#this movie was cringey ❤️

[smallvillecrows]

Robin of Locksley (1996)

[very-feral-lesbian]

just finished watching red white & royal blue and wow.

was it a perfect adaptation? no. was it a perfect movie? no. but i absolutely fucking loved it.

i could honestly go on and on about how amazing the casual representation was, and how they had good communications between characters and conversations that only queer couples, but queer men specifically need to have. how their chemistry was amazing or nicely some of the scenes were adapted.

and yes, i could complain about a lot of things and will at some point but fuck, its about god damn time queer people had a fucking rom com for us. there are jokes that are for us and no one else.

i dont care if people think its cringey, because hey maybe it might be, but who fucking cares? i laughed. i cried. i had a great time, and thats all that matters.

happy “history, huh?” day to all that celebrate ❤️🤍💙

[starsandhughes]

Penalty Box Series— High School Edition: Prom

General Masterlist

y’all asked, and i delivered <3 (just way later) p.s the cringe is on purpose because who wasn't cringey in high school?

yourusername

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yourusername BREAKING NEWS: the gang went to prom!

pic one: sexy girl is swooned by her boyfriend

pic two: two kids happily in love on their way to the dance <3

pic three: mom takes marvelous picture of her favorite child!

pic four: five loser boys refuse to take a normal picture

pic five: sexy girl makes her twin brother carry her (for the first time ever)

pic six: two losers (lexi and spencey) photobomb a picture of some hot girls

pic seven: sexy girl gets tired of her shoes

pic eight : sexy girl and her brother’s date run away from sexy girl’s boyfriend and brother because they were being annoying

pic nine: sexy girl’s sexy boyfriend goes a little crazy at the after party

thanks for a wild night, boys❤️

tagged trevorzegras, jackhughes, colecaufield, _alexturcotte, slknight35, and others

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_alexturcotte what he said

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colecaufield sissy quotes that preceded unfortunate events: "the moon wants me to swim to her"

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colesdate did mama hughes get any normal pics of the guys?

yourusername just one because we yelled at them

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[rottenpumpkin13]

*timidly walks up to the cash register*

Can I… can I plz ask for your fluffiest AGSZ or SZ snippet/headcanon plz? I’ve been lanced in the heart by your wonderfully evil community and it’s what the doctor ordered :,3 ❤️

Innocent Moments No One Sees

• Zack laughing so hard at the way Sephiroth pronounces schedule that milk comes out of his nose. Sephiroth then laughing so hard at the milk coming out of Zack's nose that he is immobile on the ground for several minutes.

• Sephiroth falling asleep in the library, Genesis and Angeal counting how many books they can stack on top of him before he wakes up.

• Zack folding paper daisies that Aerith taught him and placing them in Sephiroth's hair one by one during a meeting.

• Angeal and Sephiroth walking back to the tower after getting milkshakes. They got different flavors, but switch drinks every ten minutes. They're talking about what they would name their hypothetical pet chocobo.

• Genesis giving Zack another ear piercing. Zack is sitting on Genesis' bathroom sink with his feet up, wearing a battered Loveless hoodie he fully plans on stealing from him. They're both talking about the first time they got their ears pierced as Genesis works.

• Angeal and Zack going on a run and jokingly racing each other. Angeal can't catch up to Zack, who has infinite energy. Then Zack trips and faceplants on the ground, getting a bloody nose. Angeal then gives him a piggyback ride back to the tower. They're clowning around on their way there, with Zack pretending that he's a cowboy and Angeal is his horse.

• Zack dragging Sephiroth up to the roof on a rainy day, giving him a fun yellow raincoat and ordering that he jump in all the puddles to heal his inner child. Little did they know that Genesis and Angeal had been hiding behind some ventilation units and would come out with two giant super-soakers.

• Sephiroth and Genesis walking around the Skyview hall at three AM. Neither of them can sleep and are still in pajamas. They're sharing earbuds and laughing at all the cringey music Genesis has on his old MP3.

• Genesis and Angeal sprawled out on Angeal's kitchen floor in the middle of the afternoon looking at an old photo album from their childhood. They're eaten their way through half a box of ice cream sandwiches already.

• The four of them having a sleepover at Sephiroth's apartment. They've already ordered pizza, Genesis has made them all drinks, and they're now playing a boardgame with a movie that they've long abandoned playing in the background.

• The four of them going on a shopping trip to the mall. Zack is trailing behind Genesis at some high-end boutique. He's eating mango ice cream and critiquing every one of Genesis' outfit choices. Meanwhile, Angeal and Sephiroth are laughing their asses off. They found a gothic clown painting at an art store and are now lugging it back to the car. They plan on hanging it in Lazard's office as a prank.

• Sephiroth putting clear tape on his office door at Zack's exact eye level, then texting him "I have cookies in my office if you want some." He then watches as Zack runs into the tape at full speed.

• All of them going on a mission together, something that usually doesn't happen, but even Lazard could agree that they needed a break. The four of them are laying on the grass outside the camp with their heads touching. They're watching the stars and sharing jokes. Nothing bad has happened yet.

[chantsdemarins]

Find Tom: Part 2

(a little new art too)

The whole "soccer era" Tom was the push I needed to jump back into a Tom fic, although I am by far much more comfortable just sticking with Loki. I hope this isn't cringey. It’s not that great but I feel like it needs to be posted. 😑

⚠️It's mature so no under 18 readers!

❤️It's a love poem with not a lot of plot!

☠️I used some new smutty words

Lastly, I truly appreciate anyone who takes the time to read my work! No comment is too small, no reblog is unfelt. I wouldn't do any of this if I didn't have readers. You mean the world to me.

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Thank you-thank you-thank you!

Read Find Tom Part 1

He had stayed an extra week-you had called in to work with hope and a prayer you wouldn’t lose your job.

How could you have known that the remarkable business of bedding a movie star not only included being passionately taken on every mid-modern furnishing capable of withstanding Tom’s athleticism but also came replete with nuanced discussions of such things as little-known facets of British history?

A mere night with this man would have been impossible. His words alone filled the time so completely while his cock took up the rest of the hours left in the day. You needed a lifetime but would have to settle for a week. You also felt like Tom’s spare thoughts were enough to earn him a second Cambridge degree.

You often found yourself pouring strong coffee between glasses of Cab to keep your mind sharp enough to ask intelligent follow-up questions. Which you always did. It was impossible not to notice how his conversational ability effervesced through him, a surging sparkle that galvanized in his eyes, creating a disproportionate lure and the impulse to return the enchanting discourse in kind. Over the course of the week, you had time to observe how many of Tom’s features would appear as backdrops to his emotions.

