while you're on your little date, showing you a whole new, fun side to him that you're eager to get to know...

When he pays for your drinks, says to hell with it, and takes you to dinner too...

And when the night is upon you and he brings you back round to the store to grab your things, slips you his personal number, amd waits up with you to see you off in a taxi home...

All you can think of is, this wonderful man you feel you've just met for the first time. You can't wait to get to know him.

[koshercosplay]

hi, fellow jewish ace here! if you’re comfortable sharing, I’m curious how you recognized your own asexuality/adopted the label/etc. I think I knew I was ace before I started using the label, but i was hesitant to adopt it, partly because of my upbringing. it wasn’t a thing to talk about sex or sexuality with my family, and i think that is at least somewhat driven by religious principles. obviously you and i have different experiences, but I’m curious to see what we share or don’t.

Hey fellow Jewish ace!

This is a very recent realization for me. I fully thought I was straight until halfway through college! I first identified with the bi label, but eventually afterward I just went with “queer” for a long time, because nothing really felt right. It’s only within the last year or so that I started considering the ace label, and only within the last few months that I started tentatively using it. I knew about the ace label years before even thinking to apply it to myself, but once I did, SO much of my life suddenly made sense. 

When I was growing up, not only did I not really care about sex/boyfriends/whatever, it was a complete nonentity. I didn’t even think about it to think that I didn’t want it. It was just... not there. Whenever people brought up these subjects, I just got awkward and kind of just shrugged it away. 

I also grew up in an Orthodox Jewish environment so discussions about sex and sexuality weren’t exactly common or forthcoming here either, much like you mentioned, anon. And if we did talk about it, it was only to vaguely mention it in the context of Torah, like the classic phrase “having relations” lmao. But even in talks about shidduchim (the orthodox dating system) and marriage, I was just never interested, despite vaguely assuming it would happen eventually.

I didn’t think too deeply about the details of my sexuality until I got into a serious relationship. My gf deserves a massive shout-out for being an endless source of kindness, patience, and support while I figure myself out. 

I’m not sure why it still feels weird for me to use the ace label, because I’m already certain that my life experience makes the most sense with it. So I’m testing it out, and trying to actively talk about it more, so that I can keep hearing the word refer to myself and hopefully get used to it!

[stxphxn-strange]

i want to start posting from my ironstrange college au (remember the makeup fic i posted in like november? i’ll link it below but it’s from that verse) so! let me explain it:

reminder that this is an au and it’s my au, so i decide how this all goes!

Ships:

IronStrange (duh)

ThorBruce

Valcarol

Sambucky

Christine x Hope Van Dyne* (this gets complicated)

Eventual Pristine

Past Stony, Past Stucky

(Lowkey I’m also figuring out if Rhodey x T’challa could be a ship? they both seem too independent but i also might add it in)

Character Notes:

Tony deliberately never specifies if he prefers to go by Anthony or Tony. People call him both, or also his friends call him Ant. Stephen does not/has never called him Tony, he’s always known him as Anthony.

Happy just tends to go by H or Harry (anyone who calls him Harold receives a death glare, but as a joke Rhodey got him a T-shirt and the pattern is just name tags that say “hello my name is Harold.”)

Rhodey just goes by Rhodey bc Tony *insisted* that all their friends call him that and plus he doesn’t hate the nickname.

Natasha is part of this but she doesn’t go to school with the rest of the group. She’s Tony’s half sister and is the biological daughter of Maria Stark and her best friend. She lives in Italy with some of Tony’s extended family and her bio dad. Few people know of her existence, or they know her as Maria’s niece (for her own protection). It doesn’t rly matter that Howard has no idea who she rly is, he wasn’t with her the entire time Maria was pregnant w Natasha bc she was in Italy (and brought Tony with her)

Roommates:

- Tony and Rhodey are roommates, and they live two floors above the four suitemates. The four suitemates are: Christine and Pepper (who share a room) and Stephen and Wong (who share the other room) despite that, the six of them tend to move fluidly in between both spaces.

- Hela and Carol

- Val and Hope

- Thor and T’challa (Bruce spends a lot of time w them)

- Bruce, Sam, and Loki (as chaotic as it sounds btw)

- Bucky and Happy, who I’ve decided are very close. (btw nobody particularly enjoys the fact that Sam and Bucky live next door to each other, when they’re Busy their roommates can be found w Stephen and Co. or one of the other Odinson siblings).

Friend Groups (note: people overlap/belong to multiple groups, this is also not the full list bc that could go on for a long time):

- The Main Six: Tony, Rhodey, Stephen, Wong, Christine, and Pepper.

- Team Big Brain: Tony, Bruce, Stephen, Hope, Carol, Christine, and Bucky.

- Doctors: Stephen, Tony, Christine, and Bruce.

- Dumbass Protection Squad: Hela, T’Challa, Carol, Happy, Rhodey, and Pepper (usually).

- Psych Majors: Pepper, Wong, T’Challa and Loki.

- Stark Industries: Tony, Pepper, Rhodey, and Happy.

- People who Like Astrology: Loki, Bucky, Val, sometimes Christine.

Storylines (There’s no established time frame for this really, but it doesn’t follow mcu canon or any canon):

- Stephen and Tony are lifelong friends. They met on the first day of kindergarten and went to school together in NY (where both their families lived at the time) until middle school. For unspecified reasons, Stephen’s parents opted to move the Strange family to Nebraska before the start of 6th grade. Stephen and Tony were Devastated but were already inseparable at that point and stayed in touch. A business opportunity moved the Starks from NY to California. Stephen stayed in Nebraska for high school but Tony’s parents sent him to boarding school (read: Howard sent him away to avoid having to actually parent, and he thought he was lifting a burden from Maria. This was Not The Case, as she loved her son dearly and would call him everyday. Tony appreciated this more than he ever thought possible.)

