#this song is gonna be stuck in my head all day and im thrilled

[ahatintimepieces]

Oh my~ two song drabbles in the morning? What an early treat! If you’re still doing them, how about „You’ll be in my Heart“ from Phil Collins? A fluff classic and perfect for a cute little story~! Take all the time you need though!

I’m so glad to hear it! And omg yesss. I wrote this kind of quickly and hope it’s okay! It’s... long :’D I got carried away.

The ghost read in his chair. It was a new book he had nabbed from his latest victim. Not the kind of material he usually read but it was fine to pass the time. He had a lot of time in the afterlife. And yet, the past year had been one of the longest he had to endure.

Frustratingly, everything was fine. The forest was safe. The fire spirits didn’t come around too often. The queen was staying in her manor. The subconites sluffed off more than they worked. It was dang near perfect. But there was an absence. One that left him feeling sluggish and unmotivated most days. It took a couple months to admit, but with a heaviness in his chest unbecoming a weightless spirit, he missed the kid.

She just… left. Brushed him away with a broom. He supposed he understood. She had a home to get back to, but… no. He was certain any hopes he had that she would want to… well… stay was just his own selfish desires.

Grimacing he remembered the unsigned documents he had offered to try to get her to stay. They were still filed away by their BFF contract. He let out a sigh, trying to let go. It was what she wanted. It didn’t do him any good to linger in what was lost and gone.

It was just so easy for ghosts to do.

After turning a few pages, a splash came from the shallow pool around his tree. He didn’t look up. It was probably one of his minions and he wanted to finish reading a sentence while footsteps tapped into the opening of his tree.

A pause. Silence.

Snatcher finished his page before realizing maybe something was wrong. Tearing his golden gaze from the page, his usual smile dropped with his jaw. Hesitant blue eyes stared back at him.

“Kid?” His voice was strained. She nodded, her lips in a tight line as she clutched the corner of her cape in her hands.

“Hi,” she whispered tightly, looking down and shuffling on her feet.

He snapped his book shut and she jumped at the sound. Feeling a little guilty for startling her, but too caught up in his own pounding pulse to adequately respond he gripped the armrest with one of his talons.

Could she be back because—No! He inwardly scowled at himself, stopping the thought in its tracks. She did not come back because she missed him. Right? He had to act cool, calm, collected. Conceal. Don’t feel. All that ice queen jazz.

Leaning back, he summoned a smirk as he folded his talons together.

“Lose more of your hourglasses? Or did you want to try your hand at more contracts?”

Keeping her gaze low, she kept fiddling with her cape.

“A-actually.” She cleared her throat. “I was hoping to—landmyshiphere.” She squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for a cold laugh or angry retort.

“You what,” he questioned, bewildered.

“Land my ship,” she said a little slower. “I… I was thinking… there was a lot I still wanted to do on this planet. A-and Subcon seemed as good a place as any…”

“What about your home?” Snatcher tilted his head, suddenly fretting over her planet’s well-being. He swallowed his feelings, shaking his head slightly. He hated that he cared so much.

“Hmm?” She paused before sighing. “It’s just—I went back and they—well—” she trailed off, slumping.

“You aren’t in trouble, are you?” He growled, ready to tear into the fool who could have caused her crestfallen features.

“No,” she said quickly. “I guess… I just felt… like they barely cared when I got back.” Her small fingers tightened around her cape, wrinkling it. “They just kept giving me more missions and I… I just felt… bad… all the time.” Her brows furrowed as she seemed to struggle with what she wanted to say. “They probably haven’t even noticed I left.”

“So, your plan was just to camp out in a haunted forest on a distant planet?” Snatcher raised an eyebrow with his golden mouth in a tight line, barely highlighting his fangs. “Why not Mafia town? They at least have markets and food. Nothing can really grow here.” Not anything edible at least.

“Well,” she offered with a nervous smile, “my BFF is here.” A moment passed and her small smile fell. “Snatcher?”

His talons were pressed tightly together as he kept his features frozen. Inwardly, he was short-circuiting. Did that mean what he thought it meant? She wanted to stay with him? It was almost too much to hope for; his heart ached as he tried to stifle the rising elation. He thought about the unsigned document. The one he had drafted meticulously and never had the chance to properly give her a chance to read through it. But… now…

“Park your ship here?” He cleared his throat and straightened, feigning a nonchalant air as he snapped his talons and summoned the document. “Well, let’s see, that’s a big favor to ask.” She squirmed a little and he cleared his throat again, trying to dispel his nerves. “If you want to park here, that’s just like saying the forest is as good as your home and I can’t just let anyone live here. So, tell you what, if you sign this paper and agree to everything it entails, I’ll let you live here and come and go as you please.”

The paper flew over to her and into her hands and a feathered pen appeared nearby. Immediately, her head snapped up with wide eyes.

“A-adoption papers?”

“I mean if you dislike it—" he fumbled, dreading the slightly panicked look in her eyes. But before he could finish his sentence, she grabbed the pen and signed at the dotted line. He blinked, almost in a daze as he waved a pointed talon and stamped his seal on the document. The document floated back to him and his chest swelled as he scanned it.

“That seals the deal, Kiddo. The forest is yours to roam freely—”

Sniffling caused him to pause.

“Kid?” He snapped his fingers, filing the adoption papers safely away before flying over to her as she wiped fruitlessly at her eyes.

“S-so I can c-call you dad, now?” She choked out with shaking shoulders.

“Yeah,” Snatcher said, rather ineloquently for a lawyer ghost who was also once a prince. She cried harder and Snatcher held out his arms, hesitating. Finally, he tentatively scooped her up and she looked up at him with wide, watery eyes.

“You’re safe now,” Snatcher promised, brushing her light brown bangs from her eyes. She blinked up at him and sniffled. His heart leapt to his throat as he thought of a song his mother always used to sing. It had been so long… and he wasn’t sure it would soothe the kid like he hoped… but if she wanted him to be her dad as much as he wanted her to be his daughter… he could try.

“Come, stop your crying,” he lowered his voice into a gentle cadence, brushing one of her tears away with a soft talon. “It will be alright. Just take my hand,” he held out his talon and she grabbed onto it, hugging it against her small stature. He couldn’t keep his smile out of his tone. “Hold it tight.

“I will protect you,” he continued softly, floating back to settle down in his chair, “From all around you. I will be here. Don’t you cry.”

She closed her eyes, leaning her head against his mane as she hugged his hand. Her tears began to dry.

“For one so small, you seem so strong,” he continued as she drifted. Leaning back, he closed his eyes, focusing on the words. “My arms will hold you, keep you safe and warm. This bond between us, can’t be broken.” His voice wavered a little as he held the last note, either from lack of practice or from the lump in his throat. “I will be here. Don’t you cry.”

He shifted, trying to get into a more comfortable position. Her head readjusted on his shoulder. Her small fingers linked with his, their palms clasped together.

“’Cause you’ll be in my heart,” he sang, tapping his toes lightly in time to the cadence. Wait—He glanced down, mildly surprised he had shifted without thinking. His human hand was wrapped tightly with hers, and she leaned against the puffy, purple sleeve on his shoulder. His laced boots stretched up past his knees and she perched comfortably in his lap.

“Yes,” he continued, his voice soft as he examined himself for a moment before sighing and, instead, focusing on hugging his daughter close, “you’ll be in my heart. From this day on, Now and forever more.”

“I love you, Dad,” she whispered, keeping her eyes closed as a contented smile bloomed across her features.

“And I love you, Kiddo,” he whispered back, leaning down and pressing his forehead against hers. He sang a little longer, waiting until her breathing stilled and sleep and sweet dreams lulled her senses. He pressed a kiss to her forehead and muttered, “You’ll be here in my heart, always.”

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Fuck it im doing it

My 2020 top 20 movie list

(Disclaimer that most of these weren't made in 2020 but I just watched them this year. These aren't also really in a very particular order but they are lowkey ranked) (i also had to be choosey with the images i out cause of the limit, but yeah dont mind that)

20. The perfection

The plot twist in this movie is *chefs kiss* there was no way for me to predict the ending, bug as far as thrillers goes, it is brilliant. And also, lesbians. It can be a pretty triggering movie for ab*se and general gore, but really I love the pacing and the thrill of it.

