#this professor is probably like wtf is wrong with this student she always does the assignments last minute

[roseofcards90]

I have given up ✨

[awigglycultist]

Okay hatchetfield zombie apocalypse au bc why not ("but tgwdlm is a zombie apocalypse" shh no that's an alien musical apotheosis and also this is won't be the exact same as tgwdlm)

This ended up being way longer than I thought it would and also kinda ramblely (is that a word??) oops. So read the rest under the cut

Okay this takes place in 2019

Emma and Paul are together, emam ofc suggests they going to her cooky reclusive biology professor

This isn't the apocalypse Henry excepted and he doesn't like that, but hey he still prepped for an apocalypse so he's safe

Since this isn't a musical apocalypse and it'd probably be pretty hard to get money off of someone during a zombie apocalypse, so he's currently not trying to murder anyone

He let's Emma and Paul stay with him

But then Emma is like "hey you have room do you think my nephew, brother in law and his gf could stay with us? The gf's a nurse she could be helpful!!"

He eventually agrees

Then Paul's like "hey my coworkers are kid dumb asses there's know way they're surviving an apocalypse on their own can they stay with us? And also one of them has daughter and the other has a little brother (cough cough HCB) them too?"

And then Hidgens ends up agreeing to that, and then Alice and HCB are ofc both like "wait hold on our friends-" (ie: Deb, Ziggs, Grace Chasity (this would be HCB's friends not Alice's ofc), Cineplex kid (because I said so) Ethan (also Tony, my beloved) Lex and Hannah (once again, because I said so, do we seem them interact? No, but they're friends now)

And Hidgens at this point is like "well fucking fine I guess so! Bring em here we have a bunch of ppl already so why not!!"

All of these people, living under one roof (albeit a very big roof) is ofc chaos!

I'd imagine ppl kinda stay in groups a bit tho. Like the teens stay with each other for the most part. CCRP gang hangs out together most. Ect.

Still, very chaotic. The teens (really mostly Deb, Ethan and Lex) causing plenty of trouble. The adults all being dumb asses. Plenty of arguments between Bill and Ted ofc. And probably several arguments between the nerdy prudes (grace, hcb and cineplex) and the other teens. Probably one fight between Alice and Ziggs but it gets settled quickly and they figure everything out and clear the air and become good friends.

I mean you think this amount of ppl, particularly this certain group of ppl, are going to be well organized durning the apocalypse? Hell no!

Hidgens is the only one that actually understands shit about apocalypse, he's the one who prepared! (once again: although for the wrong one) so he's constantly having to be like "no we can't do that that's dangerous!!" Emma, Alice and Lex are the only other really competent ones.

Hidgens ofc spends his time trying to find a cure, Emma helps him. If life ever goes back to normal she has an automatic A in his class for the rest of college just for going through this shit and helping him.

Tom, Bill, and Tony are the dads. They're obviously dealing with the kids. But the do mainly try and focus on their own kid because... That their kid ofc they care about them the most. But they try to take care of the other kids too.

Bill has a rough time connecting with anyone besides Alice. But Grace was always nice to him church so there's that. And ofc Alice has gf, a gf he doesn't like a ton but now he's very much stuck with so he might as well try and get along with. They eventually do.

Tom ofc like I said cares most about Tim. But after him the next he cares most about are CaliforMIA gang. Lex and Ethan were his students (I know it's not confirmed that Ethan was one of students but he is now bc I want him to be), probably his favorite students, and that Lex's little sister who's only a few years older than Tim, ofc he's also gonna care a lot about them.

Tony also cares alot about Lex and Hannah, that's his son's gf and her little sister, once again, ofc he'll care about them alot too.

Becky absolutely cares about all the kids a ton!! She's a nurse who works with kids, she's very nurturing and mother like. She cares for and about them all fairly equally but Tim is her favorite because... Well that's her bf's son and she's known him the longest out of any of the kids ofc. Lex and Hannah end up loving Becky alot because she's so much kinder and sweet than their biological mother.

Before the apocalypse Ted took care of HCB, now he's still taking care of him ofc. Ted doesn't want to be taking care of any of the kids besides his brother. He wants to drink and party and stuff. I mean it's the apocalypse so why not? But he ends up taking care of Grace and Cineplex quite a bit too. This happens not bc others aren't taking care of them, they are being taken by the other plenty well (like I said the dads and Becky all care for all the kids they just have favorites) but because they see HCB going to Ted for almost everything and Ted doing stuff for/helping out HCB so they're like "well okay guess we'll go to him too" He's not happy about it. He already has to deal with his obnoxious little nerdy prude bother and now there's two more? But part of them reminds him a lot of himself when he was younger. Maybe that's why he doesn't like them, or also maybe that's why secretly likes them a ton?

Hidgens, Emma, Ted, Tom and Lex are the ones that go out most often because they're the only who are really able to fight off the zombies and stay safe a stuff (okay Ted not so much as the others but they bring him anwyay cause Henry's like "he looks like he can use gun or something" and Emma, Paul, Bill and Charlotte are all like "this is a horrible idea don't bring him" but they do anwyay. He doesn't kill any of the others so hey why not keep bringing him? Besides if something goes wrong they can use him as bait or throw him to the zombies to get them off the rest of the group /hj)

Other ppl in Hatchetfield exist of course and are out they're trying to survive. Sam and Pamela are some of the first to die that's karma bitch

Lex and Hannah were living with Pamela ofc when the apocalypse hit, the girls wanted to go somewhere safer but Pam wouldn't let them, then one day she went out and got turned into a Zombie, the girls quickly took that as their chance to escape and they went to Tony and Ethan and then ofc ended up at Hidgens'

Charlotte was with Sam before he turned into a Zombie and then when he did she ran to Ted & HCB and stayed with them before they ended up at Hidgens'

Gary and MIAH are together and trying to survive on they're own. Sylvia, Melissa, and Greenpeace Girl end up meeting each other and decide to gang up together and they're badasses. Dan and Donna are two focused on the news and finding out if Peanuts is surving (which yes, Peanuts, (as well as Papa Ed.. At least for a while) are doing fine) and they die pretty quickly. Holloway and Duke are doing great, Holloway's a witch so yeah she's good and ofc Duke is with her so he's good too.

Lucy is in Hatchetfield and she's already in the woods vibing with Chumby before the apocalypse hits (THAM doesn't happen in this universe and instead Lucy ends up finding Chumby own her own because uh??? Reasons??? Idk bc I said so) the two of them have no idea there's a zombie apocalypse. The Paul clones take this apocalypse as they're chance to escape, Paul23 leading the uprising ofc, they don't kill Paul and take his place tho, instead it's more like "there's a zombie apocalypse? Oh fuck yeah!" *escapes* "oh theres a zombie apocalypse oh no-" some try to stay in a group and live together, some try to go out their own. There's now a bunch of random Pauls and Paul zombies around town. The main gang do end up seeing the clones and they're all just kind like "uhhh wtf???" except Paul, he's absolutely freaking out, the clones kinda are just "uhh haha how do we explain this".

Spoiler alert: the world isn't destroyed. How? Not totally sure yet but probably through Hidgens managing to find a cure and time travel. Emdriod has traveled back in time to replace Emma, but oopsie she didn't travel back far enough so she can't kill Emma in Guatemala, so she goes to Hatchetfield in hopes she can kill Emma when no ones looking and just replace her then, but oh no there's apocalypse so thats a much bigger issue. She survives easily, she's strong af, doesn't need food, all that jazz. She and Emma do meet each other and it's another "wtf?" "how do I explain this?" situation. But Emdriod lies ofc and kinda explains what happened but said that she accidentally time travelled and leaves out the whole wanted to kill her part. Now the Emdriod has found Emma she does try to kill her, that's awfully hard to do tho considering Emma is literally always with a group of people, and Emdriod doesn't want to just kill Emma right in front of everyone bc then they'll all hate her and her goal isn't to just kill Emma it's too replace her. She end up giving up and she runs into Paul 23 and they bond of my doubles of someone and wanted to kill that somoen at first and then fall in love and kill zombies together :)

Ohh uhh other ships: Paulkins, Lexthan, Barneston, Potseed (Alice x Deb) ofc. Charted, Obnoxious Teens (HCB x Cineplex Kid) oh and ofc Holloduke. Uhh Bill x being okay for once, Ted x probably not dying for once (not too sure about that one yet) Hidgens x not actually trying to murder someone for once

Wait wait I just got idea: the zombie apocalypse occurs BECAUSE of Hidgens, he tries too bring back the working boys (remember his original backstory with accidentally killing them and stuff??)

Okay I think that's all I got for now

[getoswhore]

Alrighty, finally made it home--and am not procrastinating because I randomly remembered this...nooo--Alright so the start off is I'm dying internally and want to murder the uterus because it is being so mean. It went almost an entire month and then on the last day went "HI MF! MISSED ME????" and I didn't. Off of that, second this is that I have assignments due THE MINUTE WE COME BACK FROM BREAK. College (highschool) professors can suck my ass. My friend/study buddy is unable to show up and now I am running out of things to distract myself. I have an outline that I really don't wanna do. It's so boring. It's on the Gilded Age which is just ugh.