Like the plane of his nose, its pristine alpine slope, when he was grinding his hips into you. Or how his smile consumed half of his face while his lips found yours.

His eyes were mesmerizing vehicles of his intellect like twin comets streaking the sky. You had to watch them. You couldn’t take your own eyes off them. He saw not only you but what was beyond you, possibly what you would become. He had a witchy sense.

Also, strangely when you least expected it, a pallor of sadness would also occasionally descend between your bodies. A departure from his enthusiastic nature that usually led the way. It was clear something had made a lasting impact on him. Was it another woman? A situation? Strife of the elite? Champagne problems that you could never understand. You wanted to ask him to tell you, but you let the sadness be a silent companion to your passion.

All this revelation was amplified in the vintage quiet of the Sea Ranch cottage you had all to yourselves.

That first night, he took you easily. Perhaps embarrassingly easy. After all, you’d been wet since you saw him from across the crowded room. An uncomfortable distraction while you talked about your lives and listened to the quartet play The Lark Ascending in the main room of the after-party. Something about the tender violin and his deep voice from a place far away. The details. The decorations, wild peach-colored streamers blowing in the ocean wind battering the rafters. A hum in your ears.

The way he leaned in closer when you knew he could hear you. You’d swallow him up if given the chance. Later at his Sea Ranch cottage, what felt like an eternity after so much conversation and ephemera, you were finally a crumpled passionate mess. You remember looking down and seeing him finally enter you, the implications, the spectacle.

You felt your breath leave and never quite return.

Later as dawn coursed through and put the evening to rest, Tom made sure to use the California poppy napkins to tidy you both up but stopped himself short of a full janitorial protocol. There was something a little wicked about his disregard. He liked seeing you wrecked. He liked seeing the lingering elements of the sex you just had, still on you. He didn’t want to make things too neat. You felt exposed but did not want to assemble a wall between you.

The instinct was that of vulnerability. Only sometimes found in casual romance. Only sometimes experienced by you.

By Tuesday, Tom’s effulgent historical discourse had fully found its way into your conversation yet again. You sat on the ocean-facing porch in two aging red deck chairs, a temptation for Tom’s fingers. He easily peeled off their flaking paint and collected it into a neat pile on the property’s 1972 glass Sands Hotel ashtray.

He would continue to move the small pile around with his long finger mixing the chipped paint with the singed tobacco and marijuana wrappings from the day for the hours you talked. Tom would grow quiet only when he rolled his own cigarettes one-handed.

You wondered if he smoked back in London or only when on holiday or business, or as an affront to suffocating California standards of healthy living. The sea wind picked up and moved through his rust-colored hair, salt air conjuring it into full attention.

Apparently, he had forgotten his blow dryer, but now, surprisingly, he seemed besotted with his curls. He ran his hands through them as he resumed your previous conversation.

You tried not to lose your concentration on the details. Tom’s mental ephemera began to have a companion in the details of his being you were collecting in the hallows of your own mind. Topics spun wildly from one to another but often fell back into history and philosophy. You prided yourself in keeping up, even if you had to use the cottage's old ethernet cable and early 2000s PC to look up “ontology.”

"British history is rife with privileged white opportunists, wouldn't you say?" His words were intended for both the relentless waves below and you as he stared off into the inky distance. That was quite the conversation shift. You had both just been talking about Steinerberg, Switzerland. He’d been while filming The Night Manager. He went on.

"Take William Bennett, for example, a complete ass."

"William Bennett?" Repeating his choice of subject often gave you a few vital seconds to collect your thoughts.

"Indeed. He essentially earned his fame from an aquatint print of the New York City fire in 1836. The untold story is that he bought the original sketch from an impoverished Italian artist, Nicolino Calyo. Calyo was there amidst the 700 homes succumbing to flames. Bennett essentially duplicated it, and therefore, as a wealthy, idle British artist, he managed to elude any consequences." You scrunched your nose in a silent response before replying.

"And Calyo?" you finally ventured, already anticipating Tom's reply.

"Naturally, he ended up dead and destitute. The old D and D, if you will.”

You laughed but felt a parallel emerge within you. Your life seemed uncomfortably akin to Nicolino Calyo's. Your mind raced - was Tom, beneath his casual Louis Vuitton button-down, a modern William Bennett? Your thoughts looped back to yesterday's breathy exchange after you’d gone down on him and where you confessed that after a long hiatus, you'd begun painting again. Was he secretly archiving the ideas you'd shared about your nascent series, ready to unearth them during his leisure in Margate - a place allegedly sharing the "spirit and design" of Sea Ranch? While Tom moved your things inside as the chill of the evening overtook you both, your mind was fixated on your previous conversation.

In your carnally vexed state, you'd unveiled your infatuation with the hues of mint green, adobe red, and translucent pink. His curiosity had been particularly piqued by "adobe," which led to a discourse on the disparity between the tangible "true adobe" and the digitized shade we've now associated with the word.

He reflected on his time in New Mexico during the filming of the first Thor movie, where he was first introduced to the color scheme of the American Southwest. It had been a captivating conversation that moved fast. An image of Tom as a reincarnated William Bennett, unveiling his own mint green and adobe masterpiece at a glitzy auction event eight years from now felt lodged in your mind.

Apparently, this emerging anxiety of trusting such a departure from your usual type of lover was hard. None of your other partners would still an idea you had for a painting and make millions from it, but of course, neither would Tom. You were becoming irrational. You poured yourself a new glass of wine, emptying another bottle. Closing your eyes for a moment by yourself while Tom assembled the next part of your evening with his usual intentionality intact, even if he didn’t catch your mood. He tracked even the tiniest details in the short time you’d spent together. You wondered if his sadness had descended, preventing him from noticing.

The next day you made love in the early morning hours, savoring his body. He was deeply asleep his naked luminosity shining against the white of the sheets. Tom still smelled like the rosemary he had picked from the bushes out front. You had watched him in his running shorts and nothing else, springs of rosemary in his hands.

He remarked about how wild rosemary doesn’t grow in England; at least, he didn’t think so. He joked he would take some of it back in his suitcase. He’d smell like California. He’d smell like privileged things like taking an extra week off. At that moment, you had felt his lineage as if a halo surrounded him - an impenetrable force field.