19. The shining

Ah yes, a classic horror, and though I may feel iffy about Stanley Kubrick, this movie was pretty good. But I am saying this as a person that didn't read the book. The blood rushing down the hallway was really my favourite visual on the movie. It was a movie that made me felt genuinely scared while watching it, like hiding behind my blanket but also sweating scared, the suspense was pretty thrilling though

18. Doctor Sleep

Man do I love Danny Torrance, and Abra, fuck I love them both. Again, I never read the book, but my ignorance keeps me in bliss. The visuals of this movie are also great, and the emotions this movie puts through? I'm just glad headcanons exist, but really I did enjoy this movie even if it wasn't what I was expecting.

17. Birds of prey

Harley deserved a movie, and the fact that it was directed by a woman makes me love it so much more because we just got to see harley doing the things that she fucking wanted. This movie is wlw solidarity, from Margot robbie to Mary Elizabeth Winstead, women with crossbows? Sign me the fuck up. And from all the DC films I've seen, it's so much brighter, in the visual sense, there's colour! There's character! And not everyone is just brooding in darkness, its the type of movie that would make me actually watch and enjoy DC films.

16. Charlie's angels

Firstly, lesbians. Thank you. But really, its a good action comedy and really I'll jump at the chance to see women kick ass.

15. My octopus teacher

I've never cried over an octopus before, so that was an experience. And even though this is technically not a movie, I still wanted to put it on here cause it was really just a great documentary, especially since it happened in my home country and im very oddly proud of that fact.

14. Knives out

Murder mystery and chris evans go so well together. I have made a longer post, but to sum it up, like most of the movies on this list. The colours and the pacing and just the atmosphere of the movie was spectacular, and even though I couldve guessed the ending, I was still on the edge of my seat for most of it

13. Ready or not

I love this new wave of eat the rich media. Samara weaving is a great actor and I am in love with her and this whole movie. It really was something that I hadn't actually seen before and the fact that the whole curse thing at the end was true was really just wow. Along with eat the rich, I love the feral female energy lately, and the whole white clothing slowly but surely being covered in blood.

12. Geralds game

The line "youre only made of moonlight" lives in my head rent free. This movie, was really an experience and for a movie with only two people in it for the majority, it is really well done. I'll always feel iffy about a man writing a woman's experience (specifically) but I do love the way this movie went, yeah I hated the "Hand" scene, but I still enjoyed the after math of it.

11. The old gaurd

Again, more lesbians, what more could I ask for? The concept for this movie is brilliant, immortal mercenaries is the only trope I want from now on, and found family.

10. Parasite

Again with the eat the rich. This movie was mindblowing, and just, the imagery!! And im glad they didn't dub it in English cause fuck that, I enjoyed it perfectly with subtitles.

9. song of the sea

This movie, this movie! Is so precious and I had that song stuck in my head for days.the name Saoirse is also so oddly pleasing to hear. This story is so beautiful, the music is amazing and it makes me want to be a fae.

8. Scott pilgrim vs the world

This movie really did pass what my expectations for what I thought it was gonna be, the music was amazing, the transitions and editing style was *chefs kiss* and even though I felt like I was in a fever dream the whole time, it'd be a fever dream I'd gladly rewatch.

7. The imitation game

Thank you Alan Turing. This movie recked me, like emotionally, I was a mess when I was done with it, but damn was it good, like I really just felt something while watching it, I mean most.of the movies on this list did, but this one just really hit me in some way.

6. Klaus

At least there are still good Christmas movies being made. Actually, I was a mess for this one too, the second that child got that sleigh thing it was over for my emotions. The whole sirge of turning Santa into this big macho dude really is working out and that's how Santa should always be depicted. I could gush about the animation style of this movie all fucking day, I love it so much (and the shadows!!! Ahh the shadows!) It really is just incredible.

5. I'm thinking of ending things

Hey man, I knew this was gonna fuck me up just by looking at the trailer, but there was absolitley no way to prepare for whatever was about to happen. Even after watching it, I have no idea what happened. But I still found it great, I love movies that give me an existential crisis.

4. Spirited away

All I wanted to do, was eat everything in that movie, even if it would turn me into a pig, holy hells this movie is good. There was just this satisfying appeal to it that I can't quite put into words. Its beautiful like everything studio ghibli movie ever.

3. The Willoughbys

I never knew I needed a found family movie with a bunch of kids that were already family. I've made a longer post about this movie, and I dont think I could really say more, this movie is so fucking touching and I love the direction it went in plot wise.

2. Howl's moving castle

Again, I may not have understood wtf was going on, but I'll be damned if I didn't love every second of it. There is no doubt that this movie is stunning, and I really am a suckered for early 2000's 2d animation, because!!! Look at it!!! Studio Ghibli films always just floor me with how good they look. I really wanna read the book, because I would absolutley love to see a feral Sophie giving howl shit for crying over hair.

1. Us

This movie will always be my no. 1 it is amazing and I love everything jordan peele has done with his movies. Especially for it to have a full black cast, and those black people have darker skin than what is normally shown in media. The feral but also calculated nature of each character is beautiful and nothing can ever make me hate this movie

I hope you enjoyed this incoherent "review" of my favourite movies I watched in 2020, its been a shit show and movies really have been a place of comfort for me. But stay safe and happy new year!

[mischiefandi]

A Shitty Love Song (Part 1) - Stiles Stilinski

Wild Ones

A/N: hey everyone! this has been a long time coming! thank you for lovely comments on my previous post, im super happy to finally be posting this. a HUGE thank you to @duskholland​ for helping me out so much with this series, ily to death bitch. enjoyy yall

Summary: Y/N is a 17 year old girl who struggles in an epic battle against herself. Whether it is amor’s icy grasp or life’s unexpected course that forces her to finally open up, only one thing is certain. The truth cannot be long hidden.

Warnings: underage drinking, party times, maybe a couple of swear words but im not sure haha

Word Count: 5,3K

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader (Y/N)

Series Masterlist

(picture is not mine -> credits to @ pechka on unsplash)

Seasons before, in the early fall where the leaves don’t yet want to leave their wooden hooks, Y/N had just started her junior year of high school. Being the new girl in school, she was afraid of being alone - something she had always been - but not this year. Whether it was chance or fate, she happened to fall upon a curious but wonderful group of people who quickly became her friends.  

At its center, Scott McCall, young lacrosse player with a boyish charm and a heart of gold and by his side, Stiles Stilinski, an eccentric and spirited young man. Surrounding them were Lydia Martin, the fiery and confident genius, the sweet yet lethal huntress, Allison Argent, and finally Isaac Lahey, charming Mr Mischief himself.

This pack of wild cards had found a new companion, and Y/N fit in like a puzzle piece filling in its designated spot. She got along with everyone in the group, forming indestructible friendships with these eccentric teenagers, and she felt fortunate beyond belief. More often than not, she would eat with them by the walnut tree outside of the school. The group would share stories and food, complaining about the soporific lessons from the earlier period, or excitedly planning the next outing, the next party. Every week, the teenagers would go hang out in the woods by the mystical ruins of the Hale House, doing more of the same. Life was light and good.

The group had planned on hanging out by the Hale House one quiet September afternoon, but the universe likes to play tricks, and somehow Y/N and Stiles were the only ones to show up. Deeming it a happy accident, the pair walked through the damp woods together, talking about their day and slowly letting each other in. Laughter echoed between the trees and the wind turned.

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A little more than a month had gone by and Halloween was just around the corner. Classes seemed longer than usual, bigger stacks of schoolwork forming daunting piles on Y/N’s desk. But school was the last thing she could think of when she got home after a long day of concentration. The only thing that mattered, was Stiles. Video calls, phone calls, and late night texts that seemed to never cease took over the second Y/N’s feet passed the threshold of her home. And nothing compared to these conversations.

“I’m sorry but no.”

“Stiles, stop, seriously.”

The mole-speckled boy lunged forward in front of the screen and passed a shaking hand through his spiky hair.

“There is no way you like the second trilogy better than the first one. It’s just not possible.”

“Well it is possible, because I do,” Y/N retorted, her unfazed expression gleaming back at him.

“Literally how? The group dynamic alone should make you see reason. I mean come on. Han and Leia? Han and Chewie? Han and Luke?”

