#they r giving bitter exes energy i think

[sun-is-a-square]

Limited Life doodles of the Clockers!! + Grian

[thepermanentrainpress]

MEKEL: HOW TO FORGIVE (AND LET GO)

How to Forgive (and Let Go) – mekel Release Date: February 3rd, 2023

Track Listing:

1. TEETH 2. Not Good Enough for the Truth 3. SICKWISHES 4. HOUSEPARTY 5. Would-Be Memories 6. DROOLING 7. Fragile Fragility 8. How to Forgive (and Let Go)

How to Forgive (and Let Go) is self-described by singer-songwriter mekel. The Edmonton-raised, now Montreal-based artist debuts her first album with an impactful punch, laced with traces of pop, girl-punk, and r&b. mekel is exceptionally talented at capturing the story of love and the loss of it; bitterness, truth and acceptance are all themes explored in this album with a rawness and dramatism that feel authentic. It is perfect for when you’re mourning your shitty ex, and all of the emotions that come with being in and out of love.

Right away I’ll call out my favourite part of the album: the lyrics. mekel reads poetic by nature. Her lyrics are entrancing, with a mixture of metaphor and storytelling contrasting very simple and blunt lyrics. For example, in the opening song “Teeth” mekel sings, 

"Is it my teeth or the way that I speak that makes you question “why?”

Wasn’t I skinny enough to fit into the void that was in your heart?”

The style reminds me of early Paramore and Avril Lavigne — women that knew how to sing about how love (and breaking up) are ultimately nothing in the journey of self-worth and emotional expression. Paired with her dreamy synth-pop production and guitar, mekel should be listened to alongside new faces like Olivia Rodrigo and Willow.

I think mekel’s artistic vision for the album shines through in her darker songs. “SICKWISHES,” “HOUSEPARTY” and “DROOLING” all feature the constant thrum of a deep guitar, snare, or drums and bass juxtaposed with mekel’s haunting, airy vocals. These vocals are treated with reverb or autotune to give the songs a chilling quality to it, amplifying the feelings of betrayal and rage. It provides the album with the right energy emphasizing that How to Forgive (and Let Go) is “not a linear process” (mekel, 2023). Nobody wakes up after hardship and gets better everyday. We slip up, get angry, and sometimes find ourselves in the same place we started. mekel is here to remind us that it’s okay, and there’s feminine strength in that.

Speaking of the album’s narrative, I feel it does a good job of guiding the listener through this non-linear process in a way that is not jumbled. It still feels very cohesive, and it is songs like “Fragile Fragility” – my favourite on the entire album – that remind us of the pain and remorse that come with heartbreak. “Fragile Fragility” also highlights mekel’s production in a way that the other songs do not. It features mekel’s lullaby-esque vocals layered on top of each other accompanied by a haunting, minimal piano progression. It is different from the rest of the songs and makes for a striking track.

Each track searches for something that is either explicit — when can you leave that awful houseparty? — or something that the listener can uncover and find for themselves. The ending track, “How to Forgive (and Let Go),” is different for a reason. Not donning most of the pop inspiration the rest of the album has, this track is quiet and focused on the soft strumming of a single guitar and mekel’s vocals. mekel describes this track as “finding the answer” and I think it is a beautiful way to conclude an album about processing, expression, and healing.

Written by: Alexa Tarrayo

[limeinaltime]

I wonder what would happen if R were to ever join the rebellion against JCJenson In Spaaaaaaaaace/ JCJenson On Earrrrrth

You know the part in ATLA where Zuko first joins the main group? Think that, but R doesn’t have the safety cushion of having a shitty dad or anything like that.

X and R give off dangerous levels of Bitter Ex Energy and everyone is uncomfortable. N would be scared to death of her, and none of the teens would like R very much since she sides with 0 during the whole Red Core! N disaster. S doesn’t like her very much, either, mostly because of all the nasty things he’s seen R do and his own guilt about not being brave enough to stand up to her.

R would slowly be accepted, but it would take a while and R would have to swallow her pride and apologize to everyone she’s hurt first. Given how R is, that’s not going to happen any time soon.

[fiore-rosewood9]

👄, 🌸, 🔥 for the hetalia asks!

Okay. All of this is personal opinion and is not meant to offend anyone. Please do not get upset, these are just my opinions. With that out of the way - here are my personal thoughts and what I think.

First emoji - Which nation do you think has the most fitting voice actor? Whose voice do you think doesn’t work? - So I don't like dubbed anime, most english translated animes tend to sound awkward to me, some do a good job, but in hetalia's case it sounds a bit off sometimes, so I will speak for the subbed/japanese version - I think Francis's seiyuu is really calming. I used to listen to the CD's when I had a panic attack, about the - Count sheeps one, where he brings you lavender and lures you to sleep. I kinda like England's seiyuu but wish his voice was more rough and he uses words like mate, wanker, similar to America's seiyuu who says the word - hero. I love prussia's raspy voice. I get that Canada is a shy soft boy, but I don't like his voice actor. I kinda think Hungary's voice actor does not fit her. I think the guy who voices prussia should not voice greece and estonia too, it kinda sounds like he is using a soft hushed whispery voice for prussia with them to me. I think Switzerland's voice actor should be a guy, if I remember correctly it was a woman. I don't mind women voicing men and vice versa, but I think it is more suitable for characters like Chibitalia, which is voiced by a woman.

Second emoji - top 3 favourite characters - Bulgaria, Seychelles, Prussia. I used to have Prussia's song Mein gott as a ringtone.

Third emoji - Are there any popular/widely accepted headcanons you don’t like? - Yes. Heavy nsfw under the cut. If this disturbs you, the reader, please refrain from reading. Historical/sexual mentions in this post will be used, as well as mentions of the mbti/psychology stuff. This is also a long post since it is a rant, feel free to skip in case you are lazy.

Yes. People assuming that England is a uke. Just give me one solid reason that he is? Neither psychologically, mbti wise, historically or manga wise is he an uke. He is a tsundere. That means rough on the outside, soft on the inside with the right people. I hate how for many reasons, in fan art and even in p*rn if you check it out....he has these weird...anorexic tween girl proportions. On a thin person's body you can see some ribs and England is sometimes drawn as such, but on many fan art he has chibi like, weird almost anorexic body, which confuses me, because it is not possible for 23 year old man to have such body, unless he has some genetical defects + an eating disorder, how tall is he again 175 cm (5' 9") if I remember correctly, so BMI and height are connected, for this height, it is not possible to has the body he has in doujinshis and some fan arts.

APH england is a thin man, he is no longer an empire with power, but he is neither anorexic, nor a tween and doesn't have female hips. Arthur is stubborn bitter alcoholic sarcastic old man who can't cook and is rough but tries his best to be a ''gentleman''. He grieves over his past glory days, when he used to actually hold any power over the world, but even though he is weaker now, he is still strong and tough and has influence. I mean, almost the whole world is speaking english, if that ain't an achievement, I don't know what is. England was never a uke/bottom, and when I ask for people's POV on why they think he is a bottom, I always receive insults and threats and am told to go away. I would wish for people to stop fetishizing/degrading him, when he is clearly proud, stubborn, a bit mean old bitter man who just wants someone to talk to him, love him and appreciate him, because his collegues clearly do not respect him or care much and harshly tease him a lot. I am quite aware of the position he is in, because I know what it is like to have people disrespect you, talk over you or make fun of you. He misses his colonies and still thinks like an empire, actually every ex empire thinks like one, they don't like politics, they like war and destruction and conquering.

America isn't a top. He is a proud bottom, and he feels damn sexy when someone rides him and compliments on how good he is doing. He can be described as a switch, but to me, I see him leaning more towards bottom. America is a really confident and enthusiastic man, he is strong and prideful as well as greedy, but it gets tiring to have all the control and power all the time, have no responsiblities can be relaxing from time to time.

France doesn't hate England for killing Jeanne d'arc as much as people assume. She was his first, innocent type of love and while it is a tragedy he managed to get over it. He took revenge by taking America from him and helping him rebel against England, who is neglectful. People manage to through war, trauma and many horrible things and still survive, despite the pain, it isn't logical for a soft gentle person like france to hold a grudge all of his life, even now.

Also around 2011-2013 some people made memes and joked about francis being a r*pist. I think some people don't understand that some people just have high libido and can't do anything about it. It doesn't make them a bad person. I miss on social cues and rules and the only jokes I understand are  the sexual ones, it is literally the only humour I laugh at. So in this way, he is relateable, despite being inappropriate and vulgar, I just love the shock factor the jokes have. R*pe is not a joke, and he isn't a r*pist. He deserves love, like every hetalia character and like each one of you people. We all just want love at the end of the day, someone to listen to us, and hug us.

Prussia isn't dying. He just represents east germany. He isn't a human.

I really hate how south korea is portrayed as someone who gropes people's butts. It is just as weird as Belarus's wish to marry her brother. This is not much of a headcanon, I just find it disturbing.

North Italy/Canada/England aren't innocent uwu boys who have never cursed or don't know what sex is and refuse to watch porn.

There is nothing cute or cool about the nazi uniforms or parts of prussia and germany. They regret everything they did. But from what I see, a big part of the fandom made it out to be ''sexy'' in the past. There is some fan of it too.

The revolutionary war broke england but it isn't that big of a deal as fans make it out to be. Same with Jeanne d'arc. England was really disliked, almost hated and attacked by his fellow nations. The child he found, America, was the first person to not openly hate him in ages. England took care of him, but england is pretty neglectful him self, he leaves america alone a lot, yet exploitates him. So it is only logical for America to ask France and Prussia to the resque. Even though France becomes broke. But the same can be said about france. France is neglectful towards canada, who nurses back to health England, who is pretty deep into his depression after America leaves. All England could say is - America, America, America, because he can't handle the loss of his favourite colony. Of course this would hurt canada, who was abandoned in favour of his brother and his other father doesn't care about him either. To this day England sometimes still mistakes Canada for America, the only people who never do that seem to be France, Seychelles and America. Probably Japan, Netherlands, Austria and Prussia too. But england is pretty much over it, it is not his whole life and it is not the end of the world. This is why Sealand is taken care of by Finland and Sweden, England makes a lot of basic mistakes as a father.

Russia isn't an emotionless monster. I think due to his life and history, he is what you may call - Emotionally immature. He has childish cruelty and is a bit forceful as well as childish, which is not completely normal for someone his age. However, abuse stuns growth, so it is quite explainable why some nations are more mature and some are more childish. Abuse can also have the other effect, make someone extremely mature for their age, I think this is Latvia's case. He is trying to make friends but his approach is just simply bad. He has a weird energy/vibe and it shows. He goes into people's personal space and wants them to become one with mother russia. This would creep anyone. I think France and China aren't afraid of him, simply because they're too used to his gimmics and he can't surprise them. Russia's tactics become predicatable after a while.

[2p-stuff-because-i-miss-them]

Hiii im glad ur back!!❤️ may i request 2p face fam react to their s/o’s corgis? Like they r such sweet and gentle loafs but as soon as s/o leaves the room they arent anymore. ex: theyll sit together and stare at the 2ps with extreme dissapointment and disapproval, and make the atmosphere tense. When he walks into the room theyll briefly look at him and then move on as if they were talking crap about him before😂. (Bonus if they got along w him eventually but they still look displeased... sometimes..)

Ty Anon uwu

Hey guys I had to disappear again because all of my teachers decided that a new quarter meant 1238729343 assignments at once, we love to see it. Since its the weekend though I do not have to limit myself to one post I can make like 5 in a day so here we goes.

