#this post is to say that i accidentally stayed up past 1am last night so guess what time i woke up today

[guinevereslancelot]

my worst trait is the need to get 12 hours of sleep every night. if i have to get up at 6am well i should be in bed by 6pm. combine this with my natural inclination to stay up really late and you get me waking up past noon because i was up past midnight. if there is no external force like school or a job keeping me on my early bedtime schedule i will revert to sleeping til noon within a few days

[simluvbot]

Enhypen as dates they would take you on <3

tags: gn!reader, established relationship au, fluff, bf! enha

members: all members !!

wc: 400-800ish for each member ?? this is very long uh I’m sorry I got carried away

a/n: hi, welcome to my first piece of writing on this blog 😁😁 I tried to write so that these matched the members and their personalities the most! Also as this is my first post any interaction is so cherished 🥺 but anyways,, I hope you enjoy :D

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Heeseung

he would take you to so many fun places!!

Your dates would consist of going bowling together, theme parks, a walk in the park — you can count on having a fun time with heeseung!

He would just want to impress you );

He’s be always so attentive to you and remember even the littlest of details about you

You’d be in a shop together looking around and he’ll tap your shoulder, showing you a lace shirt that you instantly fall in love with

It’s just your style!

You’d ask him how he knew you would like it, to which he would simply mumble  with, “you told me a few months ago that you like shirts like this.”

You’d just stand in shock like :ooo

Not even you remember telling him that ):

Please he loves you so much, if it’s something that you tell him you like or don’t like, he’ll immediately store it in his memory! He wants to know so much more about you 🥺

Your dates are definitely what you look forward to whenever you see him!!

As much as you love fun day outs with him, you also love your chiller night dates at him <3

Meeting each other late at night after practice? A must!! No way can you let your hee go home alone when he’s the last leaving the practice room after a long day ):<

You would often surprise him by showing up at belift at ungodly hours, and as much as he would scold you with a light frown for coming to see him when it’s already half past midnight,,

You still always catch that small little smile he has whenever you do surprise him hehe

to be aware of just the fact that youre there? is enough for him. you ground him and its especially those spontaneous dates youll throw upon him and inevitably show him without the words uttered that you care for him and you love him? 

those are secretley his fave (: but he doesnt have to tell you that - youve already guessed :D

But at the same time on those late night after-practice dates he just wants to make sure that you’re not staying up too late all the time just to make sure he’s doing okay after practice, his y/nnie needs their sleep too ):

And what you’ll do together? Eat ramen of course!!

Although these little late night dates with him usually dont last no longer than an hour, he still treasures them so dearly in his heart ):

Hee sometimes needs a lot of love and assurance, even if he doesn’t mention it

And you’re the best at making him feel better instantly 🥺

but we seriously cant forget about your daytime dates too! each date of yours is always filled with so so many jokes and giggles that your hearts burn with longing for the other whenever you part ways ):

i can see that he’ll even store the memory of your dates even weeks after they’ve happened - he’ll store those memories of you; all in his heart (and the polaroid he took of you in the back of his phonecase 😳) and tucked close.

Jake

as for dates, to me he seems the type to be into really spontaneous and random things!! He’d love going somewhere fun or just simply randomly travelling with you without a destination!

He especially loves to sneak out of the dorm late at night and meet you at you and his favourite park.

It’s located at the top of a really tall hill, and you’ll both spend hours sitting on the swings, chatting away with little care for the rest of the world or the time as you both simply giggle at each other’s jokes and contentedly talk about anything and everything; watching the city lights glow from hundreds of metres below you

He’d offer you his jacket when the temperature drops by a few degrees suddenly

You’d be like no!! It’s okay you should also stay warm, I’m okay 🥺

But then because he is such a sweetheart he’d huff and sit next to you on the swing, making the single-seater far too cramped as he tries to supply you with his body heat if that’s the only way that you’ll accept not freezing to death 😠

But then you’ll both slip due to there not being enough space for both of you on the wing, and your both fall flat down on your butts lmao

You’d both freeze, staring at each other blankly on the floor

but then you’d both crack up and laugh for the longest time — hushing each other in-between giggles from the fear of maybe you were being a bit too loud and could wake some people up?

But then you’d both fall into giggling messes once again as you blame each other for causing the other to fall down ):

You’d eventually sit together huddled on a bench, sitting in silence and simply staring out at seoul’s twinkling night lights as you share his leather jacket: heavy and warm as it drapes across you and his’ shoulders

But eventually you’d both finally head home! — your eyelids soon growing too heavy and both of you afraid of accidentally falling asleep at a park at 1am lmfao

idk why but i can just see a lot of late-night dates with jake,, such as

baking cookies together at 1am???? probably has happened twice already in your relationship aha 😁

honestly you both spend so much time together casually that you end up arguing on whether that time where he randomly showed up at your house wanting to make relationship bracelets together was really a date or not lmao

he is also so <3 so incredibly sweet too though uGH. he is a sweetheart and like heeseung he will remember every little detail of you which will be useful for when he comes up with more date ideas in the future (

on dates such as eating at a restaurant together he will always bring you flowers like the gentleman he is.

it’s kinda funny because when youre both on a date together alone with no other people around you both become complete crackheads

but when meeting in front of others he acts so mature and serious suddenly lmao ?? 

but honestly he just trusts and loves you so so much that he doesnt even feel like he needs to act a certain way or try to become someone complteley different on a date just to impress you

but its okay because you love the duality of jake sim <3

someone get me him pls. i want one </3

Jay

With jay, shopping dates ??? yes of course (;

he’d simply love taking you out either down a road with many well-known clothing brands or maybe even the mall, entering several clothing stores with you

he never mentions it, but its obvious how much he simply adores seeing you wear the clothes he picks out for you :D

oh and matching couple outfits are obviously always chosen whenever you go out on these fashion dates!!

he will pick out a selection of items he thinks will look good on you, and - to admit it to himself: he does a pretty good damn job

tell me why this boy will get so flustered whenever he sees you walk out of the changing room,, looking so pretty in what he chose for you ??

he’d also one day surprise you on a date with matching couple bracelets :D

you’ll get so excited and he’ll get so shy and try to hide his smile as you compliment how good his sense of style is !! and as much as he denies the fact that he’s blushing you luckily do manage to snap some pics as evidence of the rosy colour in his cheeks hehe

and especially earlier on in the relationship, he’ll always try his best and prepare cute little dates for you both )): and the members would tease him to DEATH for how unbelievably soft and considerate he is when doing things for you when he is so cranky towards them lmfao

chill dates (:

walking in the park together, getting ice cream, going for late night drives and listening to music together </3 with jay it never has to be complicated

Just as long as he gets to be with you, talk with you and touch you then that’s more than enough for him (: he just likes to be in your company

and Idk why I can just see this but he wILL have playground dates with you. dont question it

Because like ?? hanging out on the swings or climbing frame of a kids park at 11PM when there’s no one else there but you both?? Talking and swinging quietly next to each other? very romantic to me hmm

Yes <3 

he will stare at you as he silently swings a back and forth a little; brushing the hair out of your face and looking at you with so so much love in his eyes it’s unbelievable

he especially loves just relaxing with you. watching a show on the tv together while cuddling and staying close to each other is something he loves

hearing your giggles and listening to you talk while engaging in teasing banter where he’ll pretend to think the things you say are stupid by scoffing and rolling his eyes when in reality his heart is swelling and he’s trying so hard not to laugh at how cute you are? 

shut UP

those are definitely one of his favourite types of dates with you

he’ll constantly try to impress you and will be willing to try so many different things with you

i can see him as either being openly interested about going on typical couple dates together such as painting or eating at romantic restaurants,, or every time you mention something of the sort he’ll be groaning at yet another mention of the ‘couple bucket list’ you had created lol

but actually he’s secretly really excited for that couple mug-painting session you booked for you both. but he will never tell you that 😳

in conclusion, with jay it really never has to be something complex for you both to enjoy your dates <3 he just loves being in your company, even if its one of those nights where you both share no words between the cuddling and content sighs and various little soft kisses he presses to your forehead.

sunghoon

with sunghoon gOSH

whatever you two get up to, it’d be so so soft and gentle and perfect and just ):

he would always ask the members what to take you out on as a date and you bet his naver search history would consist of questions like ‘what does my s/o like’ and ‘where should i take out my partner on a date’ lmao

he just wants to make you happy and comfy ):

dates with him are usually really cute!! Like going to cafes, going ice skating etc!

But you’d also love those dates at home with him, giggling shyly as you both sit together and watch a film 🥺

he LOVES those dates! he always gets so shy whenever he comes over and it takes him a little while to get comfortable enough with you to even hold your hand pls

So when he one day pulls you in closer from where you’re sitting side by side on the couch,, bringing you closer and tucking you under his arm ??

You’re so so surprised, and you feel your heart clench a little at how gentle he is with you and how he’s finally opening up ):

And from then on,, he only will become more and more comfortable with you!!! To the point where he’ll start pouting a lil when you don’t snuggle up next to him on the sofa like you usually do );

So cuddle dates with hoon? Yes you bet they’re his fave!!

and then when its quickly approaching your 100 days anniversary, he’ll be wracking his brains for so long trying to decide what to do for you

but then it will hit him like a light bulb switching on!

he’ll suddenly remember you mentioning this specific thing that you really liked and would want to do one day, and guess what he would plan for u both!!

he’d prepare 💔💔 a picnic 💔💔 for you 💔💔

ugh youre so lucky

he’d text you the day before your anniversary telling you to expect to go on a date with him the day after and to dress up prettily :D

he’d wake up super early on the day of the date, preparing all of your favourite foods and meals into a cute lil basket ):

and when you finally both meet at a really rEALLY pretty secluded area that you somehow had no idea existed despite you living in the area for so long - you’d maybe start tearing up?? 

because your boyfriend is so so sweet and you never saw this coming from him at all ): 

and he’d just stand there shyly in front of the picnic he set up, hand at the back of his head and looking down; cute lil blush tainting his cheeks from how nervous he is!

but then you’d run over and give him a big, big hug, exxclaiming how much you appreciate what he did for you and how youre so so incredibly sorry for not bringing him something as well to celebrate your anniversary (you were dying inside fo guilt please!! how could u forget to get him something when he went out of his way like this for you )):  )

but he’d simply shake his head, smiling and not minding at all

because if he gets to see you happy, gets to see those twinkling eyes of yours that just stare up at him with so so much love before bringing him in for a sweet kiss - then he simply doesnt mind at all.

r u crying at this like i am lol

sunoo

sunoo absoloutely adores you.

and he cant stay away from you !! lmao

you’ll leave after a date and ten minutes after youve arrived you’ll get a text from him saying how much he already misses you and wants to see his bun again ):

but its okay!! because y’all would meet up again really soon again :D

sunoo really doesnt mind what you both do together, he just loves being in your company !! if he’s doing something with you, its certain that he will have so much fun and be so so comfy!

you often like to go to cinemas together, watching a film

film/drama marathons are also something that you both do very very often as a date! he loves it when you hug him tight and throw a leg over his as you both lie down in his dorm bed/your bed, watching something on your laptop

he is very very cuddly and whenever you both do have cuddle dates/sessions (which is all the time btw) he’ll like it when you absentmindedly play with his fingers or stroke your hands through his hair soothingly

and then he’ll complain and whine when you stop lmao

seriously though, without a question if either of you meet at either his dorm or your house - its always:  ‘so what are we gonna watch?’

he also likes doing very very cute couple-y activities with you! of course he does,, youre his baby ): 

(he’s more YOUR baby actually - but he doesnt need to know about that shh hehe)

funfair dates where you will go on a ferris wheels and eat cotton candy together? sharing a kiss when you reach the top? yes! and so is going to those sets designed for couples to take cute photos together as a lil photoshoot!

he is so so sweet with you ): 

and has it been mentioned yet that you’ll go on food dates? this is a very obvious date you both do very often !! 

going to food markets and trying out different street foods from different vendors? yes.

having mini dates at the korean convinience store late at night where you’ll both sit by the window and eat tteokbokki & ramen together? yes.

its all honestly really really chill, but he also knows when to be serious when he needs to (:

he’ll take you out to the your favourite restaurants often!

and whenever youre celebrating something he’ll take you to a really good and famous restaurant with mouth-watering food, and you’ll be left wondering for the longest time how on earth he managed to get a seat in since its always so booked

or ordering take-out is good too :D

in conclusion (because i just realised how long this is help 😭): dates with sunoo are always a variety of fun activities which always leave you feeling tired yet so, so happy and content at the end of the day !!

he loves you so much <3

Jungwon

Since you both go to the same school, a lot of your little dates are actually spent there

He’s pretty shy with you at times,, but when you’re both alone it’s then that dates with him are usually so so goofy and silly; days filled with his teasing and your eye rolls and giggles.

Meeting at the rooftop before school to simply talk and giggle and drink chocolate milk? Yes.

Staying after school for small study sessions in the library? Yes.

With jungwon, you’re not able to see him as much between school and him being an idol, so every little moment together means so much to both of you ):

To me jungwon also seems like a cuddler!!! cause like?? Have you seen him ?? Tell me he doesn’t look so soft 

So, dates at home when he’s free where you can both cuddle together in your bed while eating and doing homework? They’re so so cosy,, and definitely your favourite kinda dates!! not to mention that your parents absolutely adore him too

With jungwon, lots of lil spontaneous dates are definitely his and yours trademark (‘:

He’ll turn up at your house randomly with a grin and dimple poking at his cheek, holding a bag of convenience store food and asking you if you want to go on a date with him even if it’s 10pm and dark outside lmfao

And then he’ll take you to an arcade!

You’ll be the only ones there and he’s keep flexing about how he’s going to win you this cat plush from the claw machine because he says it looks like him

He’d try several times and end up spending almost 8,000 won on the machine trying to win you this plush and at this point he’s already making up several excuses about how oh, ‘it’s rigged’ or ‘give me one more chance I will get it this time!!’

You’d giggle at how he grows flustered, gently asking him if you could have a go for fun, sighing and with him and agreeing on the fact that the claw machine is definitely rigged

You’d complain together; scolding the machine and asking it to please be nice and stop ruining your date when it’s then that the claw actually picks up a plush and you’re both like ;oo

You’d both stay stood in shock as the cat plush is dropped into the receiving box, before laughing loudly

He’d stand there flustered, blush tainting his cheek before he just walks away 🚶🏻‍♂️

You’d quickly pick up the cat plush and chase after him, giggles tumbling out your lips

and uhm after that you beTTER go check up on your boy and see if his ego wasnt too damaged by that 😤

so of course you’d wrap your arms around him from behind, tucking your face into the back of his neck ): and pressing gentle kisses where you know he’s ticklish until he finally relents, a small grin and dimple lighting up his face

and phEW because you thought he was upset ): but he laughs and says youre better at the claw machine than he is so,, all good dont worry !! 🥺

It’d end up being him taking the cat plush home, which you both name ‘jungwon-two’ because of how much it actually looks like him 😭

Expect many references and inside jokes to that date and jungwon-two in the future

and tbh you love dates with won so so much. theyre so fun plus they’re always secret.

and whenever you’re out doing whatever the hell you both get up to,

It’s like there is no one else in the world. It’s just you, and him, and the blooming you both feel in your chests.