“You do know Star Wars doesn’t exclusively revolve around Han Solo right?” she asked, her lips breaking into a smirk.

“First of all, no. Second, give me one single reason why the second trilogy is better than the first,” Stiles said, “I dare you.”

“One reason?”

The boy nodded, serious as a statue.

“Hayden Christensen.”

Stiles groaned deeply, his face buried in his large hands.

“Can’t even have a serious discussion about Star Wars with someone rational.”

“I’m not sorry.”

“You’re the worst.”

Y/N paused, holding a finger to her chin.

“Hmm, agree to disagree.”

“Son of a bitch.”

“Hey! How can we have an intelligent debate about anything if you use swearing as a last resort.”

“I have given up on us. It’s over.”

Y/N laughed profusely against her pillow, shaking her head.

“You’re a drama queen.”

“FRIENDSHIP OVER!” Stiles bellowed and Y/N shot her head back, unstoppable laughter erupting from her stomach.

“It’s going to make things awkward at the party, Friday,” Y/N said between chuckles, her laughter quieting down.

“Who said you were even invited,” replied Stiles, adjusting his shirt, revealing a tiny patch of skin just above his sweats. Y/N’s eyes flicked over to the screen but the second had passed.

“Funny. Listen, I gotta get some sleep otherwise I’ll pass out in math or something.”

“Yeah, I should probably also go to bed sometime soon.”

“Hopefully before tomorrow morning.”

“Har-har,” said Stiles, smiling at the camera, his chocolatey irises beaming at Y/N.

“Goodnight nerd.”

“Goodnight loser.”

Y/N stuck out her tongue at Stiles before hanging up the call.

That night, as she carefully brushed her teeth and got her clothes ready for the next day, Y/N thought back on her video call with Stiles, a warm smile spreading on her lips.

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The week passed so slowly, each hour lasting an exhausting eternity. School, demanding as ever, while keeping Y/N busy, was the reason why time seemed so lengthy. The nasty side-effect from tantalizing hours is the amount of thinking you do to keep busy. So Y/N did just that. She thought about how much she cared for her group of friends, she thought about the fact that she had never felt like she belonged like she did then.

She thought about how nice it was sitting by the Hale House, enjoying each others’ company, how life is so much lighter when you feel surrounded, how much she had learned about herself after meeting the pack. She thought about the band Stiles and her liked so much. She thought about Star Wars. She thought about the sound her computer made when Stiles sent her a message. She thought of his hair, his moles, his neck. She thought about how thrilling it was when he sat next to her. She thought about how much he mattered in her life, just like the others mattered too.

Y/N did so much thinking that week. But the funny thing is, amor has a way of tricking your mind. Your body believes one thing but your mind has been bewitched, and no amount of thinking you do can remove the fog clouding over your eyes. 

When came Friday, Y/N was happy to be done with school, bursting through the doors of the establishment, excited to go home and get ready for Danny’s Blackout Party. She was thrilled about going, however nervous she felt. 

She had never been to a party like Danny’s rave before and she had no idea what to expect. But more importantly, she was afraid of crowds. She had tried going out to packed bars with people from her old school, but the chaos and the drunks surrounding her made her feel beyond uneasy. 

“Y/N! Wait up!” She heard Allison exclaim, and she slowed down her pace, allowing the brunette to catch up with her.

“Are you excited for tonight?” asked Allison, her light brown eyes gleaming brightly.

“Yeah, it’s gonna be...crazy.”

“You okay?”

Y/N forced a smile and nodded overenthusiastically.

“Yeah! Just tired. It was a long day,” she replied.

“Same here, which is why, we need to let loose tonight! Let’s get ready at Lydia’s, so we can all head over there together.”

“Sure. Quick question though, how did Lydia get us invited in the first place?”

Allison giggled, nodding her head towards Aiden and Ethan standing by their motorcycles.

“How do you think?”

The girl’s laughter echoed through the cool autumn air and disappeared with their cars. It was going to be a night to remember.

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As Y/N and Allison reached Lydia’s house, Y/N couldn’t help but feel more and more anxious, tightly gripping her bag filled with clothes and makeup. The party was starting to worry her.

People had been whispering about it all day back at the high school, talking about the numerous illicit drinks that would be served and the intriguing entertainment. It seemed like the Danny had gone all out for Halloween. Still, not knowing exactly what to expect practically terrified Y/N. 

She was outgoing, but big crowds and chaos were things that made panic bubble up inside of her very core, quickening her heartbeat to a frightening extent. She loved dancing and partying, and much like other people her age, she loved a good drink every once in a while, but huge events and big blowouts, she had never been a fan of.

Putting on a brave face, Y/N shut the car door and walked up the stairs to Lydia’s front porch, ringing the doorbell as Allison locked the car. After what seemed like mere seconds, Lydia opened the door, letting the excited girls in.

“Finally. I thought I was going to have to get going without you,” she said, smirking at the pair.

“Y/N couldn’t decide what to wear,” replied Allison, sending Y/N a look that made Lydia scoff.

“Excuse me if I've never been to a neon-themed rave. How am I supposed to know what to wear?”

“Well the name of said rave could be a pretty good indicator,” mocked Lydia as the girls walked up to her bedroom, shutting the door behind them.

“Ali, what are you wearing?”

Allison giggled with a smirk and did a demonstrative twirl, showing off her burgundy flannel shirt and black jeans.

“This!”

Lydia raised her eyebrows at the brunette, a confused expression etched on her face.

“Am I the only one here who understands the term “neon”?” she asked.

Allison shook her head then slowly unbuttoned her shirt, revealing a neon pink bra.

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. This stunt was definitely orchestrated for someone special.

“Wow. Isaac will love it.”

“It’s about time you two did something about your situation,” joked Lydia, reaching for an eyelash curler.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” replied Allison with an innocent shrug and a slightly less innocent wink.

“Well now that Allison’s outfit is sorted, it’s your turn, Y/N. Let’s see what’s in this enormous bag of yours.”

The strawberry blonde bent down and grabbed Y/N’s bag before she could say anything, emptying its contents in a flash.

“No, no, definitely not, no…Y/N, why are all of these clothes black?” inquired Lydia, with a look of disgust she had difficulty hiding.

“Lyds, I told you, I don’t know what to wear to a rave.”

“Show me your bra.”

“What?”

“Show me your bra. If it’s the right colour, we can just pair it with some of my clothes.”

Y/N reluctantly removed her white shirt, revealing an electric blue floral lace bra, much to Lydia’s delight. Allison whistled approvingly.

“Okay here’s what we’re gonna do.” Lydia walked over to her closet, carefully studying its contents. Allison and Y/N exchanged a glance as Lydia clapped her hands together.

“This goes with this, and you have to tuck it in, like so,” she said, “okay, try this on. Now.”

Y/N looked down at the outfit her friend had put together.

“Yes ma’am,” she mumbled, her face as white as a sheet.

Y/N walked to the corner of the room as the girls chatted and finished getting ready. Her heart thundered as she passed her neck through the bottom of the sheer black top Lydia had handed to her. Looking herself in the mirror, all she could see was a blushing dishevelled mess. Her bra covered most of her chest, but the curves of her breasts were only slightly hidden by the black mesh material she was wearing.

“Okay, this is okay…” she muttered to herself, trying not to panic.

Bending down, she grabbed the black layered skirt she had brought with her and brought it up to her hips, tucking the top inside. The skirt helped balance out the outfit, but still Y/N wasn’t fully convinced.

“How are you feeling?”

“Kind of nervous honestly.”

“I meant how do you feel about the outfit- but you’re nervous? Why?” asked Lydia, walking over to Y/N in front of the full-length mirror.

“It’s just- I’ve never been to a big party like tonight, much less looking like…this,” Y/N reluctantly replied.

Lydia bit her lip and sucked in some air before smiling widely at Y/N and taking a step forward.

“By “looking like this” I hope you mean by looking incredible. Y/N, look at yourself. You’re tall and confident, the outfit looks amazing on you. Your look is not the problem,” she said, gently.

“Then what is?”

“You tell us,” replied Allison, walking over to the girls by the mirror.

Y/N exhaled deeply and turned around to face her friends.

“I hate crowds. I love partying don’t get me wrong, I just- I get really really panicky around big crowds of people. The noise, the warmth, all of it, just terrifies me. I’m worried that I’ll hate it and freak out or something. I’m sorry, I probably should have said something before.”