- Howard and Stane viewed boarding school as a chance to groom Tony into something malleable and submissive enough to take orders from anyone. His obvious feelings for Stephen (with whom he was still incredibly close) were a Great Concern, so the executive decision was made to set Tony up with Steve Rogers, a blond athlete from his school. It was a way to keep Tony’s sexuality controlled, and Howard didn’t think Stephen was anywhere close to the level he wanted Tony to be (of course, Howard didn’t think his son lived up to his expectations anyway. It was more about control). On the surface, Steve was sweet and everything you could want in a partner, and he even charmed Maria into liking him. She genuinely believed he’d be a good match for her son, so it hurt when she found out what he was really like. Rhodey was Tony’s boarding school roommate for all four (4) years. They met and hit it off overnight, Rhodey instantly feeling brotherly love and the need to protect Tony (or “Tones” as he called him. Rhodey is usually the only one to call him that). Rhodey and Steve did Not see eye to eye on anything, least of all how Tony should be treated. Steve was terrible to him, and Rhodey’s heart broke when Tony admitted he was too scared to break up with him.

- Reenter Stephen. After a particularly bad day, Tony called Maria and Stephen sobbing, missing the two (2) people he talked to more than anyone except maybe Rhodey. It was then he confessed what kind of boyfriend Steve was, and Maria gasped before saying, “Dump him. Let me handle the rest.” That very day, Stephen left school early and traveled to see Tony. It was 2am when he finally arrived, throwing rocks at the window and then scaling the side of the building once he had Tony’s attention. Stephen and Rhodey met the next morning, when Rhodey came back from classes and found his roommate asleep him.

- “So you’re the one who climbed in through my window,” Rhodey said. “For a good reason, I assume.” Stephen confessed it was because he loved Tony and wanted to be there for him, didn’t want him to hurt. (It’s fair to say, though, that Stephen visited before/Tony went to visit him, and they’d spent secret time together over the summers). Tony, believing himself incapable of love, didn’t reject Stephen’s confession but assumed it was only love between friends. The summer before they all left for college (Rhodey, originally from Texas, was also going to school in NY with Tony and Stephen. NY was a big part of who they both were, and they both dreamed of studying there together), they finally started dating at Maria Stark’s motherly demand.

- This demand came a short time before Howard and Maria died, and it also came with admissions of guilt and lots of tears. “I was wrong about Rogers,” she said. “You don’t have to accept what I say or forgive me, but I know Stephen is the right one for you. I think I’ve always known.” (No shit, everyone knew) Knowong she was genuinely sorry, Tony forgave her not knowing that she would die a few months later.

- Most of this canon I’ve created takes place starting in their junior year of college, so everyone has gotten to know each other quite well. I’m sure the more I write from this the more I’ll flesh out relationships between certain characters, but one I want to mention is that Tony and Bucky are very close and co-presidents of the “I Dumped Steve Rogers for Peace of Mind” club. Steve goes to college in the next state/a little further north (that’s as specific as it’ll get for now) and dated Bucky the group’s freshman year. Tony didn’t know any of this until Bucky brought him over one day, and after they (Tony and Bucky) had a talk about the way Steve is as a partner, Bucky realized some things and dumped Steve. He remains angry at them both, especially Tony, from a short distance away which terrifies Tony.

- Sam and Bucky kissed for the first time at a truth or dare night Thor and T’Challa hosted in the group’s sophomore year. After they kissed (Sam initiated) they both shyly admitted feelings for each other.

*Now here’s where things get a little dicey. I started this au with Christine and Hope together for no particular reason, maybe they were on a club sports team together and started dating from there? But Pepper fell in love w Christine at first sight, and it got worse and worse the more they got to know each other. Much like Stephen and Tony, they’re the kind of people who meet each other and just click, even if the eventual path to Pristine involves lots of tears and jealousy for Pepper that Stephen never really experienced. He didn’t feel jealous of Tony and Steve’s relationship, because he wasn’t at boarding school with Tony and there wasn’t much he could do. But as a supportive and concerned (and honest but kind) friend, he was always encouraging and there to listen to Tony. Is Pepper going to be as good of a friend to Christine as Stephen was to Tony while Christine gets ready to marry Hope after undergrad??? that’s the question my forthcoming college au fic will answer.

Also mentioned in my forthcoming fic (which I’m still writing rn)

- post undergrad Wong works as a museum director/curator (havent decided yet, maybe he works his way up the ranks) and double majored in psych and history.

- Stephen, Tony, Happy, Rhodey, and Wong all live together and the rest of the group lives around NYC.

- Stephen, Christine, and Bruce (The Doctor friend group) are all pursuing medical degrees while the SI friend group is transforming the company completely.

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Thank you for coming to my TEDTalk! Congrats on reading all the way to the end lmao. I second guessed posting this a lot but then i remembered that it’s mine and I’m just sharing pre-fic thoughts lol. Thanks for reading/for your support of my work y’all!

Read the makeup fic (it doesn’t have a title) here.

💜💜💜💜

[omgkalyppso]

Borgakh

General Information Age: 36 Date of birth: May 17th Sign: Taurus Race: Orc Romantic status: Dedicated to Marie, Mina and Cam, available Social status: Commoner

Traits of Voice Accent: French Languages spoken: Orcish, Elvish, Dwarvish, Infernal, Common and Common Sign Language Style of speaking: Not overly formal, but more polite than not.

Physical Appearence Height: 7'3" or 221 cm Build: Fat. Big. Stocky. Muscled. Eye colour: Blue Skin colour: Green Shape of face: Ovular Distinguishing features: Wing tattoos on the back of her arm / shoulders. Scars. Beauty marks. Hair colour: Purple Hair style: Braids of various styles Posture: Hunches when necessary for conversation, prefers standing straight Piercings: Septum, three per ear

Personality Traits: I watch over my friends as if they were a litter of newborn pups. I have a strong sense of fair play and always try to find equitable solutions. Flaws: I have trouble trusting my allies. I am lost and adrift. I am unable to commit to a path or ambition. Education: Fantasy high school equivalent, lol. On the job training. Ideal: Glory. I must earn glory, for myself and my people. Personal goals: Happiness. Stability. General attitude: Positive. Wants to see the best in everyone. Religious values: Polytheism with a host of fictional Orcish deities. Hobbies: Singing and playing the lyre

Health Sleeping habits: Wakes early regardless of when she does to bed. Likes nine hours if she can get it. Energy level: High. Eating habits: High carbs. Healthy when possible. Three meals a day and snacks when the money is there. Memory: Strong.