Niki

I don’t know but I can just see niki as being so romantic

You’re both young, and although niki is the biggest dork and always likes to play around and make jokes 24/7 - he’s also so mature compared to the other boys your age

So would he take you out to a date where he’d set up classically romantic candles and rose petals for you both to eat at for your 1 month anniversary? Yes ):

And you’d be so speechless and shocked as you blush quietly and thank him before he‘s accidentally knocking over his glass of water all over the table cloth and you’re laughing out loud

But expect every other date with him to be filled with so so much food and comfort!

He’d feel so comfy around you, and really the only word he thinks is perfectly able to describe you is home. He thinks you feel like home to him.

So he’d show you all of this favourite things, the things closest to his heart and you can’t help but feel your own heart clench at how much you adore this boy

He’d take you out to traditional Japanese restaurants and show you his favourite foods from back home and teach you the customs of how to eat sushi

You’d 100% be so so interested and excited whenever he reveals to you a vulnerable part of him, and he’d stare at you so lovingly as he kisses your cheek, blushing and smiling like the 15 year old he is

Ugh ): niki ):

Dance dates!!

You claim you can’t dance to save your life LMFAO (or maybe you can 😳?) but he only grins shyly instead as he takes you to a small dance studio he rented (he didn’t want to take you the belift building where there would be other people - he’d want you to feel completely comfortable).

You’d simply stand there with your mouth dropped open as you watch him freestyle to a random song he put on like it’s nothing

You’d spend the day getting taught some moves by him and although you’re sure you look like a cat getting electrocuted, he still smiles and  nods and even claps, giving you compliments and teasing remarks

Overall, dates with niki are so so fun and goofy and perfect. You feel your heart swell every time he takes you out on another little adventure, feeling so complete and carefree between his warm hugs, jokes and words that he has to say to you

(’:

[myundeadgayson]

Ahoy, We are Castaways AU, but not really because Gunk and Ishmael find Pirates:

@bluwards So.... I mayhaps wrote an entire thing for your idea?

For anyone wondering, here’s the link to the OG au idea post: https://bluwards.tumblr.com/post/661885099380506624/au-where-tommy-and-wilbur-were-part-of-a-pirate

This might not be exactly what you were hoping for of this, but I had an image in my mind and just went HAM on it. Like, I mean that as in I started this at like... 1am last night and I finished at like 4pm today??? I’m not saying I wrote that entire time, but I am saying that I literally just NEEDED to finish this because it’s SUCH A FUN IDEA. (I’m sorry for writing so much by the way! I got excited.)

Notes: None of this is historically accurate to literally anything, especially history and pirates. Instead, we’re gonna image this is some fun fantasy world where like. Pirates are out chilling in the world stealing shit and royalty exists somewhere enough you can be like “yeah, i’m royal. try to prove i’m not bitch.” (Also, I’ll post this on Ao3 later and edit with the link after I sleep. For now, please enjoy!) Words: 5160 Characters: Wilbur Soot, TommyInnit, Philza Minecraft, and Technoblade

The heat must be getting to him.  It must be because there’s no way that’s a ship he’s seeing out on the horizon. It seems to be drawing closer, but it’s not near enough to tell, not that it would matter anyway. It’s not real.  It’s not real, he tells himself. It has to be a mirage. As if their luck would ever be that good.

 Wilbur rests his head back down into Tommy’s mess of curls. The two of them are curled together underneath the shade of the treeline. His back is pressed against the rough, uneven bark of a palm tree with his bare feet digging into the sand. Tommy’s eyes are closed. His little brother is tucked tight against his side, dozing softly as the slight breeze ruffles his dirty hair.

 If Wilbur tried, he could pretend Tommy was just resting. He could pretend this was the two of them relaxing on some beach that they’ve gotten all to themselves. He could imagine that Tommy tuckered himself out, now the two of them were peacefully dozing off in the shade on a lovely Summer day as the gentle sea wind blew.

 In that fantasy, they would have chosen to be here on this beach. A beach would make for a good day trip, he thinks. He imagines that it would be a beach off the coast of a small town. He’d take Tommy early in the morning down past the docks and watch Tommy hop along stones down a path leading towards the sand. Wilbur would make him carry a basket of bread and other treats that they might have gotten from a kind baker that didn’t mind that their pockets were a little low. Wilbur would smile and promise to repay them, and it’d be a real promise instead of a sharp-toothed lie.

 He’d bring a threadbare sheet because they’d have one to spare for it. He’d spread it along the sand and bask in the sun’s rays. He’d open his eyes occasionally to Tommy’s excited shouts as his brother pulled odd shells and tiny hermit crabs from the ocean, then laugh as Tommy shouted obscenities when they inevitably fell from his hands because Tommy was anything but careful. A few shells would be saved though, and Tommy would make a small pile of them on the corner of the sheet for them to keep.

 Tommy would eventually tug Wilbur up to join him. Wilbur would laugh and pretend to be reluctant as his brother guided him down towards the water until the warm waves lapped at their feet. Tommy would grin at him, bright as the sun overhead and his hair sparkling like strands of gold. He’d look so proud of himself as he showed Wilbur more shells and other interesting things he found.

 Along the way, one of them would splash the other whether it be accidentally or not, and it’d start a war. Wilbur would laugh until his ribs were sore as he smacked water Tommy’s way and listened to the younger shout insults back at him. It’d all be in good fun and it’d show in Tommy’s toothy grin as the blond would get some harebrained idea of how to “win” their little game and it’d end with them both falling into the water. They’d be soaked to the bone and Wilbur would playfully smack water at Tommy’s face for getting them both wet, but it’d be fine in the end because they would sit out in the sun until their clothes dried. In this fantasy, Wilbur could imagine it wouldn’t matter anyway because once they went home, they’d have more clothes to change into and one pair wouldn’t be missed for a day.

 When the sun started to set over the horizon, Wilbur would gather them up to leave. He’d gather up their food and make Tommy carefully fold up the sheet. It’d end up balled up instead and Wilbur would tease Tommy for his shit folding skills. They’d stay an extra few minutes to stare off at the sunset as it glistened over the calm waters. All would feel peaceful until Tommy ruined the moment with some joke that’d make Wilbur smack him upside the head, even though he’d laugh all the same.

 They’d walk home with Tommy’s shells tucked safely into their pockets under the soft pink skies. A perfect background to a perfect day.

 It would be nice, lovely even, because in that world they’d go home to some nice place Wilbur managed to keep for them in some nice town. It’d be real and theirs, and they’d each have a warm bed to sleep in and food in their stomachs. It might be small, but small was okay because they’d both be happy and they’d have nothing to fear.

 If only life were ever so kind.

 It was a nice daydream, but if Wilbur were to look down, it’d shatter. It’d shatter if he listened at all to the way Tommy’s breathing sounded off. With every low breath, his brother’s chest would shutter. Wilbur could feel it every time.

 Tommy’s nose was red and peeling, as were his cheeks and shoulders. His freckles were hidden beneath the furious scarlet and white flecks. His skin had gotten tanner, but the dark rings under his eyes made him look ghastly. Wilbur was sure that he looked about the same himself, but seeing it on Tommy was different.

 The boy was thin enough before they’d gotten stranded, but now his limbs looked just too small. Wilbur could practically see the bones poking through. If it weren’t for the blaring sun overhead tanning their skin, Wilbur was sure that Tommy would look more like a walking skeleton than a teenager.

 They’d got thrown overboard days ago. Wilbur lost track of how many. He stopped really caring when he realized there were other things to care about, like keeping them alive.

 Luck had never been on their side. Wilbur had known that since they were little and a twelve-year-old found himself in charge of a five-year-old.

 The world’s always been against them. It started early with a mother too young to be on her own with a child. She was struggling enough as it was to keep them fed that when that one child turned to two, the odds for any of them getting by turned minimal. Even with Wilbur doing his best to help, swindling and snatching up food and loose change off of oblivious folk in the city, hope was running thin.

 It was amazing she’d ever gotten so far. Wilbur hated to see it that way now, but it was the truth. The fact she’d ever made it to Tommy’s fifth birthday was incredible. When the sickness set in though, no amount of Wilbur’s efforts could seem to help her. Eventually, she’d stopped waking up entirely and Wilbur was left on his own to care for his little brother.

 Luck ran out, but they made their own with time.

 After losing their mother, Wilbur packed them up and they were off. He taught Tommy every trick he knew. They traveled endlessly, hopping from place to place just to keep moving whenever it seemed like any townsfolk around started catching onto their games. Wilbur tried a few odd jobs every time for money in places, and Tommy was tiny enough that he could sneak bread and other foods off vendors to bring back to whatever tiny hole they’d called home at that moment.

 As they both got older, the tricks got better. Their stories were perfected and their act was flawless if ever they needed to talk someone into lending them a place out of pity, or a new job.

 When Wilbur caught sight of a ship though, he’d thought they were golden. Sure, he only knew vaguely about working them. He’d taken on a few jobs on some docks before, but he’d never been on a ship himself. The thought was meant to be that if he could get on that ship for a job, he could bring Tommy along with him. They’d stay there and hop off at the first chance they could once they’d landed in a new country, then they’d start over for real. They’d start over fresh in a new place entirely and everything might be okay! They could make life whatever they wanted because no one would be able to know otherwise!

 And everything did feel okay for a while. Turns out the ship Wilbur found was a crew of pirates, but like always, Wilbur managed to talk his way through. Tommy played along perfectly, and before they knew it, they became crew. Perhaps they were there for nothing more than playing clean-up, but they would take what they could get.

 Their luck was turning up. As Wilbur started working his way through making connections with the crew, he was starting to think maybe he’d found a place for them. They wouldn’t stay, of course, but it made sense, didn’t it?

 The constant traveling and plundering— that kind of life was meant for them. However, there were also rules to follow and heavy risks in not doing so. Neither of them were good at following rules, but they were good actors all the same that could fake it until their last breath. But for a short time, it felt like a good fit and Wilbur remembered telling Tommy as such.

 Tommy was much more reluctant. He was getting by, but he didn’t like it there. Maybe Wilbur was succeeding, but Tommy was younger. His limbs were all thin and gangly, and it made him look weaker than he was. The crew would shove him around and they’d always be too loud in his ears. Tommy was rather loud himself, but when you’re trying to hold your tongue to survive, it wasn’t like he could exactly defend himself.

 So maybe they didn’t see eye to eye about it, but that was fine. Wilbur agreed they’d only be there a little longer because the moment they docked somewhere new, they’d be off and onto wherever life would take them next.

 Unfortunately, their luck ran out.

 It all happened in a blur. Wilbur remembered when the storm hit. It was rougher than normal. He remembered fighting with the rest of the crew to take care of the ship. They were fighting hard to stay afloat as the waves rocked the ship from side to side so hard that Wilbur feared they would tip.

 The ship didn’t tip, but Tommy did.

 He could still vividly remember Tommy slipping. He’d watched in horror the way his brother scrambled for purchase on something, anything. He’s just barely caught the side of the ship.

 Wilbur went after him, not caring in the slightest for whatever task he’d abandoned. He’d tried to help yank Tommy back aboard. Tommy, who held on with white knuckles and fingernails digging into the wood with fear in his eyes. Wilbur tried to reassure him, but he was sure his words got lost in the raging winds. He’d tried to pull Tommy back onto the deck, and for a moment, he was succeeding. He almost managed to pull Tommy back on board.

 Right as he thought he’d gotten Tommy back though, the ship hit another furious set of waves. The brothers got thrown hard, and suddenly they were both going down.

 It was a miracle they didn’t drown.

 Wilbur sighed, closing his eyes once again. He tried to block out the memories of rushing water and Tommy’s screams of his name. He could still taste the seawater on his tongue as it tried to flood his lungs.

 They’d gotten tossed endlessly in the waves. The ship was forgotten in the battle to just hold on to each other.

 He combed his fingers through Tommy’s hair. The boy didn’t even respond. He must have finally fallen asleep, Wilbur thought to himself. Sleep hadn’t been easy to find since they’d woken up ashore. Though the island seemed abandoned, neither of them could be sure there wasn’t some hidden danger lurking somewhere. Their sunburns didn’t make it easy either with the way their skin would ache. Even in the shade or the dark of the night, they’d struggle to find enough comfort to rest at all.

 He was glad Tommy was getting some sleep now. He was getting rather tired himself. As much as he’d like to give in, one of them needed to stay awake just in case.

 Wilbur groaned as he forced his eyes to peel open once more. As his vision started to clear, he noticed the mirage was getting closer. The blurry shape of the ship was getting bigger. It was looking like it was getting ready to dock at the edge of the island at any minute. Or at least it would if it were actually real.

 Wilbur huffed, resting his cheek on Tommy’s head. He watched idly as the ship grew closer and closer to the edge of the shore. It wasn’t coming straight towards them. It was heading more towards the left edge of the island where the trees were a bit more scattered, but the shoreline was still mostly clear of rocks.

 It wasn’t until it was starting to look suspiciously more and more lifelike that Wilbur started to get more intrigued.

 Furrowing his brows, he lifted his head. He pulled away from Tommy some to sit up further. Tommy groaned in protest. The motion caused the boy to slide down, his head resting more on Wilbur’s chest than shoulder. Wilbur wanted to hush him and whisper soft apologies for disturbing him at all. Unfortunately, the ship’s drawing nearer by the second and Wilbur could feel something akin to hope bubbling up in his throat.

 He frantically nudged at Tommy’s side, “Tommy. Tommy, wake up.”

 “Augh…” Tommy rolled his head, burying his face further into Wilbur’s shirt with an annoyed whine. He weakly smacked at Wilbur’s arm, “Fuck off, Wilbur… M’tryin’ to sleep, asshole…”

 As much as Wilbur wished he could agree, he needed Tommy’s eyes. “Get up! I think I see something,” Wilbur urged. He shoved Tommy off him until the boy got the hint to sit up on his own.

 The blond looked absolutely pitiful. Tommy rubbed at his tired eyes with his fists. Wilbur’s chest ached with remorse for having bothered him, but he told himself that again, it could be for good reason.

 “What the fuck’re you on about?” Tommy mumbled irritably.

 “Look! Look there,” Wilbur hissed, pointing out at the ship. It seemed to be getting ready to dock. Tiny figures could be seen moving along the deck, grabbing at ropes and such. “Do you see that?”

 It took a moment for Tommy to follow where he was pointing. The boy was still getting his bearings on being awake again. Wilbur almost turned Tommy’s head himself to see though. Patience was growing thin as their potential hope of being able to escape was growing stronger, but he needed to be sure. It could be his mind playing cruel tricks on him. The exhaustion could finally be taking its toll, and maybe Tommy would be of no help because he could be seeing nothing as well, but the chances of them imagining the same ship with the same little people had to be high.

 “See wha’?” Tommy’s voice was still groggy from sleep. The boy’s eyes slowly followed Wilbur’s finger towards the ship. Wilbur watched as the recognition clicked into place and all at once their hope seemed more plausible. Tommy’s eyes widened, “T-That’s— Wilbur, that’s a ship!” His head whipped around to look up at Wilbur. “That’s a real ship, innit?! Please tell me that’s real!”

 The brunette was already grinning and nodding along with that same spark in his eye. “Oh, thank fuck! You see it too then! I thought maybe I was just imagining it.”

 For the first time in days, Tommy looked excited. “Holy shit, Wilbur, we might be saved!”

 He tried to stagger to his feet. Wilbur had to rush to catch him before he stumbled to the ground, “Tommy, careful!”

 He caught the boy before he could fall. Tommy winced, teeth gritting to bite back a cry. Wilbur noticed it instantly. He dropped Tommy’s arms at once, moving to take the other’s wrists where the burns were less present. The younger steadied himself on his feet with Wilbur’s cautious guidance. Once he was stable, he passed Wilbur a sheepish grin, “Heh, oops?”