The afternoon found you both in the living room, wrapped in tartan blankets, partaking in an improvised indoor picnic. Tom had run a 10-mile round trip to Jenner's only grocery store. The sight of him returning with baguettes, ham, brie, and more wine bottles settled his existence in your mind as a true enigma. His sweaty, proud smile covered his face completely as held the baguette up to the sky in a triumphant cheer. You ran to him and held him around his middle.

You always loved the way tall skinny guys felt. It was a too-familiar gesture for such a casual situation, you tried to pull back, but he nestled his head into the crook of your shoulder. You closed your eyes and heard only the ambient sound of birds.

The morning of the sixth day, you dressed in his white undershirt and boxer shorts. You both reveled in the amusement of exchanging clothing items to create new outfits each day. The addition of Tom’s packed subtly luxurious clothing gave you both interesting options. His Armani suit jacket with just your black underwear. Tom amusingly in your skirt, paired with his unexpected choice of nude suede Herve ankle boots.

Your scarf and his sleek Ray-Bans. His running shorts were cleverly repurposed as a strapless jumpsuit. In the end, the clothes would always come off. You would be naked. You would have your hands consuming one another in a shocking discovery of hidden pleasure. The responses were the truth.

The thing you both could trust. In his sighs, in the warm breath that haunted your collar bones. In the flush of his cheeks. In the sweat on his forehead or the goosebumps on your arms when his fingertips traced the edges of your body with the precision of an engineer, you held on to the touches, the utterances of euphoria. With every orgasm, you felt the incredible raw honor of being human.

You wanted to slow it down long enough to feel it truly. To feel a king cuming inside you. To feel his cum and his claim while lost in the gravity of his eyes. Those magnificent extensions of his brain were a lifeline. Your bodies became sculptures, black quartz in the hot sun.

By Sunday, the end of your time together had finally found its way to you. He whispered in your ear after pulling out, catching any breath he could. He could only stay until Monday, he had to go back to London. You stared at the slow oscillations of the Casablanca ceiling fan. “I’ll miss this,” your words were an echo of the real words you longed to say.

His eyes closed, lashes casting delicate shadows on his cheeks.

The woman he would one day choose to marry, you thought, God help her. She would undoubtedly be transformed if your brief moments with Tom were any sign. However, for some melancholic reason, you knew it wasn’t going to be you.

You weren’t destined to be the lover who would eventually turn into a wife. He only had room for the ecstasy of passion and intellectual tête-à-têtes. This affair was incomplete, with no clear conclusion in sight. It wasn't a tale like that of William Bennett and his ill-gotten fame through art theft—a story with a beginning, middle, and end.

No, this was something else entirely. Suddenly, as if he was privy to the endless stream of inner thoughts, Tom spoke. "I met you at the right time, y/n," he said, his piercing blue eyes now open.

He jumped out of bed and casually dressed, slipping on a single item of clothing or, more accurately, an accessory — his Gucci belt wrapped sideways around his bare body. It was difficult to concentrate as he strolled past the expansive windows of the cottage. His muscles and his semi-hard cock were the only things holding that thing in place. Your cheeks grew hot. Tom followed up his emotional revelation with a more practical question.

"Shall I make us eggs on this, our final morning together?”

Without waiting for your response, he ventured into the kitchen, energetically rummaging through the cabinets in search of pepper before swinging open the refrigerator.

As he busily prepared breakfast, his underlying sadness was emerging, defying the rational part of his mind that wished it weren't there. Balancing a glass bowl against his stomach, he swiftly began whisking eggs, his intense gaze fixed upon you. This prompted you to inquire once more, "Why is this the right time, Tom?"

He continued whisking the eggs as he replied, "You found me, truly. Sometimes, we serve that purpose for others, akin to amateur archaeologists. Returning to London, I will be more whole, not less."

You found yourself fidgeting with the hem of Tom's t-shirt you were now wearing.

"You desired this life you have didn't you? You wanted fame?"

"I don't know, y/n. I wanted to do what I loved," Tom confessed, pouring the frothy mixture into the heated pan.

"I doubt it’s that simple, I'm sure you've had to make difficult decisions to reach the top."

"Like parting ways with a beautiful woman I met while on an extended work trip?"

"Yes, exactly like that,” you struggled to say.

"It happens all the time, love, all the time. Regret is my middle name. Thomas Regret Hiddleston."

With that sentence, he refocused his attention on cooking, his hands and mind engaged in a synchronized activity not unlike sex, serving a similar yet less emotional purpose.

You discovered a tablecloth tucked away in the back of a cabinet and spread it over the aged blonde table. Professionally, he placed the plates of food before you.

"Quite the last supper we have here," you remarked, attempting a joke to mask your emerging underlying sadness, though failing in your intended delivery.

Your gaze fell to the floor, unable to meet the sunlight streaming through the windows or Tom's eyes. He continued in his relational eulogy, "Its breakfast, y/n, and many more will come. Someday, you'll have a partner, and I'll have someone too. We'll be enjoying meals with them, and something will trigger a memory. Perhaps we'll be by the sea on vacation, and you'll remember me, and I'll remember you."

So he was thinking similar thoughts as you. He did not feel he met his future wife at a Bay Area film festival after-party. It was a long shot at best. You nervously tried to continue talking.

"Of course, not simultaneously. How could we possibly know if we remember each other at the same time?"

"We will never know, y/n. We will only remember each other out-of-sync for the rest of our lives."

With that bittersweet but strangely truthful statement, he reached across the table and gently took your hand and kissed it. You wouldn’t watch him leave late that night. You skipped the coffee after the wine, and poured yourself another, watching the moon reflect off the darkness of the glass.

[mentally-in-northern-italy]

girl shut up rn

I saw your post about wanting to write a fake dating trope with Cedric and I got SO excited! I’ve been looking for this exact trope with Cedric for like a year and a half😭 so you better believeeee I have a request for you <3

I know these movies are like kinda bad and cringey af but what if you write it sorta like To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before… minus the love letters? Like basically Cedric and reader agree to date each other so ced can like make an ex jealous or something? Idk if this is like so super bad but honestly it’s whatever. Cedric and reader are like sorta friends too? Like they’re in the same house so they’ve known each other for a long time idek😭 girlie I’m so glad you posted that

i loooooove your writing❤️

the hold that book used to have on me………..

THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST AND THE KIND WORDS!!! im feeling very motivated about this one😎

i am 2k words deep into the fic btw and the fake dating hasn’t even started yet. it’s about to be long guys.