History Birth country: Southern Rose Hometown: Realta Past places of residence: Veiligheid Family: Mother (Yevelda) is a seamstress. Father (Thokk) was a healer. Friends who are OCs: Grubash, Imsh, Zed, Tanner Friends belonging to friends: Lou, Desdemona, Lucille, Roxton Briefly explain life story: Mentored from ages nine to sixteen in Realta. Signed up for Wolf's Run guild age seventeen as coming of age with rivals. Worked as a squire until age twenty when helped enough ranking Wolf's Run guild members. Worked as a scout until age twenty-two when father died. Worked as a body guard until age twenty-seven when she discovered she was pregnant. Met Ga'el (DM came up with original name. I'm renaming them) Iberis at age twenty-five. Skeptics to lovers? (lmao) She realized Iberis wasn't being truthful / forthcoming about who they were from the country of Elanlune because they knew the country's queen on a first name basis. When she discovered her pregnancy, she left her home without telling them. She cut ties with her guild, and left on strained or disastrous terms. She returned home to her mother, expecting to give birth and start anew. Miscarried at seven months. Left for Veiligheid after three months of mourning. Met Lou sometime soon after. Worked with him in his church for some time, then went on a wild adventure (dnd campaign that never properly ended). Met Cam and Marie during adventure. Returned to their home town in northern Elanlune near the Southern Rose border. Expressed romantic interest that was returned. Eventually returned home to Southern Rose to visit friends and family, returned to find Cam and Marie had started flirting with Mina, and a new dynamic started being explored.

Combat Class: Ranger Style of fighting: dual-wield axes (preferred), bow Skills (dnd lvl 6): Athletics, Intimidation, Nature, Perception, Stealth, Survival

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Template I messed with for this character profile: HERE.

[ofcaspian]

「 pineapple. alex fitzalan. cis male. he/him. 」 are you ready for the time of your life, CASPIAN MONTGOMERY? the TWENTY-TWO year old POLITICAL SCIENCE graduate from tulane is ready to TRY TO BREAK IN AFTER DARK TO THE COLOSSEUM in ROME this summer. close friends would describe them as CHARISMATIC and RECKLESS, but there’s really only one way to find out. get ready for what august has in store for you, CAS ! 

hi friends ! i’m hayley n this here is caspian. he’s Old but i’m excited to breathe new life into him with all of you ! as a treat, i’ll show u the only sentence i had typed last night which i feel... says a lot about caspian as a person so ! ‘cas, or lord of the garbage boys as i like to call him...’ n you can read more about him under the cut ! 

basics ( pinterest .   spotify. )

full name: caspian edgar montgomery nicknames:  cas birth date: april 14th  star sign: aries  hometown: napa, california

background

a torrid romance between his parents over the height of a summer spent in new york and caspian came kicking and screaming into the world. a fighter from the word go. and perhaps for the best; as although the matter of his birth seems relatively normal on the surface — caspian was born in the midst of a media storm. his father, robert, a california senator, resigned from office after cheating on his wife of ten years with caspian’s mother, willa, a broadway actress. caspian was the product of their affair. 

although the matter of his being is rather... scandalous... caspian had a childhood filled with love. and his parents’ eventual marriage was an abundance of it. retreating to owning a small vineyard in napa valley, some of caspian’s earliest memories involve his parents learning to make wine and a house filled with laughter long into the night. 

in his earliest years, the only real concern was how much trouble he could get away with ( in the most mischievous way ! ) we’re talking pranks... jumping out from behind vines... the time he started a classwide game of rearranging furniture when the teacher left the room... caspian was noted to be a loveable boy. with his heart in the right place no matter the amount of mischief being caused. 

up until he grew a bit more social awareness. and at a party organised by his parents, noticed the way that some of his dad’s former high society ‘friends’ whispered about the couple. the judging looks exchanged as his playfulness was received as being a result of your parents’ lack of control. and it turns out, with such outside pressure, even love has its limits. and his parents marriage crumbled when caspian turned fourteen - ‘inevitable’ was what the press had called it. but they’d never been privy to the loving looks exchanged in the kitchen. and the numerous cross country flights between california and his mother’s new home in new york gave way to something darker in caspian. bitter and angry at the world. 

tearing himself apart so others don’t have the chance to do the same ? more likely than u think ! gotta control the narrative hunny x

high school passed by in a flash of rebellion. smoking in the bathrooms, graffiting napa to smithereens, talking back to teachers, and organising outlandish parties in the wine cellar of his house ... not to mention being an actual nightmare in every ap government debate setting. 

college didn’t even seem to be on the cards until his high school principal stepped in during his junior year after ( something chaotic ! my brain needs to wake up lmao ) and suggested he seriously think about channelling the anger into something productive. and gave him in an ultimatum: get expelled from the private school his dad was paying an extortionate amount for or join the debate team. the decision was easy and eventually led him to studying political science at tulane as he actually enjoyed it !

so that brings us to today ! cas is still as rebellious as ever, but tries his best to channel it into something good. now that he’s graduated he’s applying for a few full time jobs at think tanks, choosing to fight the good fight for environmental ( he badly wants that earth institute position ) or education policy rather than just... fighting sdfsfsdf. 

personality 

a mind just filled with bad ideas. he’s incredibly impulsive and will probably text some of your characters in the middle of the night while on the trip just to be like ‘what do u think about dirtbiking? not in the morning i mean like..... now’. equally !! is just as likely to send those messages when he’s lying awake at night trying not to think about the past. 