 Wilbur heaved out a sigh. There was no way he could be mad at that, not that he ever planned to. He shook his head, letting go of Tommy completely now that it seemed his brother could stand on his own. He straightened up, looking out towards where the head of the ship was disappearing behind the treeline. Taking a deep breath, Wilbur ruffled a hand through his hair before looking back to Tommy, “I think they’re planning to dock on that side. If we go now, we might be able to get on.”

 “Then what are we waiting for?! Let’s go!” Tommy shouted excitedly. With that, he turned to march ahead.

 He barely got a step before Wilbur was catching him by the wrist to stop him, “Wait a second! I wasn’t done yet!”

 Tommy practically whined as he was stopped for the second time. He turned back on his heel with a loud groan, “What? The ship’s right there, Wilbur! We need to go!”

 Wilbur could understand his enthusiasm. He wanted off this island as much as Tommy did, but if they were going to get onto that ship, they needed a plan.

 “Listen to me. I’m not sure we’ll be able to sneak on without getting found out and I don’t know about you, but I really don’t feel like getting tossed off another ship,” Wilbur told him honestly.

 Tommy’s nose wrinkled at the reminder. Sniffing, the boy turned to face him better, “Then what? You want us to go and just ask them? Like ‘hi, Mister Captain, sir! Could we please jump on this here ship you got? I know you don’t know us and it’d be really to leave us for dead, but I think if you’d really just considered it for a second deep in your heart’— honestly, that’s sounds really stupid, Wilbur. No one’s going to fall for that!”

 Wilbur sputtered, trying not to choke on a laugh. “No, no! As if that’d ever work.” He cleared his throat, pulling himself back together quickly. “We don’t know what kind of ship we’re dealing with yet. I say we go stake out the ship first and plan from there. But if we get caught, I think I already have a few ideas in mind. But whatever we do, we just have to stick to it well enough to get to their next stop.”

 Tommy rolled his eyes, “Sounds easy enough. Now can we just go already? I’m so tired of all this stupid sand.” ****** ****** ****** ****** ****** ****** ******

 “So…” Phil dragged out the word. Techno remained tense behind him, leaning against the side of the ship. Phil didn’t need to look behind him to know the man was glaring at the pair of boys in front of them, searching for some sign to not trust the two. Phil held up a hand as if to silently gesture his first mate to settle down. He could handle this. “How about we start with your names, alright, boys?”

 The two young men before him traded a look. Whatever mental conversation the two had ended in the span of seconds before the older of the pair was clearing his throat. The brunette was suddenly holding out a hand, “Captain Ishmael. Honor to meet another Captain”

 “Ishmael?…” Phil slowly repeated, taking the man’s hand. He’d give it to the kid. For someone that was clearly on the verge of exhaustion, he had a good grip. “Really?”

 “Uh huh!” Ishmael took his hand back with a rather proud grin, “It’s a family name. Passed down from generation to generation! I’m Ishmael the 3rd actually, in case you wanted to know.”

 Phil did not. He couldn’t care less about this man’s history, but he did care about the fact that he could have sworn the man didn’t have as much of an accent before. And it seemed to be growing thicker with every word (as if “Ishmael” was getting his bearings on his new voice).

 “As you can probably guess, we’re a very long way from home, you know?” Ishmael went on without missing a beat. “We had a ship of our own, but huge storm took it out with the rest of our crew and, well, you can see how things turned out.”

 Phil only arched a brow further. He was sure the disbelief was heavy on his expression, “Right…” He turned his attention to the young boy beside the self-proclaimed captain. He’d been mostly quiet since boarding. “And what about you, mate?”

 “Gunk,” the boy croaked up after a moment. His voice was incredibly hoarse. He had the same accent as Ishmael, lending slight credit to their tale, not that Phil believed either of them in the slightest.

 “Gunk.”

 The boy hummed, leaning heavily on the young Captain’s shoulder. “Yep. And that’s Gunk Gorbachev to you,” the kid added, weakly lifting his head enough to shoot Phil a glare, pointing a finger as well in a way the older blond assumed was meant to look threatening. “Heir to the Gorbachev throne, I’ll have you know.”

 Phil only stared blankly at the kid. Blinking slowly, he settled on a simple,  “Okay… So, we have Captain Ishmael and Gunk…”

 “Gorbachev,” the kid corrected.

 Phil nodded, “Gorbachev. So tell me why exactly should I let you on my ship?”

 Ishmael cleared his throat first, “Well, as I mentioned before, our ship got destroyed in the storm. I know you’ve got no reason to believe us, but I assure you when we get back to the nearest mainland, I can find you all the proof I can to prove Gunk’s father is a highly influential man. He would waste no time to give you as much money as you wish for his son’s safe return.”

 Before Phil could answer, Techno was doing so for him. “If he’d only send an amount for the kid, then why should we bother to keep you?”

 To Ishmael's credit, he held his own well. Phil knew exactly how intimidating Techno could be, especially when he was trying. The man could make most men cower with a single look. Ishmael, however, held Techno’s look head-on, lips stretched into a firm line, “Well I’ll have you know, I’m one of King Gorbachev’s most trusted Captains. I’m now Gunk’s primary caretaker as well, seeing as the rest of our people were taken down in the waves. The bounty for my safe return will be high. Not as high as Gunk’s, but it’s still more bounty for you, isn’t it?”

 “But you still crashed his ship,” Techno bluntly pointed out, much to Ishmael’s disliking. “Someone who can’t take care of their own ship and out of their crew, only manages to keep themselves and some kid alive doesn’t sound very worthy to me. At least, that’s not someone I’d wanna take back.”

 Ishmael narrowed his eyes sharply, “I think as someone who lives their life on the water, you would know how unpredictable the sea can be, Sir…”

 “Technoblade,” the said man gruffly answered.

 “Technoblade,” the name almost sounded cruel on Ishmael’s tongue, “I’m sure you know exactly how unfair the tides are. You can’t always predict the storms when they come, neither can you always get away from them in time. I’ll have you know, Technoblade, I did my damned hardest to save my crew, but the waves separated us and took my ship down with it. You don’t think I haven’t spent days searching the shores for signs of my crew? Because I have.” Ishmael’s voice was getting louder and more emotional with every word. “The best I could do was to do my sworn task, which was keep Gunk here safe…”

 Phil could see the sheen of tears behind the young captain's eyes as he choked on those last few words, and if he was lying, Phil had to admit the kid was a pretty damn good actor.

 Ishmael’s arm was wrapped protectively around the Gunk’s shoulders, keeping the boy close to his chest as if it really were his sworn duty and he couldn’t handle the thought of failing another task, especially one so crucial.

 Gunk was in on it as well. The boy played a pretty convincing part of the sad child that’s lost his people. Phil might feel bad if it turned out to be true because he did look awfully pitiful. He had his head tucked against Ishmael’s chest. His eyes weren’t closed, but they stared ahead, unblinking yet filled with sadness as if he were reliving the painful memories.

 “Now I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t talk about my loss,” Ishmael finished, squaring his shoulders once more. The man’s dark eyes were hardened over in a way that almost made Phil believe his story. That was a soldier’s look if he knew one. “It isn’t as if I haven’t been thinking about them enough for the past few days… How would you like it if the seas turned on you and took your crew?”

 Techno seemed to have nothing more to say to that. This talk seemed to have turned much more emotional than he planned. He crossed his arms with a grunt, breaking Ishmael's gaze to glower at the deck instead.

 Ishmael broke the gaze as well, huffing loudly before turning his attention back on Philza. “Now as I was saying, you can offer me up as well. If the king offers you nothing, you can kill me, that’s fine. But I think you’d be wasting your effort if you did so now and lost even more bounty. You seem like two very smart men, so I don’t think you’d want to pass up on a good deal for nothing, would you?”

 “I suppose not…” Phil hummed, leaning back in his seat. “But how do you know we won’t kill you after the payment?”

 Ishmael shrugged, “Then that’s the risk we’ll have to take, isn’t it? It’s sure better than dying alone on an island, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Fair enough,” Phil decided. He pushed himself to stand and motioned to a nearby crew member towards the boys, “They can stay. We’re keeping the same route as we were without them.”

 “You can’t be serious,” Techno spoke up, standing up to follow after him. A few crewmen were already passing them by to start prepping the ship for departure once more. Techno dodged between them, growling as he hurried to catch up to Phil’s side, “Please, Phil, you can’t really believe any of that, can you? That was the fakest story I’ve ever heard! C’mon! I mean, did you even hear that sob story?! The kid’s claiming to be a prince?!”

Phil only hummed noncommittally, “Now, Techno, I don’t think I ever said I believed them. I said I’d let them stay.”

 “Phil, that’s two extra mouths to feed,” Techno sneered back. Phil didn’t need to spare him a glance to know how disgruntled his companion looked. “That’s two extra people wasting space that we don’t need! We could have just left them there! No one would notice! We probably won’t even get any bounty from this! It’ll just be a waste of time!”

 “Then I guess we’ll have to wait and see,” Phil answered, patience holding strong as ever. He’d already prepared himself for Techno’s barrage of questions. He had a feeling his first mate wouldn’t be thrilled about keeping a new pair of strays, especially ones that tried to lie their way into staying. “They’re only a couple of kids, mate. They’ll only be here a few weeks at most, then we’ll be rid of them for good. It won’t hurt us to babysit for a while.”

 “I didn’t sign up to be a babysitter, Phil! I don’t even like kids!” Technoblade was starting to sound more exasperated by the second. It took everything for Phil not to smile. His normally composed partner was throwing a fit over a couple of stowaways, as if their crew wasn’t built off similar strays. Though Phil supposed the difference was those strays were a little more honest. Phil couldn’t tell if that was the problem, or if Techno was taking difficulty sharing space with more newcomers. Apparently he wasn’t done, so Phil would soon find out.

 “I mean, really, Phil. We could take in so many other things. But you choose a couple kids lying that one of them’s some fake king’s heir and the other’s a— a fake captain? Who fakes being a captain! You’ve gotta agree with me here, Phil. ‘Cause I’m sure lying about being a captain is normal,” Techno snarked, “totally normal kid things.”

 Phil sighed, and paused in his step. Techno paused with him, just a step behind. Phil turned to face his partner. Techno only stares back at him, expression stoic as ever, but Phil could see the heavy annoyance in his eyes. If Phil hadn’t known him for all the years he had, he would never guess the man was only about as old as the self-proclaimed captain. He’d be a liar if he said it wasn’t starting to show currently, which Phil deemed for better or worse. For as old as he tried to seem, Techno was still quite young.

 Phil placed a hand on the younger man’s shoulder, “You worry too much, mate. Yes, it is probably a lie. Honestly, I can’t say I ever believed even a second of any of it, but you saw how they looked. They were sunburnt and thirsty, and likely going to be stranded for the gods only know how long. Do you really think if you were stuck in their situation, you wouldn’t try to say anything you could to make sure you stay alive? Even if it sounded absolutely ridiculous?”

 Techno went silent for a moment. Phil watched him mull over his answer. Finally, his partner averted his gaze towards the horizon. “Well I wouldn’t be as obvious about it…”

 Phil cracked a laugh, “Oh, I wouldn’t either. It was really obvious, wasn’t it?” He chuckled, and gave Techno’s shoulder a soft squeeze before pulling away to continue walking, “We’ll keep a close eye on them. You can watch them as closely as you want, if that makes you feel any better. If anything seems too suspicious, then we’ll handle it. For now, let them recover. Let them rehydrate and eat, and we’ll just listen to see how their story changes. Maybe if we’re lucky, they’ll be worth their weight after all. It’s just a few weeks.” (Spoiler: it was more than a few weeks and Dadza Phil did the Dadza attachment thing as always.)

[aphrodite-would-be-proud]

omg so I read this manga this morning called Sesame Salt and Pudding and it’s ab this 22 y/o girl who gets drunk and accidentally marries a stranger, who happens to be 42. it’s the cutest lil slice of life just a really healthy relationship and all i could think was this would be the funniest meet cute for Erwin.

Thanks for linking me the manga website anon omfg you're a real one💙🐛

Alright so below is my 1am thoughts while reading it as i listen to a daddy/mommy issues playlist i found online and drinking green apples monster energy.

Tw: mentions of sex | Tw: suggestive words

Chapter one

The girl is really pretty, I'm really gay.

Wait so she married him while drunk and now can't remember anything?

This lowkey does look like Erwin without gel in his hair

...why can i see Erwin as the type of drunk to not only sign a wedding registration paper but also demand both of you must go get wedding ware, paying for your dress or suit.

Consent 👏yes👏100%👏the bare minimum👏Erwin values consent above literally anything else👏Erwin wouldn't touch you without permission even while drunk out of his mind👏again it's the bare minimum👏

An older dude that cooks & cleans while staying home as i go out and provide for us? This is my dream. Stay at home husband Reiner stay at home husband Reiner stay at ho

Ngl i think Erwin wouldn't know anything past basic cooking despite him reading all these cooking books and watching videos, i think if he really was dedicated he'd sign up for a cooking class go get high level skills just to impress you but treat it like it's nothing

...he didn't wanna stare at her chest so he went to clean the fridge- Erwin would def be that kind of gentleman to change his own attitude instead of ever telling you to change or cover up.

I love her job oh my god yes.

Ooo a love rival huh👀 is this gonna turn into a triangle situation

The only love rival I'd ever see for Erwin is Nile tbh, like i think if it was Miche, Hange or Levi then he'll talk it out and either him or the person backs off.

He gets gloomy when jealous huh~

THIS IS FUNNIER THAN IT HAS ANY RIGHT TO BE DOAKDJKAKSN I CAN'T.

I can't even imagine Erwin's reaction if you said this to him, like he won't even be mad he would just be really taken back, standing there like 🧍🏼‍♂️...he'd even be amused.

Okay- okay this is a good reaction...I think Erwin would say something similar but rephrase it to he more subtle yet somehow making it sound dirtier.

Something along the lines of, "well, if you're so sure then why don't you find out yourself."

And "after all i can't deny that i haven't thought about how beautiful looked last night...how the more beautiful you would've looked laying down."

"You looked like a really delicious treat"

"All pretty and alone, tearing about your worries, i just wanted to make you forget them all and leave the rest to me"

I should stop-

Chapter two

HE SAID HE IS HER UNCLE I CAN'T BREATHE I LOVE THIS

Oh shit he overhead them oh shit

Shit is going down oh god

Man if it was Nile in this hypothetical insert then he'd be hold this information like the petty bitch he is and use it at the date instead.

Chapter three

Ngl dude, i really hate it when they treat it like a women's reputation is all she has. I especially hate the purity culture of that a young women can't be a roommate with a man because "what will people say" like...if they're fucking who cares and if they aren't literally who cares? Do they realise gay people exist too and two women have an equal chance of sleeping together too?

It feels like they treat women as children, maybe I'm just projecting bc i live in a similar kind of culture where all these rules apply here if not more.

Anyway that manga is cute, it just angred me that these two men think they're responsible for solving her problem or as if they have any right to scold her or be angry like she's some kind of child and should listen.

It's her life, it's her problem and it's her who will solve it.

DUDE SHUT THE FUCK UP. he's really acting like a bitch as if he has any right to be angry or even judge her oh my god.

"Impure background..." Get fucked.

The only ONLY reason he even can be angry is because she didn't mention being married while they were going for a date but they didn't even go on that date and nothing was official so why does she have to tell him her private life.