As soon as the daunting words had slipped through her lips, Y/N felt a weight lift from her weary shoulders, a wave of relief passing over her entire body.

“Hey, it’s okay. Everyone’s got something they’re uncomfortable with. It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” said Allison, sweetly.

“I know, it’s not that I’m ashamed, I just- didn’t wanna be a downer. I really am excited for tonight! I’m just nervous.”

Lydia placed her hands on Y/N’s shoulders and smiled brightly.

“Look, you’re gorgeous right now. Even without my help, you’re gorgeous. And tonight, we’ll be around the whole time. If you feel freaked out or you start to panic, we’ll go outside and get some fresh air. We don’t mind.”

“Exactly, we’re your friends. You know you can depend on us on occasion,” Allison joked and Y/N laughed, shaking her head timidly.

“Seriously, Y/N, we’re gonna have a ton of fun tonight. And if you need anything, whatsoever, we’re both here,” added Lydia.

Y/N’s heart swelled and she felt her eyes filling slowly. Blinking the impending tears away, she smiled widely, her radiant eyes following suite.

“Thank you, both of you. You’re the best.”

“Agreed. Now, that’s sorted. Are you comfortable with the outfit?” asked Lydia.

Y/N looked at herself in the mirror, analyzing every detail of her figure, taking in how “out there” the outfit was. After a few seconds, she nodded to herself and smiled.

“You know what? You only live once.”

Allison giggled and rested her arms on Y/N’s shoulder.

“Tonight is going to be amazing!”

🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙

As Lydia’s car pulled into the parking lot in front of the venue - a large concrete building comparable to a construction site - Y/N sent a text to her friend.

Y/N: we just got to danny’s party

Y/N: u guys here?

The girls looked up at the windows on the top level, the neon lights shining through catching their attention, the music already reaching their ears.

The group excitedly entered the building, Y/N’s heart thundering against her ribcage. Allison noticed the worried look on her friend’s face and she slipped her hand in hers, sending her a warm smile. Y/N took a deep breath, and the three beautiful girls went into the otherwise empty elevator. On the way up, Y/N’s phone vibrated against her palm and she looked down at the screen.

Stiles: we aren’t there yet

Stiles: Scott needed to go get something

Y/N’s heart couldn’t help but sink a little. She had hoped the boys were going to be there already, though why, she couldn’t say. Her phone interrupted her thoughts again.

Scott: by smth, Stiles means someone

Scott: and by someone, he means Kira

Scott: also we’re late because of the jeep

Scott: ;)

Y/N chuckled and texted him back, Lydia and Allison sharing an inquisitive look.

Y/N: figures :))

“Who is that?” asked Allison as the elevator doors opened.

Y/N winced slightly and turned to Allison.

“It’s the boys. Scott was just telling me they picked up Kira…”

“Oh.”

Lydia looked from Allison to Y/N, and back, the awkwardness beyond tangible.

“Are you okay?” asked Y/N, worried that the news had killed the mood.

“Honestly? I don’t love the idea of partying with my ex and his new girlfriend, but we broke up three months ago. We’ve both moved on. Besides, I really like Isaac. I’m not gonna let this ruin my evening,” Allison answered, a soft smile on her lips.

“Allison has Isaac, Scott has Kira, Stiles- well I don’t know about Stiles. That leaves you and me, Y/N. You can help me avoid Aiden tonight,” said Lydia, straightening her dress.

“Aiden, as in, the guy you hooked up with who just so happens to be the guy who invited you to this rave?”

“Precisely.” Lydia walked away hurriedly, and the girls laughed, entering the venue.

The grey concrete in the hall was uncharacteristically bland compared to the other-worldly burst of colours inside of the venue. Neon blue, pink, orange, yellow, and green exploding in every direction, paired with blaring purple lights attached to the concrete beams above the dancefloor where what looked like at least 70 people were jumping up and down to the beat of Losing It by FISHER. Strands of white UV tubes hanging from the ceiling all around the dancefloor lit up every white item of clothing in the room, turning the pure colour into a bright purple.

This giant nebula of chaos and colour made Y/N’s blood pump ten times faster throughout her body. That or the the bass blasting through the giant speakers by the DJ. Either way, the thrill of it made Y/N shiver, her whole body completely frozen in place. 

“This is crazy!” Allison gasped.

“Danny really went all out,” said Lydia, staring at the dancing figures in the center of the room.

Y/N’s phone buzzing woke her from her trance and she read the text.

Stiles: be there in about 20 minutes

Stiles: can’t wait to embarrass you on the dancefloor

Y/N: oof

“Let’s go get a drink,” Lydia urged, walking over to the large snack table with numerous bottles. Y/N read the labels and nodded, impressed by the wide range of drinks.

“Wow. Jack Daniels, vodka, a shitton of beer, wine coolers, rum, Jagermeister…Danny really did go all out.”

“Pass me a cup,” said Allison.

As the girls filled their glasses, Lydia eyed Y/N’s cup.

“Y/N, are you sure you want to start with a triple shot of vodka?”

“Yeah, it’s fine!” Y/N exclaimed, downing the drink before anyone could stop her and gasping as the strong liquid burned its way down her throat.

“Ohkay, take it easy,” said Allison, shooting a worried glance at Lydia.

“I’ve got it under control,” replied Y/N as she refilled her cup.

“Let’s go dance!”

Allison dragged the girls away from the table, walking over to the dancefloor. Y/N downed her second drink and nodded wearily.

“Yesss, let’s do this!”

The looming herd of party-goers, intimidating as it was, seemed a little less daunting now that Y/N was actually at the party.

“How bad could it be?” she thought to herself before treading through the mass, occasionally bumping against people energetically throwing their limbs around.

In the middle of the chaos, Allison stopped and started moving her hips in sync with the song, Lydia quickly following suit. Y/N bobbed her head along to the beat of the bass, her arms swinging awkwardly on either side of her body. Allison laughed and grabbed her friend’s arms forcing the movement to flow through Y/N’s limbs. Lydia busted up and down, moving her waist so naturally it seemed like she had been born for this very moment.

Closing her eyes, Y/N tried to focus on the music vibrating throughout her body, the memory of the colours surrounding her floating behind her eyelids. Allison sang along with the lyrics of the current song, shouting out the words as she moved from side to side. Y/N slowly started to lose herself to the music, letting go of her inhibitions, forgetting the world around her.

When the beat changed, her feet jumped up and down, as if they had a mind of their own. Her head felt heavy yet no thoughts crossed her mind. The music had gotten rid of all concentration, the only thing left was the bass flowing through her veins, making her entire body pulsate to the beat.

Beads of sweat trickled down Y/N’s neck as she kept dancing, her feet starting to ache with every jump. It had only been about fifteen minutes, but to the dancers, it seemed like a wonderful eternity. Finally, Lydia tapped on Y/N’s shoulder and shouted by her ear.

“Let’s do some body painting!”

Y/N nodded profusely, a wide smile on her lips.

“Ali went to dance with Isaac!” Lydia shouted as the pair pushed through the crowd.

“Where’s the paint?” shouted Y/N, trying to hear her own voice over the music and failing miserably.

“Over there!”

A tall blonde boy holding brushes with purple and pink tips smiled as the girls reached him, his charismatic grin turning Y/N’s cheeks bright red.

“What can I do for you ladies?” he asked, his pearly white teeth a bright purple as his grin widened.

“My friend over here needs a lot of paint. Emphasis on lot,”Lydia insisted.

Y/N shook her head, giggling stupidly.

“Not too much paint,” she said warmly.

The boy smiled with a wink.

“Let me worry about that.”

Y/N removed her mesh top, holding it with her right hand, patiently waiting for the boy to start painting across her chest and back. She shivered as she felt the cool wet tip of the brush meet her sweaty skin, sliding a few inches down, a thick stripe of paint spreading across her back. Y/N giggled at the cold feeling, the alcohol in her system reaching her head. She closed her eyes and bent her neck to the side as the boy continued his line up to her collarbone.

“What’s your name?” she heard him ask.

“What’s yours?” she chose to answer, smiling wickedly.

She heard him laugh as he started painting little dots up her back.

“Jeremy.”

“Nice to meet you, Jeremy.”