The other things is that I lost a really old friend. She...she decided she no longer has time for me but can go and do other things with other people after I've tried making plans with her for months. I was planning on giving her the birthday present, but then I had to get work done. I just...it hurts you know? I thought we were better than that, not that it matters. I'll be fine...like always. Just means my close friends have dropped to one, and she's one who...I have never met in person, but I love her like family. I guess that should work, right? Heh...look at me being depressing...I really need to not do that often. I'll be okay, I hope.. Thanks for listening!

please dont...dont ask

lots under the cut! <33

:(((( ik cramps can be icky but you got this!1! just put a warm heating pad on your tum tum n take some ibuprofen if you can n drink some warm milk! always works for me even when it feels at its worse :/ usually i think the cramps get bad when it's late? well, to me it does :((( but it's only just for a few days bb, you got this. <3

fUCK THOSE TEACHER. omfg i hate HATE HATEEE when teachers do that to students, like wtf. but at least you have this whole spring break to work on it? n so you don't gotta stress bb, you got all this time! n ik you can do it. <3333 and when you do, make the teacher shove it for making you do work over break, like wtf. iTS CALLED A BREAK FOR A MF REASON.

aw :(( bb :(( ik how you feel n it hurts tbh :/ losing a good friend like that is rlly icky, but hey, at least you see who they truly are. cause good friends won't do that to someone who wants to hang out with them :/ she's probably confused or is trying to get closer to new friends.. hm.. idk.. but things like that are icky n i never trust ppl who put me down all the time only just to hang out with others :/ i mean if she already made plans with someone else she could just say that to you, yknow? well, at least yknow who's your true friends and m sure you'll meet some new ones soon!! out with the old in with the new KZNFNSJFJ that's my motto when i lose friends who did me wrong. <3333 but it's gonna be alright bb, ok? just hang in there n take care of yourself, pls don't stress tm bb :((( MWAH

[drawlfoy]

Soft Spot

masterlist request guidelines requests are open!

pairing: draco x hufflepuff!reader

request: yes! there are two of you who requested something very similar, so i’m knocking this one out first to take care of both of you!

summary: you’ve had a crush on draco malfoy for as long as you can remember,...but the funny thing is, you’ve never even spoken to him. he’s mean, he’s spoiled rotten, he’s everything that a hufflepuff could ever want...but you will keep it a secret, right? won’t you? because it’s not like he even knows you exist...

warnings: language and cringiness

a/n: this is gonna kinda be my farewell fic for the summer, something that breaks my heart. i’ll be slowly drafting other requests and i WILL start posting that dramione one once it gets to late fall for the ~aesthetic~. thank you to everyone reading this! you’ve inspired me to keep writing and growing my skills. i love each and every one of you, and i hope you enjoy this last little tidbit of my writing for the summer! but also... i might have a little cringe surprise of a fic i already wrote like 6 years ago saved for later on. this isn’t goodbye, it’s just a see you later!

also... i don’t really know if seekers shake hands at the beginning of the match. i think it’s just the captains but like....let me live and let the plot thrive in a slight harry potter AU where seekers shake hands before games okay

music recs: 1980s horror film II - the wallows

word count: 3,383

tags tags tags! @accio-rogers @geeksareunique

also i literally cannot believe myself i was supposed to write this over a period of a week not 3 hours wtf

“The more concise the flick, the more concentrated your magic will be. No, no, Longbottom, I said concise, not unhinged...try again.”

Y/N watched sympathetically as the Gryffindor struggled to turn the vinegar into wine, Professor Flitwick peering over his shoulder and cringing as the boy flailed about. 

“Poor Neville,” Hannah murmured to her right, her vinegar already having been turned into a deep crimson. “You’d think they’d let up on him by now and just let him do his thing with Herbology.”

“Yeah, but then again, he is abnormally talented at that,” Y/N said, watching the boy carefully. “He probably has the skills. He just needs to tap into them.”

Hannah smiled at her, leaning back into her chair. “Oh, Y/N, always seeing the best in everyone.”

“Oh, stop it. I’m just optimistic.”

“Are you, now?” Hannah leaned forward, wiggling her eyebrows. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but I think it takes more than just simple optimism to have a crush on--”

“Hannah! Quiet!” Y/N’s cheeks flamed at the suggestion. “You’re talking too loud.”

“Sorry, sorry.” She rolled her eyes, still wearing a mischievous grin. “It’s just so funny to me. Have you ever even talked to Mal--”

“Do not say his name!” Y/N hissed. “And...yes, for your information, I have. Last year he bumped into me. I said ‘sorry’.”

“And?”

Y/N looked puzzled. “What?”

“And what did he say back?”

She blushed even harder, slinking down in her seat. “Okay, okay, he didn’t say anything. He just nodded and kept walking.”

Hannah grunted, looking entirely unimpressed. 

“At least he didn’t say anything mean! That’s an improvement!”

“Y/N, I love you,” Hannah began, “And I think you need to have slightly higher standards.”

“You antagonize me,” Y/N moaned, dramatically throwing herself over her chair. “Let me have a little fun. I know nothing’s going to come out of it. So do you.”

Hannah giggled. “I know. I’m just giving you a hard time. And if something did come out of it....” --Y/N laughed at that-- “...I would still love and support you no matter what. Besides, I think Nott is kind of a catch. Think you could set us up once you have your own Slytherin?”

Y/N smacked her arm good-naturedly. “Anything for my Han--”

“Ladies,” Professor Flitwich greeted. “I’m not seeing much magic occurring over here.”

“We’re done, Professor,” Hannah responded, motioning to the two charmed goblets of wine. Y/N simply nodded along, feeling slightly uncomfortable under the eyes of all of the students in the room. It had grown silent, and it seemed as though the Slytherins over in the corner were smugly awaiting a deduction of points from the Hufflepuffs. Draco Malfoy looked entirely uninterested, choosing to absentmindedly levitate a quill instead.

“Very well.” Flitwick nodded briskly. “But I would prefer if you two took your conversation out of my classroom. It seems as though you both have a grasp on this lesson and no longer need to be here...if you so wish.” There was a twinkle in his eye that reminded Y/N why Flitwick was one of her favorite professors.

“Thank you, Professor,” the two said in unison as they began to pack up their things. Flitwick waved his wand, effortlessly changing the wine back into its original form. 

The Slytherins began chattering again, filling the room with its usual ambiance. 

“Malfoy was looking at you,” Hannah hummed into Y/N’s ear.

“No, he wasn’t,” she responded. “I saw him. He was levitating a quill or whatever.”

“Not the whole time. And, oh, the way he was looking at you...total fuck-me eyes.”

“You’re gross, Hannah,” Y/N managed in between laughs. “Was that before or after he stood up on the desk and confessed his unconditional love for Hagrid?”

“During. He always did strike me as a polyamorous guy.”

“Stop!” Y/N burst into a laughing fit, drawing some attention to them as they walked out the door. “You’re bad!”

Hannah chuckled a bit herself, skipping down the corridor. The fall afternoon sun shone through the windows, casting a warm glow on everything inside. Y/N jogged up to meet her, struggling to shove the last of her supplies into the right pockets of her satchel. 

“Slow down, will you?” Y/N called, stopping to catch her breath.

“Damn, Y/L/N, you really expect to be able to seek this weekend? With that lung capacity?” Hannah joked, skipping back to her.

“Says the person who has never played a single match of Quidditch in her life,” Y/N countered, raising an eyebrow. 

“Okay, you got me there.” Hannah raised her arm in a surrender. “I watch you enough, though.Speaking of watching you...”

She sidled up close to Y/N, shoving her playfully. “How does it feel playing your very first game against...Slytherin? With Malfoy as the opposing seeker?”

“Oh, stop it,” Y/N groaned. “It’s nervewracking enough. I saw how he treated Harry in the last game. He plays rough.”

Hannah’s eyes widened. 

Uh, oh. She only ever did that when she was plotting.

“That’s it,” she sang, skipping circles around a confused Y/N. “That’s how you’re gonna find out if he has a soft spot for you!”

“Huh?”

“You just said he plays dirty with Harry,” she explained. “And I’ve seen him mess with Cho too. If he’s nicer to you and doesn’t shove you off your broom...then you know that he likes you!”

“Hannah, I don’t think that’s a very good idea,” Y/N admitted, beginning to walk forward again. “First of all, even if he did like me, why would he be willing to be nice to me in front of the entire school? To a half-blood Hufflepuff? He couldn’t, it would ruin his reputation. And second of all, there’s no way he does like me. You said it yourself...he’s never said a word to me.”

Hannah sighed, cracking her knuckles as she looked at the stained glass on the ceiling. “That’s true. But you liked him even before you talked to him. Why do you assume he couldn’t feel the same way?”

“Because he’s a Malfoy, and I’m not his caliber,” Y/N said, her voice flat. 

“And how come you get to decide what his caliber is?”

<>

Hannah’s suggestion rattled around in Y/N’s head. It frustrated her--it really did. She was supposed to be training for her very first match, not daydreaming about how Draco’s hair would look under the setting sun of the pitch. But she couldn’t stop. 

She started paying even more attention to him, if that was possible. She stole looks at him from across the dining hall, watching as he rolled his eyes and laughed at something Pansy Parkinson said. Now that she thought of it, she rarely saw Draco without Pansy...but she couldn’t decipher if that was a mutual decision or if Pansy clung to Draco like Hannah told her she did. 

On Friday night, instead of discussing strategy with the captain, Zacharias Smith, she was watching a particularly interesting scene at the Slytherin table. Pansy was pushed up next to Draco, whispering whatever she was whispering into his ear. He didn’t look thrilled, but he certainly wasn’t pushing her away. Anger boiled in her chest, so much so that she almost didn’t notice the tap on her shoulder. 

“Y/L/N.” 

The firm male voice finally caught her attention as she spun around to see Blaise Zabini looking down at her.

“What?” Her tone was sharp, clipped from what she had just seen over at his table.

“Malfoy wants to talk to you,” he said blankly. “You are the seeker, right?”

“Er...yeah.”

“Come with me then, we don’t have all day.” Blaise grabbed her arm, hauling her up rougher than she would’ve liked. Hannah shot her a shit eating grin which Y/N did not return. 

She was too nervous. Why would Draco want to talk to her? 

Blaise dragged her across the Great Hall as the rest of her house curiously watched. The Slytherin table, hostile as ever, quieted down to a hushed murmur as she neared the group that always surrounded Draco. 

“Here,” Blaise spat, pushing Y/N forward to him. She stared daggers at him in response. No, she was most certainly not in a cheery mood today. 

“I said bring her over, not drag her by her hair,” Draco said, slowly dragging his eyes over her. She flinched in response, not quite knowing what to say. 

“What for?” Her voice was strong, something that surprised her greatly. 

He raised an eyebrow as Pansy scowled in the background. “It’s concerning our match tomorrow. I want to propose a deal.”

“A deal?”

“Yes.” Draco sighed, looking rather irritated that she hadn’t caught on yet. “You agree to not catch the snitch, and I’ll give you something that you want. Galleons, perhaps?” He smirked. 