2p France: “yeah I have that effect on people”. Honestly animals usually really like Francois, so this is kind of new, but not surprising. The corgis will be staring at Francois and he’s like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. If the dogs keeps this behavior up Francois’ brain will just fade them out lmao. If the dogs are gonna ignore his existence or talk about him expecting a reaction of some sorts he’s just gonna be like “hmm? Oh! you two do exist my bad, are you hungry? hmm. That's unfortunate-” (he’ll feed the dogs I promise guys he’s just sassy). Because I like the idea of a tired Francois laying around with hyper corgi’s all day though I’m just going to say that they’ll get along and really close at some point. Francois would be working at his desk and the corgi’s know that s/o doesn’t like when Francois works himself to death when he’s sleepy so they’re all cuddly with him until he gives in and goes to bed. This happens a ton of times to the point where the puppies start caring a lot about Francois’ health and well being. And Francois accidentally gets attached so now they’re his b a b i e s.

2p America: His sadness is immeasurable. He’s actually so hurt right now and so dramatic about it. Dogs were supposed to be his thing, at least he thought so. And nOW THEY’RE GOSSIPING ABOUT HIM? OMFG HE’S ABOUT TO C R Y. He refuses to tell his s/o about this because ofc he wouldn’t. Instead he like tries to bribe them with extra treats or bacon or something. If that's not working he’s just gonna be really down for awhile. I feel like the dogs would notice this and feel kinda bad. Seeing a softer side of Al would make them sappy and one day if Allen was just sleeping over at his s/o’s house and the doggos were cuddling in his lap he’d just d i e. Catch them being hella cute spending the rest of the day with each other, rolling around inside and outside the house, his s/o is so confused at the change in energy. He’d nickname them nuggets even if that was longer than their og name-

2p Canada:  This is fine. He’s high-key insecure about it but he’s gonna play it off like he’s perfectly fine with it and it doesn’t upset him. If he see’s the dogs talking shit he’ll be hella confrontational “You got somethin’ to say? no? thats what I was thinking”. I feel like Matt would befriend them really easily though because he probably fattens them up and buys them little toys and stuff. I can see Matt being really protective of them too cause they’re so smol and the corgi’s would prolly feel safe around him. Catch shirtless Matt and the corgis being hella cute in a flowery meadow.

2p England: *eyebrow arch* Oliver’s more of a cat person anyway so this doesn’t upset him that much. But on the other hand, sometime when his s/o is gone and he wants a cuddle buddy someone's gotta take the fall. I feel like the first parts of their bitterness would just the dogs scowling and being snarky but Olivers just unbothered and ignores it. Then after awhile Ollie is making them special treats or buying stuff to fatten them up and the the Corgi’s are c o n f l i c t e d. Oliver just coerces them into slowly loving him and ofc he loves them back. His s/o needs to be involved because honestly he will steal all their love and over feed them-. One day when s/o is not looking the corgi’s are lorge and all over Oliver. And Ollie’s just like “teehee yeah I’m just really good with animals ig”. Catch them being hella cute playing around in the kitchen while Ollie’s baking.

[karaliswrites]

Cold

I wrote this really late so it’s probably terrible and full of mistakes. Contains spoilers

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Lio has been lying to Galo for months now. Well, it’s not necessarily lying, he's just omitting the truth. The truth that each and every night he shivers himself to sleep, despite the heavy blanket Galo gave him. He sleeps on the couch and it leaves his back sore in the morning, but he doesn’t mind. Galo offered him the empty space in his own bed many times when he first moved in, but after countless rejections, he just gave up trying.

Lio’s tried to sneak some clothes from the laundry to provide him extra warmth, but one time this little secret was revealed. He had slept through the alarm he set to wake up before Galo to change out of the blue-haired man’s clothes, and he was caught practically swimming in an old t-shirt of his. His face had turned crimson and he had quickly pulled off the shirt and chucked it at the smiling man’s head. After that incident, Lio was hesitant to steal any more of Galo’s clothes.

So every night he struggles to fall asleep and to stay asleep. Some nights he doesn’t sleep at all, and he knows Galo can tell by the way he sends him worried glances every few minutes at work. But he doesn’t tell Galo about his problem. He’s the ex-leader of the Mad Burnish and he’s been through far worse than a little chill. Even though this is much more than just a little chill. With the Promare gone, the entire world is like ice to him. But he can handle it on his own.

It’s October and Lio’s wrapped tightly in two blankets, an extra for the change in the weather. But still he finds himself trembling. He tries to stop his teeth from chattering, but to no avail. He snuggles deeper into the little warmth he gets from the blankets, and he can’t help thinking how pathetic he is. A few months ago he was leading the Mad Burnish and trying to stop Kray’s plans, and now he’s shivering despite being wrapped in two blankets, his eyes red and burning from lack of sleep. He hasn’t slept more than two hours straight in days. He’s been waking up with a frozen nose and icy skin.

Maybe that’s what has him standing and rubbing his arms as he walks towards Galo’s room. The door is slightly ajar and he nudges it open, peeking inside to see his friend soundly asleep. He’s not even wearing a shirt. Lio doesn’t understand how he isn’t a literal block of ice, but he figures Galo isn’t used to the warmth of the Promare like he is. He shivers and a jolt of cold shoots down his spine. He bites his lip as he moves towards the bed, his stomach churning. He stands there a moment, looking at Galo’s peaceful face. Strands of his hair fall across his forehead and Lio gets an overwhelming urge to sweep them away, but he stops his hand midway. He pulls it back to wrap around himself and tries to steady his shaking as much as possible. “G-Galo . . . ,” he whispers, but the man doesn’t stir. He swallows.

“Galo,” he says louder and he shifts. “G-Galo, wake u-up.”

His eyes squeeze tightly shut before they open, revealing that stunning teal. “Lio?” he asks groggily, wiping the sleep from his eyes. “What is it?”

He’s visibly more awake as he says this, sitting up as his gaze becomes clearer and his speech less slurred. “Is something wrong?”

Lio holds himself as still as he can possibly muster, but he still feels his muscles spasming. “Do you have an e-extra blanket?” he says softly, afraid if he speaks any louder he’ll lose control of his voice. Galo’s brow furrows slightly. “You’re still cold with two?”

His tone isn’t bitter. It’s more concerned. Lio shifts, feeling himself shudder as the movement breaks his resolve. “A l-little,” he mutters, wrapping his arms tighter around himself.

“Well, c’mere.”

Lio looks at him like he’s crazy as he extends his arms towards the blond. He feels his cheeks start to warm. It’s a pleasant sensation. “Wh-what do you mean?” he finds himself stuttering and Galo just smiles wider.

“I mean c’mere.”

Lio takes a shaky step forward, expecting Galo to scoot back, but he doesn’t. When Lio’s close enough, Galo grabs him around the middle and pulls him on top of him. Lio gasps at the sudden rush of cold air that whizzes past him, and when he comes to a halt on Galo’s chest, he hits his shoulder softly. “Galo!”

“You’re like ice,” he remarks and Lio huffs.

“How exactly is this helping?” he asks, trying to hide his slowly reddening cheeks behind his hair. But Galo’s hold on him is firm and he can’t do much to hide his face. “I’m keeping you warm with my burning soul!” he says cheerfully and Lio groans.

“Right.”

“Hey, it’s helping, isn’t it?”

He’s suddenly very aware of the fact that his fingers are pressed against Galo’s exposed chest and he’s definitely blushing now. Galo is practically radiating with heat, curse him, and Lio feels himself shiver as his warmth thaws his chilled bones. He lets out a sigh and melts into Galo’s arms, laying his head on the firefighter’s chest. “You are pretty warm . . . ,” he admits. He can’t see him, but he knows Galo’s smiling. “I told you! It’s my burning soul!”

Lio makes a pathetic sound as he snuggles further into Galo’s warmth and he thinks he hears the blue-haired man’s breath hitch. He lies there for a moment, basking in his body heat, until his human heater speaks up. “Were you this cold last night too?”

Lio doesn’t respond, his fingers sliding over Galos’ chest and shoulders absentmindedly. “Lio.”

“I . . . I’ve been cold this entire time . . . ,” he finally admits. “All the m-months I’ve been here. I’m not used to life without the Promare to keep me warm . . . .”

Galo is silent for a long moment. “Is that why you look so tired at work?”

Even though Galo is the biggest idiot on the face of the earth, he’s not really that dumb. He’s actually a lot smarter than anyone gives him credit for. “Yeah . . . those nights were really bad. Sometimes I couldn’t get any sleep at all.”

“What?” Galo exclaims, grabbing his shoulders and Lio raises his head. His heart stutters at the expression on his face, full of concern laced with what looks a little like heartbreak. “Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve let you come in here with me if I knew you were suffering through that.”

He suddenly feels very ashamed of not telling Galo and his stomach sinks a little. “I’m sorry,” he mutters, his eyes fixed on Galo’s collarbone. “I didn’t want to be a bother . . . .”

“Lio,” he says and the blond can’t help looking back into those beautiful teal eyes of his. “You aren’t a bother. I opened my apartment to you. It’s yours too. And I’m here for you, okay? Always. I want to help you if you need something. I’d give you the last clean spoon so you could eat your ice cream, man.”

Lio can’t help the giggle that escapes him at that. “What?! I would!” Galo cries, but he’s smiling too. He draws a design on his bicep. Something similar to a heart. “That’s very sweet of you,” he replies, half-jokingly. “You know I can’t live without my ice cream. Especially when I constantly feel like I’m in subzero temperatures.”

“Hey, it’s always best to eat ice cream when it’s cold outside.”

Lio gives him a look. “What?”

“You idiot,” he says, looking at him like he’s lost his mind. “You don’t eat ice cream when it’s cold.”

“Why not?” Galo asks genuinely. Lio can’t believe they’re having this discussion right now. “Because it’s cold.”

“So?”

“What do you mean so?”

“I think it’s good!”

Lio shakes his head. “There is seriously something wrong with you.”

Galo pouts and Lio wishes he could kiss it from his lips. He suddenly remembers a question he’s been meaning to ask for months. “Another thing that proves there’s something wrong with your brain,” he says, gently flicking Galo’s forehead. “If there even is one in there,” he mutters beneath his breath, to which Galo cries out indignantly. Lio fixes him with a smug gaze, unable to keep the smirk off his face. “Where did you learn to do CPR?”

“I . . . learned at Burning Rescue . . . .”

“Did they teach you to use tongue?” he asks teasingly, dragging a finger over Galo’s collarbone. His face turns bright red and Lio smirks, thinking he’s adorable. “U-Uh . . . ,” he stutters and Lio’s heart does so as well. “W-Well . . . it’s uh . . . .”

“It’s what?” Lio asks, leaning slightly closer to Galo’s face, feeling his heartbeat pounding against his chest where they touch. He quickly looks around before his gaze returns to lilac eyes. “I-It’s Burning Rescue procedure!”

Lio raises an eyebrow. “Oh really?”

“Y-Yeah!” he says quickly and Lio smirks.

“Do you always whimper when you do CPR too?”

“Y-Yes! It’s . . . good for . . . c-calming me down. R-Releasing a sound is good for expelling e-energy.”

“Oh, it had the opposite effect on me,” he purrs, stretching out a little on top of Galo. “I was quite excited hearing you make those sounds.”

Galo turns impossibly redder and Lio’s stomach is doing somersaults. “I wonder if I could make you make those sounds again . . . .”

“Yes,” Galo says suddenly and Lio thinks he hadn’t meant to. He glances away nervously and Lio has to try very hard to keep himself from saying ‘cute’ aloud. “Oh really? And what would I have to do to make that happen?” he asks mocking innocence and Galo opens his mouth before closing it again. His chest is rising and falling much more shallowly and Lio tilts his head slightly. “Looks like you’re having a bit of difficulty breathing there, Galo. Maybe I have to do CPR on you.”