“You know most girls like a proper introduction before getting this close,” he said over the pulsating music, his breath fanning over Y/N’s neck as he painted small strokes down her shoulder. Y/N grinned mischievously.

“I’m not like most girls,” she teased as she turned to face him.

“No, I guess you’re not,” the boy replied, his eyes darting towards her lips and back up.

“I’m almost done with your body- I mean with the paint,” he said, shaking his head with a grin. Y/N giggled and stepped closer.

“I’m all yours…” she replied.

Jeremy’s deep blue eyes lingered on hers before focusing on her chest. Y/N thanked the universe that he wasn’t looking straight at her, otherwise he would have seen her cheeks fill with red for the second time. He delicately placed pink and orange dots up and down her chest, careful as to not stain her bra and she watched him, observing his concentration with admiration. Finally, he looked up, smiling at her.

“My masterpiece is done,” he declared, placing the paintbrush on the body paint stand.

Jeremy reached for a mirror and handed it to her. She admired the strands and dots painted across her body in a chaotic waltz, the hot purple and pink clashing against her skin. Looking up at him, she grinned widely.

“You’re talented,” she said.

“It’s easier when you have such a good canvas to work on…” he replied, sending her a look hot enough to melt her.

Momentarily remembering the outside world, she looked around and quickly realized Lydia wasn’t there anymore, probably off dancing or looking for Allison. Y/N turned back to Jeremy.

“I’m sorry, I should probably go check on my friends…” she said, biting her lip as she slipped her mesh shirt back on.

“Of course. Maybe later, we’ll bump into each other on the dance floor?” he replied, a nervous smile etched on his lips.

“Yeah, maybe.”

Y/N winked at him and walked away, trying her best to keep her cool.

“Well that was something.” She thought to herself, a wide grin planted on her face.

Looking around, she couldn’t find either of her friends, nor could she find Isaac. Slightly disappointed, Y/N walked over to the table and poured some vodka in an unused cup before knocking her head back, letting the burning liquid run down her throat.

She eyed the dancefloor and thought back on her previous conversation with Jeremy. She was beyond nervous. She’d never actually kissed a boy before. The opportunity just hadn’t ever presented itself. But now that she was here, feeling tipsy as ever, a few feet away from the cutest boy at the party, she couldn’t help but think, why not?

Wiping her sweaty palms on her skirt and downing her fourth - albeit, strong - drink of the night, she nodded to herself and walked over to the dancefloor.

As Five Hours blasted through the speakers, Y/N pushed her way through the sweaty crowd once again, making her way to the center of the dancefloor. Ignoring the world surrounding her, she closed her eyes and gave in to the music, feeling every beat of the song pulsate throughout her entire body.

Colours, flashing lights, the feeling of people’s skin against hers, her head spinning and swaying in every direction, it made her feel alive. As the last drop of the song reached its peak, Y/N jumped with the crowd, knocking her body against complete strangers, feeling the warm and sticky air fill her lungs with every breath.

The song Too Much by Curbi started to play and Y/N felt someone’s body against hers. Closing her eyes, she turned around and felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist. She sighed lightly, enjoying the feeling of her skin against the boy’s. His fingers treaded down her back, firmly settling just above her ass, holding her steady in a sea of bustling bodies.

She danced against him, turning around again, her back facing his front. Moving against his body, she felt his arms tighten around her, pulling her in. His hot breath fanned over her neck and she moaned slightly, squeezing his hand reassuringly.

Suddenly, time seemed to stand still when his lips lightly touched her warm skin. Y/N inhaled sharply, her eyes still shut. The only thing she could hear now was the sound of her heartbeat furiously thundering against her ribcage. Slowly caressing the boy’s arm, she allowed further access to her neckline, moaning loudly as she felt his feverish lips plant warm kisses on her neck, inching higher and higher. Y/N’s hands reached for his and she tugged them closer to her body, her hips still moving against him. His lips danced furiously across her neck, leaving dangerously beautiful marks on her skin.

The music seemed only to heighten her senses. Her legs almost gave out when she heard the boy groan lightly against her ear, her response, a small whine at the loss of contact with his lips. She turned around and tried to open her eyes, the bright lights bursting through the gap in her eyelids. Squinting at his face, trying as hard as possible not to lose herself to the music again, Y/N’s eyes caught a glimpse of the boy’s face.

Bright pink dashes stained his cupid’s bow and the right corner of his bottom lip, the paint from her neck helpless in the face of a passion like this one. Y/N’s eyes scanned the rest of his face and widened slightly when they met amber irises, warm and inviting and so familiar. Her fingers threaded through his damp dark brown hair, her brain trying to comprehend what was about to happen.

His chocolatey eyes looked deep into hers and he licked his lips slowly, the world around them fading. Y/N felt her vision blur as she inched closer to him, her nose picking up the scent of old leather and pine trees and rain. His lips lingered over hers and she felt a chill as her name echoed through the air.

“Y/N…”.

Their lips connected in a frenzied blur, sending sparks of pleasure throughout Y/N’s entire body and the chaos surrounding the pair completely swallowed them. His teeth slightly bit her bottom lip and she deepened the kiss, ardently giving in to his deliciously demanding mouth. Unable to control her body, she steadied herself against him, tugging at his shirt with one hand, the other cupping his face as he sucked on her delectable lips.

Their bodies so unbelievably close disappeared in the crowd of dancers, the whole world somehow a thousand miles away.

Time, a forgotten concept.

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[pepprs]

its almost 4:30 but i just have to say i feel so restless. like is this really... idk im kinda starting to fall asleep finally so im not articulating myself well lel but is this really..... It. is the entire purpose of everyone’s lives just gonna get totally derailed for the next few yrs w permanent consequences cuz of this stupid fuckin virus. all the trajectories and dreams and paths and doors closed and dashed and whatever. im mad... like it’s bigger than just me and i know this. but like im finding songs that are just... U know.. songs ur meant to ache on campus to. And songs ur supposed to play on repeat while ur on the plane headed to A Conference™️ and itll b stuck in ur head the whole time ur there becoming an entirely new person in 4 days in a place you’ve never been before.... who knows if or when that’s ever gonna happen again. it’s bigger than that and it’s bigger than me like kim people are dying but. i just want to move.. take walks. see people and grow. im growing here but it’s slow and stilted (not 2 mention... facing active resistance but that’s another story for a different post entirely) a nd. i miss the thrill.., i miss walking it out when I felt it at least. Miss adventure and cementing shit like this in my head forever. It’s all in the timing and it’s just my luck. Like good luck and bad luck. Like yes I get to shape shit now instead of following in everyone’s footsteps and I am extraordinarily privileged and grateful to have so very much to shape.......... but the ppl older than me got to do shit that I won’t get to cuz corona left it in tatters. and it’s fine and I have to accept that and make the best of it even though it’s so hard to do that and it would’ve been so righteous and good to have had such a glorious arc and I am gonna use that word Glorious cuz i have...... come 2 recognize myself as like. deserving of good things or whatever 🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪 but things should have been different 4 me and 4 everyone in the present and future that’s all and they r just doomed now and i don’t know what to do w that

[itsbumbleby]

bumblebee week day 1: atlas ball

YANG was unsure of what to do. team rwby had arrived in atlas a few days ago. it wasn’t the warmest of welcomes, if you will. weiss’ father wasn’t very pleasant. nothing unexpexcted though.

he pushed weiss to come to the atlas ball, for some sort of charity fundraiser. yang wasn’t paying attention. she was still going over what had happened a few hours earlier with blake. was that blake’s way of saying she had further feelings for yang? did this mean they could become more than friends? or was it just in the heat of the moment? she couldn’t decide.

so that was her goal; talk to blake. but first, they had to go to the four hour long ball. don’t get her wrong, yang loved parties, but she wasn’t too thrilled for this one due to weiss’ reaction when her father told her he’d like her to attend. it involved a lot of groaning and rolling of the eyes.

she could see ruby trying not to laugh, but failing miserably after her father walked away. “you dolt! this is not funny.” she told ruby, with a visible blush rising on her cheeks. yang chuckled.