“No, that’s quite alright,” Y/N responded breezily, instead focusing on quelling the raging blush on her cheeks. The way that Draco looked at her made her feel like he could see into her soul, and she couldn’t tell if she liked it yet. “I’m perfectly content with just playing a fair game.”

“A fair game?” Draco snorted, and the rest of his friends followed suit with canned laughter. “I think you’ve forgotten exactly who you’re playing against, love.”

“If you’re so good, then you shouldn’t have to bribe me,” Y/N shot back before she could hold her tongue.

Wait...what did he just call me?

Draco shrugged, seemingly unbothered, but Pansy sprung to his defense. “Draco, I think you ought to teach this little Hufflepuff to mind her manners around you.”

Y/N, stunned by her realization, simply stared at him, waiting for a response.

“No need, Pansy,” he said, holding eye contact with Y/N. “There’s plenty of time for that tomorrow. You can...er...go now.”

Blaise seized her arm again, but before she could move to yank her arm out of his grip, Draco’s voice broke the silence again. “Zabini, I hardly think that she needs an escort.”

Dazed, she pulled her arm away from him and dashed off. Hannah was waiting back at the Hufflepuff table, her plate long forgotten.

“What was that??” she squealed, nearly bouncing in her seat. Y/N just stared at her.

“He called me love.”

<>

Thankfully, she had long cast aside her thoughts of a particular white-blonde by the next morning. Y/N was so nervous that Hannah nearly had to force down her toast.

“C’mon, you need the energy!” Hannah pleaded. “At least drink some water. I can’t have you passing out on the pitch! Hufflepuff needs you!”

Zacharias, or Arias, as he asked her to call him, was sitting next to her, calmly going over the strategies for the game. 

“You really do need to eat,” he informed her. “I know you feel like you’re gonna vomit, but you’ve just gotta force it down. You’ll thank me later.”

Under his watchful gaze, Y/N began nibbling on her toast, forcing it down.

“Atta girl,” he praised. “Anyways, your biggest worry right now isn’t the Beaters...it’s the other seeker. Normally it wouldn’t be like that against, say, Gryffindor, but you’ve seen how Malfoy plays. He isn’t afraid of a few fouls.”

Y/N nodded, the nausea returning.

“But you’re smart, and I chose you for a reason,” Arias said, patting her shoulder. “You’re going to do great. I know it. And our Chasers are great, so even if you can’t catch the Snitch, we’ll be okay.”

She nodded again, leaning into him and blinking hard. 

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see a pair of ice grey eyes trained on her.

<>

“...and I want a clean, fair game today,” Madame Hooch finished. Y/N was ashamed, but she’d spaced out on the entire speech, instead focusing on how nervous she was. 

She was obviously shaking, and she felt even more pathetic standing across from the Slytherin team. They were all buff and tall and scary looking, and she was short and shaking. 

Arias placed a hand on her shoulder to steady her. “Don’t worry, Y/N/N. It’ll all be over before you know it.”

She nodded, swallowing to try and combat her dry mouth. It didn’t work, especially when she saw that Draco was watching her with an amused look on his face. When she caught his eye, he raised an eyebrow quizzically at her and smirked. 

Arse. 

“Seekers, shake hands.” Hooch’s voice cut into her thoughts. Arias prodded her forward, and Y/N complied, stepping closer to Draco. 

He clasped her hand firmly, leaning forward just a fraction. 

“Don’t be so scared,” he stage-whispered. “We’re playing a fair game, remember?” 

At this, his Slytherin teammates chortled in the background as Arias frowned.

“Leave her be, Malfoy,” he hissed, pulling Y/N back to the Hufflepuffs. “I swear, if you lay a hand on her, I’ll...”

“Relax, Smith, I’m not gonna touch your girlfriend,” he drawled. 

“She’s not my girlfriend!” 

“Mhm.”

At Hooch’s command, the two captains stepped forward and shook hands, Arias glowering at Malfoy and Malfoy smirked down at him.

The game started before Y/N knew it, and suddenly, her worry slipped away. She was no longer a lowly Hufflepuff--she was a seeker, and a damned good one at that. 

She had watched enough Slytherin matches to know Malfoy’s dirty strategies. He generally relied on faking out the other seeker, which she found a rather cheap tactic. 

Y/N decided to just take a few wide sweeps around the arena, dipping up and down through the air. Draco clearly hadn’t seen anything--he was flying in lazy circles much higher than her, clearly trying to get a higher vantage point of the arena to search for the gold glint in the air. 

Speaking of which...when she flew past the Ravenclaw section, she caught a glimpse of a slight shimmer in the air.

No way. This early in the game?

Y/N squinted, pausing in the air for a second. The gold shimmer moved again, just a few hundred feet away from her. 

She’d spotted it!

Glancing up, she saw that Draco was watching her intently. As casually as she could, she began making her way towards the Snitch, still flickering around a little next to one of the columns of the pitch. 

When he turned away for a second, Y/N gunned it, speeding towards it. It began to move away from her rapidly, but at the same, time, she was gaining momentum. 

“And it appears that Y/N Y/L/N has spotted the snitch!”

The Hufflepuff section roared as she closed in on the distance. She began stretching her hand out and was just inches away from it when something lightly bumped her shoulder.

Draco.

He moved so his shoulder was pressed to hers, keeping up with her exactly and leaning forward, mimicking her movements.

“You’re not half bad, you know,” he mused as nonchalantly as the whistling air would allow. 

“I do. Same with you.”

Y/N’s broom was going as fast as it could without being uncontrollable, and it seemed that that was the case for Draco as well. His arms were longer than hers, though, and he was just inches from grabbing the snitch. 

She could’ve just shoulder checked him to throw him off balance like she had seen him do so many times, but at the same time, he could’ve as well--but he wasn’t. 

In a sudden stroke of creativity, Y/N dived down , throwing Draco’s attention off just enough to lag behind for the briefest of seconds. Darting forward, her fingers managed to close around something cold and vibrating with energy.

“HUFFLEPUFF HAS CAUGHT THE--”

<>

Her head was heavy in the middle and light at the sides. Had it always been like that, or was she just hyperaware of the fact?

Her surroundings were dimly lit with a single candle, but even that hurt her eyes as they fluttered open. She vaguely recognized that it had to be nightime--wherever she was. Y/N tried to sit up, whimpering as the small of her back ached. 

“Whoa, slow down,” a familiar voice cautioned. It was posh and male, but she couldn’t quite place it. 

“Mmmhmm.” Her acknowledgement of the person speaking to her was unrefined and embarrassing, but she didn’t care. Whoever it was clearly cared enough to watch over her.

The memories came flooding back...the sensation of the snitch humming in her hands, Draco flying next to her, awe written all over his pretty face..but then the white hot sensation in her back, the sudden halt of her broomstick, the rushing motion as she plummeted to the ground...the boneshattering impact, the sounds of Draco wailing for help...

But then it cut off there. 

With newfound energy, Y/N hoisted herself up, taking in more of her surroundings. It was most certainly at some hour in the night in the Hospital Wing. A figure sat at the chair next to her bed, and a candle illuminated the currtain surrounding her. 

She squinted at the figure. “Who are you? I can’t see.”

“Oh.”

Dark arms rustled about, pulling out a wand and whispering Lumos. A ball of light revealed a very disheveled looking Draco Malfoy. Y/N gasped.

“Sh, you’ll wake Pomfrey up,” he whispered. “It wasn’t me who hexed you. It was Harper.”

Y/N blinked up at him. “I know.”

“You do?” 

He stared at her for a few seconds, his mouth agape.

“Of course I do, I heard you yelling for help. I wouldn’t do that to someone who just hexed me.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that. Bet you wish you took that bribe now, huh?”

Y/N snorted. “No. I won.”

Draco just shrugged again. “How are you feeling?”

“Not great.”

“I figured.” He shifted in his seat a bit. “Listen, I...er...”

“What?”

He scooted forward just a few feet. “I’m sorry for trying to bribe you. I’ll be honest, I was just kind of looking for a reason to talk to you. Winning this match would’ve just been the cherry on top.”

“You...what?” Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. “Stop it right now. What did Pomfrey give me? She must have me on some hard stuff...wow...”

He laughed, leaning forward even more. Y/N could smell a clean whiff of pine and black tea. “No, no, you’re not on pain potions. That I know of, at least.”

“So you’re telling me the truth?”

“Why would I wait her for...I don’t even know how many hours for you to wake up only to lie to you?”

“You were here for the entire time?”

“I mean, I had to shower and eat, but yeah, basically.” He cleared his throat, carding his hand through his hair. “I find you kind of interesting. Always have. Is it a crime to want to get to know you more?”

“I must be dreaming,” Y/N muttered, turning her eyes up to the ceiling. “Have you forgotten who I am?”

“My parents aren’t as strict on half-bloods,” he hastily said. “And your academic and athletic record kind of...outshine the fact that you’re a Hufflepuff.”

“Charming,” Y/N responded dryly. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying that...” He wrung his hands together, gazing down at them instead of meeting her eyes. “I’m saying that I have...I don’t know, a soft spot for you? And if you feel the same way, I think it’d be, er, interesting to maybe see where this goes.”

“You’re saying that you have a crush on me?” 

The abruptness of her comment caused her to shyly look away at the ground. 

“No, look at me,” he murmured. “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

Y/N let out a lengthy exhale.

“What is it?”

“Could you tell? That I’ve had a massive crush on you since, well, forever?”

He shakily laughed. “Oh, thank god.”

“Well, could you?”

“Hm.” Draco thought for a few moments, placing an elbow on her bed so he could rest his chin in his hand. “Yeah, kind of. I couldn’t tell if I was overanalyzing everything, though.”

“You weren’t,” she assured him, turning to face him again.

He stared at her for a few seconds, his soft grey eyes wide with wonder. Inching his free hand closer to her, he paused. “May I?”

She smiled then, ignoring how her face hurt. “I mean, you waited hours for it.”

“No,” he corrected. “Years.”