[lovesosweeet]

better left unsaid // cth

chapter thirty six

in which orion has leukemia, and calum doesn’t know.

calum hood x fem!oc

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november 5, 2018 san diego, california orion

Spending my 22nd birthday going to visit my new oncologist was not my plan. I hadn’t made much effort to make it happen, but I was hoping to just have a night out in LA with Emelia, her roommates, and some of my classmates. I already had a reservation set up at my favorite rooftop bar for ten people. 

I knew Cal had a show — Amsterdam — so I didn’t expect to get to spend it with him. I figured he’d call me after he got offstage while I was out with my friends and I’d answer, tipsy from a few too many espresso martinis, and it would be sweet and everyone with me would think it was so cute that he was so busy but still so present in our relationship.

Clearly, nothing like that is happening today. The only thing that’s the same is Emelia. She’s coming over tonight. I think my moms are getting us all Thai food and we’ll watch a movie or play a game, and I think we’ll have a bonfire, but the night is looking very differently than what I’d planned months ago. Today is the day I find out how chemo went and whether or not I get to live a little longer.

While Mama drives to the hospital, she and Mom are talking about something I stopped paying attention to a long time ago. I’m grateful both of them are coming with me to learn about my fate. My mind is just spinning and I can’t even pin down a single thought, so I find myself distracting my brain by doomscrolling on social media and reading happy birthday texts. 

From: kaykay (5sos groupies) happy birthday orion! miss ya and love ya! From: crystal (5sos groupies) baby o!!!! we miss you so so much! we’ll all be home soon and want to see your sweet face if you’ll have us. happy birthday ❤️ From: sierra (5sos groupies) sweet orion!! missing you more than ever! happiest of birthdays to the prettiest of girls ❤️

Macy tagged me in an Instagram story of a collage of pictures we have together—random chemo selfies, the night we celebrated her being cancer free, and the tour sendoff party that happened what feels like a lifetime ago. “MOST BEAUTIFUL BIRTHDAY GIRL EVER! LOVE YOU LONG TIME TY FOR BEING THE BEST” she wrote on top of the photo.

Emelia posted a carousel of our pictures from the past three years, including a very cringey one of us on the first day of class freshman year. We’d somehow shown up to class wearing nearly identical outfits and we decided we were destined to be friends, which was a correct assessment. The most recent one was last week at the beach, when we had a sunset picnic. “Strongest, bravest, kindest, most passionate (and stubborn) girl on the planet. Happy birthday to my soul sister. There’s no one who loves like you and I love having your love in my life. 22 is no match for you! ‘Til death, my friend.” 

Ashton has a photo of us getting gelato in Rome two years ago. I think Giuseppe took the picture, but the memory is blurry. All I remember is how divine my pistachio gelato tasted and how jealous Ash was of how much better mine was than his. In the picture, I’m happily taking a lick from mine while Ashton pouts at me, holding his cup of banana gelato that he’d hardly touched. His caption is short and sweet. “Happy birthday to the best girl I know (sorry @kaykay).”

I don’t follow him anymore, but I pull up Cal’s profile to see if he’s posted any stories or anything else today. When his profile picture indicates that he has posted a story I haven’t viewed, out of habit, I check it. Even if he checks who’s viewed it, I’ll only be one of literal thousands, so I doubt he’ll be able to see me as a viewer. He posted a picture of himself on stage last night, and today, he just took a screenshot of listening to 22 by Taylor Swift on Spotify. 

He’s saying happy birthday, even if he isn’t. 

From: paula (lavapies forever) HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FAV ESTADOUNIDENSE!!! love you miss you!!!  From: giuseppe (lavapies forever) oh!! happy birthday orion!!! how did I end up in this group chat….. ? From: marta (lavapies forever) feliz cumple, orion!! te echo de menos!!!  From: ilse (lavapies forever) HAPPY BDAY ORION! ❤️ From: paula (lavapies forever) giu you’re one of the girlies sorry

I haven’t texted the “5SOS groupies” back yet, and am uncertain of whether or not I will, but I do text back my former flatmates (and Giuseppe). 

To: lavapies forever muchisimas gracias!!!! miss you all!!! also, have some news for you guys From: ilse (lavapies forever) FINALLY From: paula (lavapies forever) when were you gonna tell us you guys broke up!!!!!! what happened?!?!?!? From: marta (lavapies forever) seriously! how could you not tell us?! but yes what happened we are dying to know the details From: giuseppe (lavapies forever) oh yeah fran asked if i knew anything but obviously i do not  To: lavapies forever so… its not so much that i need to tell you about the breakup? i don’t know how else to say it than to just say it so i’m just gonna say it i have leukemia so cal and i broke up i’m actually on my way to the doctor rn to see how my chemotherapy treatments went

When the group chat activity halts, I know they’re now all confused and in shock. My friends aren’t exactly known for not having something to say. I leave the WhatsApp app to give them time to process and go to my regular messages to see who else has reached out.

From: lucas Hey, O. Just popping in to say happy birthday! Sent you a Venmo—have a martini on me. Hope you’re doing okay!

Every other notification is just miscellaneous family members and a few classmates who are just as out of the loop as the general public is on what’s happening in my life. I guess I should probably share something on my social media about what’s going on. I don’t want the fans to know, but I can tell my classmates and people I actually know. I decide I’ll post something later today, once I’ve heard whatever news that the oncologist is about to share with me. 

Right when I’m locking my phone, it starts buzzing with an incoming Facetime from Paula. I tell my moms I’ll be on a call before I answer.

“Hey,” I say as her face fills my screen.

“I wish you’d told me sooner,” is how Paula starts the call. 

I frown. “It’s kinda hard to say over text. I’m sorry.”

“So call! Orion, what the hell! This is huge and I don’t know why you wouldn’t think we’d want to know!” 

I contemplate what to say next. I should be an expert at this after having to break the news Calum. “If it makes you feel better, I didn’t tell Cal until last month.” 

Paula’s mouth drops and I can tell she’s about to dwell on this instead of the actual news. “So he broke up with you?!” 

“What? No!” I sigh. “No, I broke up with him.” 

Her face contorts with confusion and she shakes her head, the idea rattling around in her brain. “You broke up with him?! Because you have cancer?!”

“Please don’t make me talk about this, Pau, it’s all anyone wants to talk about and I’m tired of it.” 