Galo swallows thickly and Lio inches closer. “Maybe I’ll have to try the Burning Rescue technique while I’m at it,” he says, his lips brushing Galo’s as he speaks. Before the firefighter can respond, he leans the rest of the way forward, connecting their lips once more. Just like the rest of him, Galo’s lips feel like flames. He runs a hand over his burning skin to tangle in blue hair, gently slipping his tongue between Galo’s lips like he had done to Lio months before. He releases a sweet noise and Lio’s stomach somersaults at the sound, urging him to kiss him — sorry, do CPR on him — for the rest of time. Galo’s lips are soft and eager and welcoming and Lio feels like he’s drowning. Drowning in flames. His mind is blank and the entire world fades away as their tongues dance slowly in Galo’s mouth. Lio lets out a small moan, feeling himself starting to fade as exhaustion rudely interrupts his very important resuscitation.

He pulls away reluctantly, leaving both of them panting slightly. Galo gives him a crooked grin that has his heart skipping beats. “Wow . . . you’re really good at that . . . .”

“Well, I learned from the best,” he smiles, lightly pecking the tip of Galo’s nose. He lies down on his chest and lets out a sigh that takes all the tension in his back and shoulders with it. He melts into a puddle in Galo’s arms and presses a sleepy kiss to his collarbone. “We should get some sleep though.”

“We should. Sleep is good. Especially for my boyfriend.”

Lio’s entire body is set ablaze at that word and he lifts his head. “Boyfriend?”

Galo’s face falls. “I-If that’s okay. I . . . I really really like you and I-I thought —”

Lio silences him with a soft kiss. When he pulls away, he gives Galo a smile. “I really really like you too, dumbass.”

He can practically see the fear fade from his face and he smiles a little wider. “So it’s okay. It’s more than okay.”

He settles back into Galo’s arms and another sigh dances over his boyfriend’s skin. His boyfriend . . . .

He feels himself start to drift and he lets his eyelids fall heavily shut, thankful for the sweet relief from their exhausted burn. “Wow,” Galo’s voice pulls him from the beginnings of sleep. “Lio Fotia is my boyfriend.”

He giggles. “Yes,” he mumbles, pressing a soft kiss to Galo’s neck. “Now get some sleep, you idiot.”

“Okay,” he replies, wrapping his arms tighter around the blond. Lio hums and snuggles into Galo’s warmth, feeling himself start to fade. He’s lulled by the pattern of his breathing and the soft thud of his heartbeat, and soon he’s overcome with the wonderful embrace of sleep.

[nitewrighter]

The new Baptiste/Widowmaker voice lines give off big bitter exes energy

Ehhh I didn’t really get that vibe. And I don’t think Baptiste would hook up with her given the fact that Talon literally brainwashed her. I’ve written Baptiste demonstrating a certain amount of disturbance towards how Talon “programs” its assassins and heavy assault units and Baptiste demonstrating clear discomfort towards whatever the fuck Moira and Talon’s R&D department is doing. I feel like the closest thing to a positive emotion Baptiste might feel toward Widowmaker would be pity, and that’s... not really that positive, and she’d probably hate him for it because he views her as not actually having agency. Not to mention I feel like Blizzard’s really doubled down on Widowmaker’s “loyalty” to Talon. She questions Reaper on Sombra having her own agenda, and says “Tell me what needs to be done and I will do it” with Doomfist. A huge chunk of her personality has been replaced with loyalty to Talon, so Baptiste’s defection is an incomprehensible and unforgivable betrayal to her.

[atruelioness]

and ooh, it’s good to know...

i never thought i’d be writing this. i was going to leave it at 3 and done. i like 3. 3 is nice. 3 is neat. 3 is trinity. i figured that was all i would have to say anyway. that my confession would somehow lead to liberation and then would come love, then marriage, then baby carriage bc what else is marriage sex for?

anyway. 

soundtrack: amerie - just like me (on repeat).

“for somebody, somebody who’s just like me...”

i’m listening to old songs again to remember who i am. i used to be a woman so inside of herself that all she had to do was think and there it was. the truth.

now it seems like i have to search and surrender and sacrifice and scream from the mountaintops just for anything to be or feel or manifest itself as true. well, not anymore. i freed myself and broke chains all by myself or whatever beyonce and kendrick said as they were splashing barefoot through puddles.

i meant to password protect this. partially because i doubt you even read this. just like my IG stories. just like my book i sent you. just like everything i do that’s usually for a man’s ego and not his heart because naivety. mreeuh said stop using that word bc it’s a self-fulfilling prophecy but i say it because sometimes truth is the light you need to shine to dispel darkness.

plus i’m tired of hiding. my feelings. my heart. myself. man up and recognize a real one when you see her. or read her.

“somebody, somebody who feels like me.”

GOD WHAT IS THIS ALL FOR? i’m tired. i’m tired of loving with a heart with no sense of direction or GPS and making all the wrong turns that have me ending up exactly where i need to be each and every time like a pinned tweet.

can you be real without me fucking up first? can love be real without the frontin and denying and triangulation and abuse and emphasized and loved texts but never a text out of the blue (pun fucking intended and dismissed) to see how i am doing while i pray and basically ascend you and raise you as a king only for you to randomly and spontaneously sweat everyone but me so hard that they themselves have to question why you’re so obsessed with them. wyd?

like, no really, wassup with you? can i invoice you for all this wasted time because i could really use the money to get out of the situation i was never planning to get up out of in the first place. like, i get it. mans a huge fucking wasteman. huge bloodly bloodclaat pussyhole eediat. i get it get it or whatever drake said.

“that there’s somebody... there’s somebody, somebody who loves like me.”

but what was the point of being rescued only to wind up on the white horse by myself? i guess i could have rescued my damn self so i did but i keep giving credit where none is due. just like the logos i placed on that flier for no reason for people who would style me in a second, i built an entire throne in my heart and placed you on it just to get someone else off only to find that you never set it in anyway. you too busy being whoever the fuck you are when you’re not being the man of my dreams which seems to be any time spent outside of my own head which is why i wasn’t with the shits in the first place.

but hardhead. but hopeful romantic. but God. yeah yeah, ye ye ye. burn har like a burna boy song. do whatever makes your ego feel amazing because i guess all of m y love and and prayers and accolades and whatever the heaven i was doing was just me being a spiritual schoolas again and not a grown ass woman.

GOD NO REALLY WYD?

i’m ignoring every call and text and DM and email of my narcissistically abusive ex-lover for my possibly narcissistic crush to lead me on a long journey to nowhere. i say nowhere because how in the world could you get that close to love and decide you wanna subtweet her and the God she serves?

who are you and why did i ever think you were the One? what kinda illusion, what in the obeah, what kind of rice water did you dip your face in to come up with that one? who sent you so I can ship you right back to sender?

okay that was mean. but didn’t they tell you that i was a savage? didn’t your wife tell you that we could be heartless, regardless, of our conscience? women that is. i’m not upset or bitter so much as i am perplexed and disappointed.

do you know what i went through to trust you? i still have the worn out magazine. i still have a thousand blue items strung around my home. i still have this memory pressed inside of my head of how it felt to finally release that night to your music and how you felt like the only pure energy in the room. how i knew exactly what to do and where to sit even if i didn’t know what to say. how you were always where i could see you and how all of our favourite songs were playing. how i placed khanzi in your lap only to come out and find him in someone else’s. how many people have it twisted and still don’t get it.

“i’ve waited so long, for somebody who can do it like me.”

i don’t even wanna write about it anymore. i don’t want to spend another second on anything that isn’t real or God or love or all of the above.

i took it far enough to know i don’t need to take it any further. i went through this already. with so many others. didn’t i tell you? did i not recite jhene aikos stranger perfectly and wasn’t sparks will fly w. jcole about.... ? nah. no more.

never again. because next time i will be sure.

because i am a true lioness. because i don’t come easy. because i am a girl like this, in a world like this. because i’m a bbc queen, star.

what hapn to you?

i guess we’ll never know.  this is not me giving up, btw. this is me not giving in. to temptation. being delivered. not from evil, but still. amen. mentally and socially and culturally and verbally and spiritually preparing for africa. i said 2021 but jah9 said kenya 2020 and i’m like you know what, that could work. i just wanted to see vision 2020 come true for jamaica. i know i said forever, but 3 stacks said forever never feels that long until you’re grown.

and i’m a grown ass woman. again. there’s a song about this you’ll never listen to: xavier omar - grown woman. another xavier omar - blind man. and hours spent loving you (spzrkt).

“waited all my life, for somebody like... somebody who’s just like me.”

i mourn all the songs i’ll never get to play for you. i mourn all the locs i’ll never get to play in. i mourn khanzi and mocha’s play dates. i mourn those navy blue shorts and what i accidentally almost felt was in them and how for some reason in that moment i wasn’t shy whatsoever, and all the unspeakable things i did in the name of love and liberation.

by mourn i mean listen to r&b lol. by mourn i mean... damn, bruh. 

maybe next lifetime.

i’m not with ntn. just God alone.

still love you. but yeah, bless.

💙

[saigeboredeaux-blog]

long post warning !!

hello !! i think i might swap naeva in for somebody else just b/c i’m having trouble getting inside naeva’s head, probably b/c she tries to be rly responsible n like...............i am not responsible. i am nowhere near the realm of responsible. my idea of a good time is trash-diving with possums and running from cops. she drinks tea daily and naps like twice a day. i love her a lot but go crazy aaa go stupid, y’know

so i have a few options if anybody would like to ?? help me figure it out and/or if i should stick it out w/ naeva n become a functioning adult like she tries to be

here r my other three babies i’m considering (TW: mentions of addiction, violence implications, car accident implications.)

saige - liana liberato fc - i created her in 2013 as a drunk pixie and that is. essentially her personality. sort of an optimist ? just very friendly n happy vibes n very much a party gal, if anything she’s sort of an idealist ? puts others before herself, very bubbly, very reckless, she’s got a problem w/ addictive substances in. a few forms. rich but her parents like...are on the verge of disowning her b/c she tarnishes their reputation far too much. takes up as many hobbies as possible b/c she hates being bored. the worse of a person u are the most likely she is 2 be attracted 2 u and that’s like. essentially law. chaotic good, i’d say, she’s v well-meaning but is also a lil ignorant in terms of like...she’s very rich. she’s very irresponsible with her money. i dont think she knows how to do taxes or where her money goes. donates massively 2 charity tho. her mom’s a fashion designer n they dont rly talk much but her mom does send her like. things b4 they go public and saige 100% always gives the items away just 2 fuck w/ her mom lmao. both passive and active like she’s very energetic n while she doesn’t rly take anybody’s bullshit she’s more likely to just laugh it off than retort back unless she’s like super hurt n then i black out and her emotions take over n i wake up and she’s gone thru like fifty paragraphs of angst. shes the love of my life. 