With that, he gently slipped her hand into his, rubbing slow circles onto it as she drifted off to sleep. 

final a/n: me: so i’m not posting any more imagines until i’m literally into college and an adult! also me: here’s a fic i wrote in two hours because i couldn’t focus on my sat prep! also so so so sorry for any spelling mistakes/plot holes/grammatical errors in here. i just slammed this one out

[silverlysilence]

Hidden at Hogwarts

So @fabllama02 recently reblogged a post about how the RotBTD Hogwarts AUs got their Houses all wrong (though it does mention how Hiccup was sorted correctly in Ravenclaw and I was like, WTF?!  Most of the art I see is with Hiccup as Hufflepuff, which is believable, but Ravenclaw is obviously the right choice there, but I’m digressing).

Anyways, it points out how Jack Frost should be in Hufflepuff and that got me thinking...

Jackson Overland was by no means the best student to ever walk the halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.  He probably would have been sorted into Ravenclaw House if that were the case but neither had he received a Troll or Dreadful on his any of his O.W.L.s.  The worst he got was a Poor in History of Magic but he blamed having a ghost for a professor for that one.  The rest of his O.W.L. were Acceptable or Exceeds Expectations with an Outstanding in Transfiguration that surprised even himself.

Still, despite it being only a few weeks into his sixth year, Jackson was already counting down the days until the end of the term.  Most students would balk at wanting to leave Hogwarts—well, at least when it wasn’t exam time—because it was the best school in all of Europe. However, the majority of the school had something he didn’t. 

Friends.

Oh, don’t get him wrong, Jackson did have friends.  A lot of them if he was being honest but none of them went to Hogwarts.  They either attended regular school or went to one of the other two prestigious European schools of magic.  He was fine with that, in the beginning, since he received acceptance letters from both Durmstrang and Beauxbatons as well and could have followed his friends if he desired to.

But Jackson Overland was stubborn and he wanted to attend the alma mater he read about from his mother’s schoolgirl diary. The young ten-year-old him believed he would make new lifelong friends at Hogwarts and then he’d wouldn’t be sad his other friends weren’t there with him.  The train ride had been a great start, he’d bounced around from compartment to compartment, talking with anyone willing and learning a fair share of Hogwarts outside of what he’d learned from books and secondhand accounts.

Then his Sorting took place.

Ravenclaw was the first to be discarded for the simple reason that he didn’t seek knowledge for the joy of knowing as many of the House so often did and he wasn’t one to believe intelligence was everything.  Knowing didn’t matter when one didn’t have the courage or drive to do something with it.  He was sad, though. Sad that Ravenclaw was immediately taken off the table when air was their element, that stung since he did so love being up in the air, surrounded by the winds.

He wasn’t surprised that Gryffindor was the next House to be rejected.  Jackson could be brave and daring when he needed too, but only when it involved others. Not only that, but fire wasn’t his thing and with it being Gryfindor’s corresponding element, he could live without being a member of the House.

That left two options that the Hat painstakingly struggled with: Hufflepuff and Slytherin.

Hufflepuffs were hard-working, dedicate, patience, and loyalty.  All of which could describe Jackson to the letter, when he felt like it.  He could be dedicated and hard-working if that meant more time for fun.  He had patience—how else could he survive year from year at Hogwarts without being patient?—and was fiercely loyal.  Even better, earth was the element for Hufflepuff.

Before he could get too excited over that fact, the Hat began considering the last option.  

Slytherin House.

Jackson actually knew more about the House than any of the others.  His mother’s diary described many of late nights sitting under one of the silver lamps hanging from the ceiling in the Slytherin’s cold common room. Cold because the common room lies beneath the element of their House, water from the Black Lake, but the warmth of her words spoke of fondness for her House. He might not have the same ambition to become the world’s youngest Potion Mistress as his mother, but his determination and need to toe the line in regards to the rules—he was testing their elasticity—was something they both had in common. Add in his cunningness and resourcefulness nature when pulling off a prank that even impressed the sole portrait—hidden in an antechamber of one of the countless secret passageways Jackson passed his time searching—of a younger Salazar Slytherin and he could very well fit in with people of similiar values.

In the end, the Hat had allowed him to choose and he’d chosen loyalty.  Loyalty to a mother he had vague memories of and a diary full of stories he often dreamed about.

Jackson Overland was draped in the silver and greens of the Slytherin House that night sealing his fate.

The next morning, as he giddily bounced through the halls, cheerfully greeting anyone he passed, he noticed the change.  Where the same students had been happy to help and answer his exuberant questions on the train, they took one look at the colors of his tie and turned up their noses, ignoring him. It soon became apparent by choosing Slytherin, he had effectively alienated the other three-fourths of Hogwarts.  It was disheartening and had him dragging his feet as he tried again and again with other members of the various Houses only to be met with the same result.

At least he had his own House.  The House his mother loved so dearly.  There was just one problem.  A small difference between his mother and him.

Phoebe Black was as Pure-blood as they came and from The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black before she’d been struck off the tapestry.

Jackson Overland was a Half-blood.

Nothing more than a Mudblood in the eyes of his Housemates.  

He quickly learned none of them would approach him outside the confines of the dormitories in fear of another student of a different House or teacher seeing them and tarnishing the reputation of Slytherin, inside was another matter.  His homework would always disappear, ink bottles shattered and quills snapped. None of his school robes were destroyed as that would reflect badly on the House and possibly lose them points, his muggle clothes, on the other hand, were mere rags.  Worse was their constant taunts and name-calling.

It was no wonder Jackson had taken to hiding away in Hogwarts as much as possible.  When he wasn’t in class or sleeping behind heavily warded curtains, he was invisible.  Practically a ghost.  For Merlin’s sake, Profession Binns routinely forgot he was a student and would give him Ghost Letters as reading material.  

Thankfully, The Grey Lady caught him attempting to decipher the ghostly writing to no avail one day and kindly read the translucent notes out loud for him to copy down on a sheet of parchment.  He thanked her by placing a single lily flower in the small niche window seat she so often haunted.  Since then, it had become a tradition, when Jackson received Ghost Letters, the Grey Lady would read them aloud for him, and a lily would be put in place the next day.

A process he was repeating once more, gently tucking the Moonbeam Lily that in no way shape or form came from the Forbidden Forest next to the blue and silver pillow. Making sure flower was visible and would be easily spotted, he quickly retreated to one of the hidden passages Salazar informed him of and waited. He didn’t have to wait too long for the Grey Lady to float down the hallway, passing his hiding spot, where she came to a halt next to the window.  

Amber eyes gleamed in happiness when he saw lips forever in a grim expression tilt upwards. Jackson didn’t know if she knew he always stuck around long enough—sometimes hours—just to see her reaction.  To him, it was the best part, because if it made the usual solemn ghost happy for a small moment and that made him happy.

He was just about to take a step back and head down the path at his back when a polite nasally voice drifted down the hall, rooting the brunet to the spot. He couldn’t see the person but the distinguishable clinking of metal against stone every other step was a dead giveaway.  Amber eyes immediately caught sight as tall auburn-haired wearing the same blue and bronze ties as the bulky blond at his side as they made their way pasted his hiding place, animatedly discussing the Triwizard Tournament announcement.  Undoubtedly on their way to their common room to get quills and ink to submit their names into the Goblet of Fire.

It was only after they were long gone, voices but a distant memory that Jackson let out his breath.

“Why do you not talk to him?”

Jackson didn’t jump, but it was a near thing.  Instead, he leaned up against the wall and allowed himself to slide down, sitting in the darkness with only the silvery-grey light cast from the Grey Lady for light.  Drawing his knees to himself, he rested his arms on top and buried his head as if that would further hide him from the world.

“I’d rather not,” the brunet shrugged languidly.

“I do not understand. You often stare at him, and speak fondly of his deeds, but you never approach him,” the Grey Lady glided over towards the teenager.  “Why is that?”

“Because Hiccup bloody Haddock doesn’t know I existed despite having the biggest crush on him?” Jackson mumbled into his arms.

“Yet I have heard you fondly speak of the first time you saw him on multiple occasions.”

“Again, he didn’t know I was there,” Jackson hummed, the memory of his fourth year unbiddenly rise to the surface.

He had just fled Charms class, slipping into the nearest hidden passageway leading to the kitchens for some lunch away from the Great Hall when he heard the deep nasally voice doing a poor imitation of a Scottish accent.  Normally, he would have kept on walking, the prospect of learning a few new recipes from the eager House Elves more of a lure, but the laughter of children had his curiosity peeked.  

Following the laughter led him to a brick wall, but a tap from his wand on an indented stone had the brick sliding back, giving him a glimpse inside the usually unused classroom currently filled with a group first and second years—ties of all colors sans the stark greens and silver of his own—sitting in a circle as a teenager—lacking the telltale tie and all important crest emblazoned robes—read from a book in one hand while waving his wand about in the other hand as he paced inside the circle.

The floating veils above the auburn hair swirled before one floated down, passing by another heading upwards to rejoin the group.  The teenager began reading again as the veil floated around the circle for all the children to get a good look at and when he was finished describing the properties, he asked the group for the name of the plant.  One of the Hufflepuff offered up a name but the teen’s voice took on the horrible Scottish accent once more as he listed how her answer was wrong in a humorous, fun way as to not embarrass her.  

It was in that moment, watching the unknown teen spend his lunch hour teaching the younger students about the various potion ingredients and their properties their Potions Master should have taught them—the bastard hadn’t, Jackson knew that from his experience dealing with the man in his capacity as both a professor and Head of House Slytherin—in preparation for the upcoming exams that his interest in the teen grew.

From then on, Jackson kept an eye out for the auburn-haired teen and observed.  The next time amber eyes caught a glimpse of him it was with him fumbling with his blue and bronze tie as he hurried into the fifth year’s Defense Against the Dark Arts class a few seconds before the bell rang.  Jackson was a bit surprised that the unknown teen was a year ahead of him, instead of behind as he initially thought, but he wasn’t surprised to find out he was a Ravenclaw.  A week later, the Slytherin learn his name from his hefty blonde Housemate shouting it from across the courtyard as he pulled the notorious Thorston twins from House Hufflepuff after.