“No! We are going to talk about this! You guys are perfect together and you broke up with him in the middle of a life threatening diagnosis? What the fuck, Orion?” 

“Can we talk about this tomorrow?” I beg. “It’s my birthday. I promise I’ll call you tomorrow and I’ll let you know how things went today.”

She groans. “Fine, but only because it’s your birthday!” 

“Orion,” Mama says, catching my attention. “We’re here.”

I nod and look back to my phone. “¿Hablaremos mañana?”

Pau nods. “Mañana.”

Paula and I hang up then, and I tuck my phone into the pocket on my black sweatpants. We get out of the car and walk to the door of the cancer center, checking in at the desk and going to the waiting room. I feel like I’ve done all of this a million times now, but I haven’t felt this nervous about it in a long time. 

They call my name to come back, and we trudge slowly after the nurse and we sit in a sterile exam room that looks just like every other sterile exam room in the world. While we wait for the doctor to come in, my moms and I sit in silence. I don’t think anyone wants to say anything. I know I don’t.

Five minutes of waiting later and then there’s a knock on the door. My new doctor, Dr. Gupta, walks in with his clipboard and the nurse in tow. He takes a seat on the wheeled stool and moves it closer to me so that we’re only about a foot or two apart. 

“Good morning,” he says. “And, happy birthday.”

I give him a tense smile. “Thanks.” 

I had to come in last week for another biopsy and a full blood panel again to be able to assess the status of my cancer, so today is literally just to talk about the results. They also have me a full body exam to check my lymphnodes and other symptoms. Given the look on Dr. Gupta’s face from the moment he walked in, whatever he’s going to say isn’t good.

“Orion, there isn’t an easy way to say this, so I’m sorry,” he says, off to a horrible start. “The chemo hasn’t made much of a dent in the leukemia, and I’m afraid it’s progressing.” 

I look over at my moms who are clenching their jaws and squeezing each other’s hands. I’ll cry if I watch, so I look back to Dr. Gupta. 

“You have options, though. We can continue to try to find you a bone marrow donor, and there are a number of trials that are available, we’d just need to transfer you back to LA.” 

I shake my head. “I can’t go back to LA.” 

“Honey, you can go back—-“

I cut Mom off. “I’m not doing trials. I can’t. I’m sorry, but I’m not doing something else that will make me feel miserable and we don’t even know if it’s going to work. Besides, I’ll get what, maybe a year or two out of it if they do work?”

I look at Dr. Gupta to confirm, and he pulls his mouth into a slight frown. 

“There’s no guarantee on timelines or results, but, roughly, given your case, that’s what we’d be looking at.” 

“Right, and I’ll get like… a year, a few months if we just stop doing things?” 

Dr. Gupta sighs. “Again, we can’t say for certain, but roughly, yes, about a year.” 

“Yeah, I’m not doing anything. Can I go now?” I stand up, grabbing my bag. 

“Orion, at least hear about what options—“

I spin around, quickly, to face my moms. “I’m not doing anything.”

They look at me with tears in their eyes, begging me to stay and listen, but I don’t want to. 

“I want to go home. I want to live comfortably and just have time with people I care about. It doesn’t matter. I’m going to die anyway. It doesn’t even matter, and I’m not going to LA again.” 

We have a silent argument with just our eyes before they look to Dr. Gupta.

“Can we have the pamphlets on the trials? We can discuss this at home and let you know.”

Dr. Gupta quickly hands them the stack of brochures he’s had on top of his clipboard. “You don’t have to decide anything today, and please call me if you have any questions.” 

I walk out of the room then. I don’t want to dwell in there and I don’t want to dwell on what I’ve just learned. I can’t think about it. Not today. Maybe tomorrow. I just can’t spend my birthday thinking about it all. Today I’m supposed to celebrate my life, not the impending date of my death. 

—

We’re having a bonfire in the backyard with my family, Emelia, and Macy — complete with gelatin-free marshmallows and a crock pot full of mulled wine — when my phone starts going crazy. I try to ignore it and just enjoy the night with Emelia and Macy, who are listening to and respecting my wishes not to talk about the news of the day. I promise them we’ll talk about it tomorrow. 

My phone has probably buzzed twelve times in the past two minutes, and Emelia ends up taking my phone off the arm of the wooden chair I’m sitting in to look at it, apparently annoyed by all the notifications. She unlocks my phone for herself and her eyes grow wider as she looks at whatever notifications I’ve gotten.

“Jesus,” she whispers, scrolling through whatever it is. 

“What is it?” Macy asks before she takes another sip of her hot wine. 

“Um…” Em says, trailing off, still staring at my phone’s screen.

I hold my hand out for her to give me my phone back, and she pulls it further away from me, her eyes still glued to the bright screen. I can see it’s a text thread with a lot of texts from the other person.

“Give me my phone,” I instruct, holding my hand closer to her.

“It’s not good, are you sure?” 

I roll my eyes. “Em, there’s nothing worse than hearing that your chemotherapy didn’t help your terminal cancer on your birthday. I can handle whatever the hell someone texted me.” 

She sighs and hands my phone to me. “I warned you.” 

I take in what’s on my screen and feel my stomach start to churn. She’s right. It’s not good.

From: mike-o cliff-o yknow what orion, fuck you i don’t give a fuck that it’s your birthday FUCJ YOU my band, my BEST FRIENDS, aren’t speaking because you couldn’t tell the truth thos is your fault calum won’t even LOOK at ash! howrdare you you had no right to come into our lives and fuck up the one thing that matters most to all of us and then just LEAVEW do you know how depressed cxalum is he doesn’t do anything except show up on stage and drink and whineand moanmb he’s a fucking qwreck and that’s on yuo you play this innocnt sweet act that you’re jsut being kind and whatever bllshit you tell yourself but you and i both know you’re actually a shitty person what kind of person doesn’t tell their partner they have CACNDR and then BROAKS UP WITH THEM over it fuck you. i hope it’s terminal. and i hpoe it sucks.

My eyes start to water as I read through everything, but I try to remember that Michael is clearly very drunk. 

“No, he doesn’t get to make you cry on your birthday. Give me that, I’m texting a screenshot of that shit to Crystal.” Emelia holds her hand out for my phone again, but I hug it to my chest. 

“No, it’s fine. He doesn’t mean it, and he deserves to be mad.” 

“What? Who texted you?” Macy asks from my other side. I sigh and hand my phone to her so she can read it all. 

“It’s fine, he’s drunk. If that made him feel better to say that, it’s fine.” 