RED FLAG RED FLAG RED FLAG HUGE RED FLAG

"get divorced immediately" HUGE FUCKING RED FLAG

Controlling Insecure cunt.

I'm sorry anon that I'm really going off on him and I'm sorry if you like him- it's just that i really really can't stand these things

THE MANGA IS LOVELY THO THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR RECOMMENDING IT I'D LOVE MORE WHENEVER💜

Oh baby, oh angel I'm so sorry you had to go through that, in no way is it ever right to get angry and yell no matter what especially since you apologised and admitted to your mistake.

Especially since he knew it was something you did while drunk and deeply regret it but he still took out his angry on you like you betrayed his trust when you weren't even together or like you intentionally did it.

Narcissistic dick.

I'm not talking about the next scenes because it might be triggering.

Chapter five

4 is missing :( idk how her parents visit went

We just started the chapter and-

Fuck her. Like what's up with toxic abusive people being too comfortable saying these things lmao like they actually take themselves seriously omfg.

Imagine saying this about Erwin tho, like it feels powerful to say. John maloney was right after all huh

Oh

Oh

So we doing this huh

👀

....oh :( we were just getting to the god part, man Erwin wouldn't have let a phone stop him.

Also bless the translator for their note at the end, it's good we're seperating fiction from reality and clarifying things to people on how to act in these scenarios.

Like drama is fun and all, I'm a huge sucker being extra, but things are different in real life and using fiction as a guide to how to deal with these, clearly written to be extra, situations should never ever be anyone's first choice.

Well that's all the 10 images tumblr will allow me in one post, i hope you had fun anon because i sure did! And i can definitely see this as a sweet wholesome Erwin/reader story, and if i ever did a an inspired rewriting of that manga with Erwin i can definitely see it being really fun to write!

Although i will change some stuff like that guy, i know people have good and bad sides but the guy specifically made me uncomfortable for personal reasons, i also Don't like mentioning serious things like anger controlling issues without diving deep into them.

Imma go finish the manga, if you want a part two, or have a different thing to recommend, please let me know💙

[crime-she-wrote]

The Murder of Valentina Fonseca

For my very first post, I chose to cover the ongoing case of Valentina Fonseca’s death, a 9 year old Portuguese girl, that has been taking the attention of the country, and hopefully shed some light on it internationally.

Valentina Fonseca, pictured above, lived with her mother, Sonia Fonseca, in the town of Bombarral. Since March, when the Covid-19 quarantine started, her mother sent her to stay with her 32 year old father, Sandro Bernardo, her 38 year old step-mother, Marcia, and three other children: a 12 year old boy (Marcia’s son from a previous relationship), a 4 year old and a 7 month old, both the latter girls from the couple’s current relationship, in the town of Atouguia da Baleia. Both towns are around 21km apart (13 miles).

On May 7th 2020 at 8:30am, Valentina’s father contacted local police authority GNR (National Republican Guard) claiming his daughter went missing overnight. According to his first report, he saw her last during the previous night at around 1am when he went to tuck her in after sending her to sleep at around 11pm. He then claimed going to bed with his partner, waking up at 8am and realizing the girl was gone when he went to wake her up. As this happened, Marcia was going to local public places, namely a café, with a picture of the girl asking people if they had seen her.

The GNR immediately filed a missing person’s report, called the Judiciary Police to take over the investigation and started the searches for the girl. A neighbor living on the same street claimed to see a red pickup truck that she did not recognize as belonging to anyone in town stopped near the family’s house at around 1:30am, hinting at a possible kidnapping. Marcia claimed that she had forgotten to lock the front door, and Sandro claimed that Valentina was a sleepwalker (which was not confirmed by any doctor or family member). Therefore, both the father and some family members proposed the possibility of Valentina having ran away during the night, considering all this and that she had ran away once in the previous year: in 2019, when Valentina was 8 years old and staying at her father’s house for Easter break, she left home early in the morning, only to be found by a policeman wandering around a street by herself; after questioning her, she said she missed her mom and was going back home to see her. After this incident, CPCJ (Child Protection Services) opened an investigation to assess the possibility of negligence or any other type of maltreatment, only to close the case after a couple of months claiming no evidence of maltreatment existed within the family. 

Some family members, however, did not believe that Valentina could have taken off during the night since the girl was very afraid of the dark. 

The searches on that same day didn’t result in anything, so they continued them on the next day, the 8th of May, now not only with searching dogs, but also with the help of drones equipped with heat sensors. Several law enforcement agents and firemen participated in the search. Still, to no avail. 

On the 9th of May, Saturday, several volunteers from all over the country joined the searches nonstop. In total, more than 600 people were looking for the missing girl in a 6km radius (around 4 miles). On that afternoon two pieces of child clothing were found: unidentified girl clothes found in the early afternoon, and a child’s jacket found in the evening. The police did not release the places where the clothing was found, therefore not releasing the distance between both findings. They showed the newly found items to Valentina’s parents, that didn’t recognize the items as belonging to the girl. Nevertheless, both findings were filed as evidence and attempts to connect them with the child were made.

During this whole process, the parents and stepmother never participated on the search. Sandro would stay at home, leaving only to visit the police station to ask if there was more information on the girl’s whereabouts. 

On the morning of May 10th, Valentina’s body was found covered in bushes branches in an open field 6km (4 miles) away from the family’s house. 

According to the press conference given on the same day, an accidental death was immediately discarded when they saw the body and it was strongly believed to be a murder case. At this point, no other information was given except that both Sandro and Marcia were in police custody. 

Today, May 11th, it was released that the discovery of the body happened thanks to an interrogation that lasted the entire night from the 9th to the 10th, in which Sandro was pressured to confess, with the police having strong evidence that he and Marcia were the culprits. The Judiciary Police did not release to the public which evidence led to the arrest of both adults of the family, other than Marcia’s 12 year old son’s testimony of what happened in the house that past Wednesday.

During his confession, Sandro claimed to Valentina accidentally dying on Wednesday, the 6th, while he was bathing the girl. According to his version of the story, he was forcing Valentina to confess to being sexually abused due to hearing rumors about it, when she had a convulsion and died. He also claimed that Marcia, the step-mother, was not present in the bathroom at that time and did not participate in hiding the body. 

However, the unnamed 12 year old boy told a different story. According to him, he saw both Sandro and Marcia walk inside the bathroom with Valentina, never to see her walk out again. When both adults came out by themselves, they told the boy to go to bed and that would be, according to what we know, the last thing he witnessed before the incidents on the 7th. 

By 8pm on the 11th, the preliminary autopsy report was released, claiming that Valentina died under extreme violence and had clear signs of abuse in her body. 

In the evening of May 11, what we know is that Valentina Fonseca was murdered in her own home, by the hands of her own father, her dead body placed in the back seat of the couple’s green Renault Scenic and dumped in a remote area. After four days of ceaseless searching, her body was found in such a condition that the possibility of accidental death was immediately discarded. We know that Sandro and Marcia were arrested under the charges of qualified murder, body concealment, amongst other yet unreleased crimes, and should be presented to a judge on the 12th. And in the light of what we know, we ask that justice be made. We ask that, in a country where the longest prison sentence is 25 years, that’s what they get. 

I am aware that this isn’t a fascinating serial killer case, or a mysterious unsolved case. But this is the case of a sweet little girl whose life was cut short by those of her own blood. It deserves the same attention. It deserves the same justice. She deserves to be remembered. 

There are, however, points in the story that need to be clarified. What exactly is the relation between the neighbor who, most likely,  falsely claimed to have seen a red pickup truck near the house (considering there is factual evidence of the Valentina’s body being transported in the family car? Where does the mother stand in this story? Was she aware of abuse towards her daughter and still forced her to stay with her father? Were the clothes found during the search actual evidence or were they fake leads to distract the investigation? There are some of the questions that I hope to see answered in the near future.

If there’s anything you’d like to add or say, feel free to reblog with your comment! 

As more information is released by the press, this post will be updated until the case is fully closed. 

[mental-health-advice]

Submissions from 🦚🌺

So took me a while to scroll through to my last tagged ask (for some reason searching didn’t work). So much about staying consistent and actually tagging my stuff from now on. Gosh uff. The one where sibling found possible drugs and the one about mom being xenophobic almost causing shut down as in passing out were me too. I usually either tend to forget to tag or I guess am kinda scared since I feel I send in A LOT? I really don’t know. It’s just a lot going on and I feel bad always (1🦚🌺)

I feel bad always throwing all my stuff at my friends. Especially as one friend a few years ago was diagnosed with depression. Idk what her current situation is tho except that she seems to do better. I won’t ask her since I feel weird about that stuff. Plus really unless she wants to tell me it’s none if my business. But yeah that’s that I guess. Now… I’ve been rejected from the art college/highschool unfortunately so that’s out the window. My therapist suggests volunteer year 2🦚🌺

Whivh we have a social and economic one of I think? Idk. I know social won’t work because of my likelyhood of social anxiety which kinda self explanatory I guess. Economic I’m just scared I wont be able to pull the whole tear through, scared to do stuff wrong etc. Hell I spent 2 low sleep nights crying after the rejection and mom forced the answer out of me when I clearly didn’t want to talk about it. Turned into an argument about how I got forced into abitur/regular highschool 3🦚🌺

And OBVIOUSLY she blames dad for it. Which like… great whatever he told her. My point is HE was more supportive in front of ME than she was. She just tore me down 2 years ago. Next week I dont have a therapist appointment since she will be moving. So I’m praying this week will go by smoothly. Well as smooth as it can go with all the arguments around here I guess. I’m still trying to process everything since March 4🦚🌺

1? 2? I’ve lost track of time … weeks ago she and her bf fought very badly and she essentially ran away for an hour, he claimed he is leaving but then stayed. My younger sisters were all crying, my brothers were just not surprised and I had to try call family members (which calling others is a physical challenge for me) trying to find a way to deal with what happened. My therapist knows about this incident. She now also knows moms bf smokes weed but not about what 5🦚🌺

else we found. I’ll see if I can bring it up soonish since it still worries me… my brother also later confirmed again he caught them snorting it so yeah most likely we are right about it being cocaine. I feel uncomfortable looking up the effects of it but my cousin said that could explain a lot of moms behavior. Shes always been this way I think.I right now dont even remember where I was going with this ask chain hhhh frick.I’m loosing track of myself once again please send help 6🦚🌺

(Have to switch to browser because app again refuses to let me send stuff wtf) My mom also is back onto “oh you just have split personality!” … I have informed myself on DID and OSDD, I have symptoms yes. But I doubt it’s that. In fact my therapist even talks about that stuff with me! I have different parts but mom doesn’t know they exist so idk. I tried to literally tell her how DID is made and she didn’t want to listen. She claims she did almost everything right and I’m making up 7🦚🌺

My trauma. So you would think that she would stay away from assuming such a trauma heavy diagnosis. Welp she actually doesn’t know anything about mental health either way and legit took my brother off his adhd meds years ago because “they changed him too much” and then refused to take him to appointments when we noticed signs of tourette in him because she felt like she fucked up as parent?? Wat?? I can’t make sense of this woman anymore tbh 8🦚🌺

Sorry that this is all over the place, it’s 1am for me rn, I cant sleep really, still am trying to process I won’t see my friend who I was looking forward to seeing this year for 2-3 years and who would have been a temporary escape from this hellhole until at least another year or 2 depending on the situation, being in the top 10 corona countries and in fact second most infected state in germany and really just switching between sliding down to a kid and /or almost passing out 9(?)🦚🌺

almost passing out when trauma responses shut me down and I just can not describe my emotions of the past months other than I just want someone to hug me and to feel safe and to feel like this mess at home and the world isn’t happening. My mind is all over the place and I feel like at this point I’m going insane and I’m not making any sense anymore. Again sorry for the probably stupid rant/,vent that probably made no damn sense idek anymore - final🦚🌺

So much about what I sent in yesterday hoping for the best. 3 hours ago I woke up to a message chain about how we (me and my siblings. We are 6 in total) apparently abuse her and use her. And basically just complaining about the tiniest things regarding chores. For example yesterday I completely cleaned the kitchen and she complained because some dishes stood around since people still ate AFTER I did the chores. Like tf. My friends say it seemed like from the screenshots that she is 1🦚🌺

using us as tools? Idek anymore. She also completely ignored me sending her and asking her stuff about the valounteer year last night since the school rejected me and I need that alternative. Apparently a clean flat is more important than my literal future. On the other hand I for once had a normal conversation with my almost 15yo brother (I’m almost 19, however not mentally and also not in the position to move still especially with the virus and all) and it turned out that he shares 2🦚🌺

Moms views on therapy whivh I’ve mentioned in the past aren’t really the best views on it. So yeah that’s just great. He basically just thinks it’s stupid. Either way. Currently my only way of possibly getting away would be a psychiatric /mental hospital stay. THING IS while I’m bety aware it isnt like in the movies I am deadly afraid of the thought. Not having my freedom to come and go when I please, not being able to meet up with friends or something etc. I would not feel safe and 3🦚🌺

it would just expose me to a lot of stress and anxiety which wouldn’t be any better than being yelled at constantly at home and having mom shit talk my friends. Everything is just kinda a mess with her rn and my siblings don’t see it from my perspective. Like YES we mess up and don’t do things right. She has a reason to be mad. But NO she doesn’t have the tight to essentially abuse us and no her behavior isnt parenting this is manipulation. 4🦚🌺

They only see the first half and think she’s in the right… I myself struggle to differentiate right and wrong and am unable to read situations well, which is why it took me 17-18 years and my friends calling it out to realise this is wrong. But I at least listen… they don’t. I sometimes just wish I grew up in a stable functioning family. Or honestly that she never even had me since she was VERY young when she had me so that’s probably why she never learned how to 5(?)🦚🌺

Act properly towards us. As she had me when she was just my age (18) and then the following 8 years had 4 more of my 5 siblings. I feel she never had time to grow up and learn herself especially considering she was abused herself…. final🦚🌺

Hi 🦚🌺, 

It's good to hear from you again! There's absolutely nothing wrong with messaging us often, so feel free to tag all of your asks that you send in! I think that will actually make it easier on both of us, as you'll be able to find responses easier and I can look back on your previous asks easier to make sure I'm not missing anything or repeating myself :) Also, the search function on tumblr is quite picky, so unfortunately it can be hard to find posts. I've run into the same issue with locating old asks on the blog as well! 

It's understandable that you don't want to bug your friends with your problems, especially if they have some mental health struggles of their own. However, it might help to think of it this way: mental illness is so common that chances are most people you meet will have some sort of struggle with their mental health, which means you wouldn't be able to talk to anyone about your struggles if you don't want to bother someone who struggles with their mental health. That doesn't seem fair to you! While everyone needs to have boundaries, especially to protect their health, I think it's reasonable to share things with your friends when you're struggling. You deserve that support, especially with everything else you have going on in your life! 

It must have been devastating to not get into art school and I'm so sorry that happened! It does sound like volunteering could be a potential route for you to go down, even if it's just until you figure out what you want to do in the future. It makes sense that certain volunteer options can be rolled out based on the nature of the work and the things you struggle with. Perhaps there is something you could do from home that wouldn't trigger your anxiety. For instance, I volunteer for a text-based suicide hotline, which I do from home. I'm not saying you have to do something exactly like this, but it might spark an idea that you or your therapist maybe haven't thought of yet. It's just something to think about. 