likes to downplay his own achievements and give the impression that he just does things for the hell of it 

doesn’t respect the law :( but the defence will be that the law doesn’t respect him 

not very forthcoming with his emotions bc he prefers to give the impression that he’s just here for a good time, not a long time 

can be incredibly petty :/ to those who he’s on bad terms with. he lacks a filter and i apologise in ADVANCE 

would do anything on a dare just to prove someone wrong and i, personally, hate that for him lmao

big chris miles from skins energy. my original insp. for cas came from a mixture of him, michael kelso, lip gallagher and sirius black ! do with that what you will ~

good with commitments until it comes to relationships and then he’s probably that fuckboy you’ve read about on a university confession page one too many times 

yet.... underneath it all, he’s a v. loyal boy to his friends and will defend them to the ends of the earth if need be ! 

connections 

ride or dies ( 1 / 1 ) cas is a fiercely loyal boy and i’d love for this dynamic to go both ways ! we’re talking forever getting into mischief together at tulane and travel antics galore RILEY !

drinking buddies ( 0 / 1 ) around the world in themed shots could be fun ... ? 

family friends ( 0 / 1 ) if your character comes from a high society background this could be the one for you ! maybe an unlikely friendship sparked up at some event in the past ? COVE ! 

former tutor ( 0 / 1 ) i wrote a little about this here but essentially someone who he met in his first year of uni who helped him out big time ! maybe something where he started off by goofing off but eventually ( masking vulnerability who ) it turned into a sorta confidant relationship? PENELOPE !

former hookups ( 0 / - ) i repeat: that fuckboy you’ve read about on a university confession page one too many times. i’d love somethin spicy where may b they hooked up, he ghosted, and then they discovered they actually shared mutual friends and were forced to hang out ? so now... may b it’s awkward ? idk i’m open ! 

those are just some rough ideas but i’m basically open to developing whatever !! let’s go wild 💕

[jlf23tumble]

I haven't seen one of these go around in a while, so I'm gonna start it myself, goddammit! Here are 10 songs I’m currently obsessively listening to by female artists, all of them on my most recent workout mix (read: they veer into aggressively peppy, and not all of them are new), but I love music recs, so I'm gonna tag some people to get theirs, too. Top 10 ladies only! Dudes get enough praise.

1. “Rockefeller Street,” Getter Jaani. Godddddd, this song is lodged so firmly in my brain that just seeing the title alone fires it back up. The sped-up version is quintessential nightcore, but I like this one's slowed-down Eurovision winner vibe.

2. “Deep,” Julia Michaels. I’m so here for all the swearing, the Bennie plus the Jets/Woman clapback in the chorus, and her lyrics in general.

3. “Bubblegum Bitch,” Marina and The Diamonds. I haven't listened to this album in at least five years, but goddamn, everything on it is so current? What I wouldn't give to turn on the radio and hear this particular song played to death.

4. “Nothing Breaks Like a Heart,” Miley Cyrus. That's right, none of this "feat. Miley Cyrus" bullshit, this is a Miley Cyrus song! The iTunes description says the forthcoming album's gonna be chockful of "sad bangers," and I'll play the shit out of it if her voice is the one delivering 'em.

5. “Rollin'/Did You See,” Dua Lipa. This girl knows her way around a cover!! Hard choices from the Lounge because she’s done so many outstanding ones, but I keep coming back to this (oh oh oh).

6. “Perfect,” Princess Superstar (and Mason, I guess...remixers!). I'm sad that I can't buy "Oh, no, I'm getting my period/shut up, bitch, it ain't that serious" on itunes (she wrote it for a menstrual cup commercial), so I have to settle for what I can get, sigh. I actually love this mix; the original is dated disco, but this is more recently dated disco? Idk, it works.

7. “Thank u, next,” Ariana Grande. There's not a swearing song in this world that I don't adore, but sonic twinkles around swearing? Someone beautifully making the case for lessons learned from fuckboys so that she can move on and love herself above all else? SO MUCH YES.

8. “Drew Barrymore,” SZA. Every single time this comes on my mix, I stop or slow down just to listen to her voice, which is why I tend listen to it at the end of whatever I'm doing, lmao. I can't believe this has been out for a year?? I still feel like I just heard it!

9. “Sucker Punch,” Sigrid. Why are the Swedes SO GOOD AT POP MUSIC???? Everything about this is a bop, but the best part is that the chorus actually IS a sucker punch, I see what you did there!

10. “Crazy,” Kacey Musgraves. I don't think there's a studio version, I just ripped it from a clean live audio, but I love the original and I fucking ADORE her kitschy country take on it.

Okay, I’m gonna tag tag tag, but feel free to do it anyway and tag me back so I can see!! I’m a nosy bitch! @horsegirlharry @newleafover @justlarried @silverfoxlouis @setsailtomorrow @thebiggersue @thewindmakesnicewaves @shark-myths @gloriaandrews @fullonlarrie

[imcloakzy]

askdjaks late to the game per usual !! hi friends i’m olivia ( twenty-two, fortnite trash, pst, she/her ) and this is my first joining a rp like this and let me tell ya’ im freakin PUMPED. all you really gotta know about me is i like memes n crying because i am one emotional bitch okay. i’m pretty excited to be apart of this lovely group, playing my tol idiot noah. -- i’m gonna skip to the good shit now ! if you’d like to read a few rambles about my boy, jack, be my guest ! alrighty, come plot with me babies, let me love youuu ♡

— [ NOAH CENTINEO ] — JACK GUTHRIE is a TWENTY-THREE year-old CISMALE cadet from USA and the NORTH AMERICA unit, also known as agent CLOAKZY. Intel tells me that HE is MAVERICK & WINSOME, if not a little DISREPUTABLE & CYNICAL. HE shows promising progress in HACKING, MACGYVERING, & FLYING. better watch your back.

random notes about jack:

most people know his as his code name, cloakzy. only really close friends call him jack.

jack is the guy you love to hate and hate to love bc hes a freakin dumbass but its entertaining 80% of the time.

grew up in a very wealthy family, where money, social status, and reputations were the most important things to worry about.

his parents marriage was filled with lies and misery, which really effected the way jack viewed the world.