Amber eyes had dimmed upon seeing the Ravenclaw walking towards the trio of blondes with a Gryffindor on either side of him.  The small fledgling of hope worming its way into his heart quickly shattered.  There was no way he could become friends with the kind-hearted auburn-haired teen.  Not with two Gryffindors as friends—best of friends from the looks of how they hung off of each other and a little more on the blonde’s part if he had to guess—because while members of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff could be friendly and open with their childhood Slytherins friends and family, Gryffindor and Slytherins did not mix.

At all.

The two Houses always thought the worst of each other, blaming them for everything and since Jackson was lumped together with the other Slytherins, he received more than his fair share of accusations by the House. Another reason he tried so hard to be invisible inside the wall of Hogwarts and stay invisible he would continue to do.  Jackson let the hope die and kept his distance. He could not, keep himself from watching over Hiccup though, and with each new thing he learned about the loyal, intelligent, brave Ravenclaw, the larger his crush grew.

“I could speak to him for you; if you so wish?” the Grey Lady offered.

“Milady, I appreciate you’re offer, but Hiccup Haddock is better off not knowing Jackson Overland.”

[faejilly]

i am for you (7/?)

holy shit you guys, it’s Friday? When did that happen. Like. I finished and then almost forgot to post. It’s been. idk. a week. the working title of this chapter was “my fic needs more ladies” and is also a return to epistolary. (hopefully second-hand brunch is still entertaining. I love Cat.) 

series tag / ao3

[cat]: you two have the worst timing

[dot]: what? are you? IT'S TOO EARLY

[tessa]: why are you yelling at us? Shouldn't you be on your way to brunch?

[cat]: I need reinforcements! Company!

[tessa]: well you can talk to the ALA about their conference schedules then, not us

[cat]: but some sanity would be nice

[dot]: are the boys being especially *boys* at you?

[cat]: yes [cat]: also Magnus is overly infatuated with someone, even for him [cat]: and he only met the guy last night! Sort of? I think [cat]: I'm freaking out, but Ragnor is being very calm about it all, which is weird and not helping

[tessa]: Ragnor's always been a hopeless romantic, of course he's happy for Magnus.

[cat]: but he USUALLY thinks Magnus has terrible taste and no self-preservation instinct

[dot]: I am almost personally offended by that first part considering how I met the rest of you, but he's not wrong on that second part so I suppose I'll let it be

[cat]: Magnus was so nervous I went with him to get a mani/pedi to help him calm down and he was practically vibrating in his chair, they had the hardest time getting his nails finished.

[tessa]: Magnus was nervous before he met the guy? That's... unusual.

[cat]: they'd been chatting via email, and it was their first in person thing. I have no idea what I should expect, or what I should say at brunch [cat]: because I'm going to have to ask, right?

[tessa]: you won't have to ask, you'll know how it went as soon as you see him

[cat]: you would think that, but Raphael's already preparing to murder the guy just in case, and Ragnor's being *mysterious* and I need back-up and you two are in the wrong time zone

[tessa]: sorry?

[cat]: are you though?

[dot]: I am, I want to watch! It will either be horrifyingly entertaining, or it'll be actual good news and Magnus being happy

[tessa]: which is always nice to see

[cat]: maybe I'll bring some extra asti. Either for celebrating or commiserating?

[dot]: now I really wish I was there

[tessa]: so do I. Keep us updated.

[dot]: take pictures! Lots of pictures.

*** ***

[cat]: I hope they get married [cat]: possibly tomorrow [cat]: no wait, we have to wait for you to get back [cat]: next weekend?

[dot]: wtf cat

[tessa]: kl;'/.

[dot]: I'll have you know Tessa just choked on her tea and is a really improbable shade of red right now

[cat]: sorry [cat]: not about that, but I don't have any pictures [cat]: Magnus' boy was embarrassed enough when we got there because they'd clearly lost track of time and he had to find his shirt after we walked in and he blushed half way down his chest

[dot]: oh my 😅 [dot]: where was his shirt?

[cat]: half off the footstool by the couch, pretty sure it got thrown over someone's shoulder last night

[dot]: did Magnus look sad when he put it back on?

[cat]: I was too sad when he put it back on to tell

[dot]: Tessa just choked again. I think you broke her. She doesn't know how to drink anymore.

[cat]: Raphael responded to the shirt fiasco via That Glare™

[dot]: I am so glad I don't get That Glare™ anymore

[cat]: I could tell he was thinking this guy was just using Magnus for a good time last night and trying to decide how thoroughly to murder him. [cat]: But the boy glared back, and I think they had some sort of secret conversation via scowling eyebrows and rolled eyes? Because afterwards they were perfectly civil to each other.

[dot]: what. how.

[tessa]: stop I can't breathe

[dot]: don't stop I wanna see if she turns any other silly colors

[cat]: oh, I can't stop. I am nowhere near being able to stop

[dot]: yay!

[cat]: Ragnor said "it was nice to see him again" and didn't tease him about the shirt thing and actually engaged in small talk about someone they both knew for like five minutes

[tessa]: Ragnor can be nice for Magnus' sake. Occasionally. With a little prodding.

[cat]: He did it on his own! He started the conversation!

[tessa]: no

[cat]: apparently a friend of Alec's (that's the boy, sorry, I am going all out of order aren't I? Magnus calls him *Alexander* but he introduced himself to us as Alec so I'm pretty sure no one else is ever going to get to call him that) [cat]: where was I?

[dot]: I have no idea but don't ever stop

[tessa]: there's a panel starting in fifteen minutes so you'll have to stop eventually but not quite yet

[dot]: whatever, this is better than a panel

[tessa]: not when I'm IN IT

[dot]: I suppose?

[tessa]: not all of us are just here for the shopping and networking

[cat]: ANYWAY [cat]: Friend! Of Alec's! Who apparently needed a leave of absence for a semester but she was past the cut-off date and Alec was personally going to all her professors to get exceptions for her? And Ragnor helped? So he was asking Alec how she was doing now. He remembered her name and everything, he didn't just go by her hair color or a paper she wrote, he used her NAME. Bri? Brand—no. Something with a B at least.

[tessa]: sounds like the friend's pretty remarkable too if Ragnor remembered them both

[cat]: and he's apparently hired Alec for the summer work-study the Classics department does FOUR YEARS IN A ROW, even though he's not even an undergrad anymore so Ragnor had to fill out extra paperwork FROM THE DEAN'S OFFICE

[tessa]: Ragnor voluntarily subjected himself to more Aldertree? Isn't the summer program mostly for putting a student between him and the Dean so he has *less* Aldertree?

[dot]: I know you're generally very honest, and if for some reason you aren't, you're a better liar than this [dot]: but I'm still having trouble believing you

[cat]: I was there and I almost don't believe me

[tessa]: So Ragnor already liked him. And has known him for over four years. At some point Magnus is going to be very upset that he never introduced them.

[cat]: Magnus started to do that wide-eyed hiss thing that he does right before he verbally eviscerates you, you know the thing

[dot]: ouch.

[tessa]: How much blood was shed?

[cat]: None. [cat]: Alec leaned in and said something stupidly sappy like, *but we've met now* and Magnus just... smiled and leaned against his shoulder? That was it.

[dot]: he's a Magnus-Whisperer!

[tessa]: how much did you all drink for Magnus to be that relaxed at a meet-the-boyfriend thing?

[cat]: not a drop. We were all too busy being shocked to even open anything

[dot]: but. Brunch! Mimosas!

[cat]: Gorgeous boy over six feet tall who blushes!

[tessa]: wow [tessa]: I am really really sad about the lack of pictures now. Not as sad as Dot, but still sad

[cat]: And then! He left before we did because he had to go home and change before a thing at a bookstore this afternoon [cat]: like a volunteering thing, not even getting paid, he's just *helping*

[dot]: which bookstore?

[cat]: uh. The one with the name that's actually some names rather than a book pun of some sort, makes it sound all classy? Starts with ffff... fuck it I can't remember.

[dot]: Fray & Garroway? That makes sense... they hire a lot of short-term students and have like twenty children who all show up at events

[cat]: Magnus did mention something about an improbable number of siblings

[dot]: probably one of them, then

[tessa]: how do you know so much about a random bookstore?

[dot]: Elliot used to go to estate sales with Jocelyn Fray before she died. [dot]: He's got a couple pictures of them in his office, grinning over some find or another. He said she had a knack, you know? Always spotted the best stuff. She was mostly going for stuff for herself or fixtures rather than stuff to sell, but they clearly had a good time hunting together. [dot]: He still refers people over there if they're looking for books beyond what we've currently got in stock, or if they're fine with later editions, since we usually just keep firsts or seconds. Luke sends people our way periodically too.

[tessa]: Jocelyn, I haven't thought about her in ages, that must have been what, over ten years ago?

[dot]: must be. Hell, her daughter Clary's probably old enough to drink now. That's a weird thought.

[tessa]: because we're so ancient in comparison? 🙄 [tessa]: regardless, I do have to get going, and put my phone in silent. Don't go too crazy without me

[dot]: too late!

[cat]: nah, I think that's most of it [cat]: for now, at least. I cannot wait until you two meet him next week

[dot]: if you think I'm going to wait until next week to find out more you do not know me as well as I thought you did

[cat]: good luck 😉

[dot]: I don't need luck, kitty cat, you know that

[cat]: you're much more impetuously curious than I am, why am I the kitty cat?

[dot]: you have a much nicer purr?

[cat]: you are ridiculous

[dot]: and proud of it. If you find anything else out, do let us know.

[cat]: I think I'm afraid of what you'd do with it... you could always try Ragnor?

[dot]: you know that's useless, he enjoys knowing shit no one else does WAY too much to share [dot]: he's going to be lording his Alec knowledge over us for ages

[cat]: not too long. He enjoys sharing exasperated looks about Magnus even more

[dot]: ha. True. [dot]: But that won't help me before I get back

[cat]: you're back TOMORROW

[dot]: late tomorrow! That's two whole days! At least!

[cat]: you're exhausting

[dot]: 😘

[cat]: well it's not like I could slow you down, much less stop you. Have fun investigating?

[dot]: will do.