What's going on with the drugs in your house is definitely concerning and I think it would be a good idea to bring that up with your therapist. It's really dangerous to have these kinds of drugs around with younger kids being there. Not only is it possible for kids to accidentally get into it and harm themselves, but it's also dangerous for them to be around adults that are high because of their erratic behaviors. This is why I think it would be wise to talk to your therapist about this to see what input she has. 

It's great that your therapist has talked to you about your diagnoses as well as what you don't have that your mom has tried to say you have. I'm sure it's frustrating to have your mom make those accusations, but I think it's good that you at least have your therapist there to reassure you that you don't in fact have those diagnoses. 

It's so disappointing that your friend won't be able to visit as you guys had planned because I know you were really looking forward to that! Unfortunately, coronavirus seems to ne ruining plans for most people all over the world. Hopefully you guys will be able to come up with another plan for meeting up, though it likely won't be able to happen until the pandemic is more under control. Still, at least making tentative plans for meeting in the future may give you both something to look forward to once travel is finally safe again. 

I'm so sorry that your mom treats you and your siblings this way. It does sound like she may use you guys as tools, as your friends put it. This is sometimes another sign of abuse/neglect, which honestly isn't surprising considering all of your mom's other behaviors.

What you mentioned about getting out of the house makes sense and I agree that an inpatient stay might not be the best way to go about it. Not only will that be more restrictive, as you mentioned, but most hospitals won't allow inpatient stays unless the person is incapable of keeping themselves or others safe while receiving outpatient care (though I obviously don't know whether this is the case for you). I still think it's a good idea to keep thinking about potential ways of getting out of your mom's house once you're ready for that. One option I'm wondering about is a group home (I think these may be called something else in other countries but it's basically a house where several adults with varying physical and/or mental illnesses live together and there are usually various types of staff who also stay there). These can sometimes be a bit restrictive, but much less so than a hospital would be. I believe they typically have a curfew, otherwise you're allowed to leave during the day. Although I'm not sure if this would be a viable option for you (and it probably wouldn't be anyway until after the pandemic is more controlled), it's just something that popped into my head when thinking about other ways of eventually getting you away from your mom's abuse.

What you said about your mom's parenting vs. manipulation is 100% accurate. It's very common for someone who was abused by parents to go on to abuse their own children unless they put in the effort to change, but know that you still don't deserve to be abused and manipulated. It's not your fault that your mom was abused and never unlearned the negative behaviors she saw experienced as a child. You and your siblings all deserve so much better than this! 

-Samantha 

[deepdaleducks]

Different League

Author’s Note - I wrote this based on one of my favourite songs - Heathrow by Catfish and the Bottlemen. Maybe it’s because of their aesthetics or the way a large number of their music videos are shot, but whenever I hear this song and imagine the relationship playing out it’s always in black and white. This song reminds me of drives late at night down empty roads and cold mugs of tea in the kitchen. So when you read this I recommend listening to the song first, during or after whatever your style is. I just really want you guys to listen to the song so you can maybe understand the inspiration behind this piece. It’s the first thing I’ve written in a while so let us know what you think. I did say this was the kind of piece you should read at night but I’m posting at noon because I want to go out tonight. Hope you enjoy.

He hasn’t heard from you in weeks when your name is lighting up the screen of his phone. You’ve been away, been busy, and he knows that. He’s surprised because he never expects to hear from you, never calls or texts first, never thinks that maybe someday it will be more than it is.

It’s earlier than usual when you call. The sun hasn’t even begun to set outside his window but he’s already wound down for a night on the couch. You’re not even on the phone for long. A quick “Hi I just boarded a flight back to London; can you pick me up later?” before you’re gone again. He’s agreeing - of course he’s agreeing – because no matter what Eric says he can’t seem to let you out of his life. Even if all he gets is the odd day with you every other month, or the three am call when you can’t sleep or the photo on Instagram of you somewhere out in the world.

The next time his phone is lighting up its Eric’s name flashing across his screen, almost as if Eric had some kind of sixth sense that would tell him when you had called. He answers after a minute, trying to act nonchalant when Eric asks if his night on the couch is boring enough for him to want a game of FIFA. He plays it off saying he’s busy but Eric doesn’t believe him, so he presses further. They’ve had similar conversations in the past and so he already knows how it will turn out. Eric will tell him not to go. To let you get a taxi and stay in a hotel. To ignore every one of your phone calls until you decide to stop calling. Instead of shedding any details, he’s vague – saying something has come up and he has to go out – and he’s quickly trying to end the conversation before Eric can begin to ask any more questions.

He’s setting off with plenty of time to spare, the sun now set but the sky far from black. He stops at a service station on the way and contemplates buying you some flowers. But people greet their loved ones at the airport with flowers. People greet their wives, fiancées and girlfriends at the airport with flowers. And you weren’t any of the above. He settles for a pack of your favourite crisps and a bottle of Lucozade, knowing you’ll be hungry from your flight.

Your plane hasn’t landed by the time he reaches the airport so he parks his car and walks to the terminal. When his phone rings he thinks it’s you so he answers without looking at the caller ID. He expects your voice but instead he’s greeted by a deeper voice, Eric’s voice.

“Why are you at Heathrow Airport?” Eric asks, forgoing any greetings. He responds with a lie, saying he’s not, but it’s useless. “Yes you are, I have your find my friends on and you’re at Heathrow Airport.” Again it’s another conversation they had had in the past so Eric skips ahead in the script. “You’re picking her up again, aren’t you? Oh for fuck’s sake, Del. You know she’s only gonna leave again, so what’s the point?”

Eric doesn’t understand, Eric can’t understand. He’s never been there in the car at 1am watching you sing along to your favourite song. He’s never had the pillow talk, or the 6am coffees. He’s never experienced a second alone with you when your defences are down, and so there’s no way he could know how all the pain and heartache is worth it. Even just for a second.

“I don’t care, Eric. She needs me.” And Eric tries to fight, tries to tell him to go home, but he hangs up when he sees you coming through the door into the arrivals lounge. The world is stopping around him and it’s as though he can see colour for the first time since you left. And it’s worth it.

It’s always awkward at first. Neither of you knowing whether to hug or kiss. The boundaries you established on your last visit erased by the time. You stop in front of him and take him in, his eyes a little tired and his hair not as neat as it usually is.

“Your hair is different,” He states with a nod.

“Yeah, I cut it a little – a couple of months ago actually.” You pause for a second, “It really been that long?” He nods again, reaching out a hand to grab your suitcase, motioning for you to head out the door. You fall into step together and when your hands accidentally brush you together it’s like electricity shooting up your veins. Like magnets, your fingers are drawn together and all of a sudden its like no time has passed.

He doesn’t need to ask where you want to go. He knows you want to go home. You always want to go home. And so he lets you sit in silence in the passenger seat as he drives, gorging on the crisps he bought you. The low hum of the radio fills the car and you’re on the M25 before he speaks.

“Where did you fly in from?” He asks, keeping his eyes on the road.

“Lisbon,” You reply and he hums in response, “I was working there, but my job ended last week,”

Silence fills the car once more and soon he’s pulling up into his driveway and you’re following him into the house. He puts your bag at the bottom of the stairs and heads into the kitchen. You slip off your shoes and follow him, hovering at a distance from where he stands by the kettle.

“Eric says this is a bad idea.” He says, eyes facing forward. “He says its stupid of me to do this with you whenever you need it. Because what do I get out of it? A couple of days with you before you’re gone again?”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, unsure of how to respond to his confession. “I just. I’m always gone for so long and then when I’m home,” you hesitate for second, “I never really feel at home unless I’m with you.”

The kettle finishes boiling and he makes you both a cup of tea. The air is still tense, and he remains stood by the kettle arms, pressed down on the counter, looking out the window towards the garden. The magnetic pull between you draws you closer to him and you tentatively wrap your arms around your body pressing your chest into his back and resting your head on his shoulder blade. He lifts a hand to hold one of yours splayed against his chest and for a minute you stay like that – together, finally.

He moves first - turning to face you and raising a hand to cup your face. Every time is like the first time with the two of you. You know each other - each other’s bodies - so well, and yet you’re always so timid, so hesitant. He leans in first, lightly brushing his lips against yours as though he can’t resist. When he pulls away, your eyes meet for the first time.

“I miss you when you’re gone,” He confesses and his words draw you back up to his lips. This kiss is deeper than the last, the hesitation easing away by the second. You both become more confident with your hands again, rediscovering each other’s bodies for what feels like the millionth time. Your fingers wind their way into his hair, pulling him closer until there’s no separation between the two of you. It’s the kind of kiss that makes never want to leave. It’s the kiss you’re always coming back for. And you think it could go further, up the stairs, under the sheets, where you usually end up. Instead he pulls away and you follow his lips as he straightens up.

You’re confused watching him turn on the radio, Lemmonworld by The National softly humming through the speakers. He outstretches his arms and when you wall into them he begins to sway you lightly in time with the music. It’s out of character for him – he’s not a dancer, he’s never been a dancer. But you love to dance, and so occasionally he would play the role of a man who knew how to dance, the way you play the role of a woman who plans on staying. The kitchen is lowly lit and the music is quiet so it feels like heaven – like the rest of the world doesn’t exist – and it’s perfect.

You break first, pulling yourself out of his arms and tugging him up the stairs by the tips of his fingers. And he knows from the look in your eyes that he could have you tonight, but something in his mind tells him that he would rather lie with you under the cover of darkness and just talk, than love you in any other way. He’ll be kicking himself when you leave because he only gets so much of you so often, but right now in the moment it feels right to face you on the pillows and take you in through your words and your laughter.

It’s light conversation, made naturally now all the initial awkwardness of your reunion has subsided. He updates you on how his season is going and you act like you haven’t been following every single one of his games. You tell him about the various jobs you’ve worked whilst being away and he mentions that he saw your old group of friends a few weeks ago in a bar. He doesn’t mention that he bought them all a cocktail each, and you don’t say that you saw the snapchats they sent you asking you to thank him. The air falls silent for a while, your bodies tangled together under the sheets, hands whispering through gentle movements.

“Do you remember the night we met?” He asks, his voice quiet and raspy. You nod subtly, even though he’ll hardly see the motion through the dark. “God, I knew I loved you instantly. I just remember looking at you and thinking wow she’s something else.” His confession makes you laugh lightly, half in embarrassment, half in amazement. “I don’t mind it. This. You coming and going all the time. You only ever calling when you need me. I don’t mind.”

“I’m sorry I do it.” You apologise, “You know why I can’t stay though.” He exhales in response, a yeah I know falling from his lips, pillow talk from years ago coming back to him. You had fought that night – the night you confessed everything to him. You’d been back for a longer time than usual. Two weeks. Normally you’d stay a few days, a week at most. But this time was different. You didn’t have anywhere to be and you only wanted to be with him. It was perfect. Two weeks of waking up in his arms. Two weeks of drives at 3am when you couldn’t sleep and matching cups of tea in the dimly lit kitchen. Two weeks of what could be forever. And then the call came in and you were packing your suitcase ready for an 8am flight out to New York. He was begging you to stay when you told him. Saying how much he loved you, how this really could be forever if you didn’t take the job and just stayed. His voice was bitter the whole argument; accusing you of lying to him, leading him on. You yelled back too, saying he could easily end it, easily just not pick up the phone next time you called, easily find someone else. And even after all the bitter words, you fell into bed together, needing one last night connected before it could all crumble apart in the morning. So when you’re breathing had slowed and you were wrapped up in his arms under the sheets, you confessed it all; opened your entire book for him. And he understood.

He didn’t force you to stay, didn’t make you get a taxi to the airport, didn’t look at you like something that was breaking his heart into a million pieces. Instead, he gave you one of his hoodies with the thumb holes bitten into the sleeves, drove you to the airport before the sun had come up and kissed you in the departures lounge like his life depended on it. And when you called three months later and said you would be back in London for 36 hours, he answered and he loved you the way he always does.

When you wake up in the morning, his face is pressed into your neck, arms wrapped around your waist possessively, as if he decided in his sleep that he was never going to let you go. He stirs with your movement, peppering light kisses over your shoulders and up towards your ear. The feeling makes you moan slightly and he takes it as a cue to go further.

In an instant he’s rolled you over so you’re on top of thighs straddling him. He smiles at the sight of you – your hair messy, eyes low, his shirt hanging of your shoulders. Confidently, he tugs at the hem of the shirt, pulling it up slightly until its over your head and discarded on the floor. He’s locking your lips together once more and making you forget why you’re always leaving with every movement.

He takes it slow, not letting a single second be taken for granted. It’s giving and taking, moving in harmony together as the sunlight cracks through the gap in the curtains.  It’s electricity in your veins and caffeine to your brain, waking you up more than your morning cup of coffee ever could.

And afterwards, it’s pulling him down the stairs for a morning of breakfast and card games at the dining room table. He’s happy to be here – in your company, hearing your laughter, letting you win at 301 because he knows you love the glory – and he could stay here all day, keep you in doors, not share you with the world.

But he doesn’t mind when you’re pulling him into the city in the afternoon, desperate for some cakes from your favourite bakery. He doesn’t mind when you’re dragging him round every tourist spot in the city because you hardly get to spend time here. He’s more than happy to fork out the money for the last-minute tickets to see The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time on the West End because “it was your mum’s favourite book growing up and it’s only showing until the end of the month”. And he’s watching you in amazement, fully immersed in the play in front of you, and he’s wondering how someone like you could even give him the time of day, let alone give every second you have in the country to him.

When the play finishes, he’s wrapping his jacket around your shoulders to protect you from the cold London air on the walk back to the train station. He doesn’t mind that he’s now cold, because you look warm. He doesn’t mind not getting a taxi, because you look at home. He doesn’t mind being recognised on the tube because the look of content on your face is worth it. All of this is worth it.

“You’re leaving tomorrow aren’t you?” He asks as you’re walking through the door of his house. There’s an air of sadness in his voice but you know he’s not going to fight it. “I saw the text on your phone.”

“Yeah, I, um. I was going to tell you tonight. My flights at 1.” You reply, stepping closer to him, desperate to feel connected to him as much as you can.

“It’s okay,” is all he says, pulling you up the stairs back to his bed so he can make the most of the few hours he has left with you.

In the morning it’s breakfast at the local Wetherspoons, a conversation about the future, and a drive to the airport that feels like it last forever. He’s holding you in the airport as you wait out every last second, letting you go only when you can’t stay any longer without missing your flight.

“I love you, whenever you need me.” He whispers lowly. The noise of the airport is blocked out in the little cocoon you’ve created within each other’s arms.

“I love you, always.” You reply, locking your eyes with his, meaning it.

He hesitates for a minute, taking in your words, unsure of whether to echo them in return. “Yeah me too.” He says, giving up the battle with himself. With that you turn and leave him alone in the airport once more.

He goes home knowing he’ll spend the whole week missing you, listening to Eric’s “I told you so’s”, wishing he hadn’t let you go. But all that, all the hurt, will disappear soon and he will be left with dreams of you under his sheets, in his passenger seat, at his dining room table.

He prepares himself to do it all again, go through the motions, the late-night airport pick up, the slow dance in the kitchen. And although he goes on various dates and meets random girls in clubs none of it compares to you. And none of it could ever come close to the feeling he gets when he turns his phone on after training one day to a missed call from your number and a voice mail attached.

“Hi. So, I just got offered a job in London. A permanent job. I’m gonna take it. So would you maybe pick me up at Heathrow one last time?”