“i suppose you all have to come as well.” she said, which everyone was glad to. like ruby said, they weren’t leaving her again and she meant it.

out of everyone, nora was the most excited. “party food is always the best! and, it’s a party!!! who doesn’t love parties??” she rambled to ren who just smiled and listened. jayne was behind talking with oscar about something yang didn’t recognize.

it was down to her and blake, walking together in an... awkward? silence. no, not awkward... uncomfortable? no... yang couldn’t quite grasp what type of silence it was. so she decided to ignore it. “weiss! whose dresses are we going to wear?? we didn’t bring anything with us.” ruby said, looking up at weiss. “yes, are we required to wear fancy clothes?” blake asked softly. yang smiled, admiring her. weiss let out an annoyed sigh. “you’ll just have to find something nice. go out to buy a dress for all i care, i just want to get this over with.”

jaune and nora laughed at her frustration. yang’s eyes brightened at the statement. maybe she could go dress shopping with blake! that would give her the perfect chance to talk about whatever these new..... new? not new. these... feelings.

“well?? don’t just stand there. the call starts in two hours, go get ready!” weiss said with a clap, walking to what yang assumed was her room. ruby followed along. yang looked down to blake, “well, blakey, you’re coming with me. we’re gonna get you a pretty dress.” blake tried to decline but before she could hand was already pulling her to the front door.

•••

an hour later, everyone met back all dressed and ready for the atlas ball.

“ready for this?” ruby asked weiss, who in return signed. “as ready as i can be.” ruby gave her a sad smile. “don’t worry. i’ll be with you the whole time, so will everyone else.” weiss weakly smiled back at ruby.

yang, nora, ren, and jaune walked out next, laughing over something yang had said. “yang! don’t say things like that, he could hear you.” ren seethed. yang just winked at him and he rolled his eyes. “where are blake and oscar?” ruby asked before they walked into the ballroom.

“right here!” oscar called, walking up to jaune and nora. blake walked out behind him, a beautiful purple skin-tight, silky dress hugging her figure. she of course had a bow over her ears, mich to yang’s disney but she still stared, awestruck.

weiss bumped her shoulder, “cmon lovergirl, go talk to her. maybe ask her to dance a little later. you’ve got this in the bag.” she said before walking in. yang smiled gratefully.

blake walked up to her shyly, drinking her in slowly. yang was wearing a yellow dress, similar to blake’s but a little shorter and flowy.

yang held out her elbow, which blake hesitantly took. “by the way, if anyone judged you if you didn’t wear the bow, i’d beat them up.” yang whispered, winking. blake smiles.

•••

an hour of standing around doing nothing passes by, and yang is starting to feel her skin itch. she needs to get out of there before she blows her top.

the room was filled with too many self absorbed idiots who only cared about how much the other person’s attire was. it angered her. she could not believe that people there were so stuck up and worried about the least important things.

she walked to the outside portion of the ballroom, taking in the quietness, and less noise. there were still people outside, but less than inside. inside there was much worse than outside. she took a deep breath and continued walking, smiling kindly at people who looked at her, looked at her metal arm. she didn’t care, although the looks were making her a little uncomfortable. once yang finally reached the end of the outside portion, she stood there and admired the beautiful view with the sweet sound of the beautiful music quietly playing in the background.

there was a comm piece in her ear, so she and the other could stay connected, but it was quiet right now. she heard the faint buzzing of an incoming call, “hey belladonna.” she said, knowing that no one else would call her in this moment. “hey.” and there was a brief moment of silence.

“how you doing?” blake asked softly, making yang’s heart flutter the slightest. “just swell. been enjoying eves dropping on these snobs’ conversations. just needed some fresh air. what about you? are you okay?” she could feel heat rising on her cheeks as she spoke. blake sighed on the other line.

“lost my ribbon.” she said, a warning flag went off in yang’s chest. she felt a sudden burst of anxiety in her stomach as well. but she took a deep breath. “don’t worry about it. you don’t need it.” yang tried to comfort, but she heard anotner sigh from blake. “thanks, yang. but i just feel.... naked without it, ya know? people here are so judgmental.” blake admitted. “i’ll come save you,” yang said, a sense of boldness striking her. “don’t move.” and she turned the comm off.

a few minutes passed of threading through more ignorant people before she spotted blake’s ears from across the room. she sighed with relief that no one was being rude. she could see the judgmental looks blake was talking about though. yang rolled her eyes and wove through the crowd of now sweaty bodies.

once she finally got to blake, her back was turned. perfect. yang decided to slip her hands around blake’s waist and tucking her head in the crook of blake’s neck, hearing a startled gasp. “your savior has arrived.” yang whispered. blake turned her head, smiling. “my hero.”

a slow song came on and couples began to gather around inside to dance. yang let blake out of the embrace. she took a deep breath. “dance with me?” she said, putting her metal hand out. blake happily took her hand, following her lead to the dance floor.

just as the dance began, both their comms turned on, hearing weiss’ voice in their ears. “how’s everything? ruby and i are on the dance floor.” she informed everyone. “same with blake and i,” yang said fondly while looking at blake. “we’re okay.” blake said, finishing for yang. “alright good. make sure to keep an eye out for anything suspicious. you never know who or what could turn up.”

“i’m at the punch bowl with ren! i see jaune and oscar over by the garden, the last i heard from them is thag they’re keeping an eye out over there.” nora said. “great, just wanted to check in with everyone. tell me if anyrhing goes sideways.” then weiss turned off the comm.

yang put her hands gently around blake’s waist, while blake wrapped her arms around yang’s neck. they swayed to the song, not speaking yet. “you know,” blake started, “i don’t think i could’ve defeated adam without you. i- im glad you got there when you did. thank you, for helping me. it means a lot.” blake said, maintaing eye contact with yang.

“you’re welcome blake. you know i’d do anything for you.” blake tensed slightly at that, her eyes flicking down to yang’s metal arm and back up to her eyes. yang smiled gently, “it’s okay. you don’t need to feel guilty for my arm. it isn’t your fault and i don’t blame you. i never would.” yang said and saw a visible smile appear on blake’s face.

“and what i said.... about protecting each other, i really meant it.” blake said, getting closer slowly. “i know you did.” yang said quietly, leaning in as well.

slowly but surely, yang leaned down a little more and connected her lips softly with blake’s. a sudden shiver went down blake’s spine, causing her to smile into the kiss.

from afar, the others watched. “finally.” weiss said to ruby, who looked over and shrieked into weiss’ chest. “i KNEW they had something going on!! i could feel it.” weiss laughed, “everyone did.”

“ren, look!” nora said, pointing over to blake and yang. ren looked over, shock coming over him and then happiness.

“it was their time to be happy.”

[rimbaux]

Tagged by @brisingr-iettauthr , aka my beloved husband, and @thewhatgay , how kind thank u!!!!

Rules: answer 21 questions and tag 21 people u want to know better!

Tagging: @notorioushiphopcrew @shhhhyoursister @theyellowcurtains @mynameisnotthepoint @saveitforthesongs @carterhaughwood but honestly just whoever sees this and feels like it

Nickname: i dont think i have one actually, except for my mum that calls me spatz or spätzlein or KIND which,,,, ye (i answer calling her MUTTER obv)

Zodiac sign: scorpio (reading the horoscope makes me feel depressed)

Height: like 167 cm, more or less? Blue, once we meet im gonna flex so HARD about those 3 cm i have on u, u dont even knOw

Hogwarts House: pottermore said gryffindor but i always wanted to be a ravenclaw (NO its NOT bc i was in love with luna lovegood reading the books) (shut up)

Last thing I googled: "netflix show woman who dies every day again" i couldnt remember what russian doll is called. google, no matter the extreme precision of my wording, was remarkably unhelpful

Fave musicians: ooof so many,,, sufjan stevens, hozier, ry x, keaton henson, marika hackman, tom rosenthal, annenmaykantereit, cosmo sheldrake, käptn peng, i cani, soley, angus and julia stone, adna, milky chance, serafyn, frittenbude, agnes obel, robot koch, crywolf, beach house, mooryc, sohn..... Just sooo many more

Song stuck in my head: ozean by annenmaykantereit thanks @blue, but also nothing else by angus and julia stone bc,,,, its been in there since druck season 3 ended

Following: 563

Followers: 1776 (who are yall?? Thank u?? )

Do u get asks? Sometimes and it gives me a thrill to be perceived every time, thank u for it, dear anons, its quite pleasant!!