annabel - emma mackey/medalion rahimi fc - her original fc is maddie hasson but like ... emma mackey fits her better but also ... i’ve never used medalion and i’m p gay for her so ... - anyways. goes by anna pretty exclusively n will possibly threaten u with actual physical violence if u call her anything else (this does not stop people). ex-ballerina whomstve got into a particularly bad accident n now cannot dance anymore! she has a limp and uses a cane more often than not even when the pain isn’t as bad that day. it also doubles as a weapon if need be (some mf kaz brekker vibes). soft punk but like Secretly Soft. her mom left when she was a kid so she’s always been bitter abt it which ofc led to years of cynicism. she’s v close 2 her dad tho. she can come off as mean but it’s mostly an accident she’s rly honest and also a bit of an insensitive asshole? she’s a writer of both fiction n lyrics b/c that is what she’s happiest doing. a Scammer from an early age lmao. pretended 2 b a girl scout when she was like 12. faked being a psychic the entirety of high school. probably is writing a series abt the shit tht happens in lockwood w/ changed names bc fuck. shit’s juicy. but i may also run into the same problem w/ anna that im in w/ naeva rn so sidofg

maribel - ella purnell fc - an absolute. sweetheart. comes from an air force family so her household has always been rly strict. has always felt rly out of place (middle kid syndrome prolly) and she’s like. very bad at a lot of things. like just absolutely garbage. has two siblings n theyre both real talented but maribel’s very much Not. or like, in anything practical at least. is always getting fired from her jobs like...she goes thru jobs so often...bc she’s so bad at them...she’s so clumsy, too. socially awkward. like she’s so awkward, she’s only rly ever had one friend n they went missing so she’s very bad w/ social interactions. she actually...is rly good at hacking? and forging shit? b/c she wanted to impress the popular kids in her boarding school so they’d like her but they just used her. she makes fake IDs. used to be rly on that nancy drew shit b/c her school was in nevada n like .. aliens, bro. and just general like...being nosy when she shouldn’t be. stopped being on that nancy drew shit after getting caught trying to break into area 51 and disappointing her parents even further. rambles and overtalks a lot. wanted do do smth science-y b/c shes actually rly good n smart at biology n chemistry but her parents were like ew no n she’s doing journalism instead so she complied b/c she doesnt have a backbone. turns into a much more outgoing person when she drinks but she also doesnt drink tht often. prolly used to be a stoner tho.

and then i’m bringing in aleta for hendrix and she’s essentially one of cinderella’s evil step sisters. so i m not sure if i should bring in anna bc they’ve got p similar personalities or being hardheaded n spiteful even if some of their defining experiences make them two completely different people ijsdkfglh. i’m also planning on bringing in cain at some point in the future still !! i just think that the block in my head will be removed if i deal with naeva first.

absolutely am not dropping amos as he is my lifeline. his chaotic energy is what fuels me. if he goes i would probably cease to exist. i may go on a semi-hiatus for this week just so i can sort out what i’m doing with naeva but amos will be pretty solid just b/c he’s always verging on nonsensical.

tl;dr - help me pick a new character b/c my brain doesn’t work very well !

[overdrivels]

Hiyah dear! I saw your requests were open and I'm so excited! I was inspired by your piece about Hanzo I hope it's okay that it made me want some more "awkward" *wink wink* bed sharing. Gabriel continued to smirk at your expense. "What carino?" He questioned, "never shared a bed with another man before?" You huffed before throwing the bag that contained your gear on the ground next to the night stand. "Of course I have. That man wasn't my commander though"

Old Habits

”Doesn’t Blackwatch have a large budget? How the hell did we wind up with a single bed in a cheap motel?” 

“Be grateful we even have a room at all, cariño.” Your commander, Gabriel Reyes, seemed to have no problem with the situation at all as he opened the door. “We blew most of it getting a certain ingrate back home.”

“Oh, the ransom thing last week?” 

You followed in after him, exhausted after a long car ride in the scorching sun that soon turned into a frigid night. Weather in Arizona was wild. A bed sounded great to your aching everything right about now, but you know it’s one bed only and one of you will have to take the floor, or you’ll both have to share. And while it’s not ideal, it wasn’t all bad because have you seen Commander Reyes? He’s not exactly hard to look at. 

“Yeah.” Gabriel sounded bitter and, you suspect, a tad fond as he recounted the memory. “Damn fool took the stupid ransom and the hostage. The collateral damage from that fire fight took out most of our resources.” 

He tossed his bag at the bed where it bounced slightly before settling itself in the middle of the bed. Your jaw clenched when you saw it.

“It’s small.” 

The entire length of it looked like it could barely contain your commander’s shoulders, let alone the both of you. You were both going to sleep there?

“Don’t worry, it’s just sleeping. Nothing’s going to happen.” He took a seat on the bed and began to take off his boots, a smirk playing on his lips. 

You, on the other hand, remained near the door, arms crossed and still loaded with all your belongings, eyeing the bed warily. “I’d really rather not toe that line.”

He shrugged casually, tossing his heavy boots into a corner. “I’ll sleep on the floor, then.”

“No, you’re the commander.” And as unappealing as it sounded to your aching body, you insisted, “I’ll sleep on the floor. Rather do that than wake up with some story for McCree to laugh at.” 

Gabriel gave you a look like he knew something that you didn’t. “It’s just sleep,” he repeated, “unless you expect something else to happen for the ingrate to laugh about?” 

You spluttered, heat creeping up the back of your neck. “No! I just…don’t know if it’s appropriate for me to share a bed with you.” 

Gabriel continued to smirk at your expense. 

“What, cariño?” he questioned. “Never shared a bed with another man before?”

You huffed before throwing the bag that contained your gear on the ground next to the night stand. “Of course I have. That man wasn’t my commander though.”

The bag itself made a very satisfying thud that solidified the end of your current conversation. You really didn’t need to hear that from him, and wondered if he even knew that you had very recently broken up with your boyfriend of four years. It still tore you up a little bit on the inside whenever you thought of it. But your commander couldn’t have known that. Or, at the very least, he couldn’t be interested in that sort of thing. 

“So that means I’m your first.” 

Your face nearly exploded at the innuendo, and you’re sure you look ridiculous because the next thing you know, your commander was killing himself with laughter that shook the bed. You slapped a hand to your face, muttering a “I can’t believe you”, and making your way to your duffel bag to fetch some clothes. Honestly, when this man is not trying to be a commander, he could be just so…normal. 

“I’m going to take a shower,” you declared. 

Your commander, who lounged against the pillows like he owned the entire bed, hands folded behind his head in a show of ease, nodded at you. “Don’t let me stop you.” 

“I’m not,” you called. You didn’t want to imagine what would happen if he wanted to. 

A combat shower and some fresh clothes later, you’re out the door again and back into the room. 

“Your turn.” 

Gabriel clicked off his holopad–he looked like he was reading some reports and communications, but you couldn’t really tell. 

“Save any hot water for me?” he asked cheekily as he got up. You tried not to roll your eyes. 

“Would I be in trouble if I didn’t?” 

You had your back turned when you shoved your previous clothes into your bag so you couldn’t see him shrug or give you a look like he was thinking of something wicked. But you heard it in his tone. 

“I think Morrison would piss himself laughing,” he said. “An agent forced to retire because of a lack of respect for the sacred art of military showers.” 

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not the one who disrespects showers.” 

“I didn’t!” Your defense was lost on him anyway when he shut the door on you, leaving you alone in the room again. You growled, annoyed that your boss had defeated you in a impromptu game of snark, but also extremely amused at his lax attitude. 

You looked back at the little bed, which now seemed a lot bigger. Okay, perhaps there was more room than it initially seemed. Your anxiety about sharing a bed with your commander must’ve been giving you some sort of tunnel vision. Without further ado, you crawled into the bed, noting with some embarrassingly hyper-sensitive consciousness that your commander’s side of the bed was still alarmingly warm and somewhat dented from his weight. 

It admittingly (in a creepy way) felt nice amidst the chillier air the night had to offer. You huddled beneath the blankets, ready to just go to sleep--it’s been a long day, and you’re sure you have an even longer morning ahead of you. You don’t even realize that you’ve dozed off lightly until you hear by your ear, “Going to sleep so soon, cariño?” 

You grumbled and started swatting at the air, a small bit of grumpiness settling in from being woken up from the brief sleep you didn’t know you took. 

“Yes, now let me sleep.” The blankets are warm now, and if you turned your face, the pillow was blissfully cool. This was awesome. And your commander chuckled in your ear, deep and smooth--you could fall asleep to that without issue, until a nagging thought hovered over your consciousness without the filter to prevent it from coming out. 

“Commander.”

“Hm? What is it?”

You feel his weight sink the bed beside you as he slipped in, pulling open the blankets for himself--you hissed and tugged them around you tight. But that was quickly rectified when you could feel his body heat beside you, warming up the entire bed. This was nice, comfortable. There really was more room than you thought if you weren’t even touching him right now.

“You never told me ‘cariño’ means.” 

“Would you like to find out?” His tone was suggestive, sly, and teasing--you were being made fun of. 

“No,” you said firmly. You’re sure it didn’t mean anything good, and you didn’t want to have to find out and settled for a “Good night, commande--r.” 

You couldn’t help yawning, and you could hear Gabriel chuckling again, this time, the sound seemed to reverberate through the bed, rocking it gently. 

“Good night, agent.” 

Sleep came easier to you than it ever did since your break-up with your boyfriend. Maybe it was the fact that your commander, one of the people you’ve learned to trust with your life, was beside you, or the warmth he emitted was just that comforting. It didn’t matter, what mattered was the sleep that claimed you--dreamless and restful. 

When morning came, however, your mind came to wakefulness with the speed of molasses. Having slept alone in a bed for nearly a month that had held two bodies in it for over a year, you couldn’t help but press into the side of the body beside you, an arm draped over his middle. Still sleep-addled and trained by habit, you craned your neck up to give your bed-mate a kiss on the underside of his scruffy chin.

“Morning, love,” you mumbled, resting your head back onto a pectoral that felt a little more pronounced than you’re used to. It was comfortable, though. 

The slow rumble of laughter that rolled through you sounded different, too. 

“Good morning to you, too, cariño.”

You’ve never been awake so fast in your life. You jumped up and scrambled to get the hell away from the voice of your obvious not-boyfriend, not by a long shot, nearly kicking him in the face. 

“C-command–I’m so sorry,” you stuttered, back to the wall and legs still frantically kicking against blankets as you tried to press yourself as far as you could from Gabriel, embarrassment and panic making your mouth race. “I-I was-I was asleep and you’re there, and I forgot, and I just thought that you were my ex, and–I mean, you’re nothing like him, you’re definitely, definitely nothing alike–and–oh shit, I’m just so, so–so, so, so sorry.”

“Thinking of another man while I’m in your bed,” he mused coyly, propping himself up and shooting you a sly grin that you’re sure was teasing. “Naughty.” You didn’t notice last night, but you could see now that he was wearing only a t-shirt and some boxers, and the light from the window shone behind him like a halo and you couldn’t help but stare at that face and think that this man, feared commander of the dark-side of the worldwide peace-keeping organization, looked like a damned angel. 

A blaze of fire ignited your chest and face, and an anxious sort of energy made your fingers tremble, and your breath shallow. A whirlwind of emotions numbed your tongue and higher brain functions, body going into a frenzy–this was easily the most awkward thing you’ve ever woken up to. 

If this got out, and you’re almost certain it will–you’re not sure how–Jesse was going to have a field day. 

[thatonedaydream]

Next to you (part 2)

In an AU where Regis has passed away of old age and the mantle of king has fallen to Noctis only recently, you’re a regular citizen of Insomnia who’s managed to move into a new place with a friendly neighbour who you never see. part 1 here

Summary: A friend tells you she’s leaving.

You huffed lightly as you played on your phone in the lobby of the corporate building you worked in. It was pretty typical of your friend to make you wait, but every time you tried to match their timing and leave a little later to meet them, you’d still be early and left waiting.

It didn’t seem so bad this time around though. Since that evening with your mysterious neighbour, you had become more involved in playing ‘King’s Knight’ and had managed to make a decent team. Your co-workers were thrilled to hear that you had managed to pull some decent legendary characters.

“Are you messaging your boyfriend?” Someone rested their chin on your shoulder and drawled.

“Ah—Arie, you finally made it!” You turned around to launch yourself into your friend’s arms; she was ready to receive you as always.