He’s agreeing – of course he’s agreeing. He’s making the familiar drive to the airport under the cover of darkness. Stopping off at his usual service station for your favourite crisps and Lucozade. Meeting you in your usual spot in the arrivals lounge. And you’re tentatively walking towards him, like always, scared you’ll have to start again. But he’s grinning at you like a fool and opening an arm to pull you in and kissing you as though you were oxygen and he hadn’t breathed in a lifetime.

When he pulls away, he’s revealing a bouquet of your favourite lilies from behind his back. Because people greet their loved ones at the airport with flowers. People greet their wives, fiancées and girlfriends at the airport with flowers. And he was hoping you were about to become one of the above.

[mariaaamaaarquez]

the second one- where does this start?

okay okay so I guessss this is the part where I kind of have to talk about myself since honestly truly now that I think about it- not a lot of people know MY story.. its usually me asking to someone else what theirs is and why they are the person they are, but sometimes not even my closest best friends know, because they never asked? weird, I know lmao. buuuut okay where to start right? well I was born in Guatemala, September 21st 2001, for the ones who didn't know hahah aaaand I was a happy kid. always a happy kid. to keep the long story as short as possible, moms filed for a divorce, father said no. for my fifth birthday though, they both wanted to take me to Disneyland, in Cali. this meant that we had to get a tourist visa from Guatemala granting us permission to leave the country, which for those of you who don't know how that process works, its HARD. somehow we managed to get it, and a few weeks later I was celebrating my birthday in Disneyland. that was when my mom made the decision to run away from my dad. obviously telling this story now, I know we had family in Virginia. and being an immigrant traveling with your also immigrant daughter as you're already in the United States- not so hard. I woke up to my mom packing bags, she just told me to go back to sleep and that we were going to the beach later that day. I, listened to my mom, and proceeded to waking up basically in an airport. just like that my life had shifted. we flew into Virginia, and proceeded to living there, hiding for six months. hiding was tough. my father had even filed a missing child case basically saying I had been abducted. Amber Alert who, right? During my time there, I did start to notice money coming in, we would go shopping, and I would get random presents out of nowhere. AAAAnd thats where my stepdad comes in. Once again, to summarize, my (now stepdad) had been in contact with my mom ever since they were high school teenage sweethearts. when my mom split up with him, it was because he had decided to flee to the United States and stay as an illegal immigrant. that’s when she met my father and had me- talk about a cockblock. anyways I soon came to find out that all the money and presents coming in, were from him. he came to Virginia for Christmas, also took me to New York for the first time and I got to get hello kitty EVERYTHING inside that Toys R Us- and then we came back home to Virginia and I was completely in awe of how good this man was treating me and my mom- aaaandd thats when they dropped the bomb on me. We were moving to Seattle. shortly after making that decision, it was January of the year 2006 and I was on a plane (again) and headed to my new life, with a new dad, and SOOO many new toys. I was happy. 

Fast forward a few months, moms is pregnant, has my brother in 2007, I can suddenly speak and understand English FLUENTLY, and I have an entire new family. As if it couldn't get crazier, my 3rd grade year, my biological dad reached out to my mom, told her he was in town. I had no idea until we stepped into the closest mall by my house, and there he was. Live and in the flesh, it was my father. I ran into his arms and obviously balled my eyes out, and I just couldn't believe it. 

Fast forward a few years, he visited again and then after that visit went kind of MIA. No more emails, or letters, and most definitely no calls. When I turned 13, I still waited for that phone call, waited all day for my mom to tell me “your father’s on the phone” and nothing. Until it was 1AM, September 22nd, and my mom told me THATS when he called. 1 fucking am here, meaning 3 am over there, basically the day after my birthday. After that year, noting stayed the same. No longer waited, or anticipated, just- nothing. I later came to find out through social media, that he was having a daughter. Insane. I couldn't believe it, but part of me saw it coming. I mean this is what I wanted right? for him to move on and start his new life, and I didn't care anymore if I was a part of it... right? On my 16th birthday, he called. By this time I wanna say my little sister was probably around 3 or 4, (still hadn't gotten a call, until now.) When he called me I was in the middle of a small get together with just family, my boyfriend and bestfriends at the time had already left and I heard the phone ring. my mom looked at it and went silent, and showed me the phone. I knew who it was. I recognized the number. and I didn't want to answer, but I needed answers. 

so I pick up.

“hello?”

“hi mija, god how I've missed you I can't believe I actually got a hold of-”

“stop.”

you can’t believe you got a hold of me? you never tried.

I proceeded to basically cussing him out, and asking about my sister. You know when you accidentally rat yourself out to your parents by saying something you shouldn't have? yeah thats exactly what happened to my not so dearly beloved father. he basically spit out that my sister’s mother was the same bitc- lady, that my dad had cheated on my mom with- go figure! no wonder the woman ran away from you, jesus. 

“look, im sorry. god I am so sorry for everything I promise I will make it up to you what do I have to do?”

“never speak to me ever again. just like how I was basically dead to you and had no right to know the truth about everything, as far as im concerned the only thing that connects us is blood.”

he ruined my 16th birthday.

never talked to him ever again.

fast forward to my senior year- tf when did that happen?

I’m in Washington DC on a school trip (so much fun by the way AMAZING) and I call my mom to say hi and catch up (actually just calling because she was across the country and if she didn't hear from me she’d think I was dead inside the White House or something, hispanic moms, you know) and she then proceeds to tell me that she saw on Facebook (once again this damn social media) that my dad had just became a father, again. another baby sister. also that he had been living back and forth from Germany to Guatemala. 

sounds like a blast daddy dearest. 

(yeah he has a lot of money by the way, still waiting on the child support from the past decade but its good HAH) 

FAST FORWARD AgaIINNN to March of 2019. 

I became a legal resident of the United States, free to travel in and out of the country without a problem, free to work wherever I wanted, free to go to college and actually have a social security number when im asked for it- just simply free. 

April 2019. 

The month I got the chance to go back to my beloved Guatemala for the first time in thirteen years. THIRTEEN. To not bore you with all the details of my trip, on the last night, fate decided that it was time, and yes ladies and gents, there he was, in the flesh, my father. I always call him “father” and my stepdad “dad” just because all that other guy did was help with the process of me being born he was never a real dad to me ever, as heart wrenching and harsh as that may sound. so fuck him. seriously, fuck him. I saw him, with tears of anger streaming down my face and my entire body shaking, and he walks up to me crying.

he leans in for a hug.

“not a step closer don’t you dare touch me.”

he walks away and disappears into the crowd of hundreds of people, and I proceeded to having the worst panic attack I have ever had. paramedics asking if I was okay, my mom on the floor with me as I was sobbing and screaming, and everyone scared out of their minds because suddenly I felt trapped in a ball of water with no air as everyone watched the color of my skin slowly beginning to fade until I became white as snow. when I snapped out of it and finally calmed down, I cried. god I cried so damn much. I was so hurt, mostly because part of me thought he would take a stand for once and try. just try. even though I told him not to I knew a part of me wanted him to, but he didn't. and he disappointed me- just as I expected he would.

haven't heard of him since.

that was almost five months ago. and that leads us to today, the present! and thats my story, without all the minor details because with those included id have people reading for hours. But, even after this longgg ass post, if you're still here hi! thanks for reading, and for being interested in my story? not a lot of people tend to be, but if im gonna be writing on here I might as well include it- right?  

anyways- yep thats me, this along w other crazzyyy things are part of what shaped me to be the person I am today. As for my family? My mom, my dad, and my little brother? I’d take a bullet.

and as for my father? 

I don’t know,

I don’t bother to ask,

I don’t care.

besitos,

ria.

[sol1056]

Hey! I have read up all your recent meta regarding VLD and I wanted to ask: with what the EPs said about Shiro being a "retired paladin" now and taking into account the data you took on the season rates and Shiro's popularity, how do you think all that will affect the show in the future?

I’m holding off on the follow-up until I have at least three weeks of data. If the current trend holds, overall it’s got to have at least a few people at HQ feeling pretty good right now. 

Except for one particular blip in the matrix. 

Back on 28 June, there were two announcements. The first happened at about 8am CST, when LEGO announced the Voltron84 set. Roughly seven hours later, an article dropped on Screenrant – I’m sure you know the one. 

Here’s what that did to google searches in the US, comparing across four terms: blue is ‘voltron’ (search term), red is ‘Voltron’ (topic, animated series), yellow is ‘Voltron: Legendary Defender’ (topic, television series), and green is ‘lego voltron’ (search term). The general pattern remains if I do a global view, but the US version is starker in showing the impact.

I caught it in real-time, and for a bit there, it was pretty wild. You can see where the green spikes; that’s when LEGO made the announcement. 

Explanation and a few other graphs behind the cut. 

The day S6 dropped, this above pattern kicked in, peaking nightly between 1am-3am CST, and bottoming out pretty consistently at 7am CST. This held steady until 28 June, in the middle, above. The three dots on the chart, right in the middle, is where the downward slope (after the abrupt peak thanks to Lego) met the new surge from the Screenrant article. 

The yellow line – the search term for VLD specifically – has remained below the two ‘voltron’ searches, but since S6′s drop, that distance remained steady. When that article dropped, the yellow line was the only one unaffected. For whatever reason, fewer people were searching VLD and more were searching ‘voltron’ in general. (Searches for ‘voltron shiro’ also skyrocketed for a few hours, too.)

Obviously, these are just searches; they don’t tell us why people used one term and not another. I tried a bunch of other terms to compare, but they were flatlines compared to the ones above. All we can really say from this particular dataset is that after that article on 28 June, the search activity for VLD now has a wider gap between it and the two ‘voltron’ search lines. 

Just to give a clearer picture of the impact on searches for VLD itself, specifically, here’s the mapped difference between the google rank for ‘voltron: legendary defender’ vs voltron as a term + voltron as a topic. 

The tallest peak there, just left of middle, is where voltron spiked as a result of the LEGO announcement. The height stays up, which is where the gap started to widen. From there on, we return to the regular pattern, but not quite. There is some catchup, but overall, the simple ‘voltron’ is outpacing searches for the show itself. 

(Here’s what’s strange, though. Despite the fact that the LEGO set is clearly Voltron84, almost all of the articles across various venues, continuing through to today, all blare that the set is associated with VLD, and use the series’ full name in their article titles. Yet that’s not what people are using to search.)

So let’s compare that to the other place people are going to run when they get news about a show: Wikipedia. This, by the way, is where comparison to previous seasons shows the timing of this article was known and planned. Every season has had a bump in traffic either two weeks after season broadcast or a day before. 

Still going according to plan: the tail was on the verge of dropping off, and the furor pushed things back up (probably a combination of LEGO, Screenrant, and a DenOfGeek article published later that afternoon). Notice that it didn’t last that long, but it also wasn’t a one-day thing. It broke the trend for two days, and thing dropped back to where I’d expect by this point in the tail. 

Now, here’s where it gets really strange. Here’s the scored popularity for the #voltron tag on twitter, over the past eight weeks. We’re two weeks out from the season drop, so the last two columns are where the interesting stuff is happening. There’s a flatline before the season drop, then a steady rise. As of that two-week anniversary, the predicted line was expected to top the previous all-time high, which is the dark gray bar at the top. 

Plus, the one-week trend as of the night of 27 June (the last time I’d checked it before the two-week article drop) was for the popularity to rise past the previous all-time high. The predicted monthly trend was a rise of about 18%, and the weekly trend had a rise of about 9%. 

Over the three hours after the Screenrant article dropped (and before DenOfGeek posted their article), I watched those numbers drop. Two to three percentage points each hour, until we reached the negatives… and kept going. It was rapid enough that the predicted line was set to fall by about 20 points. By the time it stabilized late that evening, the month trend is down to +9% and the weekly trend is -4%.  

For comparison, here’s what the #lance traffic looks like for the same time period.

For whatever reason, people just don’t tag Lance. Again, the gray bar at the top is the all-time high for this particular tag. Notice also that the two-week point didn’t really have much of an impact. It flattened the rise, slightly, but it hadn’t been much of a dramatic post-S6 rise, anyway.

Next, the trendlines for #keith. 

There’s a minor drop-off, echoing the drop in the #voltron tag. Prior to that point, though, #keith was rising fast enough that it was predicted to match the previous all-time high, or come very close. 

The same was true of the #shiro tag – match or exceed previous all-time popularity high – until that afternoon. The predicted drop was pretty severe, and I wish I hadn’t accidentally deleted the screencaps (sorry). But here’s what the #shiro tag stats look like, now that the dust has (somewhat) settled.

The week of S6′s broadcast, #shiro was at 24.3% popularity. By the end of the first week, the tag had climbed to 41.5%. Despite that rise, there was enough of a drop in the middle that when the week’s traffic is calculated into a single value, the result is a 8.5% drop to 33%. It’s got a +6% monthly trend, but a -9% weekly trend, down from its 27 June high of +14% for the month and about +8% for the week.. It took a hit even steeper than the #voltron tag.

There might be other explanations for this contrast in the various datasets, but there’s only one that seems to make sense to me: for several hours, VLD fans went silent on twitter. Almost completely silent. 

I did actually go and check twitter directly, not really sure I could believe the rapid fall on the trendlines. There was the announcement from Screenrant, and… that was about it. Not even the usual #voltron #art traffic. For about three hours, there were perhaps two tweets? Maybe three. It was eerie. 

Meanwhile, tumblr was blowing up, and when I put it all together, it seems to me that fans were in retreat – as in, pull back and discuss among avenues whose traffic I can’t see. Normally twitter is one of the first places to see rising buzz, ahead of almost anywhere else. The only conclusion I can draw is that the article pretty much cut off a lot of the fandom excitement at the knees. 

Judging from my ask box (and what others tell me of theirs), it wasn’t a pleasant buzz but an upset and confused one, too. It sure seems to me the stats above reflect that impression, and I can’t see that article as being proven positive by any numbers. What I see is a serious miscalculation on the part of marketing and the EPs for what information they wanted to drop, and when. 

More coming in a few days, once we’ve got third full week to compare. I know I didn’t get into any specifics on how the reaction to S6 (and this blip) might affect the story going forward, but I’ve got another response in the works that should cover that. Stay tuned. 

[evakfanficsrecs]

Hey guys!

As you might know, this week is the Skam Fic Week happening, and since we are a Skam (Evak focused) Fic Rec Blog, we wanted to get in on the fun! Hence, in the spirit of the event, we’ll be holding our own so called SKAM FIC REC WEEK, yay!

How will this work? - First of all, you should read the introduction post to the actual event hosted by the lovely @littlespooneven to gain understanding of what this is all about… Now onto our spin on the event… we will be picking our favorites of every day and adding them to this post which will be updated between Midnight and 1am CEST/6pm and 7pm EST daily!

Here are some small guidelines we have in place for this event (so we don’t lose our sanity):

only recommending Evak centered fics

only recommending fics that are either tagged with the #SkamFicWeek tag or/and have a clarification in the notes that it is in fact an entry for the event

sometimes we might add bonus recs for fics which are posted after our update time

We’re super excited to do this, since during the last Skam writing event, we got a lot of requests to participate and we couldn’t miss out on the opportunity this time! Hopefully you guys will all enjoy it too, as this is not only our way to praise our favorite authors of this amazing fandom, but also a gift to our lovely followers whom we appreciate and love dearly :’) We also figured this would be a great way to organize all the great new recs so everyone can access them easily!