[koganphrancis]

Sheila’s Swan Song

Or: Ian Swap That Mic For Mickey And Then We’d Have Something Worth Watching

Sheila Callaghan has written her last episode for Shameless, and while it wasn’t as bad as I feared it could have been (I was really worried she was going to give us some Ian and Terror romance), it was probably the most boring episode in a very, very boring season.  

A quick recap of what some of the other characters were going through before I get to “Gay Jesus”...

Svetlana just seems really sad-I don’t like what they’re doing to her, and Isidora is playing Svet like a declawed lioness remembering her former power or something.  It hurts to watch.�� And why should Svetlana get stuck with a gross old man-why doesn’t the show have whatever the standard for male beauty between 30-40 years old is these days walk into the Alibi and fall head over heels for her?  (and I guess maybe that could happen, the season’s not over yet, but it feels more like a John Wells fantasy being played out-hot Russian who knows every sex move in the book willingly riding off with rich old puke)

Also-I don’t watch The Ellen Show but there’s a scene with Kev that I’ve seen as a skit on The Ellen Show-it wasn’t funny, and I hope life imitates art and The Ellen Show sues Wells and he loses the show like it appears Fiona will lose the apartment building.

Fiona and Ford finally have sex after he creepily tells her he’s “asked around” about her (but the shit he found out is only stuff the people closest to her would know-would they really tell him all about her past?  Of course not, but this is Shameless and we’re supposed to forget about loyalty and “South Side rules”).  They still have no chemistry-he’s her Faileb and I want him to take his pretentious attitude and go fuck himself.  

Fiona has what was probably to Sheila a soul-baring moment: she tells Ford she might not want to have kids.  First of all, is this really something you bring up as pillow talk the first time you bang a guy?  And second, Fiona doesn’t take care of the three kids she’s still legally responsible for (and she totally dropped the ball when 17 year old Ian went missing)-are we supposed to think she’d be more interested in kids if she pushed them out of her uterus?  And where was her dog this week?  Who is taking care of him while she’s not staying at home and banging Ford in that house he’s renovating?  

Nessa is still in competition with Ian for “Least Likely To Be Found At Their Job”, plus Sheils throws in the plot point that Nessa had a miscarriage...it was a very odd thing to put into the show-it was weird when Nessa and Mel told Fi they were both pregnant with Ford’s kids to begin with, but why even write that in only to have Nessa’s pregnancy end so quickly?  They are shortchanging so many storylines this season, wtf waste time on a very minor character going through something that should be very traumatic when all you have her do is shrug it off and say she hasn’t even told her partner about it?  

Moving on-Lip goes through something major-maybe.  Youens dies in prison and then Lip gets angry, but we don’t know WHY he is angry.  We can guess all we want, but the show’s not telling us.  There’s a huge gap between “open for interpretation” and “what the fuck is going on?” and Shameless is always falling on the wrong side of that equation now.  Is Lip angry because he finds out Youens had special connections with other students?  (If so, he’s an ass and needs to get over his special snowflake self.)  Is he angry because of all the wasted potential?  That Youens was a great educator and his disease robbed him of his ability to motivate and advance others?  Is he angry because of his own wasted potential?  Is he angry because he’s afraid he’ll wind up just like Youens-and Frank?  Why wouldn’t the show clue us in?  I felt a disconnect during all Lip’s scenes because it’s all too easy for me to believe he’s only upset on his own account, not the professor’s.  Lip has been established as a self-centered character for years, so that’s how I’m still perceiving him since the show isn’t giving me any reasons not to.  When Lip walked into the bike shop my first thought was, “He’s going to trash the place.”  Then I took a second to think maybe that wasn’t fair, maybe the show was going to clue us in that Lip HAS grown-at least he wasn’t drinking-and maybe I was too quick to assume he was going to get violent like when he smashed up all those cars a few seasons back. But, nope, Shameless once again goes to the old recycling bin and has Lip lash out and engage in some pointless destruction.  If the show wants me to think he’s progressing and growing and learning, they should’ve had him go to an AA meeting.  

One last note about Lip’s storyline this week: Youens’ daughter was played by Fiona Dourif who is kick ass on Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency and I wish she was a recurring guest star over oh so many people Shameless does have on week after week.  

Now a brief word on Carl (although his wedding is stupid and not worth my thinking about)-Kasammi continues to be too much.  She’s just exhausting and if Carl can’t see that he truly won’t be able to put up with her for the next few years-let alone a lifetime-then he really is stupid.  She wasn’t AS bad for most of this week, but I can’t let myself be amused by her or get into her at all because of how I know Shameless treats characters that get involved with Gallaghers.  I’m not even going to try to let her into my hard heart, because she’ll either be gone or disrespected or both before too long, I’m sure.  

And Carl?  Since Frank was the only one telling you to marry her, isn’t that enough of a reason not to?  Sheesh.

Deb’s storyline was so contrived I can’t be bothered.

Frank is back to being totally irrelevant, and poor Liam is back to hardly having any lines.

And now frigging Ian.  His story is so out of control I don’t know where to start.  I guess by saying what everyone’s been saying-they didn’t even show his whole scene at the Gay Jesus church, despite the title of the episode.  When he and Fiona were walking into the church and I saw how little time was left in the episode, I wondered if he wound up taking off his shirt (and red shoes) because he was nervous to be in front of so many people and Fiona said something to him like, “What’s the big deal?  You had hundreds of eyes on you when you danced at that club.”  (Not that she ever went to see what was going on there, but whatever.)  Then Ian would say they weren’t looking at him, they were looking at his body or something, and they’d decide he should take his shirt off, LOL.  But, nope, it never happened, however he got to that point.  I guess they need something to sell the DVDs of this shit season, and they’re counting on that deleted scene to do it.  

Remember a few seasons ago when Frank went around talking to groups and that one private school about being gay, and about groups oppressing gays?  Why are we watching Ian do something similar, yet worse?  

At the beginning of the episode, Ian is in a corner of the Gallagher living room where he’s set up an Axis/Allies-style map full of pushpins stuck in locations of “gay hating” churches.  No one in the family seems to find that odd or worrisome.  

Next he’s going to work for the first time in forever.  Outside he meets up with a group of people who have been waiting for him (I guess they didn’t know they could just walk inside to where the ambulance is parked like Fiona and Terror always do).  In my opinion, the scene-and a later one where Ian interacts with his “fans”-was really poorly done.  I have a feeling Sheila thought she was slyly social commentating on the way fans act around their idols when they meet them on the street (remember the scene she wrote where Fiona and Snore snarkily read Yelp comments?), but all these scenes did in this episode was take me out of the story and think, “That’s how Cam would interact with fans, not Ian.”  Instead of being overwhelmed or leery-or assuming they’re there for some other reason, he walks up to them and says, “What’s up, guys?”  Ian is not fazed at all by this fairly large group of complete strangers waiting around to talk to him, and I’m sorry, but why wouldn’t a regular person be at least a little freaked out?  How do they know exactly where he works, for one thing?  Or that he’s even an EMT-he wasn’t wearing his uniform in the viral video.  Later he signs T shirts for “fans” while he’s carrying on a conversation with the minister guy, and again it was played like he’s a seasoned celebrity, not a regular guy just out to help some kids.

There’s a weird exchange where one guy wants him to film a message for his boyfriend and a minister pushes a girl who’s been through two attempts at gay conversion at him, and then someone asks him if he’s a healer and Ian says, “I’m a paramedic.”  Oh, honey, you’re not!  You’re an EMT!  Paramedics need more education and training than you’ve had-unless the show wants us to believe you’ve found even more time to do that while holding down a full time job, getting plenty of sleep to keep the bipolar under control, and chasing Terror to ground since you got back from Mexico (remember-he specifically told Mickey he was an EMT under the bleachers). 

Ian goes inside and sees Sue, and she asks what the people want from Ian, and he says, “I guess they just want to be seen by someone who sees them back.”  Oh, please.  I don’t know what exactly the show is driving at, but Ian can’t see them back as individuals, there’s already too many of them, and geez if they could only know how he looked the love of his life right in the eye and said, “This isn’t me anymore,” and didn’t keep “seeing” him for the precious treasure he is, just turned his back and walked away!

Anyway, Sue makes it weird (but not to Ian, he doesn’t take it weird at all), saying, “Looks to me they want to douse you in syrup and slurp you up with a spoon.”  Ian makes a creepy face and says, “I could be down for that.”  WHY did the show turn it into something sexual?  The “fans” on the sidewalk weren’t acting like that.  Although the show does have one thing right-if all this was happening with a character who wasn’t young and hot like Ian, most people wouldn’t be listening to what he supposedly has to say, especially the faction of real life fans in the #Shameless tag on Twitter Sunday night who were saying how amazing Ian is and what a great “message” he’s spreading-it’s really not, kids.  Shut off your tv and your twitter and go talk to real life people, I beg of you!  But I’m getting ahead of myself. 

Next Ian’s hosting a big meeting in the Gallagher living room.  He’s saying stuff like, “We all have a holy spirit.  We’re all holy.  We’re all divine.”  Where is this coming from, exactly?  In the Den Of Geeks recap of this week’s episode, the reviewer wrote this: “Ian is offering a very powerful and necessary message: if you are Christian and gay, you shouldn’t live in shame or fear.”

I’m completely serious when I ask since when is Ian a Christian?  That has not been established on the show at all.  I know very little about organized religion, but I do know that Christians are different from Catholics, which is the closest the Gallaghers have ever been associated with religion in canon.  In the first season when they’re plotting to blackmail a priest into fake marrying Kev and Vee, both Lip and Ian talk as though they used to go to church but left when the priest made sexual advances.  But now suddenly Ian is “Christian” (implying he’s been baptized somewhere other than the Catholic church) and is talking about holy matters and reading from the Bible.  He literally says at the end of the living room scene, “I want to read from Romans...”  I’m not saying a religious conversion couldn’t happen, but I am asking why and how it happened, Shameless.  