Aranea Highwind was a very interesting friend of yours who looked like a perfect blond model, acted much like a gangster and dressed like a rock star. She never told you much about her work, only that it was in the security industry and that she really couldn’t say much more about it. You had met her during an impromptu bar crawl with your ex and his friends. She had noticed that you were very out of your element and a little uncomfortable and so kept you company. While you hadn’t enjoyed the night, it was probably one of the best memories you had because if it hadn’t happened, you wouldn’t have had met Aranea who had become irreplaceable since then.

“Sorry, I’m late as per usual.” The blonde threw an arm around your shoulder and led you out of the lobby. “You’ve got an hour for lunch right? How much of your break did I waste?” The heels of Aranea’s boots clicked on the stairs as you both wandered out. Her pace was always fast like she always had some place to go. While it was admirable, it did make it feel like you had to jog beside her to keep up.

“About ten minutes, but it’s okay, I’ll work late tonight to cover the time. This place has decent flexible work hours, thank the Six—turn down this street, there’s a nice quiet restaurant where we can talk for a bit.”

“D’you mind if I drink? I got some news for you; not sure if you’ll like it or hate it. Probably both.” Aranea threw a smirk your way and you laughed. Whenever you spent time with her, it was like something in you recharged. 

You knew that your ex and his friends (now long gone from your life) hadn’t approved of your friendship with her. You had never figured out why. Was it because she seemed like she’d be trouble? She never sugar-coated her words or really apologised for anything to do with her brash attitude, but beneath all of that, you always knew she was sweet and kind. 

You figured Aranea never had to apologise for much when she always thought about what she wanted to say before she said it. It just sharpened her words that little bit more—maybe that’s why people found it hard to be around her during sensitive times.

When the two of you settled into a booth Aranea was quick to order a beer for herself and your favourite non-alcoholic drink for you. “I’ll pay for lunch today. You get the next one.” The blonde decided suddenly and it made you suspicious.

“I feel like this news you’re about to tell me isn’t as casual as you make it out to be.” You opened the menu and politely pretended to look over what was available, but you already knew what you were going to get. This was one of your favourite places to get lunch at work.

“Why do you think I said you’d either love it or hate it?” Aranea shrugged and thanked the waiter as they brought the drinks. The two of you quickly ordered as well and your friend waited until the waiter was out of earshot before speaking again. “So, I’m moving—like, out of Insomnia.”

You frowned. “Like… ‘I’m not coming back’, out of Insomnia?” A slight panic welled in you. “What? Why?” You leant forward and hissed. “What happened?”

Aranea waved her hands. “It’s a good thing—I got a pretty sweet gig all the way in Altissia and I have a feeling it’s going to be huge.” She punctuates huge by drawing the word out, but also expanding the space between her hands. “I can’t talk about it because it’s top-secret, but I had to tell you that I’m going.” There’s a passionate gleam in her eyes that she only got when she was either up to no good or very excited; you had no doubt that there was a chance that her next job could be both.

Either way, the news punched you in the chest and left you feeling like the air was quickly escaping your lungs. “Altissia is so far away.” It was great that Aranea had managed to find a job she was excited to move for, but it was far away from you. You wouldn’t be able to meet her face-to-face, it wouldn’t be easy to talk because of the time difference either and—

“C’mon, don’t cry on me.” Aranea took her provided napkins and pretty much shoved it over your eye that had leaked a tear. It stuck to your face and it made you laugh briefly before you sniffled. “It’s not that far and we don’t live in the dark ages. I’ll message you when I can. Take pictures to show you the pretty sights—all that cheesy jazz.”

“Will you come visit, Arie?” You dabbed your eye with the napkin and took a deep breath. “Will you promise to come visit?”

“Will you come visit me?” The blonde smirked. “I can’t tell you exactly where I’m going, but I know you’d love it. Once I’m settled, I’m definitely getting you out of Insomnia for a holiday.” Her gaze slowly trailed to the TV set on the far wall.

It sounded like she muttered ‘speaking of’ as you turned in your seat to see what she was looking at. There was a news broadcast playing and while you couldn’t hear what was going on, you recognised that it was King Noctis speaking. There must have been some big announcement.

“Treaty business.” Aranea’s eyes were still glued to the screen as you sat properly in your seat again. “I heard the young King of Tenebrae and his Oracle sister are trying to plan something like an official meeting to show our king some support or whatever.” She shrugged. “Not like everyone doesn’t already know they back our royal pretty boy—they’ve been family friends since forever.”

Aranea always sounded so bitter and cynical when it came to dealings with royalty or anyone of status. It made you giggle a little. “I think it’s nice they’re publicly supporting him. It can’t be easy putting on a crown at such a young age. His father had done such a good job too—he’s got some big shoes to fill.” You laughed as Aranea rolled her eyes at you empathetic opinion. “Oh Arie, I’m going to miss you so much.” You’d miss her attitude, her energy.

The food arrived and Aranea chose to flick a single grain of her food at your face instead of actually verbally retorting. “I’ll miss you too, y’know. Not that I care so much what other people think, but you’re the only one I feel like I can be myself around—it doesn’t matter how much attitude I have, you’re not going to walk away saying shit about it.” She pulled a face as she shovelled some food into her mouth. “Altissia’s gonna be full of stuck up stiffs.”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full!” You scolded playfully, although you spoke around a mouthful of your meal too. “That’s kind of an unfair judgement of the people of Altissia. Surely your employer sees your strong personality as something positive. They wouldn’t have hired you otherwise.”

Aranea’s gaze drifted to the TV behind you again. “...Mmhm.”

★★

You did your usual greeting to your empty apartment as soon as you stepped inside. Flopping onto the couch, you buried your face into the cushion with your arms over your head. You were happy for Aranea and the reasons she was leaving, but you were upset at the idea of her actually going. She was one of your pillars of support during your break up. She helped you get the apartment you were in now. It was never easy coming to terms with that feeling of someone close moving away. It wouldn’t affect the friendship, but it would in a way.

“Ugh, this sucks.” Your groan was muffled by the cushion and you shifted to lie on your side so you could play on your phone.

You skipped over the social media and loaded up ‘King’s Knight’. It was silly, but the game gave you little feelings of satisfaction every time you completed a stage or managed to get items you were looking for. You wondered if maybe it was a hint that you needed to seek something else in real life to give you those feelings of satisfaction and achievement.

There was something else about the game that kept you coming back.

— [inLuminis] has sent you a message! —

You weren’t sure why you were so excited when you saw the notification, but you couldn’t help the smile that grew on your face. You hadn’t heard from your neighbour in a little over a week and you guessed they weren’t kidding when they said sometimes they just weren’t home. Still, your interactions continued within ‘King’s Knight’. Over the week, you’d receive helpful items or units to assist you in all your quests.

There had been no messages up until now, however. The messaging system within the game was rudimentary and extremely limited. During the week you had thought of messaging ‘hey how r u’, but you always chickened out, scared that your neighbour would think it a little creepy or inappropriate.

[inLuminis] said: check ast. unit!

You had no idea what they meant at first, but when you sounded it out, it sounded like it might have meant ‘assist unit’ and you did so. “Ah! YES!” You cheered when you saw what was waiting for you. Empyrean King Regilis. Your neighbour had managed to get the character they had wanted and you were so happy for them.

You said: so happy 4 u! You said: congrats!!!!

You weren’t sure when they had sent you the message as you hadn’t checked the game since you had seen Aranea earlier in the day, but you sent one back for the them to read, not really expecting a reply anytime soon. Although—

[inLuminis] said: thx :) [inLuminis] said: lots of $$$ tho :(

“Oh, they’re online.” You sat up, feeling more energised and smiled at their little admission. In your head, you imagined their frown to be closer to a pout.

You said: worth it! r u workin late [inLuminis] said: yeh. on break atm

Damn. You looked at the time and frowned. It was past 8 pm and they were only on break? You wondered what they did for a living to have to work so hard. You really didn’t envy them.

You said: :( do your best! You said: $$$ 4 more legendaries [inLuminis] said: lololol bad mentality [inLuminis] said: my friend wuld scold u [inLuminis] said: like a kid You said: its ur money! You said: u an adult You said: tell them 2 shove it [inLuminis] said: lolol ill tell him [inLuminis] said: u said that :)

As you typed in your next message you paused. It was difficult to try and keep talking through the stupid game. Would it be inappropriate to ask for a chat app ID? You typed in a few messages into the field but kept deleting them, feeling that it would be overstepping some boundaries. You wanted to get to know your neighbour better, but you were scared of chasing them away. Why was making friends so hard?!

[inLuminis] said: chat app ID? [inLuminis] said: hard 2 talk [inLuminis] said: is ok if u say no You said: !!!!! was gona ask You said: was scared 2 ask

You gave them your ID for the chat app and waited. What was this anticipation? Would they message you first or should you message them after you accept the request? Wait, why were you over thinking it?! It didn’t matter how much you thought about it, as soon as you saw the request pop up you accepted it. They wouldn’t think it was weird right?

Before you could figure out a good starting message, a voice message was sent through.

Luminous sent a voice message ► “Hey, sorry King’s Knight sucks for chat. I hope you don’t mind adding me here. I’m about to get back to work, but the weekend is about to start for you, right? Have a great one for me, neighbour.”

You hadn’t expected a voice message, but it was good hearing them again. They were so friendly too, it warmed your heart. Listening to the message a couple more times, you thought of something to reply with.

You sent a voice message ► “Don’t tell me you’re working through the weekend! You’re making me feel bad, haha. Rest well, when you can. Message me whenever you like and um—thanks for adding me—um, you know I don’t know what to call you. Let me know when you think of a name! Good night.”

You put your phone down to go make some food to eat and putter about the house. Some part of you felt like if you waited for a reply you’d be doing something foolish; plus your neighbour had said they were going back to work. What kind of job had people working so late into the evening? You supposed some of the execs in your old corporate job had to stay back quite late during some projects. Maybe your neighbour was an executive somewhere? Maybe it was just shift work?

Just as you were about to go to bed, you saw that you had one last unread message.

Luminous: ‘N’ is good, for ‘neighbour’ since I’m your neighbour :P

“N, huh? Well, if that’s what you choose...” You sent a voice message before going to sleep.

You sent a voice message ► “Good night, N—for whenever you get this. Sleep well and take care.”

Sometime early morning, N listened to your message and smiled as he looked over Insomnia. “Sweet dreams.”

★★★★★

A/N: N does tell his friend you said ‘shove off’ though. Come back, Arie. :(

part 3 |     masterlist

[becomingamermaid]

I never once talked about the situation, well on and off with a friend or two but rather i never vented in the way i needed to about a situation and i’m tired of holding it in. Normally I’m not an angry or vengeful person, though I feel I could be if pushed, I simply move on.I meditate allow my feelings to pass constructively and with time and energy, I move on. I don’t hurt people with my hurt.

 Anger is a tiring thing to keep holding onto but lately i’m thinking of an ex friend. We were friends a good 3-4 years, and i realized today that I didn’t miss them, i missed our memories, the good times because realistically I haven’t felt a connection that deeply with my writing in a long time. We worked well together from a stand point. We were friends but i couldn’t take the toxic situation that had just been building up. I needed peace of mind. I needed sanity. I got hurt to the point where I cried and I couln’t do it.

I do miss them. I really do, but i know the stress would just return and I can’t be that type of emotional mule. I’m mostly angry that in the scheme of things. Like I put so much emotional labor into this thing and did not get the same amount back and it really hurt me.