young jack was often found skipping class for a smoke break, hacking his adversaries social media for his own amusement, copying some kids homework, and avoiding confrontation in regards to his destructive behavior and deep rooted issues entirely:)

jack likes to test the limits and see how far he can push people. he surprises himself with how much people actually let him get away with.

it wasnt until jack was in the later years of his high school career where he really started to excel in his hacking/coding abilities. him & his childhood best friend ( plot needed btw ! ) took up the oh so mundane hobby of being manhattan’s own vigilantes. single-handedly taking down drug lords, heist masterminds, gang activity, etc. by the time they were both eighteen, they have accumulated quite the impressive track record.

the academy had kept their eye one jack & his best bud since the beginning of their lil crime fighting business. however, they weren’t recruited until after they had graduated from their normal, civilian school. partly because, the academy had their doubts about jack. they found it hard to take him seriously. he clearly lacked impulse control and had questionable morals. but in the end, jack & his best friend were a package deal. they couldn't take one without the other.

jack specializing in coding/hacking (of course) but also has a knack for building cool, techy shit out of literal shit. he takes the saying one man's trash is another man's treasure to a whole other level

jack also likes to call him han solo 2.0 because he thinks he’s the best pilot in the whole academy *eye roll* someone punch him pls   

personality !

literally just dumb, always.

is either memeing or being a cynical hardass .. no in between

he has a history of being a serial monogamist/heartbreaker. theres a lack of respect when it comes to the women he dates tbh. he’s not forthcoming with his intentions. jack dates for fun, and when the fun is over and it starts to become serious, he dips ! he genuinely doesn’t know how to process a deep, romantic connection. or how to be a good partner lmao. it’s a foreign subject to him so he just avoids it at all cost. he’s a wicked, distant yet alluring ?? kind of charming. 

although he seems like a pretty shitty dude, ( i mean which he is ) jack isn’t a super dark, fuck you, macho dude. he’s actually a giant dork that makes really poor choices. he adores his friends and the people he chooses to surround himself with are people he would catch a grenade for okay. he’s absolute trash at showing his appreciation and love for his buddies, but just know that he really does care !!

not the most physically fit dude but he could probably keep up with most ???? he could pack a punch sure, but he’s much better as defensive combat than anything else.

genuinely wants to make the world a better place, although its kinda hard to tell he even cares bc .......... he’s a lil bitch ok idk someone srsly punch him thanks

[dcnnish]

aha ha, aye! it’s ya boy .. uh, skinny penis. jk is me the ugly olivia, back at it again with an unoriginal intro. i’m not tryin’ bother y’all on the dash or nothing, but peep this post or read his full bio here if you’re down to plot with my boy dennis!

statistics:

full name: dennis william harrington.

nickname: denny.

age: twenty-one.

date of birth: april 3rd.

zodiac: aries.

birthplace: los angeles, ca.

current location: san diego, california.

gender: cismale.

pronouns: he/him.

orientation: heterosexual.

religion: nonpracticing christian.

occupation: drug dealer.

living arrangements: off campus apartment.

language(s) spoken: english.

sparknotes on dennis:

dennis is the guy you love to hate and hate to love bc hes a mcfreakin dumbass but its entertaining 80% of the time.

grew up in a very wealthy family, where money, social status, and reputations were the most important things to worry about.

his parents marriage was filled with lies and misery, which really effected the way dennis viewed the world.

dennis can often be found on the field pitching for eastwood’s baseball team, selling uppers & performance enhancing drugs, copying some kids homework, and avoiding confrontation in regards to his destructive behavior and deep rooted issues entirely:)

dennis likes to test the limits and see how far he can push people. he surprises himself with how much people actually let him get away with.

he has a history of being a serial monogamist/heartbreaker. theres a lack of respect when it comes to the women he dates tbh. he’s not forthcoming with his intentions. dennis dates for fun, and when the fun is over and it starts to become serious, he dips ! he genuinely doesn’t know how to process a deep, romantic connection. or how to be a good partner lmao. it’s a foreign subject to him so he just avoids it at all cost. he’s a wicked kind of charming. beautiful but poisonous.

although he seems like a pretty shitty dude, ( i mean which he is ) dennis isn’t a super dark, fuck you, macho dude. he’s actually a giant dork that makes really poor choices. he adores his friends and the people he chooses to surround himself with are people he would catch a grenade for okay. he’s absolute trash at showing his appreciation and love for his buddies, but just know that he really does care !!

big dick energy 24/7

denny’s end goals are to graduate, get a good job, & own a billion dogs. he wants to start over and genuinely try to make something of himself without his parents influence.

wanted connections:

BROTP BROTP BROTP BROTP

roommate, dennis lives off campus in a nice ass apartment

enemies, forced to hang out bc of a mutual friend

unrequited love, give me someone he can be soft for

drunken hookup

ex on bad terms!! give me angst

current girlfriend

first love

party buddies!

someone dennis deals drugs to

[dramaqueeenamby]

Does Nala feel any type of way about the fact that she's never had sex with anyone but T'Challa but he's been having sex with random broads since their thing in college? I'd be a little mad tbh even though he didn't make any promises. Same with the main character in Rain too tbh.

Chile, you made me get my laptop for this one! 

Well, Rain is an easy one. T’Challa and reader weren’t allowed to date because her grandmother was strict, so she was off limits and T knew that. However, he’s still a man with needs. That’s NOT to say that he could only be with her if sex was involved because he just wanted her period. However, he also knew that he would eventually marry her because grams would. He just had to wait it out, and he did. 

Deep down, reader knew that she would end up with T’Challa too.

The reader knew that too. She wasn’t trying to sneak behind her grandmother’s back for anything, and she willingly made the choice not to be sexually active with anyone. She didn’t fault T’Challa either because she knew what he was like (they grew up together), that he would calm down, and that he would settle down.

T’Challa was just waiting for his moment with reader.

He didn’t get into relationships. Just flings to pass time. 

After they got together, he cut the BS out because he’s a prince who will eventually become king. He knows that his time for shenanigans will eventually have to come to an end anyway.