Moving on, we have our first Terror sighting of the week.  Fiona goes to the youth shelter to ask him about finding a shelter for a family, and he answers her “Hey” with, “Where’s Ian?  Fiona says, “I don’t know” (and I would kill for her to add, “is Mickey back in town?”), and he spits out, “Fuck!  He was supposed to be here like an hour ago to help set up.  Doing this thing about careers in emergency services for our life skills program-a shit ton of people signed up cuz of him but...whatever.”  I cannot convey how whiny and bitchy he was in this scene.  First of all, Ian’s job could’ve easily been what was holding him up.  Or, what if he was having a depressive episode and couldn’t face either Terror or doing the program?  And, did he even agree to being a part of it, or was this all Terror’s idea to throw the emergency services element in there and he just told Ian to show up and help?  It didn’t sound like Terror had even tried to text or call Ian to find out why he wasn’t there, and I’m willing to chalk that up to Sheila’s lazy writing, but it’s just tedious on shows when people get pissy about things that could be cleared up with the simple act of using their phone.  UGH.  

Once Terror finds out what Fi is actually there for, he brings her to the office where he banged her brother to find a pamphlet.  He asks Fiona, “What’s your take on this whole Ian ambushing all these ministers?”  And for ONE SECOND I think they’re finally going to compare notes and say maybe there’s more going on despite Ian’s claims that he’s on his meds, but, nope.  Fiona only says, “Not really sure what to make of it.”  Well, she obviously cares deeply, doesn’t she?  And then Terror doesn’t let me down, makes it all about HIM, and says, “Part of me is psyched...that he’s helping people, but another part is, I don’t know (fucking pissed as hell that you’re not the only thing he pays attention to anymore?), kind of bummed that I have to crowbar my way into his life if I want to see him.”  Oh boo hoo.  You don’t DESERVE to be in his life!  All you do is take and take and take from him!

BTW, the Transgender Day poster that played such a big role in their “first time” is now hanging on his latest office door.  Eye roll.

There’s a scene where Frank and Liam are making the Gay Jesus hot dog T shirts and Ian demands that the proceeds go to “Trevor’s kids”-and he had also told the people outside the EMT station they need money.  But why?  Why doesn’t he just pimp himself out for tens of thousands of dollars at a time like with the old couple?  Surely that’s a faster way to get money for the kids?  

Next Ian’s at the Mickey Wedding Hall Youth Shelter, and he hangs a notice up on the bulletin board.  It’s unintentionally hilarious-it says “A Night Of Good Grief Featuring IAN GALLAGHER” and his name really is in all caps, and it looks like a poster for some no name band featuring some almost famous singer.  Ooh, it also says this exciting event is taking place August 15, 2018, so that’s where we are in the timeline, at least for this week.  

Terror completely ignores what Ian’s doing, but once he’s put that notice on the board, Ian begins talking to Terror.   Ian: Hey, sorry about last night.  Something came up last minute.  I’m trying to juggle everything but it’s snowballing and I had like forty people show up to this meeting yesterday... Terror: Yeah!  (said in a very bitchy tone) And I had fifty kids show up to a career symposium about how to be a paramedic, but I guess since yours is about god you win, right?  He stomps off, Ian chases after him. Ian: I’m helping people in need, same as you.  Are you saying it’s only cool when it’s your idea?  

WELL LOOK WHO FINALLY BOUGHT A VOWEL!!!!  Yes, Ian, he IS saying it’s only cool when it’s his idea, he’s been saying that right along to you about EVERYTHING, whether it’s been about you having sex, or getting over your mom, or helping the kids!  

Terror looks shocked his finally being called out on his shit and says: “I don’t ask a lot of you.  (LYING BITCH!!!  You’ve got Ian constantly jumping through hoops for you!)  This was one thing that was important to me.  (He acts like ANYTHING to do with him is important!)  You know maybe what you’re doing is worth pissing off the people who care about you-that’s fine-but don’t insult me by acting like it’s not happening.”  

Make everything about you much?  Holy crap that “argument” was hilarious!  Between my relief that Sheila didn’t have them bang AND Terror’s pissy self-centered attitude I was literally laughing out loud at that scene.  And I loved the call back to Terror’s earlier “that’s fine” when he told Ian he could lie to himself about not wanting to have sex with him last season.  GET OVER YOUR UGLY SELF, TERROR!

Oh, it felt good to laugh again, but now I’ll have to wrap this up.  The final stuff with Ian was just bizarre and so off feeling, but as always, is it because something’s truly wrong with Ian or is it just horrendous writing?  There’s a scene where he and Fiona are talking and getting along like nothing ever happened-how is SHE not curious about “larger concerns”, but I digress.  Ian’s got his Bible on his lap the whole time, they each smoke (first time Ian’s done that this season, I believe-oh, and Sheils didn’t leave us before having Ian drinking a beer again-wish that was a cue he’s not on his meds, but we know with this shitty show he can drink all he wants), and Ian asks Fi for a ride to church.

They get there, the place is packed, and he nervously gets up on stage and the spirit (of bad writing) overtakes him.  He slips into a new version of the weird accent and says, “When they say don’t use fake words like nonbinary, gender fluid, cis whatever, it’s like, ‘those are my terms, bitch’!”  The crowd goes wild.  But, aren’t those just labels?  And aren’t labels what the wrong side of this issue uses?  Like all the slurs they have for gay and trans people, and labels like sinner, fornicator, and abomination?  I don’t understand why Ian or the show thinks people on the other side are going to change or be swayed by labels.  

Ian continues, looking more and more glassy-eyed as he goes on, “Which means we have to be so big, so noisy, that there’s nowhere else to look!  And we do it in god’s name because God hates haters!”  

Oh man, so FAKE DEEP!  I thought Ian’s message is all about love, and god is love, and god loves love?  Plus, if god hates haters, why did he make them then?  This whole topic is way too big for a show like Shameless to handle (at this point the writers can’t handle making a grocery list) and it’s just tiresome how they keep saying stuff that circles back and contradicts things they’ve said in earlier episodes.  

And none of this is revolutionary-organized religion isn’t known for it’s openmindedness and inclusiveness.  So many religions treat women, children, minorities, people who belong to OTHER organized religions, and anyone they consider unworthy like shit.  I don’t understand why the show is wasting so much time-and throwing away Ian’s character-on something that’s not only not going to change, but that the conversation and debate has already been raging on for decades.  

Because they’ve really painted Ian into a corner now-where are they going to go with his character from here?  Is the religious fervor going to leave him and he just returns to the life he had to rush back to from the Mexican border?  Knowing this show, that’s entirely possible-they’ll just act like none of this had an impact when they come back next season, just like Ian giving up at the finish line with the love of his life didn’t affect him this season.  Or will they have him have a TV ministry and get more famous, rich, and corrupted for next year’s story arc?  Again, it’s such a shitty idea they just might.  

I would like to see this all end thusly-a scene opens on Ian, in bed, thrashing and moaning in his sleep.  A close up of a hand firmly but gently grasping his shoulder, the letters F-U-C-K visible on the back of the fingers, shakes him awake. Mickey: You alright, Ian? Ian: Mickey?  You...you’re not in Mexico? M: Mexico?  Why the fuck would I have been in Mexico? I: For trying to kill my sister? M: Your...Sammi?  Bitch shot at me, remember? I: I must’ve been dreaming.  (Yawns)  I dreamt I was Gay Jesus. M: Jesus, huh?  Pretty sure Judas had the red hair.  (Affectionately rubs Ian’s hair) I: So, you never went to jail...?  Am I a paramedic? M: A para...Ian, did you hit your head or something?   I: I don’t think so... M: You’re not a paramedic.  You’re about to start your senior year at the University of Chicago, you’re studying to be an occupational therapist, and you live with me and Svetlana and Mandy and (door opens, interrupting him)...this little ankle biter right here. (One of the Henckel twins runs towards the bed)  Hold up, Yev, Ian might have a fever or something.  Go ask Mommy to make him some tea. Y: Okay!  (Tiptoes out to find Svetlana) I: I don’t think I have a fever...but maybe I should see Dr. Warner today, check out if my meds need adjusting.  Will you come with? M: Of course I will.  

  (photo source: camonaghantrash)

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June 4th tweets...onwards...

June 4th tweets...onwards...

Can’t emphasize this enough...I don’t know the alleged group of kids, the girl, or any of the other orchestrators...that being said, if it’s not directly from me, probably not true. To state the obvious, how do you know as much as you do, about your best friend?-

-Through interacting with them directly. Who else would know things better than the two people involved? I think the stalkerish kids of the past or orchestrators figured out that I just wanted to study IN “college.” I mean there’s my stalked habits, my writings. -

-I think I’m pretty clear. I think some wanted to pose a hindrance to studying. Don’t quote me on this, but I think I was broadcasted as not liking noise. Why? To get the randomly hateful following to make noise. Always from afar, and never understood the reason for the spite.-

-Probably the reasoning behind getting me to hear sounds in the house. A group of kids empowered, perpetuated by established individuals of a school. Then the continual teaming up against me as a school, a city, a country...the massive game is a hate crime...

moving on...-

- for a while, you think all of this is one angry girl...but why? how is she mind controlling or getting people across places to do her bidding? I mean the no studying, tons of noise, wanting you to cry, all girls not talking to you, boys and girls making out in front of you...-

- this whole thing about friends,...why am I in need of friends? sounds like something an angry girl would say... i mean if someone's my friend, cool, but if not, i'm not on any initiative to make the world my friend, as this program/"situation" puts out... because the orchestrators attract attention, i gotta tell people things like the obvious (about my take on friendship, relationships, etc) amidst rumors...-

- and another thing...be it the girl, kids, the school- is it because i complained about you that you're having me write away my life for 11+ years? Satisfied? I mean all of this seems much. When the party school got involved, a man with the last name "Berg", said, so that I can-

- hear, "oh we went the wrong direction. we were helping them?!  but you can't talk to him about it, cuz one of the school VP's forbade you from speaking to faculty at the school about your "situation." This was a professor speaking. So was there a girl? Kids? Are the professors-

- going crazy and acting on your suspicions of kids? Was there a girl/kids? Are the professors actually talking to these kids, making the kid's situation worse, and realizing they have to legitimize their actions of inadvertently furthering the kids agenda of ruining me?-

- i mean WTF?! why are these people against me and screwing with the people of a person's world? I MEAN YOUR ENTIRE WORLD! Regarding the professors, I would sit in their faculty area and study. Never caused any problem. Why are they talking 2strange kids?! If the have the nerve-

- of saying, so you can hear, that they went the wrong direction, why can't they listen to your request of making things "natural?" or back to the way things were, before these kids?!

next thing...