I am legit scared to death of people. Over the past years as my illnesses have gotten worse to the point where i was in near constant hospitalization, i have developed a fear of people. I don’t talk in public and it’s so low that most people are genuninuely surprised when i talk. or even more so, laugh.So friends are in short supply and try as I might, I can’t shake that ‘weird’ label. I have dissected myself to the point there is nothing left to critique. Like it or not, i’m ‘different’, ‘quirky’, ‘nice but strange’. I don’t fit in. point blank. I even try very hard to talk like everyone else and it is starting to trip me up a bit because i’m focusing too hard on saying ‘the right thing’

So losing a friend for anyone is a painful experience. I don’t like losing friends but I couldn’t take it anymore. I just couldn’t and I’m mad that I can’t find someone who gives me that same connection in a writing style. It isn’t to say my current partner is bad, oh no, on the contrary but something feels missing every time I go to this hobby and try as I might, I cant get that spark back--fully back.

Me with my millions of ideas fall flat, dry. I used to get excited beyond measure an while I’m still excited and love to chat about it, something else is missing, that creative connective element that made rping...what? It’s not fun, because I do have fun. (I laugh and enjoy myself all the same) Relatable? I think.  I got to explore things previously that I otherwise don’t get to do now and it’s got me bummed out  a bit. It takes time to build that all up again and not everyone realistically wants to explore heavier topics (and i try to be respectful of that and of people) but i really do miss that element. I miss the action. I miss the connection I had with my characters that pushed me to really think and feel and express.

So while I am still bitter over the situation and will be for some time, i’m bummed out. End of the day i feel disposable, cast aside and away (they started removing me and i just blocked them end of discussion) and my life feels significantly different. I went through all of this stress and in the end they played the victim. They got a little more sympathy and all I got was a bitter rejected feeling in my mouth. I got a little more lonely.

Long story short, I miss what gave me the ultimate fulfillment or maybe satisfaction and I can’t seem to get that back again. I’ve tried to reach out but my attempts fall flat. I understand that I put a lot into what I do, even to the point where I dissuade people but i need someone to match the same level of output I put out or maybe it’s that I need people to get me in a way that maybe I’m not communicating effectively.

Either way, I’m a little bummed out about a person who could give a shit and has moved on, even if I haven’t all of the way. I yearn for some stable creative spark but  that keeps coming and fuzzing away.

When I disconnect from something, it really really shows. I can’t force myself to get into something and i end up losing it entirely. So i’m cutting this short so that I stop whining or about to cry but I feel really distraught and upset over this whole thing and I feel like I haven’t gotten my entire feelings out in a way that I can get over the entire situation fully.

3-4 years is a lot to put into something and not get the same rewards reaped. And I’m b i t t e r.

[squishysvt]

Kindergarten Teacher!Seventeen

Request: seventeen as kindergarten teacher?

Apologies for taking so long! My exams wrapped up today so I’m finally free :^) Enjoy this cute memey bullet pointed request! -Admin Madi

Seungcheol:

Would feel as though he is the real father of all the children AKA loves them all dearly and would literally do anything for them

Teaches the kids important life lessons & to be very respectful so they grow up nicely! But also teaches them to have fun & enjoy everything they do!!

Tells them really bad dad jokes that make them really giggly and hyper but also makes them question their own dads bc “why can’t you be as funny as Mr.Choi?”

Is really keen on making sure they all eat enough and are dressed warm in winter bc his children must not get sick!!

The type of teacher to pat their heads as they leave the classroom and tell everyone about all the cute moments that happened that day

Jeonghan:

Tries really hard to be liked by all the kids and whines to his friends when they don’t show him enough affection

Is really nonchalant when they ask him mundane questions,, “Is it true that Santa isn’t real?” “Mhm.” lmfao he wouldn’t sugar coat anything bc he doesn’t want them to be hurt when they find things out later on in life

He’d also be that one teacher you can depend on like can’t get that juice box open? Mr.Yoon will open it for you dw he’s reliable my man

Has a super close bond with his students,,when they can tell he’s quieter than normal or having a bad day they’ll make him drawings that he hangs on his fridge and keeps till he’s 80

Loves to compliment the kids on e v e r y t h i n g like you colored inside the lines? They’re showered with praise and genuine admiration

Joshua:

Incorporates all of the kids favorite things into his lessons ex) gives them gummy bears when they answer a question right,,makes math problems about cartoon characters and covers the walls in colorful posters

Is the #1 kindergarten teacher when it comes to crying/upset children,, Literally so comforting y’all he’ll crouch down and wipe their tears away and cheer them up with some lame motivational speech that the kids think is legendary

Is super clumsy like he literally hits his legs off the desks and trips on the tiny chairs, but is somehow incredibly gentle with his actions and words

Is super supportive of everything the children do and what ideas they come up with,,You want to be an astronaut? He’ll offer to help build a rocketship for you

Is that one teacher that is oblivious to almost everything that is going on yet continues to be everyone's favorite bc he lets them do whatever they want

Jun:

Ok I feel like kindergarten teacher Jun would take his job hella seriously like this guy literally walks in on the first day with a suit and glasses, hair gelled up and crayons ready to be dispersed

But his cool image lowkey intimidates the kids and so they ask him to stop with the theatrics and he ends up wearing black jeans and striped shirts the whole year bc relatable

He’s one of the advocators for the quiet kids and probably favors that one little shy kid who never speaks but is the sweetest thing on earth

Everyday is show n tell like if you want to show the class a rock you found outside 10 minutes ago be my guest

Is overly dramatic 100% of the time, his pencil broke *cue the deep sigh*, he spilt spaghetti on his slacks? *has 911 on speed dial* and lets the kids out early for recess

Hoshi:

Brings so much high energy and fun to the class that the kids literally never want to leave and won’t pry themselves off when their parents come for them

Wants to accommodate everyone's learning needs and spends most of his nights thinking of little things he can implement to ensure they’re working to their full potential

Pulls a chair up next to the children at those hella low tables during snack break and whips out his own lunchbox that he packed himself (it’s loaded with gummies)

Promises that they’ll watch a movie or have playtime if they do well on their work but doesn’t care if they fail bc he wants to see the care bears just as badly as them

Creates a class cheer or some catchphrase that they all shout when grouped together like the squad they truly are

Wonwoo:

Okay so being a kindergarten teacher was never in his agenda but he has this soft spot for kids and seeing that look of happiness that spreads across their faces when they understand/learn something!! It’s precious ok

Is super duper awkward at first bc yo, how do you handle kids? He was so stiff and monotone that the kids literally thought their teacher was a robot and spread a rumor which got to the parents and Mr.Jeon got a very concerned phone call from a handful of mothers.

Is a really organized teacher and loves sitting down with each child individually and helping them with their reading!! It’s so cute he keeps a little notebook to the side to document their progress and personally chooses which books each child would like :)

The children still think that he’s super mysterious and are genuinely curious about what he does outside of school. The fact that they even care that much for him makes his heart melt and he always tells them little facts about himself if they’re being good that day.

He basically goes from this really quiet reserved guy to the world's dorkiest teacher who gushes to his class about his favorite cereal flavors and helps them operate the microwave on the daily

Woozi:

An amazing teacher. Literally goes ham with teaching the class how to add/subtract and raises an army of tiny geniuses. He’s always so lowkey proud that whenever anyone praises him or his class he gets all red and flustered bc yes, he did that.

He’s one of those teachers that wants you to succeed in life and do well but honestly, his class is so cute and he loves giving them breaks where they just all sit in a circle and talk about toys and tv shows and eat cookies.

He’s a sort of closed off guy, but he never hesitates to get to know the kids better and what they like. He’s so genuinely interested that he spends most nights trying to keep up with the hip shows and terms the kids are using

Will never fail to bring in homemade cupcakes on everyone's birthday with their favorite color of icing and a card signed by the whole class for them! They all gather around with little party hats and have a wholesome time!!

Will never admit to it but cries when his class moves on to the next grade and he’s left with all those cute ass memories,, how is he ever going to get over them?? Send him a new batch pronto

DK:

Literally fits in with the kids like can he be classified as a teacher? Instead of taking breaks to drink coffee and adult he plays with toy cars and dolls with the kids on the floor at break time.

He never stops smiling, it’s actually so contagious his smile cures everything. The kids are so positive and content when he’s around that there’s hardly ever a problem with behaviour in his classroom

One of those teachers to have those periods where he gets each child to say a compliment about each other and it’s so cute!! The things they come up with are so pure that he wants to just adopt them all tbh

Probably strays from teaching half the time and gets them to do a lot of arts and crafts projects to give to their parents :”) but he adds in little life lessons along the way and why you need to be nice to everyone lmao no bitterness in this class allowed

Always struggles to open the milk cartons properly but doesn’t want to appear incapable so he pre-opens all of them to make life easier on everyone. Also always drops food on the floor, literally mark it down; every wednesday he will without a doubt sacrifice his slice of pepperoni to the flood gods

Mingyu:

I know there’s this running joke that Mingyu is nasty but honestly he’d be that teacher who makes you use hand sanitizer 24/7. The kids hate it bc it smells horrible and tastes awful but Mr.Kim isn’t taking any of that crap from the kids but opts to buy a scented sanitizer to compromise.

The kids come up to him constantly and tell him useless information but just love seeing how he’ll react to the news. Mingyu is so expressive and endearing that a kid could literally say they sharpened a pencil and he’d be like :OO

Listen, all of the mothers have a lowkey crush on Mingyu and everyone knows it- except Mingyu. The children drop hints all the time and he just laughs and shakes his head and hits them with the “Aha, cute kid.”

He’d help zip and button up all of the children’s coats before they go outside and tie all their shoelaces and watch them very carefully to make sure that they don’t get hurt!

Also always has band-aids on hand, whether they’re stuffed in his pockets or in his bag, he always has them in case of emergencies! He has a great variety too, hit him up if you ever want a Hello Kitty band-aid :)

Minghao:

The kindergarten teacher with great balance. He’s playful and bright with the kids, but knows how to properly discipline them when needed. He’s that one teacher who looks like a sweetheart but will not hesitate to snap and go off on you

Tries really hard to make everything really easy to understand but ends up confusing himself and talks in circles. Doesn’t know whether to correct his mistakes or just roll with it bc they’re impressionable children and won’t know the difference.

The type to put class photos all over the walls and door. He’s like a proud dad and wants to display his family for all to see. He really cares for the kiddies & everyone needs to know that he has the best kindergarten class on the block or else he’ll be really bitter.

Fumbles a lot with organizing lessons and getting things together, but mostly pulls thru by sheer luck and the help of the kids healing smiles and multiple coffee breaks.

Is really soft spoken and kind when it comes to the kids and jokes with them all the time. He’s the teacher with inside jokes over mistakes he’s made or things he’s said that has made the class laugh in the past.

Seungkwan:

Literally the #1 promoter, supporter, fan, you name it; Boo Seungkwan is it. Is literally head over heels for his kiddos and wants to shout out just how fond he is of them. Dressed up as a cheerleader on Halloween and did a cheer for the class which they adored.

Brings in different snacks every day for the kids to try and says it’s bc he wants to “expand their food horizons” but it’s really an excuse to extend snack period. No one is complaining.

Makes up those cute little catchy songs and rhymes to get things to stick in their heads. He subconsciously finds himself singing during his lessons but never corrects this habit, as it makes everyone listen more intently and happier.

Incredibly defensive when it comes to his children. Brings out every roast in the book if someone ridicules his way of teaching or scores his students got on a test. Insulting one of his kids is like murdering his parents, and Seungkwan is having none of that.

Literally bursts into tears when he sees them walk across the stage with their tiny little kindergarten diplomas and paper hats. Is so incredibly proud of their accomplishments that he ends up giving a 20 minute speech on how endearing the class was when eating their cookies with milk.

Vernon:

Still doesn’t know how he got the job or why he applied. He never wanted to be a teacher and yet here he was, responsible for 20+ kids and their future. Great decision on whoever’s part.

The kind of teacher who says “Umm” and “Uhh” constantly. Buys books online with pre-made lessons that he poorly executes. Shrugs most of the time and nods at everything he reads, as if literally anything suggested at this point would be better than whatever shit is in those pre-school agendas.