It’s the same thing with T’Challa in Space Between. He was just having fun, bidding time before he took the mantle from his uncle. He knew that he couldn’t be engaging in messy sexual trysts once that happened so he was living his best life while he still could. 

Obviously, Nala didn’t like the hoeish behavior. However, there was more to her dislike than that. She didn’t like his arrogance for someone who came from “one of the poorest countries in the world” but also realized that the man was brilliant. Which sucked. However, when trying to call him out on his questionable ways, T’Challa was quick to remind her that her own country had been in distress for years so that she should focus less on him and more on helping her people.

Yeah, they had some interesting fights back then. lmao 

But getting back to the question, she didn’t care (on a personal note), truly, because she was trying to avoid getting close to him. At all cost. Why would she care who he fucks if she’s not trying to care about him at all?

Then, he started to care but was less reluctant to ignore his feelings, being more forthcoming which drove her insane. Within a month, he cooled down with the women. 

NOTE: Remember, this was his last year there before he returned home to become king so he’d decided beforehand that he was going to focus on his education. 

Within two months, he stopped messing with other women in general. 

I feel like I might be talking in circles at this point, so I’ll stop here. I hope this makes sense. It might not because I haven’t had my coffee. lmao

[hanalwayssolo]

My Attendance Is Bad, But My Intentions Are Good

A/N: My last piece is for day 2 of @glaiveweek! Permission to write my Kingsglaive babies having a happy time. Written in Crowe’s POV, because. My girl. Deserved. Better. :) Inspired by the entire team dynamic in Brooklyn Nine Nine (I want to explain this further but gosh I think it merits a different post) and governed by most of my headcanons with these cuties (again, to be explained probablyyyy on a separate post), so please expect lots of crack, shenanigans, a truckload of pop culture references, etc. 

Ahhh and tagging some folks again: @eternallydaydreaming2015 @hypaalicious @louisvuittontrashbags @cupnoodle-queen @theyearofdiamonddogs @nifwrites @themissimmortal

Nyx Ulric 3:02 AM Glaives, we have a situation.

Crowe was still awake in the comfort of her bed when she caught Nyx’s message in the Glaive group chat—one that Tredd renamed lil fuckaz for the heck of it earlier—and she followed the trail of messages that popped in her phone screen.

Nyx Ulric 3:02 AM I know you guys won’t believe this but

Nyx Ulric 3:02 AM Check the captain’s calendar

Nyx Ulric 3:02 AM and get this: he’s free tomorrow

Nyx Ulric 3:02 AM AND HE’S NEVER FREE

Nyx Ulric 3:02 AM And then I remembered

Nyx Ulric 3:02 AM WHY OF COURSE

Luche Lazarus 3:03 AM yes nyx we know it’s the captain’s bday tomorrow

Crowe smiled at Nyx’s overeager message thread; knowing Nyx, she immediately assumed her good lad of a friend was somewhere in downtown Insomnia, drinking his stress away. Also, she didn’t expect Luche to be awake at this hour. In any case, something about this conversation confused her. Apart from Nyx’s rowdy chat etiquette—which she was fairly used to—what bugged Crowe was her memory of things: she clearly remembered getting partied out a couple of nights back thanks to Drautos’s birthday party hosted by no less than the Glaive’s personally-dubbed veteran party animal, Clarus Amicitia.

There was a brief minute of pause in the group chat commotion, and then:

Nyx Ulric 3:03 AM Nobody asked you Luche stfu

Nyx Ulric 3:03 AM Anyway. As I was saying.

Nyx Ulric 3:03 AM Yes, it’s the captain’s birthday tomorrow

Luche Lazarus 3:04 AM i’m willing to bet my ass you’re planning an outrageous surprise party

Nyx Ulric 3:04 AM You can bet your pasty ass i will and WE SHALL DO IT

Before Crowe could even chime in, Pelna already butted in the conversation, and started wrecking his own havoc:

Pelna Khara 3:05 AM count me the fuck in

Pelna Khara 3:05 AM i’ll buy the cake

Pelna Khara 3:05 AM clarus didn’t let me buy the book cake last Year :(

Pelna Khara 3:05 AM *boob

Pelna Khara 3:05 AM ***boobs

Pelna Khara 3:06 AM had to correct that so y’all know the cake was shaped as a pair of boobs not just one

Of course, where there was trouble, Crowe already thought that Tredd was close by, raring to add to this steaming pile of shenanigans.

And when Crowe saw his name pop into her screen, she grinned. When it came to her personal assessment of her friends, Crowe was always right.

Tredd Furia 3:06 AM lmao

Tredd Furia 3:06 AM i’ll go buy the booze my fam

Tredd Furia 3:06 AM also is it just me or nyx is using punctuation marks or am i just 2 high

Nyx Ulric 3:07 AM Fuck you Tredd

Nyx Ulric 3:07 AM I was trying to drive a point

Pelna Khara 3:07 AM nah tredd just too high i can secondhand smoke your joint even from here

Tredd Furia 3:07 AM fuck u pelna :) :) :)

Nyx Ulric 3:07 AM Anyway thanks guys, we’ll do this in briefing room A

Luche Lazarus 3:08 AM i didn’t agree to the alcohol losers but whatever

Nyx Ulric 3:09 AM u scared daddy’s gonna dish out some disciplinary action, leader? ;)

Luche Lazarus 3:09 AM fuck u

Axis Arra 3:10 AM i can’t believe tredd woke me up for this shit

Nyx Ulric 3:10 AM And Crowe, I know you’re awake I can see your tiny bubble just lurking in this convo

Pelna Khara 3:11 AM wow axis just responded to a group chat conversation

Pelna Khara 3:11 AM blessed be the stars

Tredd Furia 3:11 AM this surprise party’s gonna be litttttt af

Nyx Ulric 3:12 AM hi there axis you and sonitus take care of the food

Axis Arra 3:13 AM ok

While the conversation rolled along, Crowe still had this nagging feeling that the entire arrangement was too… odd. Luche easily joining this nonsense was already out of the ordinary, but Axis—quiet and soft-spoken Axis Arra—replying to this mess and just agreed to help organize this shitstorm? Crowe had seen her friends do strange things, but this one weirdly made her queasy. Not to mention, they have been acting rather funny around her these past couple of days. She stared at her phone screen, trying to rake her thoughts on that last party. She was definitely sure that party happened. She could still taste the acrid smoke from that sordid bar, and she could still remember hooking up with that heavily tattooed man whose name was the only thing that she lost in her nebulous memory.