Emelia is fuming next to me and watching as Macy’s face gets more and more concerned while she reads what Mike sent. I don’t want to let them sway me. I don’t care what he sent. 

“Holy shit, O, that’s not okay,” Macy says while she hands me my phone. 

“It’s fine, I don’t care.”

But I do.

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[amplifyme]

15 Questions Tag Game

I was tagged by @randomfoggytiger. Thanks for always including me! ❤️

Were you named after anyone? My middle name is Beth. It was supposed to be Elizabeth, after my great-grandmother. But the OB/GYN who delivered me (and all 4 of my elder siblings) decided Lydia Beth rolled off the tongue more smoothly then Lydia Elizabeth, so that's what he put on the birth certificate. True story, hand to god. I think he was right. The original is quite a mouthful.

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? Tonight. I just finished up the 1994 TV mini-series of Stephen King's "The Stand" - only my favorite book ever. Haven't watched it in probably 15 years and I cried like a baby several times. The cast is 99% pure perfection. The only thing I'd change would be the casting of Molly Ringwald as Frannie. Just... no. I understand why they chose her (she was pretty popular back then), but she was completely wrong for the part and very cringey throughout. OTOH, Gary Sinise will always be my perfect Stu Redman.

DO YOU HAVE KIDS? Nope. Though not by choice. I wanted to have children, once upon a time. It just never worked out. But I'm okay with that now. Everything happens for a reason.

WHAT SPORTS HAVE YOU PLAYED/DO YOU PLAY? I used to love playing volleyball and basketball when I was a kid. Then I got hit by a car at 12, jacked up my left knee almost beyond repair, and followed that up with 3 subsequent surgeries and arthritis by the time I hit 18. No more playing sports for this kid.

DO YOU USE SARCASM? Me?? Never. 😜

FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE? Eyes. The windows to the soul, you know. Also body language. I don't think most folks realize how much they reveal simply by the way they hold their bodies.

WHAT IS YOUR EYE COLOR? Greeny-blue.

SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? I'm a sucker for a happy ending.

ANY TALENTS? I think I'm pretty good at stringing words together in a way some people enjoy. I can organize like nobody's business. I bake great bread - or at least I used to. Haven't done that for years. I can also whip together something tasty with not much effort.

WHERE WERE YOU BORN? About 12 miles south of where I live now. Out on the flatlands of Illinois, corn and soybean country. Mid-state, central region.

WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES? Writing, when the muse is amenable, which isn't often enough for me. Going on 7 months of my most current writer's block. *sigh* Reading. Hanging out in parks and forests preserves with a book and a camera. Bingeing on new shows or old favorites. Solving all the world's problem as I fall asleep. You know, the usual. 🤷🏻‍♀️

DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS? Levon the Cat, who'll turn 18 this year. It's gonna be really hard to say good-bye. I think he'll probably be my last four-legged roommate. It's too hard to see them go, and I've done it too much now.

HOW TALL ARE YOU? 5' 1" and some small fraction over that. I'm shrinking as I get older.

FAVORITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL? English, history, and composition.

DREAM JOB? Small animal rescue for a no-kill shelter. Gimme all the dogs and cats. That, or working to help women and men escape domestic abuse safely. Been there, done that. The hardest part is deciding to leave. I'd like to use my own experience to help others escape the cycle.

Tagging anyone who'd like to play 'cuz I'm up past my bedtime and really tired.

[tails89]

Tag nine people you want to catch up with/get to know better

Thanks @princecharmingwinks for the tag ❤️

Last Song: According to Spotify, The Waves by Bastille. I’ve been on a bit of a Bastille kick lately.

Last Film: I watched the new Indiana Jones movie, and by watched I mean it was playing on the TV but I was scrolling Tumblr. The last movie I actually watched was RWRB which I was not expecting to enjoy as much as I did. It was so stupid. I loved it so much.

Currently Reading (or last read): The last book was the most recent Murderbot Diaries, but I’ve also been rereading a bunch of my fave 911 fics.

Currently Watching: My housemate got me into the What We Do in the Shadows TV show. I thought it was going to be cringey… which it was but it’s also so much fun.

Current Obsession: My current obsession is Everest docos. I think I’ve watched every single one on YouTube.

Tagging (no pressure): @an-optimist-prime, @thebestbooksaround, @rosieposiepuddingnpie, @theproblemwithstardust, @spruceoutoffive, @homerforsure, @rogerzsteven, @bigfootsmom, @tulipfromtheinternet

[right-stopthat-its-silly]

Five things I could talk about for an hour (or more probably, lol)

Thanks for tagging me, @marcus-the-ant!! ❤️

"Hey remember when that "list 5 things you could talk about for an hour" thing was going around? Yeah let's start that back up again."

1) John Entwistle (also The Who by extension)

2) Jane Austen film/tv series adaptations

3) British Parliament/Past MPs from 1997 to now (very odd fixation I’ve had recently, there’s so much drama/tea though it’s crazy I keep going further down the rabbit hole ahhhh)

4) How much I hate organic chemistry and why I want to kill myself (I also hate studying evolutionary biology, so, in conclusion, I hate being a stem major, but not actually, I just hate studying)

5) Eon James Bond movie franchise lol (this should be #1 actually I fucking LOVE 007)

6) I know this list is supposed to be five things long but I wanted to add Python because I do talk about them a lot with my friends usually way longer than an hour!!

Not sure about the validity of this list but I mean I definitely could see myself talking about most of these things for many hours, in fact I already have for most of them. Hopefully I don’t sound too shallow 😔 I like English stuff a lot obviously. Oof this post is so cringey and way too stream-of-consciousness, thanks for making it this far if you did!!!

[justscrolllling]

Here, a fan comic of tmnt I never finished and gave up on 😌

You can totally tell I suck at art, I didn’t just wanna leave all this effort behind tho… so here you go, my cringe fanart 😘😘😘

So I had this idea for the 2012 tmnt apocalypse au, like summing up how they all got to where they were in the movie. I wanted it to be mainly Mikey and Leo centric (mainly Mikey), because they didn’t get much backstory (or at least a strong one) in the movie, and I wanted to add more depth on how Mikey loses his mind over the apocalyptic years. It wasn’t planned to be JUST Leo and Mikey, i was definitely gonna add some Raph and Donnie in there as well, just to satisfy my urge to traumatized the brothers some more lmao.