Amount of sleep: hhh 5-6-7 usually? Sometimes i reach 8 but its,,, utopic

What are u wearing? A jumper i theoretically share with a friend but practically hoard to myself, woolen socks and sweatpants

Dream job: Writer and illustrator and researcher for university but,,, sigh. who knows what this life has in mind for me really

Dream trip: my years old dream is hiking through scandinavia, just going from norway to finnland with a tent and a lovely companion (blue) but also that one hiking trip to scotland (with again. blue) ANd i really need to get back to iceland. Some day in the future i really want to move to berlin. I also would love to see PRAGUE, hamburg, amsterdam, new york and copenhagen one day. And maybe somewhere in india! Or nepal! And egypt too and turkey and peru... and more and more and more

Instruments: i learned how to play the guitar and the flute in middleschool but i sucked so bad that the teacher told me and another student to just " silently imitate" playing it at the concert at the end of the year. We said fuck it and played it (badly) anyway

Languages: english, italian and german. I can understand a bit of spanish and make myself understood in it, i once taught myself a littttttle norwegian and i can read a very little french. But all these are very generous. Also latin and ancient greek, theoretically.

10 fav songs: (they will just always remain in the top ones)

Fourth of july-sufjan stevens

Take me to church-hozier

Dorian-agnes obel

Wolves-phosphorescent

Saving us a riot-phoria

My heart goes bum bum bum-crywank

Dont panic-coldplay

Sweat- ry x

White winter hymnal-fleet foxes

This is a Royal Cheese Fest but honestly, blue's voice. its the most beautiful and lovely and calming and just.. best sound

Random fact: i am CONVINCED (even if only half the people i told this to believed me) that i once saw a wolf in the woods near our house. It looked so calm and beautiful, a little ghostly. Also, just chilling.

My aesthetic: uhhhh a queer yearning mess that wants to go to the cold sea and talk to birds and dance in the moonlight?

[straynogoddstupid666]

Beauty Realms

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I refused to pick myself up

Off the damn ground

Just like u refused to help

That child to his feet

Stop letting ur guns whisper

Wrds get crisper like ruffles

Listen to ur heart listen

To ur heart listen to ur lover

Don't go out like biggie Tupac?

U dig? macking like combs

No poppa just bringing something proper

Stop poppin start huggin

And she never ever kept me

Warm at night pick up in

Hearses brief like gun be silent

My children Feel the prints on dead mulch

Shook ur folks like her looks

Killer creepin to ur window

Crushin dead leaves as he enters

A person's crib bnn hit in the face

By the coffin lid father thought

It was intentional i took it well

No help meh i come from them

Like mary for her baby the times

They never good to us

trump got me thinking

Biggie got me shaking my head

Tupac got me Reminiscing

Robin Schultz have me forlorn

I wanna think sick dreams to put

The devil to sleep why the fightin?

Stop u cryin ur groaning tha moanin

Caht u see im dying on my death

Bed like Wallace said u wouldn't understand I'll make the phone call brief

Like highschool love u don't wanna love

No more too late for this

Somebody put the pipe to my

Nutshell i want the trigger to

Talk dirty to me so let it squeeze

Young Fools don't wanna help a nigga

Breathe and i don't make enough bread

To set examples Like chances

Making mills givin bills no cheap thrills lovin pll Instead of ur bread ur pills love urself Even tho i tried i cried too much

Am srry too much let's sit

And hold hands with kim

Tell donald he gotta go

Let Steyer Take office i wanna

See smiles on people's faces

I wanna see Liberia and Africa

Dance to no more sickness no more pain

Tell shinzō am srry he won't accept it

But i want to express the thought

That should matter to him and me

Like they and them but no one ever

Spoke of us and we its always i to the am

No she cuz they were too irrelevant

To man as man was too

irrelevant to woman its funny how

That i express this better thnn a

Typical adult would but i was i

I shook my head and asked my

Pistol for help it proceeded to

Shoot meh in the noggin why The jokin?

I wasn't yet laughin stop clowin

This Is serious drink the maggots

Eat ur meal the coffins call us all

They stop ur flower bringing

Ur slow songs  whnn three yrs go by

now ur just dirt

In the hue time its past our time Subliminal like a correspondence

Too dependable Don't overreact

I hate going to the room cover doors

We gonna be here for awhile so two-sided

Living like a hypocrite so wishy-washy

Triggers keep whispering to me

Why call the ems?  U got soul to

Call them urself u pullin my leg

Choking my collar put up

against the furnace Hansel and Gretel

Got away scott free pull ur guns

But pull ur frustrations on ur kids

Why so petty?  I must find a way to die

Getting real tired of people just let

Me die slow slow as sloth

u waste my time wrap me up like

A pharaoh no king no godd just a bad boy

Im choking on wrds as ur friends choke

On high clouds sinking in high tide

Oh no no don't come back and haunt

My lonely soul i ain't got time

For entities gotta my mind

On my goddamn feelings don't Have

Time for weeping gotta

keep my Eyes on goddamn time

Don't carsick me with ur fake affection

I couldn't figure out why the same

Damn cars were parked outside hospitals

Evrynight i couldn't picture my

Lover dying a slow death too

Gone like onfroy and the Nineties

Were terrible with some honorable

Mentions the hospital was a night clinic

Send urself back the crib

dying early dawns suffocating

On life support u test me my heart

Ripped out Rip so sad let die

Wasn't worth a penny a Dime To'em

U didn't wanna be a molester

No killer am in the act of street knowledge Am stray no godd

Wise godd stray i get around i see well

I don't lie well but eat good

Make sour promises look distainful

I keep wrds as if they were

precious stones i sought it out

Like beauty realms but unreachable

Like a pretty woman like a goddess

They saw me ugly and unseasoned

Had a personality i never seen before

More lame thnn the average

So weak thnn the meek so wasteful

Like a bottle not precious as diamonds

Flith as a rug that's me on ur floor dead

Its so real like a beauty realm

i couldn't touch and fantasies and dreams

Remained in my skull but shut them off

With a noose i was so wrong Whnn will

I see a smile on my Face??

Whnn will Japan forgive Us???

Who will feed the needy everyday?

Make ur days worth don't make one

Day good make a hundred more

So high u could be like Jesus

But u weren't my saviour

Stop climbing high u wanted

Clout and fame for ur good deeds

Stop ur boasting be humble

Ur not a modest man with high morals

Not so great now Huh??

U think u better thnn Us yeah???

U misunderstood my lettering

That's why with each paragraph

U get more and more confused

This isnt to teach its to understand

Why we lack so i keep my head low

And except the worser deeds by

The higher man cuz they lie all the same

I look for imperfections in the mirror

Instead i saw the devil mock me

With sick expression ur no Ecstasy

Just a supernatural phenomenon

Caused By my own fabricated Infatuation

Within beauty and splendor so

Grand i shot my heart out

Filled my head With Grandeur

Passed out on my brother's shoulder

But he knock me to the ground

And cussed me being a flower

I was a ugly flower brother saw

Me a burden and our mother troublesome

And our sister worrisome but i

Cut off excuses brother why the frowin?

Have i failed u? I was i not motivated

To keep ur mind at ease

I grieve on ur bed side cuz the way u sleep Looks as if ur in a coffin and i couldn't Bare the sight i sigh cuz we all will be In wood coffins one way or another People shoot me off my feet

Like a realm i was forever lost

To Infinite amount of souls

Crying to themselves rotten

Like the stray the maggots breed on him

I passed the arsenic to my

Darling lover no wonder why

The blue blazer and the yellow tights

Fitted me so well i was going

To start a mass chain affect

So horrendous be like Marylin Monroe

Dial nine no call back just silence

Crack of dawning lead out in a stroller

Beauty's dead and where was judy?

Tell me if i go to a pastor

Will be truthful with Me?

Could he say with a heavy heart

That things happen for a reason?

Could he rlly honestly possibly

Probably hopefully reassure me

That i could die Happy???

Uh huh....didn't think so....

Riddle me this u ppl who think ur above all

U who thinks ur generosity

holds no bounds u women hold signs

For change u need to rlly look

Urselves in the mirror to understand me

Riddle me this can we still love

Once the heart stops beating??

Can u fix a beggar a hot meal

Without think lowly or suspicious

Of him? Can u care for a child

After he lost waht u got??