Is trying his best to not seem like he’s half assing his job. Makes Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for the class and even cuts off the crust for the little monsters. Nearly ends up killing the kid with a severe peanut allergy. Learned that asking about allergies beforehand is a life saver.

Shows up to work in jeans and a t-shirt for a good 4 months before he was mistaken for the older sibling of one of the kids. His professionalism levels sky rocketed after that. Doesn’t come to school if he isn’t in slacks and a button up.

Believes that maybe acting like an older brother to the kids would be a more effective way of teaching them. Holds kindergarten council meetings once a week to lay down the law on where everyone is at on the terms of nap time. Crucial info circulates.

Dino:

Hardcore kindergarten teacher who lets his kids take 5 minute stretch breaks in between sessions. He interacts and joins in on the fun most days as they do wild activities like finger painting without smocks and cheating in hopscotch.

Chases the kids around during play time and pretends to be a dinosaur or monster to scare them,,Although he can be very mannerly when invited to a tea party.

Is the fun teacher who lets you have a prize from the treasure chest for answering a simple question right. Practically lives at the Dollar Store since he gives so many small goodies out in the run of a day.

Probably has a secret handshake with every single child in his class. Thinks that he’s hip with the kids for once, but is still a kid himself. Stays up super later correcting spelling tests he forgot at the bottom of his bag and loves using pen.

Shortened Math class in order to have time to dance everyday & has a playlist created for everyday of the week. He becomes the Ellen Degeneres of his classroom as he dances through the children and desks everyday at the same time.

[garden-of-succulents]

Time for more BITTYPOOTS AU, meaning the story @gutsybitsy and I are working on where Jack is the tormented audience to Bitty and Poots’ unhappy and unsatisfying relationship (Original post / fic tag). NOW FEATURING: established relationship Patater and excerpts from Bitty’s twitter!

(Also accidental outing to a safe/sympathetic audience, and gay gossip.)

Away games in Las Vegas have gotten a lot easier these days. During his rookie year, they meant pitched arguments with Kent that lasted hours and left them both exhausted in the morning. After Kent broke up with him, they meant a couple years of holing up early in his hotel room and eating room service while watching tape.

But now Las Vegas trips are, quite tentatively... nice.

Somehow the crucible of two Stanley Cup finals against each other in the last four years have left the Falcs and Aces with a permanent rivalry that is enthusiastic, respectful, warm, and friendly. It could so easily have been bitter--but if Jack were to name a single factor that turned the tide, it was Tater's defection to Vegas. You couldn't quite hate a man who skated over during breaks and asked how your children liked their birthday presents, who complimented you on your improved form and laughed about your inability to score on his goalie, and then laughed again when you did before putting his head down and putting all his energies to beating your pants off. Tater's shoulders are broad enough to carry all of the game's spirit, its pettiness and nobility, its competition and comradeship--and Kent, the burden of the C removed from him by Tater's presence, began finding it easier to be magnanimous in victory, graceful in defeat.

And the two of them know Jack doesn't like big parties, so they leave Tater's other A to lead the grand night out with the Falcs and whisk Jack away to a quiet dinner at their apartment instead.

Jack indulges in a beer while Kent grills steak on the balcony and Tater uses a feather toy to make the cat run laps around the living room. He's relaxed, amused, comfortable, and his worries and concerns ease up enough to spill out past his lips.

"There's this guy I know," he says, picking at the label on his bottle. "He has this boyfriend who's... really nice. But they're not out, right, and I'm the only one who knows, so they kinda talk to me about it? And..." He wrinkles his nose as the label comes off imperfectly, then licks his thumb and starts rubbing at the ragged edges. "He complains about his boyfriend. Clingy, embarrassing, needy... because he does things like pack lunches or text him for no reason. I just wanna tell him to smarten right up and stop being so ungrateful."

"Fuck yeah," Kent sings from the grill. "I want someone who packs me lunches."

"He wants not me to pack him lunches," Tater says, flicking the cat toy.

"The gods are jealous of perfection, kotyenok. We all have our flaws." Kent puts down the sauce brush and closes the lid on the barbecue again, then comes back in to throw himself onto the arm of the chair Tater's sitting in. Tater's arm comes around his waist to steady him.

"I just--" Jack covers his face with one hand. "I talk to the boyfriend too. He was really happy the other week because he got an anniversary present, and I had to shut up because I was so close to telling him his boyfriend bought it at the last minute in an airport gift shop. Because I told him to. Because he said, 'I can't go out tonight, it's our six-month anniversary and he's making dinner' and I asked what he got as a present and he said, 'You think I should get something?'" Jack gestures, helplessly. "I know I'm not good at this stuff, so how much worse is he?"

"Terrible, obviously," Kent says. "My love, could you assemble the salad?"

"Oh, you trust me with salad now!" Tater grumbles, but he gets up and moves to the kitchen. When Jack gestures, Kent passes him the cat toy, and Jack tries to figure out why Kit Purrson will do backflips for Tater, but ignore him when he tries to do the exact same thing.

After they've demolished half a cow and a small Irish town's supply of potatoes, plus some salad on the side, Kent leans back in his seat and says, "Tell you what, Tates. Let's seduce Fitzgerald's poor boyfriend out from under him."

Tater's making some rumbling noise about that being a good idea while Jack sits bolt upright. "It's not--!" he says. "I didn't say who it was. You don't know it's Fitzgerald."

"Yes, I do," Kent says calmly.

"Elementary deduction," Tater chimes in.

"Someone you spend a lot of time with," Kent says, ticking points off on his fingers. "That you put up with even when he annoys you. That's only someone on your team. Six Falconers are single, and Fitzgerald--what do you guys call him?"

"Poots," Jack says, miserably unable to stop them.

"Poots? Well, anyway--Poots is the only one on your line, and only one of two under 20; Marks came straight out of Juniors, while Poots came out of Gaytopia U."

“It could be--one of the trainers, or--”

Kent swats that away. “The only new hires you guys have made this year have been female. Try another one.”

"You play good with him on ice," Tater contributes. "He is happy to sit next to you when he comes to bench, but when he is the one sitting, you choose somewhere else."

Jack stares at Tater, mouth agape. One, not even he noticed that; two, Tater has a fucking hockey game to play while that kind of thing is happening. Where does he get off paying that kind of attention?

"Some people follow sports," Tater shrugs. "We follow you love life."

"Well you must be bored then," Jack snaps.

"Fuckin' right we are," Kent yawns. "This is the most excitement we've had since Collins left for England."

"I won't confirm or deny anything," Jack says, and the hand with Tater's phone in it bumps Kent's arm. Kent looks down.

"Oh damn, he's cute," Kent says.

Jack's eyebrows furrow. "Poots?"

"Eric Bittle," Kent replies, and Jack's stomach turns to ice. "Oh, don't look like that, Zimmermann. You're talking to two of the most closeted people in the sport. You haven't come out because you've had a sad-sack social life, but we haven't come out because we have people to protect. We're only gossip-mongers like this when we're around you, because it's so fucking nice to not be alone for once."

Jack's mouth twists, and he looks away.

"Very cute tweet from last week," Tater says. "'That feeling when you have the cutest boyfriend in the room.' And a little heart."

"Not hard to find if you know what you're looking for," Kent says, scrolling through Tater's phone. "Your guy's got 30k Twitter followers, follows 22 people in return. Eleven are Falconers, four are official feeds, three are girls, two are guys in Toronto, one's a guy backpacking through Asia, and one is Eric R. Bittle in Boston."

"You're just constructing a theory--" Jack tries again.

"New tweet," Tater says. "Just posted. 'Is it really too needy to want to cuddle?'"

Jack can't help scowling, and Kent says sardonically, "Tell me how I'm making shit up again."

Jack rubs his face with his hands again, and says equivocally, "He deserves so much better."

"We steal him," Tater says calmly. "Make him happy with us."

"You can't do that!" Jack retorts, nettled. "Look, you two, leave it alone. He doesn't need your nonsense."

"Nonsense," Kent says to Tater.

"No, I mean it! He's a nice guy and it won't help to get pulled into your stupid sex shenanigans, he doesn't need you two, he needs someone stable, someone steady--"

"We have shenanigan?" Tater asks Kent.

"No babe, we got tested by the clinic, we're clean."

Jack makes a frustrated noise, and pitches a napkin at them. It lands unsatisfyingly short of either man. "Stop it."

"I don't hear you calling dibs," Kent says archly.

"Dibs," Jack retorts. "Dibs, dibs, dibs. Leave him alone."

The moment he says it a smile blossoms across Kent's face, like Jack's sprung a trap. He scowls fiercely back. "You like him," Kent says, delighted.

"So what if I do? He's taken. And it's none of your business."

"All right," Kent says, but he concedes like it's a victory, grinning to himself as he nestles into Tater's side. "Just remember, Zimms. He might not stay taken forever."

"I... have something to confess," Jack says awkwardly, while they watch Poots at the billiards table. So long as they keep their heads close together, they're muffled by the overall noise of the bar. "I told two friends about you and James? I tried to stay general, 'a guy I know', but they figured out who it was. They won't tell anybody, but they know, and I'm sorry that I kind of outed you."

Bittle gives him a brief frightened-rabbit look, then bites his lip and watches his boyfriend thoughtfully for a minute. Then he turns back to Jack. "You trust them?"

Jack nods, then leans into add, "It's my ex and his boyfriend. And if you ever want to leave James for an NHL captain, um... apparently that's a possibility."

Bittle blinks at him again, looking astonished and absolutely edible, then says, "Your ex is an NHL captain?"

Jack grins uncertainly. "Yes?"

Bittle blinks those enormous eyes a time or two, and looks over at his boyfriend with a smile spreading across his face. He looks back to Jack once, for another second disbelieving, but Jack pastes on a smile and nods, and Bittle's features relax with relief and joy. He knocks his shoulder against Jack's in a friendly way, then turns and asks, "Can I tell James?"

"Sure you can."

"God, maybe it'll help to know he's... not alone," Bittle says, and reaches out for his beer. "Make him relax."

"Anything to help the two of you," Jack says loyally, and reaches out for his glass of water to hide his expression.

[whatshouldwecallmillenniald-blog]

Case 17: MD PhD (almost)

When: August 10th and 19th, 2018

Platform: Coffee Meets Bagel

Who: R (I think my first R!) is 23, easily one of the most attractive guys I’ve gone on a date with, and probably one of the smartest. He’s staying in the area temporarily doing research and studying for the MCAT. In about 2 weeks he’ll be leaving across the country, so obviously this wasn’t going to end up being a long term thing-- I don’t believe in starting something long distance after so short a time unless it’s REALLY special, and hardly anything is ever that extraordinary.

Anyways, we went out the first night for dinner and drinks at a local wine bar, and we ended up having fantastic conversation-- probably the most intellectually stimulating conversation I’ve had in a while (thanks Case 16, and no, I’m not bitter, I promise). Meanwhile, we’re both getting fairly wine drunk, and we end up going back to his place, drinking more, and hooking up. Oh, he also casually mentioned he had an on-and-off ex-girlfriend of 3 years that he’s “finally broken things off with for good” and so I didn’t feel weird about hooking up. In the morning, he was sweet and we had breakfast and watched some TV together before I left (after more sex, of course). 