-I wonder...would anyone be jealous or envious of my position in all this? If that’s the case, ur not being told the whole story. The orchestrators don’t tell you what they do to me out of fearing the crowds. -

-I’m pretty sure a filtered version of my writing-in favor of the orchestrators-is what’s being passed around. Back with my 2012 twitter and now, I never could understand why anyone would feel anything negative, as a reaction. Regarding money and opportunity in this, in 2012, -

-for the school and the upstate city of Albany teaming up on one side against me and then causing chaos on the day of final exams in 2012, I was going to sue them for my tuition money. -

-When being u, u think of the people in the apartment area or the surrounding city, u figure, despite instruction following, they don’t know any better,and on some unknown premise, they think they’re “helping” by never talking 2 u. So how can you be mad at an entire city then?-

-You then think, to confront this, you gotta hold the source accountable, for misleading all these links in the chain. Despite the world turning Upside down, my beef/squabble/whatever, is with the ones in charge for screwing me and putting this sin on everyone’s heads. -

-This too, I wrote in my hacked and possibly relayed police complaint. -

-I remember, coming back from the party school, I started submitting my tale through a series of character limited crime tips, kind of like my series of backward tweets. -

-As I’d write in the crime tips in my old house, traffic on my street would increase with suspicious looking youth, as it coincided. Years later, I remember when I was at my allergist, I told a saint of an Irish woman of a nurse a tale about emails I sent a girl. -

-No offense to them,  but I think they were talking to someone over what I told her. Not even she could tell me what was actually happening. Good people do this too. It overloads the brain, and everything you figure. becomes fair game.-

-That’s just it, it’s a game. You think it’s fun. America is all about fun, not compassion. Life in general is not like, say India,especially now. Here life continues, people wear masks, get vaccinated. There life came to a pause and people die left and right.-

-You as a people take part in this nonsense, cuz in one or more regards, ur life is perfect, otherwise why not see the whole thing as bull sh*t?-

-For the second chance at a college with a new major, I told my parents Id take a loan, & they volunteered a private apartment and delivery of food, so that I could study in peace. 50 grand & making everything natural was my goal or what I sought from the, then, orchestrators,-

-to overcome my wasted school tuition loan. Admission into a solid business school was what I requested. It never amazes me, that despite me explicitly saying what I’m after and experiencing, you continue this illegal activity. -

-After 11 years, perhaps the orchestrators realize 50 grand and restoration to natural, was pretty reasonable. Now it will be much more, for placing someone else’s interests over a student’s mental, physical, and academic well being.-

-The money and opportunity I’m seeking? From lawsuits and easy to win. Opportunities? I’ll start domestic and international businesses. -

-Wait till they tell you everything. I think the word for someone, who just does, whatever another says, in slang, is “tool.” Are you a “tool?” Leader or follower? How are you living/showing that? I think some of you enjoy the power over another individual.-

-Some of you like having me in the wrong. It could be due to whatever bias. But for your overall happiness and satisfaction and mine, you got something to say to me, be direct.-

-Doing something from afar or concealing ur true misplaced negativity, elevates me, because in comparison, you have no b*lls. You know how Ive been living for 11+ years? Assuming the worst. -

-I feel, in this case: 

 “Pessimism is the road to take, in order to obtain the fruits of optimism, in one’s reality. 

 I assume, I’m relayed in any/all shape or form all day/everyday, that everyone’s in the know about just about-

-everything. I say “just about,” because I don’t think the orchestrators tell you about my run in with the police, or what they had done to me during my time away from work. Compliance? You practice it for 11+ years. But, be sure I’m grinding the axe.-

-No surprises, no disappointments in the end, due to the aforementioned pessimistic route.. Just actions to take. You know what the sounds do when I write sh*t like this... they play a “oh really I can take it sound...” we’ll see. -

-You screwing with me like this, regarding the people of the world, it indicates you intend to conceal the truth. Like I keep saying, in me understanding this, one of us between the orchestrators and me, is guaranteed to be ruined.-

-If you, the orchestrator or follower, feel any thing negative toward me, why would you want to elevate me, in any regard? Interactions with me should be direct. I’m all ears, and otherwise ready, with 11+ years and mankind’s betrayal fueling me. -

-I may not be as strong as before, but I go into things, having lost it all, nothing to gain, and With 100% of me. With what I believed to be the FBI leaving me to rot, the local police not helping, my school not helping, the school’s VP and Conflict Resolution not helping, -

-and me not being consulted about this cr*p about people acting oddly, I used to carry a baseball bat in my car, if any of these instruction following idiots took things too far. My father, in denying anything’s going on, hid it, years ago.-

-You come at me with cr*p, it will be reciprocated, win, lose, big, small, whatever...a shove, a kick, end of day, is a shove and a kick...so long as I get a scratch in, I can rest peacefully. -

-Now if that bothers any of you, does it even make sense for you to be bothered when ur taking the initiative to bother someone, who wants you to take no extra effort, and leave things natural and possibly even a little MYOB: mind ur own business?-

-In hindsight, seeing these idiot skinny little freshman at this party school, thinking they’re doing something for you and you should worship them for it, when they’re actually turning things upside down for the orchestrators: It compounds: they’re kids, old people, -

-they’re idiots, they’re stupid, don’t know any better, being manipulated...then they follow the random instructions, some even mocking you like they have power over you...you wait till they go that extra mile against you and beat the cr*p out of them.. -

-But it never came 2 that. I mean u can only push a person so far..u talk, write, 11 years, illegal things happen, the law doesn’t protect u, u find ur on ur own, &thinking, grow a pair &come at me. In the end who’s fault will it be? Mine? 4 being abused &lied to for 11 years?-

-In every endeavor, from having to walk barefoot when the police came, to what was done to me while away from work, February to May...I was compliant throughout everything...in the end pointless. No mistakes on my part.-

Moving on from irritation,-

-This whole thing, 11+ years and all? For a while, I kept thinking, all of this is the girl network of a girl I “knew of.” -

-What Im calling the “girl network” is a network of women friends spreading &sharing things thru cell phones &texts &maybe even word of mouth, (If shes not involved in anyway, its not fair 2her, 2give her spotlight,when all of thisNonsense should not have been publicly relayed.)-

-Then this “1day magic” or results!- never really did make sense. But the interesting thing is, it would seem the orchestrators talk 2a group that has their own intentions &doesn’t know me. I feel like everyone is acting like this girl, in her indirect means, from long ago.-

-Was “not being direct with me” broadcasted as the “way to go with me? It’s like everything from one time period just continued for all ages. One group, whoever they are, brings in their cr*p, to “legitimize what I did not want, by making everyone else do it.” -

-I’m all about being direct, and natural. And then, there’s the school. Trying to legitimize what transpired at their school, with the instilling of instructions beyond the city of their school, and into my hometown of Yonkers. -

-They brought this nonsense to the country of my background in India. WRT Indian women, while women as a whole do not talk to me at this moment in time because the orchestrators tell them, (and while I’m open to all women and men )for friendships and whatever , -

some Indian women passing by,seemed angry when I was talking 2my friend, Nicole, or playing cards withHer. Thru this indirect anger, am I supposed 2understand this? Do any of u realize, this is all against myWill &what I know is thru my own brain processing &remembering things?-

-The orchestrators, this program, "this situation" perpetuates nonsense of the past, by having me talk about things over and over, through screwing with the natural setting of my environment, where people are susceptible to following the orchestrator's instructions...-

-If theyre broadcasting me as dropDeadGorgeous, I accept what Im today &what Im not. Stick with(w/) the present, what u learn from a direct interaction w/me, being direct w/me, -

-being natural w/me (coming 2 think or act based on what u experience upon seeing me, &/or from whats directly from me.)

On a separate note/section-food for thought: -

The orchestrators, or these kids, or possibly a girl from long ago-I dunno...I don’t understand this hold you have over all these people. How do you get someone to do something because you want them to?-

-I may be in the mind cr*p, buts it’s the people of my world who do something because someone wants them to. When I give insight upon doing something that’s right for you, right for your life, without caring about what others-

-think, or about cultures and traditions, you won’t adhere to it or take it seriously. You probably pass over it as “nice sounding.” Someone says to make a face or something, you do it. I mean it’s like asking someone to bend over and you doing it. -

-Why? But clearly all of you, are you, and I’m singled out as me.

and now, normal tweets: -

I feel law enforcement should place compassion over the their indulgence of authority over others...

Lamb gyros with tzatziki sauce from local Greek restaurant or a Greek rack of lamb...epic...

Sodastream is a great way to make your own soda. It’s healthy and tasty and sugar free. You just add these strawberry like ,blackberry like, watermelon like , pineapple like,  etc. flavors...a good water substitute...

i saw a girl propose to a guy on facebook...i cannot imagine a girl even asking a guy out, let alone, proposing...such is real life vs. the media...

Being an American should be a privileged label requiring compassion and the Golden Rule. You’re not just anyone, you are an American. Rise to the occasion, rather than indulging and being plugged into the Matrix of your world. Expand ur mind, gain insight. -

-These people involved in this should be ashamed to call themselves Americans. Would you allow this on ur kid or loved on?

Wipex Fitness Equipment Wipes from Amazon - easy way to wipe down sweat from exercise machines in your home, that you finished using...

Heard of calm app, headspace app? try yoga international dot com or art of living courses...

The party school hacking my police complaint & telling students involved &students theyre talking to,that theyre in the complaint, increases the random vendetta of these kids, & gives them an incentive to mess up &control ur world..serious mishandling bySchool acting asPolice...

- now the professors, kids, or whoever the orchestrators are, are trying to save their a*ses from the content of the complaints, by legitimizing their past actions, through having the world take part, and making things about making a point with hacking people, computers, etc.