Without further ado, you can find all the recs under the cut and make sure to check back in for 5-10 new recs every day! Have fun ♥

All the love,

Andie & Liv

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DAY 1: ACCIDENTAL/FAKE DATING

how to get a guy in seven days by thekardemomme Summary: Even and Yousef won’t make a move, so Sana and Isak take matters into their own hands. It doesn’t go exactly as planned. Recommended by: Andie, Liv

my longing drives me crazy for you by highpraises Summary: Isak’s mum worries, Isak makes bad life decisions and Even loves Isak. Recommended by: Andie, Liv

makin’ me a mess by itjustkindahappened Summary: The boy gives him a look of alarm, making a weak attempt at drawing his hand back, but Isak keeps holding it convulsively as he looks pleadingly into the stranger’s eyes. “Listen, this is super humiliating for me but I’m currently getting stood up on a date and my ex is a waiter here and he’s already been walking past my table too many times and looked far too satisfied for it to be casual so can you please just—pretend to be my date or something? I’ll pay for dinner and everything, I’m really sorry about this, I just—please?” Recommended by: Andie

friends don’t treat me like you do by hippopotamus Summary: Isak’s going to humiliate himself in front of Even’s friends because he has no idea how to be - pretend to be - in a relationship. What is Even expecting him to do? Hold his hand? Kiss him? Hold eye contact with him for more than two seconds? Isak can’t do any of that. And he also can’t sleep. Recommended by: Andie

last night by bbyfruit   Summary: Alright, so Isak is pretty used to waking up hungover in the middle of the afternoon, especially at this point in his seventeen years of living. He’s also pretty used to waking up in Jonas’s bed, usually with Jonas curled up beside him, light that comes in through Jonas’s window and hits Isak right in the face. What he’s not used to is Jonas’s arm slung over his hip and no memory of what the fuck got them to this point. Recommended by: Andie

I May Have a Little Crush on You? by shipblur Summary: Even helps Isak out of a tight spot. Recommended by: Andie, Liv

Runaway Boyfriend by stories_and_dreams Summary: Stuck in an airport and trying to get back home to his friends’ wedding, Isak Valtersen is surprised to run into a former classmate from his old school back in Norway. Even Bech Naesheim. They barely know each other, and somehow, before he knows it, Even becomes his “pretend boyfriend” for the weekend wedding. They end up having a great time together but when the weekend’s over so is their relationship, right? Destiny has a different plan, as they keep running into each other again… and again…and again. Will they ever become real boyfriends and stop running from each other? Recommended by: Liv

The best boyfriend by champagneleftie Summary: “Hey man, what’s up. I’m Isak.” The guy still looks confused, like he has no idea what’s happening, so Isak decides it’s probably best to be as obvious as possible.“Vilde’s boyfriend.” This is the possible love of Even’s life, the most perfect boy he’s ever laid his eyes on, with the perfect height and perfect lips and sometimes he does this little thing with his tongue that reduces Even to a puddle of feelings – and he has a girlfriend. * A very liberal interpretation of the fake relationship trope. Recommended by: Andie, Liv

Andie’s BONUS REC: I couldn’t possibly leave this list without mentioning Ciara’s (aka the actual creator’s of this event) brilliant entry which you can read either on her blog or in her collection of various oneshots/drabbles on AO3.

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DAY 2: BED SHARING

quantum mechanics of fate by thekardemomme Summary: Isak is scared of thunderstorms, and Even is the only one home to help him sleep. Recommended by: Andie, Liv

Not in my bed by Taraxacus Summary: Even is in Isak’s room, soaked wet. He’s staying for the night, and he and Isak will have to share Isak’s bed. Considering they are just friends, it shouldn’t be this nerve wracking. And yet. Isak’s heart is beating loud, louder than the thunder inside, and all the while Even is looking like a dream. Fluff ensues. Recommended by: Andie

seasons may change (but i love you) by kittpurrson Summary: Three times Even and Isak share a bed platonically, and one time as more. Recommended by: Andie

Double Trouble by obscurial Summary: Furrowing his eyebrows in utter confusion, Isak narrows his eyes, trying his very best to formulate a single articulate thought. (System failure.) “What the fuck?” he very eloquently blurts out, gesturing wildly to the two Evens sitting in his bed, one in a visible state of undress and the other wearing one of Isak’s old t-shirts. The two of them do not seem to be worried in the slightest, which only serves to fuel Isak’s panic. (An au where Isak wakes up and he finds two Evens lying in his bed.) Recommended by: Andie

BELLA by LiliMane Summary: “I don’t think you’re a kitten expert, Even, so you shouldn’t be running your mouth in regards to kitten issues with such confidence.” Recommended by: Liv

Sleep on it by unsungyellowraincoat Summary: ”I can’t deal with you right now,” Isak says, turning his head away. “I’ll sleep on the couch.” Recommended by: Andie, Liv

loving you to sleep by highpraises Summary: Even and Isak cuddle a lot, and love each other a whole lot. Recommended by: Andie, Liv

The Motel Stay by dear_ida Summary: Out of gas, the boys are forced to stay overnight at a motel and share a bed. This obviously works well for everyone. Recommended by: Andie

this house is falling apart by bbyfruit Summary: Pros of living with your best friends: they do cool shit with you. Cons of living with your best friends: sometimes their definition of cool shit is forcing you to go camping and share a sleeping bag with a stranger. Recommended by: Andie

just move in close to me by allyasavedtheday Recommended by: Andie

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DAY 3: ALTERNATIVE FIRST MEETING

And for special effects he has six filters by imminentinertia Summary: lbr, it’s sheer luck (and Isak’s love-struck POV) whenever Even comes across as suave (well, maybe except for the carefully executed slo-mo walk). This is what really happened in the school bathroom. Recommended by: Andie

the one with the hot naked guy by pansexuaIeven Summary: Eva’s apartment comes with a view of a hot naked guy. Isak isn’t complaining. (Or, a fic inspired by ugly naked guy on Friends) Recommended by: Andie

ride it, cowboy by highpraises Summary: Isak is a talented rider and Even is pretty sure he’s in love. Recommended by: Andie, Liv  

Literal Adonis by champagneleftie Summary: Sana and Isak have lunch and Isak meets a literal Adonis. Recommended by: Andie

Make you work up a sweat by diamondjacket Summary: Even is deeply, utterly, monumentally screwed. Also, if Even could actually get deeply, utterly, monumentally screwed by the dude in front of him, preferably into a mattress in the next forty-five seconds, that would be great. Recommended by: Andie, Liv  

slippin’ away at the end of the day into dreams of the two of us running away by wyoheartsmusic Summary: Isak sends an awkward text to a wrong number. It’s the best mistake he’s ever made. Recommended by: Andie, Liv

The Very Personal Shopper by Crazyheart Summary: A shopping service AU. * Isak is too lazy to shop his groceries, and too fed up with Eskild’s complaints, and finds that a shopping service would be perfect. But what could he do when his personal shopper turned out to be the most gorgeous guy he had ever seen? Recommended by: Liv

The Times We Meet by falsified Summary: Even is a cab driver who Isak keeps meeting unintentionally (and intentionally). Recommended by: Andie, Liv

when i met you, when we started off (it sure was a different kind of love) by dewdrops Summary: Sana is supposed to tutor Even but can’t make it due to some vague, unforeseeable events. Recommended by: Andie

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DAY 4: REWRITTEN/EXTENDED CANON SCENE

You Know How I’ve Been Acting a Little Weird Lately? by kapplebougher Summary: Isak’s finally opened up to Jonas. Jonas feels relieved, and happy, and proud…but also a little guilty. (A little microfic window into Jonas’ thoughts once he’s come home after his kebab with Isak at the end of ep 6) Recommended by: Andie, Liv

I think you’ll find I’m the master here by evakuality Summary: “You’re older than me! I’m the master, and you’re still tired too, so don’t be a fucking dick.” Or… what happens after Even gets his boner at Isak’s birthday party. Recommended by: Andie, Liv

Destinations set by imminentinertia Summary: Isak hasn’t planned anything. Even has, or at least he’s had a flash of inspiration. He doesn’t get his Amazing Magical Extra Special Pool First Kiss, though. Recommended by: Andie, Liv

you’ve got the light to fight the shadows by highpraises Summary: Isak’s thoughts after Mekke Øl. Recommended by: Andie, Liv  

Syng by waitineedaname Summary: It was supposed to be a good night. He’d go out with his boyfriend and their friends, have a couple beers, sing a little karaoke. It wasn’t supposed to end up like this. Recommended by: Andie, Liv

BONUS REC: allyasavedtheday’s drabble on the prompt: What would have happened if the little girl didn’t find the boys in the pool back in episode 4? Recommended by: Andie, Liv 

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DAY 5: WORK COLLEAGUES AU

Thank You for Flying Norwegian Air! by falsified Summary: Isak and Even are both flight attendants who definitely don’t have feelings for each other. Seriously. They’re just friends. Right? Recommended by: Andie, Liv

It Only Takes a Taste (When You Know It’s Good) by shakespeareandsunshine Summary: It would be bad enough if it was just some mystery coworker stealing meals from the office fridge. Then Isak could hate their anonymous ass in peace. But no, Isak has a very good idea who the culprit is. And seeing the villain in the breakroom every day, smiling at Isak like he has nothing to apologize for was testing Isak’s very limited patience. And also probably his self-control, although for an entirely different reason. Recommended by: Andie

i tried to be strong but i lost it (i knew it was wrong, i’m beyond it) by highpraises Summary: Even has a thing for his intern, Isak has a thing for his boss, they’re both a bit clueless and their friends just want them to get their shit together. Recommended by: Andie, Liv  

Mamma Mia by MermaidsandMermen (SophiaSoames) Summary: The workmates AU for day 5 of Skam Fic Week. And it had to be IKEA, and it had to be Evak, and it has to be ABBA. Of course. A tiny bit of Sweden in the middle of Oslo. Recommended by: Andie, Liv  

EVEN by LiliMane Summary: Whatever. People come and go. Sometimes they don’t come at all. Sometimes they only send you money. And the ones that come don’t stay too long. But that’s how it is and there’s nothing I can do about it. Not that I want to do anything about it. I can accept reality. I’ve been doing nothing but accepting reality since the day I stopped dreaming. And I’m doing quite well, if I do say so myself. Recommended by: Liv

Colleagues? by bashfulisak Summary: Isak and Even have been work colleagues for three years - a couple for two - and they like to call the office their “second home” for multiple reasons. Recommended by: Liv

Unclassified by bri_ness Summary: “Separate fiction from fact, romances from tragedies, the stories you want to experience from the ones you’d rather ignore.” * Isak and Even flirt in a library while having some deep thoughts about cataloging. Recommended by: Andie 

stuck on you (what did i do?) by itjustkindahappened Summary: It’s not that Even doesn’t try to be friendly with him—Isak just makes it so hard. Whenever Even approaches, Isak either makes up a fumbling excuse to leave, or just becomes really stiff and refuses to acknowledge Even’s existence. Whenever Even’s tried to talk to him Isak has just stared into his coffee and mumbled out one-word answers until Even’s had to give up, and it’s just so unfair. Because Isak’s just fine around everyone else—he laughs and jokes around, and Even can just watch from afar how his eyes crinkle up with sunshine and wish he could get to be the one that put them there. Or, a teacher AU with zero teaching and a lot of crushing. Recommended by: Andie 

I Don’t Date Cops by jinglebin Summary: Isak gets a new colleague and he’s instantly smitten. Until said collegue tells him he doesn’t date cops. * Isak and Even at the 99th precinct. Recommended by: Andie

BONUS REC: Ink About Me by readwritesleep Summary: They all have stories on their skin. That’s why they do this, because they love stories. The tricky part is, stories don’t turn into reality until they start to mix. When Even steps through the door of the tattoo parlour, a new story enters. Even might only have eyes for Isak, but Jonas can sense reality shifting around all of them. Recommended by: Andie (I know this one isn’t technically Evak centered and it’s from Jonas’ POV, but I loved it so much that I just had to include it anyway.)  

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DAY 6: WEDDING GUESTS AU

can’t stop thinking of your diamond mind by ahana Summary: I’ve been hashtag blessed, is all Isak can think. * Or, Even crashes a wedding and Isak’s not too happy about it, until he is. Recommended by: Andie, Liv 

The Disaster Wedding by Jules1398 Summary: Even goes with Isak to his cousin’s wedding. Recommended by: Andie

Always the Guest, Never the Groom by allyasavedtheday Recommended by: Andie

we could burn and crash, we could take a chance by highpraises Summary: Even meets Isak outside of a wedding and experiences love at first sight. Recommended by: Andie, Liv 

BONUS REC: Balance by waitineedaname Summary: Jonas and Mikael are the best men and best friends to the newest and sappiest married couple in Oslo. And yet, they’ve barely spoken to each other. Why don’t they change that? Recommended by: Andie (Again, not Evak centered, but super cute if you like a bit of Jonas x Mikael!)

BOUNS REC: Best Man Support Group by bri_ness Summary: “I’m having an existential crisis at my best friend’s rehearsal dinner.” “What a cliché.” * Jonas and Mikael bond as they help Isak and Even prepare for their wedding. Recommended by: Liv (Not Evak, but is Jonas x Mikael!) 

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DAY 7: BASED ON A 'FRIENDS' EPISODE OR A MOVIE

the one with the disastrous double date by highpraises Summary: Isak and Magnus agree to set each other up with blind dates, but Magnus forgets to find Isak a guy. Recommended by: Andie, Liv  

TOW The Blackout by bri_ness Summary: “I’m stuck in an elevator with Hot Neighbour.” Recommended by: Andie, Liv  

off the maps by ahana Summary: “I can’t stop running back to you,” Even whispered into the quiet of the night. Isak looked at him, green eyes unwavering. “Is that a bad thing?” “I don’t know yet.” Or, a Brokeback Mountain AU. Recommended by: Andie

Those magic changes my heart arranges by diamondjacket Summary: He slowly, cautiously lifts his gaze. And his eyes run smack into blue ones he thought he’d never see again. Those blue eyes widen immediately, and that soft, pillowy mouth— the same mouth that had tasted Isak’s, not long ago— drops open in shock. “Isak?” Recommended by: Andie, Liv

I’m Flying by bashfulisak Summary: Isak meets Even on the RMS Titanic - and somehow, someway, they fall in love. Recommended by: Andie

Pinstripes (Are All That They See) by shakespeareandsunshine Summary: “No. No no no no no. Nope. Nuh uh. Not happening.” This, surprisingly, from Magnus, finally fully awake and shaking his head vehemently. “We are not putting out a hit on the poster child for happiness.” Isak can’t help but agree. “Not the man,” Jonas says, exasperated. “The dog.” And, well. That certainly changes things. (Otherwise known as that Heist AU you never knew you needed.) Recommended by: Andie

The One With Jonas’ Wedding by allyasavedtheday Recommended by: Andie 

the one where even is extra by bbyfruit Summary: In which Even tries way too hard, Isak is just trying to deliver some damn pizza, and the Balloon squad are best bros. Recommended by: Andie

that's how you know by colazitron Summary: The boy of one's dream doesn't usually metaphorically fall into one's lap through a magical well from a parallel universe. But sometimes, he does. Or: a Disney's Enchanted AU. Recommended by: Andie

the one with the prom video by thekardemomme Summary: Even has been in love with Isak since they were younger, but he never intended for Isak to find out this way. Recommended by: Andie

[arianasgrnds]

Manchester Arena Attack - My Experience

On Monday 22nd May 2017, a bomb was detonated inside the foyer of Manchester Arena following an Ariana Grande concert that I had attended. This is my story.