He’s busy and not a great texter, so I don’t think it’s that big of a deal when we don’t really text for a week and the next time he texts is to hang out the following weekend. He also mentions at this point (over text) that he just wants to hang out as friends, not hook up, because he has a “weird conscience” about what we did before-- presumably because of his “ex”-girlfriend. I agree, that’s fine, and I go over the next weekend to watch a movie. Despite being extremely smart and honestly pretty funny and interesting to talk to once you get him talking, he’s not the smoothest. Or maybe I’m the one who’s lost her touch at maneuvering these situations? Either way, we start watching the movie, he brings out a bottle of wine, and after a while neither of us are paying attention to the movie. OBVIOUSLY I can tell where this is going and I don’t want him to do something he’s going to regret the next day, so I continuously ask if he’s sure he wants to “go upstairs and listen to music” or “have another shot of whisky” but he keeps saying he doesn’t know what he wants and then PROCEEDS to continue with the hook up. After we’re done, it’s pretty clear he wants me to leave, but I drove to his place and I’m a little too drunk to drive home. He’s a gentleman and says it’s totally fine if I stay, and I honestly should have just slept on the couch and then driven home early the next morning. Instead, I told him I feel weird sleeping in a different bed and asked if it was okay if I just slept in his bed, saying we wouldn’t do anything. He said he didn’t care either way, and he was going to play video games before sleeping so I should sleep first or stay awake, whatever I wanted to do. Let it be known on the official record, I asked *multiple times* if it was okay and he said yes. So naturally, I went to sleep in his bed, kind of fell asleep but not really, and when I woke up a few hours later at 3AM after not really sleeping, I realized I was in his bed, a l o n e. I can’t quite articulate why this was so... hurtful? Jarring? Just plain shitty? But it left me feeling cold and empty inside (not to be dramatic) and I just got up and drove home at that point. What was the fucking point of staying? Anyways, he texted me the next morning saying “Hope you got home safely! Thanks for hanging out” and we exchanged a couple messages where I told him next time just tell me what you want, aka, that you don’t feel comfortable in the same bed and we shouldn’t hook up. He basically brushed it off and sent some cheery response. 

The Good: He’s smart, attractive, pretty funny, considerate, politically and socially similar to me. Aka, on paper, he’s great. And I feel like we could have good chemistry. If he were emotionally/geographically more available I would definitely let myself like him-- in fact, I probably already do like him right now despite everything. But, I’m getting ahead of myself:

The Bad: He a) is too polite or too scared to just say what he wants/needs in situations because he wants to “be a gentleman” or “not rock the boat” or something along those lines, who knows exactly; b) has no fucking clue what he wants besides the fact that he knows he can’t give his ex/current girlfriend the attention she wants but is still in love with her so he feels bad about seeing other people but clearly wants to get drunk and fuck because he’s lonely both physically and emotionally and just uses me to fill those voids (and I’m a complete fucking moron for letting him); c) is moving across the country. 2,000 miles away. Fucking. Super.

Why it didn’t work: Because, as I should have learned with Case 16, I cannot allow myself to expend energy in these situations where if it were a friend, I would tell her to run the fuck away as fast as possible because I know where this is going and it’s not fun or healthy. LEARN FROM YOUR MISTAKES.

The Lesson: If a guy tells you he doesn’t want to hook up with you and then does and promptly regrets it, that means he’s emotionally confused and immature and weak and you should not give that piece of shit idiot the time of day. STOP WASTING YOUR EMOTIONAL ENERGY.

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islamic love vashikaran

The Islamic Vashikaran mantra for a girl is also very commonly used the technique that helps a person in gettingthe girl in his life. Getting a girl, you want in your life that also love you, can make your solitude life full of ecstasy and love. The Islamic Vashikaran mantra for the girl is not a normal Vashikaran Mantra, this is different in many manners like it only helps you when that girl also knows you and it works only if your love for her is true love. Sometimes many people try to use this Islamic Vashikaran mantra for getting someone else’s love. That time our astrologer Molvi Ji cannot help you in stealing someone else’s love.

Everyone wants to get protection from every bad things. Bad things may be any totke, evil eyes, negative forces etc. Islamic mantra is very poweful mantra tantra technic which are used to for your protection. This technic is very easy technic, every comman mancan use very easily of this technic. When a person caught in a bad things then his life become a bad life, and in this situation he use islamic mantra then he get free from bad things. So islamic mantra is very powerful for protection.

Love is the one and only feeling of human beings life which is very incredible and adorable for them. And it teaches lots of things and gives lots of experiences to them including good as well as bad too. But as human being nature is they  only wants to accept good thing only they don’t like to face bad thing but it’s a nature that goodness sweetness and bitterness or good or bad things are the base of life. but couples don’t wants to accept that whenever they feel something bad in their relation they just get hyper and sometime the condition get too critical which cause Separation or break up.

This is worst feeling because when once you see the world through some one’s eyes then you never wants to walk on this path alone. So what to do to recover you from this problem? The answer is Islamic vashikaran mantra for love, Islamic vashikaran mantra is powerful enough to handle any kind of issues and problem and when we talk about love problems then it is the best way. This will help to resolve any kind of love problems like Get back love, Get ex one back, enhance love and affection, control boyfriend, control girlfriend, get desire girl/boy as lover, make agree parents for love marriage, Make agree partner for love marriage etc.when you use this mantra on your partner they will be totally I your control and after that you can make them agree for whatever you wants and the best thing is without making any force you make agree them by this mantra.

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Love word is a very important word and it is used to establish relationship between two or more person. Islamic mantra are used to control on other . This mantra has a specific force for full fill your adoration life. When you use of islamic mantra for gaining your love then this mantra help you in bring your love at nearest you. This islamic mantra provide you a islamic solutions for get your intimate romance. When you use of this mantra then you can get your dream person and you can solve your love relationship problems and more other problems. This mantra are using from many years in solutions of love marriage, get ex lover, get new lover, husband wife dispute solutions etc. Islamic mantra is very powerful mantra that solve your problems definatly.

If you want to attract someone towards you and want to control others life according to you then Muslim vashikaran mantra are the solution of your problem. If you are Muslim then we provide you free Muslim vashikaran mantra to solve all your problems. Our service is for Muslim people any without any cost. If you have any type of problem like husband wife related issues or girlfriend boyfriend issues or family dysfunctions or love related issues then by using vashikaran mantra you can solve your problem very fast. Mantras contain power of Allah.

Free vashikaran totka is another name of vashikaran with a little bit difference. Vashikaran totka is a type of jadu tona in which you can attract someone other. People think black magic and vashikaran totka are same but it is not like that. If you have family or child related issues then free vashikaran totka will help you. After using these totkas you will solve your problem in a few weeks.

Islamic Vashikaran mantra for love is a Vashikaran technique that provides you a way to get your love in your rude life. Love is a word that defines the whole world as one connected unit. Love is as pure as the God if it is true. Allah himself loves. He loves his followers unconditionally. Whether there is love there is no place of unhappiness. A person in his or her whole life spends looking for his or her true love. You may think for a moment that you love your family in a different manner, but you love a girl or your true love in a different manner.

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The process of love as unique as its name because we know that Love defines us human and it connect a human with supreme lord. However, not everybody really found his or her true love. They face many troubles in the life of love. They have to fight for love.  The Islamic Vashikaran mantra for love is needed in that situation to come over the loss of love. This Islamic Vashikaran mantra will help you in getting back your lost love or in finding your life’s true love. But before taking help from our expert astrologer of Islam Molvi Ji you need to understand the real meaning of Love. Let us explain the meaning of true love:

Islamic Vashikaran mantra is more popular in the whole world because of much reason like it provides the favorable result as well as resolves all issues in a few times.

Muslim Vashikaran mantra is more powerful and one thing best with this mantra is that it doesn’t harm to anyone means it doesn’t have any side effects. For this reason, there is almost of the people use Vashikaran mantra, because they get an appropriate solution of their problems along with Vashikaran mantra keeps way negative energies from people life evermore.

Islamic mantra is composed in urdu and are availabe in many languages like english , hindi etc. Islamic vashikaran is used to attract someone and control on other’s life. This mantra is used to solve all your problems. When you have any type of problems such as husband wife problems, family problems , girlfriend boyfriend problems and many types of problems are solved by islamic mantra . So we can say that this is the best way to solve your all problems. This mantra contain the power of Allah.

Black magic is a astrological technic  which is mostly used from many long period ago in india. Islamic Black magic is a very powerful tantra mantra technic. From using this tantra mantra technic we can get everything which we want to get. Every person has more desire and he want to get them but he has not more capacity to get that thing , when he use this islamic mantra for black magic then he can get all dream full things such as any lover, solutions of many problems like as husband wife problems, girlfriend boyfriend problems etc.

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In the past, you dreamt of having a charming and caring Boyfriend or girlfriend as your wife or husband, but in reality, if you are having trouble in finding that love than by using this Islamic Vashikaran mantra you can get that successful marriage partner. In Islam or any other religion, marriage is a pious relationship. Marriage is an activity in which two different souls are connected to the following lives. They bond with each other for their next live too by performing Marriage ceremony with your love partner. When a person get married to another person with the different gender he or she always thinks that we are going to be together until the eternity.

Islamic mantras are very effective and get result soon. We will be saying (Over the call) few Islamic tantra and mantra as easy doing solution which can be performed by anyone at home or as directed. When we begin any muslim prayers and mantras, and always say – Bismillah-hir-rahman-nir-raheem-  once and in the beginning. Then say your prayer effectively. whereas you don’t need to read “Bismillah…. fequently.

Also the Islamic hypnotism (method) spells by Islamic astrology specialist is very effective and strong for attraction to the girls, which work alot. Just try to do the ritual as per given rules and regulations and bring your desire and wish result with in the stated time period. Also do Remember – If you start getting the result before the given time period that’s no where mean that you leave the incomplete ritual. You don’t have to care toward her during the ritual and need to complete the ritual at any cost.

So when you want someone attracted you and via-vera to control others living as per you then Muslimvashikaran mantra is the solution of your problem, and If you are Muslim yourself then we may provide you no cost Muslim vashikaran mantra to resolve all your difficulties. Our service and support is for Islamic people without any cost. If you do have any type of problem Example husband wife related problems or girlfriend boyfriend problems, any family dysfunctions or love related problems then by using all thease vashikaran mantra you can solve all your problem at earliest. All givem Mantras contain power of Allah.

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Muslim vashikaran totka is one more name of vashikaran with a some difference. Vashikaran totka is a type of magic and totla in which you attract someone else. Most People think black magic and vashikaran totka are same but it is not like that. If you do have family or child related issues then free vashikaran totka will help you. After using these totkas you will solve your problem in a few days.

The Islamic Vashikaran mantra for a girl is also very commonly used the technique that helps a person in gettingthe girl in his life. Getting a girl, you want in your life that also love you, can make your solitude life full of ecstasy and love. The Islamic Vashikaran mantra for the girl is not a normal Vashikaran Mantra, this is different in many manners like it only helps you when that girl also knows you and it works only if your love for her is true love. Sometimes many people try to use this Islamic Vashikaran mantra for getting someone else’s love. That time our astrologer Molvi Ji cannot help you in stealing someone else’s love.

Everyone wants to get protection from every bad things. Bad things may be any totke, evil eyes, negative forces etc. Islamic mantra is very poweful mantra tantra technic which are used to for your protection. This technic is very easy technic, every comman mancan use very easily of this technic. When a person caught in a bad things then his life become a bad life, and in this situation he use islamic mantra then he get free from bad things. So islamic mantra is very powerful for protection.

As Love relationship isn’t a huge deal as a results of it’s the common a vicinity of our life and that we have a bent to know alright. That we tend to square measure able to not live whereas not love inside the planet that’s why we tend to do love someone special person whereby we will pay our life with our love partner by casually manner. Islamic vashikaran mantra for love services makes us durable for our love relationship which we tend to take it serious manner whereby our love relationship becomes stronger and trustworthy. If you’re feeling lack of fondness in your love relationship then you’ll be able to use Islamic vashikaran mantra for love services.

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