Just when Crowe was about to protest for a clarification, another message arrived from Nyx:

Nyx Ulric 3:15 AM btw where tf is Libertus at

Luche Lazarus 3:15 AM Poor Libertus Ostium, he is missing action

Luche Lazarus 3:15 AM So now I’m facing Nyx Ulric with his own faction

Pelna Khara 3:16 AM he’s very attractive in the north, Lucians like his chances

Tredd Furia 3:16 AM he’s not very forthcoming on any particular chances

Nyx Ulric 3:17 AM Gdi you all have been making hamilton references for a MONTH

Nyx Ulric 3:17 AM Can we get back to the task at hand please

Crowe sighed in exasperation as she scrolled away to more chunks of messages. Before the chat group could spiral into a new brand of trouble and out of its original topic, she finally managed to type her response:

Crowe Altius 3:18 AM libertus ran an errand with the crown prince’s advisor glasses boy

Crowe Altius 3:18 AM anyway

Nyx Ulric 3:19 AM THERE’S OUR FAVORITE MAGE

Pelna Khara 3:19 AM hi crowe moon of our lives

Tredd Furia 3:19 AM our khaleesi is here

Crowe Altius 3:18 AM you guys are fucking idiots

Crowe Altius 3:18 AM ANYWAY wasn’t the captain’s birthday three days ago???

Crowe Altius 3:18 AM pelna you even posted photos on your instagram acct

Crowe Altius 3:18 AM With the caption “today the Big D was born let us rejoice”

Crowe sat up on her bed and waited for a reply, but she later realized that she just unleashed a treasure trove of disaster with her last statement:

Pelna Khara 3:19 AM hey u gotta love that caption

Tredd Furia 3:19 AM and u gotta love the Big D

Nyx Ulric 3:20 AM i know luche does ;)

Luche Lazarus 3:20 AM haha very funny nyx

Tredd Furia 3:22 AM hahahahahahaha nyx gdi i choked on my fucking beer

Pelna Khara 3:22 AM that was some mighty fine dish that got served

Luche Lazarus 3:22 AM u sure u didn’t choke on some big d tredd :)

Tredd Furia 3:22 AM nope. but hey luche

Tredd Furia 3:22 AM ur ass is grass

Tredd Furia 3:22 AM and imma mow it

Axis Arra 3:23 AM eyyyy

Nyx Ulric 3:23 AM LMAO OK SEXUAL TENSION ASIDE

Nyx Ulric 3:23 AM Relax you guys

Nyx Ulric 3:23 AM I know we all love our big captain drautos so much

Crowe Altius 3:24 CAN SOMEBODY PLEASE ANSWER MY FUCKING QUESTION YOU BAGS OF HELPLESS DICKS

Pelna Khara 3:24 AM as you wish khaleesi forgive our brethren

Pelna Khara 3:24 AM to answer your question: yes, but that party was from the higher ups

Pelna Khara 3:24 AM his actual birthday is tomorrow

Pelna Khara 3:24 AM crowe my sun and stars trust me on this

Luche Lazarus 3:25 AM i can confirm pelna’s statements

Tredd Furia 3:25 AM same

Axis Arra 3:25 AM ^^^

Sonitus Bellum 3:25 AM hi

Nyx Ulric 3:25 AM i confirm pelna’s statements as well

As well? Nyx hated attaching that in any phrase, Crowe remembered, for reasons beyond her. Despite the group’s typical rascally response, Crowe still felt skeptical about the whole affair. With reservation, she decided to give her overthinking head a rest and get along with their shady plan.

She quickly thumbed another message:

Crowe Altius 3:28 AM fine whatever

Crowe Altius 3:28 AM count me in

Crowe Altius 3:28 AM anything i need to do nyx?

She chewed on her lip, praying to the gods that she won’t be assigned with something out of her comfort zone, so she added:

Crowe Altius 3:28 AM and by anything, i mean anything except talking to the other commanding officers and anyone from the lucian council pls

Crowe particularly had a severe dislike talking with her other superiors, specifically Cor, Clarus, and even King Regis himself, after saying something completely inappropriate at a Kingsglaive gala two years prior. After that embarrassment, she sealed everyone outside of her Glaive circle for self-preservation.

The sudden inactivity in the chat group made Crowe want to throw another message for good measure, until Luche broke the momentary radio silence:

Luche Lazarus 3:33 AM more booze

Crowe Altius 3:34 AM right

Nyx Ulric 3:35 AM You’re the best, thanks

Nyx Ulric 3:35 AM Let’s all meet tomorrow at 2pm sharp

Nyx Ulric 3:36 AM I’ll try to stall the captain to give us time for prep

Crowe sank back to her sheets and turned off her phone so she could finally get some decent shut eye without the distraction from the Glaive chat group. She stared at the ceiling, trying to quell the unusual excitement  that bubbled up in her chest, until it was brutally ambushed by a feeling that often creeped up on her whenever she started to enjoy any form of happiness.

On occasions such as these, Crowe wondered how celebrating birthdays would feel like. It was not as if she wanted to keep her birthday from everyone else—she just never knew what her actual birth date was. Having brought up as an orphan, she had figured that birthdays were only afforded to people living with their biological parents. Or people with legitimate paperwork. She had neither the luxury of those things. Sometimes, she would look at herself in the mirror, study her face, and scrutinize her chocolate brown hair, her brown eyes, and the angular structure of her cheekbones. Crowe thought that maybe, this was how her mother would have looked like, or her father...

Crowe groaned in disdain. She didn’t need the pity party at this ungodly time. She pulled the sheets over her head as she promptly derailed the depressing train of thought, pressed her eyes shut, and forced herself to sleep.