For around 3/4 years I have been desperate to see Ariana in concert, but I never had gotten the chance to, until she announced her Dangerous Woman Tour which included a date in Manchester, approximately 44 miles away from my hometown Leeds. I ordered my tickets on the bkstg pre sale on 26th November 2016 and the countdown started until the day my dream was going to come true, none of my friends were fans of her so I begged my boyfriend to come with me, he knew how much it meant to me to see her and agreed to come with me. 

We decided to go there for the day and explore Manchester a bit and get food before we went to the concert, we had previously visited Manchester in September to see McFly on their Anthology Tour and only got to explore a little of Manchester, but we fell in love with the city. We booked tickets to go to a Cat Cafe in the afternoon, but other than that our plan was just to walk around and go into a few shops. 

The night before the concert I was up until around 1am panicking because I had a gut feeling that something was going to go wrong, however I suffer from anxiety and panic attacks so I just put it down to that and I was already anxious about taking the train there. As we were waiting for the bus into the city centre to get our train I told my boyfriend about how I was feeling through the night and that I was panicking something was going to go wrong such as losing our tickets, missing our train, getting stranded etc and I was scared I was going to have a panic attack as I had had one at McFly in September and when we went to see You Me At Six in October 2016, but he assured me everything would be fine and we went to get our train. 

When we arrived in Manchester we were both excited to explore and go to the Cat Cafe, we went into a few shops and walked around the city centre then went to the Cat Cafe. After the Cat Cafe we went to Pizza Hut for tea, there was a group of girls on a table next to us wearing Ariana merchandise and I began to get suuuuper excited that I was finally going to see her in a few hours. 

We went from Pizza Hut straight to the arena and queued to get into the venue, doors were supposed to open at 6:30pm but they were running late so we got in around 7:30pm, got some soft drinks, went to the toilet and sat in our seats. At this point I started feeling really anxious, my way of dealing with this was to get up and walk to and from the toilets just outside of the entrance near our block, I did this several times until Victoria Monet and BIA came on, still feeling quite anxious whilst waiting for Ariana’s countdown to start. 

Ariana’s 10 minute countdown video started playing and I felt a lot better due to the excitement of finally seeing an artist I had looked up to for so long, I had been counting down for months to this moment that I was going to be in the same room as her. She came onstage and I was ecstatic, she was amazing, my favourite part was Knew Better part 2/Forever Boy, I sung so loud and was so so so happy and in awe of her, she hit every note effortlessly whilst dancing perfectly in high heels, how? I don’t know. 

Her last song was Dangerous Woman, she said goodbye etc then over the speakers they started playing Dangerous Woman as people started to exit the arena. I had bought a DWT hoodie and shirt that they had put into a JD bag, before the show my boyfriend thought to push it under his seat so it was safe, when he stood up as she came on stage, he accidentally pushed the bag further under his seat so we were trying to get it out. We were due to be getting the 11:30pm train from Manchester Victoria back to Leeds so we had around an hour before we had to get our train, we had planned to wait in the foyer where McDonalds etc was, the foyer where the bomb was detonated. 

We finally got my merch out and started walking up the stairs of our block (block 105) to exit when the terrorist detonated the bomb. Under my feet I felt this vibration so powerful that I had never felt anything like, the arena which was previously filled with excited chatter, happiness and laughter from a room full of fans who had just seen their favourite artist went silent, but only for a second, then it went loud again, but this time it wasn’t excited chatter anymore, it was panic. Everyone started screaming and when I looked above us there were people jumping off of the balconies to try and get out of the arena, my reaction was to grab my boyfriends hand and run after saying to him “we need to run or we’re going to die” 

Security didn’t know what to do, but they were asking us not to run down the stairs, there were children screaming and crying, their parents trying to console them whilst hiding their own fear. We ran to the fire exit and through some corridors (this part is a blur to me) when we came to a stand still. I asked a member of staff what had happened and got told it was “just a tactical throw”, I also overheard someone saying a speaker had blown, but I thought it was either a shooting or a bomb. There was a strange smell of burning which I can’t describe, I had never smelt a burning smell like that before. 

A girl in front of us was covered in other people’s blood whilst a crowd of people surrounded her asking if she was okay, my boyfriend asked her if she was okay and what had happened but she was too in shock to reply. We then started running again before coming to a stop once again, I looked to the right of us and there was a middle aged man holding a white Ariana shirt to his head, the shirt was red with blood and there was a puddle of blood at his feet as well as blood on the floor around him. I looked back in front of me and still holding my boyfriends hand began running again until we finally managed to get out of the arena. 

We didn’t know which way it was to Manchester Victoria as we had come through a fire exit, everyone was panicking and screaming in fear as an announcement played over speakers telling us to evacuate the building. My boyfriend asked a security guard which way Manchester Victoria was and we ran that direction until we were outside Manchester Victoria, which had gone into lockdown. We stood outside Manchester Victoria trying to calm down and figure out what to do as we tried calling my Dad, because even if our train wasn’t cancelled, we didn’t want to get it and I was desperate to see my Dad. My phone wasn’t ringing at first so my boyfriend tried to call him on his phone, after a few calls to the house phone and his mobile he answered and he said to my Dad “something has happened in Manchester and we need you to come and get us” it was at this point it sank in what had actually happened and I broke down. 

I spoke to my Dad and he said he was on his way and to send him the postcode for Manchester Victoria, I googled it and sent it over to him, then a group of armed police ran past us shouting at everyone to move so I suggested we ran to the nearest hotel. I asked a policeman if there was any safe place we could go and he replied “no, you need to get out of the city, now!” So we started running again, we didn’t even know where we were going because the times I had been to Manchester Arena in the past my parents had taken me there and picked me up, we just ran. 

We ended up at the Travelodge hotel we had stayed at when we came to see McFly for 3 days in September, the lobby was packed with people trying to get last minute rooms because they were stranded and people just wanting a safe place like we were. We sent my Dad the address, sat in the bar area and got drinks as everyone crowded around the tv to watch the news because at this point, you couldn’t escape what had happened because it was on every news channel. Breaking news. I was in the middle of something that tv and radio channels all over the world had stopped everything to cover. On the news it said 19 was dead and 50 something were injured, everyone in the lobby started crying again and holding those close to them, when a little girl ran into the lobby who had gotten separated from her Mum and sister. This girl looked around 10 years old and it broke my heart because she was one of thousands of other children her age and younger who were at the concert that night. 

I checked my phone and had messages from hundreds of people asking if I was okay, people offering to come and get me and my boyfriend too, the support that we were offered was so overwhelming. People were opening up their homes for those stranded, taxi drivers offering free lifts home to as far as Liverpool and Sheffield, hotels opening up their lobbies for victims and survivors and looking after children that had gotten separated from the adults they were with. 

After what felt like hours and hours, my Dad called us letting us know he was in Manchester but couldn’t get to us because all of the roads had been blocked off into the city centre, thanks to police we managed to finally find him around half an hour later of walking around, as soon as I saw him I ran up to him and hugged him tighter than I ever have done before. He was still in his pyjamas because he couldn’t get dressed properly he was rushing so much to get to us. We got in the car and I cried the whole way home, then sat up until 5am watching the death toll go up. For about a week after it happened I became obsessed with checking the news for updates to a point where I was waking up several times during the night to check.

Since it happened I have nightmares and flashbacks every night, even after over a month, so I’m hoping that this post will help me because this is the first time I’ve fully shared my story. I’m scared to click post, but it’s something I need to do. I think about the victims and their familes every day and probably will do for the rest of my life.

We were given free tickets to One Love Manchester, my Dad took us so we could leave at any point, but we ended up staying until the end. Once we got inside I was fine, but leaving I started to have flashbacks of that night and panicked. People passing by, complete strangers, even stopped to ask if I was okay, everyone was so united and looking after each other. 

One Love Manchester was so important because it helped me, my boyfriend and thousands of others that experienced that night heal. I’m so proud of every person that returned to go to One Love Manchester and of course, of Ariana, who is such a brave and strong woman, her strength inspires me. I loved her so much before this experience, but she means so much more to me now than she did. Her concert was one of the best/worst nights of my life, but I won’t let it stop me going to concerts, concerts have been my happy place for as long as I can remember and the next time she tours I won’t hesitate to buy tickets, I’m going to get meet and greet and squeeze her to tightly. We can’t let hate win.

[indigo-ra]

1 Bad Dream

So. I almost didn’t want to post anything here, but I think it’s worth it to at least touch on the trend of dreams I have been having lately.  For a while I haven’t been remembering my dreams, and in my waking life I was concerned that because I haven’t been as diligent in recording them, that I might be losing my oneiric touch. It seems as soon as I thought this, I had earned  a little vacation time to play a little. My second job is mostly training and I never remember it after I wake up, because that’s just how it works. The past week has been parties. I have been surrounded by celebrities and familiar faces in all my dreams and having these incredible social gatherings. One time Sanaa Lathan was hosting, Chris Rock said my boobs were lopsided and I instantly threw my shirt off, and started asking “They are, right?! Is it really that bad?! Can you tell?” making EVERYBODY there pretty much shrink away in terror, embarrassment or laughter. I don’t actually remember ever putting the shirt back on... but the point is everybody had fun. Until last night.

I know I don’t much talk about my life in depth here, but my relationship with my mother is not good. My relationship with my entire family at this point is not good, and it’s not because of anything I’ve done.  If you can imagine someone falling on hard times financially and helping them out, you can somewhat identify. But the part that gets strange is that the family members that were all helping me became incredibly spiteful toward me for no visible reasons that I could ever pinpoint. There were no arguments about stuff like cleaning or money. It always became toxic because they wanted to use me or appropriate me in some demeaning way, and I always refused to be treated like a fucking slave. Even politely, this always landed me looking for another place to stay, because people only want to help you as much as they want you to help them, And I get that concept from strangers, but I naively thought my family would want to help just because they loved me. After all, that’s all they ever preach.

Anyway, after I finally got away from it all and moved to Korea, I have gained a sense of freedom, since I no longer feel like a burden to anyone. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve run into my fair share of trouble with strangers too, but I at least expect strangers to try and fuck me over. My mom took it upon herself to invite herself to come and visit me. At first I tried to nudge her away from the prospect. I never had a melt-down that resulted in “Fuck you, I hate you, I never want to see you again” speech... so I guess she just took it to mean that we’re cool. She called me at 1 am on a school night to ask for my address out of the clear blue sky. It didn’t even come up organically in the conversation and it was way suspicious.  I’m groggy af, and I really want her to just get the fuck off the phone, but she’s just lingering like its 3PM on a weekend asking me about school and shit of course AFTER sh’es demanded to know my address. SO I ask ”why do you need it?”

She and my aunt who put me out, had me pack all my belongings, move out and drive an hour away in a car with no brakes in which I nearly died by T-boning (all in the same day), want to come and visit me. They want to start planning it early. I’m a sweetheart so I try and just get her off the phone because its 1AM and I just think I should be able to opt out of this conversation until later. But my mother is incredibly aggressive in all aspects of life and she’s pressing me until I literally have to say it’s “1AM. I have school tomorrow.” I get off the phone and she proceeds to text me. “I thought you were gonna send your address?” I ignore this and send an emergency email asking advice from the Buddhist Monks from my Vihara in DC.  Not gonna lie, I was shook. I couldn’t fall back asleep, thinking about her “dropping in” on me just so she can try and subjugate me in her tyrannical, dominating way like a piece of trash on a leash. That she still has this kind of effect on me to the point of making me totally anxious almost had me on the verge of panicking. The part that I’m conflicted about is that I love her, so I don’t want to hurt her feelings, even though she never thinks that far in advance when it comes to sparing mine.

Some time later, she calls me again and is up to no good.The way she keeps asking me the same questions that I’ve answered time and again, signifies that she either isn’t listening, doesn’t really care about my replies, or is masking her intent. In any case, it’s suspicious. After the egregious small talk she gets down to the nitty-gritty asking for my address again and I let her down gently. I  simply told her  that I’m not ready to host a reunion. She had said she was going to stay in a hotel, but it didn’t matter, I need my space and I wasn’t ready to see her or my aunt for that matter.  If I lived in the USA right now, I don’t think that reply would have stopped her. I think she would have shown up anyway. She seemed a little hurt by it and I felt bad, seeing her like that. I wanted to take it back, yet I didn’t. So, I knew it was the right thing to do. My mother is like Jessica Lange playing “The Supreme” in Season 3 of American Horror Story: Coven. Possibly worse. After a few days I began to feel calm again, and that, alone, validated my decision... Then, last night I got a reminder of who I’m dealing with. I brought my daughter home to America to meet my family (I’ve been debating this in real life). My mom wanted to take us somewhere and I tell her to set up the car seat. My daughter was sound asleep  and my mom dismissed me (like she is wont to do when I say ANYTHING that makes sense, but sounds too bossy) Like: “Girl I know how to drive! Just put the baby in the car, damn! Let’s go.”

So then I set heh sleeping baby down and I started setting up the baby car seat. My mom jumps in the car and starts it up all of a sudden. I hurry up and jump in the passengers side, ASAP, before she can take off without me. She is FLYING down the highway.

I’m like “Stop this fucking car and set up the car seat right now or I’m calling the cops!  Are you crazy!? This is not legal and you might kill my baby!!!!!” She’s accelerating faster by the second and so I get my phone out, heart in my throat, praying she don’t crash this fucking car being a psychopathic witch and as I’m about to dial 911, she drives directly into a huge snowbank on the curb of the highway that should have flipped the car. But the car didn’t flip. This is how I know I’m not *JUST* dreaming. She says: “I’ll flip this car over if you call the police!!!!” I look at her and say “YOU  JUST TRIED TO DO IT!!!!!!!! YOU WERE WILLING TO SACRIFICE YOUR LIFE, MY LIFE AND THE LIFE OF MY CHILD OVER NOTHING!”

She’s still speeding, mind you. I’m like, “YOU CAN’T THINK THIS WILL GO OVER WELL FOR YOU IN THE AFTERLIFE.” or something to that effect, to which she then sneered, looking like that might have gotten to her a bit. 

 We continue this heated argument back at the house, where she has shut down and is now ignoring me after she just attempted to kill me and my baby and I just look down at my daughter, who I laid down on the bed, watching her chest rise and fall to ensure she’s still breathing, thinking she shouldn’t have had to be exposed to this kinda of psychological dysfunction EVER, let alone at age 2. It’s making me emotional right now. I don’t even have a kid, but I know what mama bear feels like. AND, By the way, this incident or something close to it has actually occurred, with just the 2 of us in the car, so I don’t put this dream scenario past her for one second. WHY she behaves this way is anybody’s fucking guess, but it’s definitely something I could see her doing. I took it as a cautionary tale. I had seriously been considering whether or not, IF I got married, IF I would introduce my children to my family... This was my answer.

It hurts me, but I have this strange looming feeling that if I took my little newborn baby to meet my older sister, she’d “accidentally” find a way to chuck her down some stairs or worse. It sucks because I’ll have to deal with them all crying that it’s betrayal when I’ve gotten insight from dreams and just from the reality of noting their patterns of behavior.

I’d rather have my kids grow up healthy, not knowing anything about them, than end up dead or sitting in a court room, sending somebody away for murder and crying about my irreparably shattered dreams and future, just because I was naive enough to think my children could meet my family without them being violently possessed by a legion of demons. Silly me.

I’ll end it here. Because some of my work is classified.