Quick sum up of the original idea bc it’s super cringe: the story begins with Mikey and how he got out of the city, he meets some people and escapes with them, along the way he makes a map with some spare paper supply as the group searches for an oasis, he makes a friend along the way but they end up dying and that’s how he gets his poncho (it belongs to the dead person). Eventually it leads to a small montage of Mikey leaving the group and his mental health just declining from there, he starts to hallucinate and the loneliness of not having his brothers there takes a tole on him. After some time Mikey stumbles upon the oasis, finishing his map he spends a nice time in the water and enjoying the greenery, but after some time he doesn’t want to be alone and he sets out to go find his brothers, knowing they’re not dead. He stumbles upon a small clan and entrusts his odd map with them, and him being the sparkle sunshine guy he is, his map is unreadable. Mikey continues on this journey, with constant doubts at the back of his mind that his brothers are dead, this eventually leads to even more of a mental decline and he gets more traumatic flashbacks as he continues. He soon starts to hallucinate after fighting with himself that his brothers are not dead, and starts to make fake items to represent each brother, talking to icecream kitty and chompy along with his new hallucination brothers he finally finds the pizza place. This is where his story ends (I had planned it to be him seeing the pizza place and a childish smile appears on his face, it making him look absolutely insane and he walks towards the pizza place and the comic panel fades out).

Leo I didn’t plan much, his was a lot more of a short story beginning ing with a few terrifying panels of him just withering in pain and losing himself to the mutation. This would then lead on to more of a silent comic with no talking and Leo just wandering and slowly becoming this beast.

Raph and Donnie’s little mini comic was just supposed to show how Donnie became a robot and how the 2 bond as they set sail across the now barren world, searching for an oasis, completely believing their brothers are dead.

Oh btw page 1.2 looks different because that’s my more recent art style, it’s there bc I needed to add more context, I’m not good at making comics so forgive me if it’s confusing..

Yeah so that’s my cringey tmnt fan comic bc I can ❤️

I don’t own tmnt

[antiquesintheattic]

ty for the tag @pleasuresoftheharbor !!

Name: well my full name is alexis but i really only ever go by lexi cause alexis feels too formal haha

Sign: pisces but i’m not really into astrology so idk what that means for me! lol!

Time: 11:23am as i’m typing this

Last movie: blood simple! very pretty looking and cinematic

Last show: wait truthfully i don’t even know… usually i’m in a movies or a shows phase and currently i’ve just been watching a lot more movies

When I created this blog: 2017 baby! but i didn’t start regularly posting like i do now until January 2022

Other blogs: oh boy. i have one i made for my own personal posts but now i just put them here, one for my art, one for old flickr posts (i have no idea if i’ll keep up with that one though and will probably just continue posting them on here as well), and one for like cringey fandom stuff that i will NEVER release the url for lmaooo it’s just an archive for myself mainly

Do I get asks much: noooo </3 and tbh i don’t even know if my ask box is visible? idk i think i’ve gotten 2 though so it must be!

Average hours of sleep: hmmm probably around 7. but like i sleep from 3am-10am so it’s not anything to be tooooo proud of haha

Instruments: i started learning guitar but i don’t have the discipline to do it by myself so i’d love to get into some proper lessons !

What i’m wearing: just the most atrocious combination imaginable. absolutely abominable. i’m wearing black camo sweatpants that i was wearing yesterday and a large red white and blue flannel that doesn’t even almost match <3 it’s okay they were my pj’s and at least i’m comfy

Dream job: i would love to do something creative like photography, music, art, or anything in that realm. what would be super could would be making album art for bands or like being a rock photographer omg. ross half i’m i’m coming for your job. i love rock music obviously so it’d be fun to be in the scene but i lack the skills needed to be a musician hehe

i will tag: @westerberg @rutles and @adventure1978 (SORRY I KEEP TAGGUNG UIU WHEN YOUVE ARWADY BEEN TAGGED OOPS) but definitely don’t feel pressured for this one ik it’s a lot of stuff about yourself ❤️❤️

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

I have a fic idea for Peter and Gwen!

What i was thinking, Peter and Gwen are having a chill day, like cuddling and watching a movie! I feel like Peter 3 will randomly start a tickle fight at any moment!

Ler!peter3 lee!gwen

Giggle Fight

Summary: See prompt above :)

(This kind of turned more into cuddly tickle fight than straight Lee Gwen, I hope that's okay Anon ❤️ Thank you for the idea and I hope you enjoy :))

Warning: More romantic than my usual writings ❤️

Today was supposed to be relaxing. Gwen and Peter 3 were having a movie night together. They had chosen a high school favorite movie to rewatch. Now they were rewatching it to laugh at their younger selves for enjoying it so much. It wasn't bad, just cringey.

Gwen was enjoying the movie, when she felt Peter Three shift beside her. She thought he was just getting antsy from the movie, but then he wrapped his arms around her.

The next sound to leave Gwen's mouth was a squeak when Peter 3 kissed her ear. "Whahat are yohou doing?"

"Just kissing," Three teased as he peppered more kisses into her ear.

"Noho yohoure nohot! Yohoure tihicklihing mehe!"

"Ihim just giving you kisses." Peter trailed the kisses down her face to her neck. "Your thehe one whose to tihicklish for her ohown good."

"Eep! Peheter!"

Three singsonged in reply. "Not doing anything."

While Gwen loved the kisses, she wanted to knock her boyfriend down a few pegs. So she slid her hands under the blanket they were cuddled under with the intent of reaching his sides.

However, she was stopped when Peter 3 caught her hands and intertwined his fingers with hers.

"Awww, you want to hold my hand? That's so sweet."

Gwen whined. "Nohot fahair!"

"Come on Giggles." Peter moved the kisses across the front of her neck to the other side. "Yohou need to laugh mohore."

"Yohoure behihing aha meheanie!"

Three snickered. "Yohou can have your revenge later. My turn first."

Gwen squealed loudly as Three nuzzled his nose into her neck along with the kisses. His grip on her hands wasn't that strong and Gwen felt she could easily wiggle free. However, did you she really want too?

Peter wiggled his nose across her neck and up to her ears. Gwen snorted when her boyfriend attacked her ears, but she was enjoying the attention.

"I got you," Peter cooed into her ear.

"Yohou gohot mehe," Gwen replied.

"Ihi kno---."

The next moment, Peter was cut off by Gwen kissing his lips. He slowly melted into the kiss.

Gwen smirked. Got ya.