Crowe did as she was told and brought additional liquor with her on her way to the Kingsglaive HQ. She was pretty certain that alcoholic drinks were prohibited around the Citadel premises, but no one seemed to have caught her, so she just casually marched on toward the hallway. She rounded into a corner, where she saw Nyx standing by the doorway leading to the briefing room, holding his phone close to his ear.

When he saw Crowe approaching, he tucked his phone in his jacket. Nyx nervously beamed, “Hey there!”

Crowe raised an eyebrow out of suspicion. “What are you doing outside? Where are the others?”

Nyx answered, “Well, actually, they’re on their way but Captain Drautos is already coming in any minute—“

“Weren’t you supposed to be the one to keep him occupied?” Crowe asked, narrowing her eyes at Nyx. She had a bad feeling about this.

Nyx held her by the shoulders. “Yes, but change of plans. Look, can you please help holding off on the Captain for a while—“

Crowe instantly shrugged his hands off. “Nope.”

“Please?”

“Not interested.”

“With a cherry on top?”

“Gods, Nyx—you had one job.”

“Alright, fine,” Nyx ceased making any further effort, raising both his hands in casual surrender.

That was surprisingly easy, Crowe thought. If anything, Nyx was persistent, but this...

She let it slide. Crowe rolled her eyes and sauntered past Nyx. She opened the door and—

“Surprise!”

The confetti exploded from the party poppers in myriad of colors, together with the booming voices of the rest of the Glaives. The entire open space of the briefing room was filled with familiar faces—Libertus, Pelna, and Tredd each had a Li’l Malbuddy balloon in their hands, while Axis, Sonitus, and Luche carried a Li’l Malbuddy plush toy. The walls were decorated with scarlet-colored streamers and rows of gold letter balloons.

It took a while for Crowe to register that the balloons spelled a Happy Birthday Crowe! which totally did not make sense to her at all.

“Wait, what’s going on? I thought—guys, is this a fucking prank?” She bewilderedly trailed off. She was about to lash out until she saw Captain Drautos walking towards her, which even added more confusion to this entire event. “Captain?”

Drautos shook his head and addressed the Glaives. “You fools, I told you she wouldn’t get it if I didn’t give this to her first,” he casually smacked Nyx at the back of the head. They all burst out laughing. “Anyway, it’s because of this—“

The captain handed a brown envelope to Crowe, which she flipped open. Inside was a record, a file with her full name and her… birthdate.

Crowe gasped and croaked out the words in disbelief. “Wait, today’s… my birthday?”

“We found your records with Clarus’s help,” Drautos explained. “I regret ever mentioning it to Nyx as soon as I found out—the word spread like wildfire among your peers. It was a surprise that you didn’t find it out, with Nyx being a loudmouthed idiot. Anyway, the Glaives thought of throwing you a surprise party since you’ve never celebrated your birthday with us before—or uh, I’m sorry, I mean, it’s not that you didn’t want—“

“It’s fine, sir,” Crowe stared at the file she was holding. There it was, written in permanent ink: full details of her birthplace and birthdate. It didn’t disclose any info on her biological parents, but Crowe couldn’t care less. She read and reread, helplessly trying to wrap her head around all of this, until all she could say was: “Thank you. Really, guys, thank you—but wait. That thing in the chat was…”

“That was actually Nyx about to spill the beans with his drunken little mouth,” Pelna admitted, stepping closer with the Li’l Malbuddy balloon hovering above his head. The rest of the Glaives followed, gathering around Crowe. Pelna continued, “I was with him so I had to punch him right in the mouth for being dumb. We had a different chat group specifically for Operation Crowe. We humbly thank the gods that Luche was just smooth enough to save that conversation and we all had to improvise to throw you off the scent.”

“Well, someone had to keep you guys in check so you’re welcome,” Luche smugly added. “And by the way, you gotta thank the crown prince’s advisor for this merch. He tipped us off on where to find these.” Luche, Axis, and Sonitus rewarded Crowe with the Li’l Malbuddy plushies.

“You guys were… all together in this?” Crowe asked, and strangely enough, she was genuinely touched by the idea that everyone joined for this effort. She wanted to squeeze everyone into a hug and beat them all up for giving her feelings.

“Of course—everything for our little sister,” Nyx grinned, slinging an arm around Crowe’s shoulders.

“Don’t make me claw your eyes out,” Crowe said, elbowing him on his side that Nyx winced in pain.

“Whatever. Happy birthday, munchkin,” Nyx hugged Crowe. With the thought finally sinking in, tears of utmost happiness began to threaten her eyes. She wanted to punch herself in the face for wanting to cry.

Crowe looked curiously at Nyx, still controlling herself with her happy tears. “So is this why you guys have been acting weird for the past days?”

“See, I told you guys she’ll notice,” Libertus remarked. “Now, give her the damn cake before she starts crying!”

“I’m not crying! There’s just, I don’t know, a rock in my eye...” Crowe sniffed, and the rest of the crew laughed.

Libertus playfully shoved Nyx away from Crowe and wrapped her into a big bear hug. “Happy birthday, Crowe.”

“Thank you guys so much,” Crowe said with a teary-eyed smile on her face.

Roaring fits of laughter bellowed around the room when Pelna finally brought out a ghastly dick-shaped cake with a candle sitting at its tip.

Tredd announced, “So I know Pelna promised a boob cake, but Luche wanted the D—“

“It was the only cake available, asshat—“ Luche interrupted with a sneer. Everyone was still laughing at the atrocity of the confection in front of them.

“Sorry Luche, the D’s not for you,” Pelna teased. “Give this one a blow, baby girl.”

“Oh my god, I hate all of you!” Crowe laughed and cried. When it came to the business of brewing the finest hilarity and crazy antics, Crowe couldn’t trust anyone else aside from her comrades.

Everyone joined in and sang her an equally cheery and drunken happy birthday. And on occasions like these, Crowe found it difficult to permit herself to relish the happiness. But in the company of the people Crowe now considered as family, she finally did—and there was no place in Eos that she would rather be.