While Three was distracted, Gwen slipped her hands free and immediately spidered her fingers across his sides.

Peter 3 squeaked and scrunched up. "Hehey!"

"You said I could have my revenge later." Gwen leaned forward. "So I'm taking my revenge."

Peter squealed and dissolved into giggles.

"I got you," Gwen teased as her fingers skittered across his sides.

"Yohou dihid!"

She slid up to his ribs. "Ihi still do."

Peter 3 squealed loudly then cackled. His long legs started spazzing underneath the blanket.

"Awaha, youwre a kicky baby." Gwen teased. "I think I'll keep you and call you . . . Sweet cheeks."

Gwen loved the light snickers she heard as she nuzzled her nose into her boyfriend's cheek.

"Yohour nihicknahames ahare crihingey."

"Rude! Just for that!" Gwen immediately blew a raspberry into Three's neck.

"AHH! IHIM SOHORYHY!"

"Ahas you should be." Gwen took one look at her boyfriend's blushy face as his giggles poured out and melted into a smile. "But you're so cute, I think I'll forgive you."

Peter blushed at his girlfriend's comments.

Gwen smiled as she started spidereing her fingers again. "Ohor I may just ticklehel you some more."

Unfortunately, between the tickles and cuddles, the young couple missed the rest of their movie.

[thoughtsinadaydream]

The Spooktacular Halloween Movie Challenge: October 10, 2023

Warm Bodies (2013)

For once, special zombie doesn’t mean it explodes acid or can tie you up with its tongue. This special zombie retained the capacity to think and feel like a human, and when R rescues a human girl from others of his kind, the bond the two form has the potential to change the world as they know it…again.

Look. This movie is cute a.f. Its got all the charm of a nerd winning over the homecoming queen kind of story but is just macabre enough to prevent it from being cringey, at least in my opinion. Also, what a unique take on a post-apocalyptic romance! (That totally isn’t spoilers btw; it’s classified as a horror romance and has a zombie and a girl on the front cover with a heart behind them)

As of this year, the author of this series actually mentioned that the rights were purchased for all of the books, so even though he doesn’t know what’s happening behind the scenes, a decade delayed sequel is still on the table. This has caused a lot of hubbub with fans, and you can even find fan-made trailers posted around. Who knows? If you’ve never watched it, maybe you’ll get around it just in time to catch a long-anticipated sequel ❤️

[cedobols]

hey bom can u suggest some animes and where to watch them (love you<3)

wah thanks for this awesome ask!! id love to recommend some!! i torrent all my shows so im not so sure where to stream them .. you’ll defs be able to find some sites via reddit etc!!

here are some of my favourite animes:

ouran high school host club: haruhi (afab) is mistaken as a boy when she moves schools and upon accidentally breaking the host clubs vase, is forced to pay back the debt by joining the club . trans rights!

erased: about a man who is sent back to his childhood to prevent three of his classmates from being kidnapped & killed . its soooo eerie and god i just love everything about this anime i REALLY recommend it if ure into mysteries

doukyuusei: (this is a movie but. it’s literally one of my top four on letterboxd bc i just ADORE this movie) basc gay boys in high school ❤️ summer time .. a really beautiful movie. very moving

Love, Chunibyo and Other Delusions!: i really really love the art style of this one... i think its the cutest thing ever. the colours are wonderful. its also relatable.. being cringey in yr8 and having that past haunt you in later high school... #NEURODIVERGENCY

mob psycho 100: just. watch this. please. its incredible. the animation and mixed media is ... sooo inspirational. and such a. powerful story of learning to accept and love yourself for who you are.

toradora: another cute high school romance .. silly .. fun watch!!

haikyuu: this is a sports anime. its long.. many episodes. but once you get invested you're IN IT. its heartwarming and exciting and has many thrills along the way .. lots of loveable characters and cute ships!! kagehina is one of my favourite anime ships..

lovely complex: this anime is so fun and funny . i love the facial expressions. its about a tall girl and short boy who've made a bet to see who can get a bf/gf first .. rivals!! to lovers!! very cute

Words Bubble Up Like Soda Pop: another movie that i really loved. i think i watched it twice in one day bc it just. made me so happy. i love the soundtrack and characters.. shy boys.. the colours are really vivid and new!! about two characters who have trouble communicating to others. cherry (boy) only knows how to express himself through haikus and smile (girl) is self conscious about her braces and covers her mouth. they overcome these obstacles to connect with each other!

i cant really think of any more off the top of my head but i hope you try a few of these out bc they really are great!! thanks for asking (^_^) i love recommending shows i enjoy !!

[hb-writes]

Umm as if I’ve only been reading your amazing stories for 2 years? 😭 I feel as though it’s been ages! Anyhow, are you still accepting prompts for the 5 line fics? I’m aching for Carlisle & Mia fluff 🥺 with ‘I suppose I shall have to tickle it out of you’. Or anything tbh 🥺

If we were celebrating my actual "posting fanfic on the internet" anniversary that would be Jun 25, 2008. 😅 It all started with a fanfic of The Covenant (10/10 recommend btw. The movie is cringey as hell but I still love it).

Here's your Carlisle and Mia fluff. Thank you for requesting! ❤️

"I suppose I shall have to tickle it out of youher."

Carlisle's voice carried across two rooms from the kitchen where he was speaking with Esme about their daughter's impromptu call for a family meeting. She had refused to tell any of them what the meeting was about and not even Alice’s prodding at Mia’s future had given them a clue—in fact, Alice’s attempts and the rest of their siblings’ relentless questions had led only to Mia banishing them all from the living room until their scheduled meeting time. 

Since his tone was light, Mia didn’t offer much consideration to her father’s threat as she continued working on her powerpoint presentation—so far she’d amassed twelve slides outlining various college programs she’d received acceptances to, but she wasn’t quite finished yet. 

“What are you working on?”

“Dad!” Mia shouted and scrambled to catch her laptop as it slipped toward the floor when Carlisle suddenly appeared in front of her. Carlisle’s hands steadied the device before Mia could get a proper hold and he placed it back into her lap without even glancing at the presentation on the screen. 

It was refreshing, the respect and consideration Carlisle showed to her in honoring her privacy, and suddenly Mia wasn’t interested in keeping her news secret anymore—not from her father, at least.

Mia scooted over on the couch, sitting up straight and repositioning the computer on her lap so Carlisle could sit beside her. “You want a preview?” 

send me an ask with the first sentence of a fanfic and I’ll write the next five-ish.