See ironically u all berates me

Cuz u kno im telling the truth

But ur stuck in denial and me

Taking great pity in u

I sigh and walk into a hwy

My talking was shunned out by

Visco girls and Woman stereotyping

Men without giving urselves a second

Reason whnn we act we act reason

The other 50% were just fools

I turned a Symphony to a sad man crying

Old man dying dead stray a walkin

I stop the talkin cuz am sinking

They murders me softly

I sullied myself to the coffin once more as The birds stop their srry note

Im being for real for real.

And not fake for fake

See where am going with this??

But u don't wanna listen

But u wanna help ppl??

[gayleefiora]

we had such a good day yesterday, after i got fired. everyone else was annoying af to me bc they wouldn’t really listen when i talked about it- you were game. everyone else just had stuff to offer or sympathy- you said “i’m here.” even tho you’ve been dealing with hella other bullshit. you let me run thru my full gamut of feelings and we got pasta and i smoked and then we got drunk lmao. we always have so much fun together. i told you about the kyle and crystal thing and you’re like “you can have fun with it!! you can toy with them. you’re going to keep receiving attention” and i’m like me?!  and i kinda end up being like “but i mean i can’t... help it” re being hot and we both start laughing and they’re like you can’t help it!! remember that thing i posted about you not making me feel desirable? that was a lie. lmao i kept licking the rim of my drink and sucking it and you were like, enraptured. i’d keep looking up and you’re just watching me like nutttt and then i would giggle and keep it up and we’d both laugh. when we were at pasta you said something about the employee party and i said, softly, “why are you going?” and you could see instantly that it was really bothering me and were like “well, things are obviously different now. i don’t really know.” and you didn’t go. instead you stayed with me the whole night. so then we got tacos and kept laughing and (one of my fav lines from you “i mean, but my grandma is hood as fuck so it makes sense”) at one point i was like man i love calories and you go well that’s why we have... i mean pardon me, but a fat ass. that’s why we look like this. we eat and move. and i internally was like hehehehe you think i’m cute!! which i know and kept knowing but still. then i’m like let’s do something fun!! and youre like, no more alcohol. i’m like k. youre like piercings? yes. ok! ok. what are you gonna get pierced? my nose!! i had to cut it out when i worked at Dick’s and I loved it and this is the perfect day to get it repierced!! and of course, you also wanted your nose. on the same side of your nose as mine no less. so we go to get piercings and they’re just super gay and nice and i have my goodwill faux fur denim coat that everyone has been complimenting me on and the front desk gay is like “omg. i have that exact coat.” and i read him the label and he’s like yes!! i also got mine from goodwill!! does yours smell like the 70s too?? and i’m like YES ive been smelling it all weekend and i couldn’t figure out what it was!!! so we pick out our jewlery and i see the one i want but idk and i’m like nic? which one and they point to the one i liked the best so i’m like perf. and then when the guy is lining it up on my nose he turns to nic and is like what do you think? and they literally say, perfect. i went first. you looked so thrilled as i laid down and the guy stuck the needle in my nose. all laughing and blushing bc it is exciting and im so calm just like, yeah bro. cool bro. that was easy. then you lay down and i SWEAR our song which i sing all the time, “i’ve never been in love before” from guys and dolls is playing in an instrumental version. i always have this song stuck in my head!! and i’m like omg i always sing this!! and youre like after a sec you... sing this? and me and the piercer both explain its instrumental. you also looked super hot getting pierced. we;re both so calm as this needle is shoved thru our noses lol. so then we all giddy and pierced with our goddamn adorable matching piercings and you look over at me beaming and you say, “definitely the right color” re mine and it was just so wonderful. also the gayest thing ever. also it will be in your face!! for a long time!! and make you think of me i hope as mine will certainly make me think of you. then we walked to yr house and ran into everyone coming out of the employee party. obvs peggy didn’t speak to me. then i left and took the bus home but it was just wonderful, you’re wonderful. and ditched the whole employee party to hang out w me hehehehehe right after me being fired. love it. and i look HOT with this piercing. i was looking at myself in the mirror and i turn back and yr staring and i blush and am like “sorry, just vamping” and yr like no, no, i was just enjoying you vamping. it was just so fucking fun and spontaneous and now we never have to be miserable at skillet together again. and i told you i was rly relieved bc i hate being angry around you at work and being demanding of your emotional energy. and now i don’t have to!! oh and lmaoooo you were drunk and listing the things you care about and were like “...labor activism. and um. that’s it.” and i wanted to be like oh you mean this thing i am doing right now?? this action i am taking and have been taking? also you explained you have been in a relationship CONSECUTIVELY since 13. that there was always someone else waiting so you would just leave one relationship to go to the next person. which makes a lot of sense. also i complimented you on your integrity. and i was like i know you would never fuck me over. you would rather be out of my life entirely than ever fuck me over. and their eyes got all big and they’re like i would NEVER fuck you over. and i was like, i know. and you’ve shown me that over and over again. anways goddamnit i love you and our MATCHING PIERCINGS god how fucking gayyyyyyy how wonderful. 

[asianjeremyheere]

happy one month anniversary to the bmc obcr!!! to celebrate, im gonna put my track-by-track commentary under the cut and split into two parts (act 2 here) because god it got so long and i am. very sorry. read at ur own risk. and it really is just rambling commentary because i had a gdoc out and the whole soundtrack playing, alternating obcr and ocr tracks SO! tada! act 1!

JEREMY'S THEME

Okay the orchestrations are great on both BUT I do prefer how much more sudden the end is on the ocr? Obcr Jeremy's theme kind of has that echoey quality at the end and I'm pretty sure it's just a recording thing but. Recording-wise I do kind of prefer the ocr. That said, I don't listen to Jeremy's theme THAT much.

MORE THAN SURVIVE

90% of this is going to be me preferring the obcr and this is no exception BUT I do like the ocr tempo a little more? It's faster and feels like it captures the whole day-at-school rush a little better, which works in most of the song except during the "Christiiiiine" portions because those are absolutely KILLER when they're a little slower. They sound more romantic, in a way?? Like it goes from Jeremy seeing her, a girl whom he likes and wants to point out to Michawl, to Jeremy seeing her and being totally enraptured/distracted by her, hence the slower/more drawn out Christiiiiine's working in its favor. Also would have like Michael's verse to be faster? I've always imagined him to be, like. A fast talker. I don't really care about how much George changed his voice for it, I just wish it was faster. But overall, I like it better on the obcr because Will R is waaay more emotive and I'm in love with his falsetto and his runs.

I LOVE PLAY REHEARSAL

I know I said I was terrible at recognizing tempo but ILPR feels so fast on the ocr??? Anyway I like the obcr version better and Stephanie is adorable in both but MORE so in the obcr. Her inflections have so much more character and she paints a much clearer picture of Christine as a whole just in that one song. ALSO the added dialogue!!!! Love that. It's also got a less consistent tempo (I think????) which works for a song like this and a character like Christine

MORE THAN SURVIVE REPRISE

This isnt on the ocr but it was in the original show and I got it stuck in my head all the fucking time so I'm just glad it got recorded!! I don't have a Two River audio on hand rn but I like the bway version better anyway because Will R is, again, more emotive and I think it works better with this specific iteration of Jeremy anyways? Like. His whole character is sadder so this song fits a little better.

THE SQUIP SONG

Ngl I can't really tell the difference between the two but Gerard's voice has only had time to improve (I hope? He seems to do a lot of stuff when he's not doing a show and I wonder if he's like. Taking care of his voice. I hope so?) and I love the new glitchy stuff at the end. But like rip the "picture this" verse :( I think I just. Like them both pretty equally??

TWO PLAYER GAME

Obcr babey!!! I like the way a bunch of the instruments cut out and it's just the 8-bit stuff right at the start? That's fun as fuck. Also Will R's "ah! gah!" noises are 💜💙💜❤💖💙🧡💙. The orchestrations in the obcr are also just. God tier. And the tech-y fade out sound at the end is one of my favorite things. Also George's voice is the same pitch but he sounds younger in the obcr and that's not good or bad because he still sounds convincing enough to be a high school either way.

THE SQUIP ENTERS

Okay I like the obcr for this better too just because there's more in it. It isn't just Jeremy screaming for a minute and a half, they also added the dialogue which makes it better. I don't actually really like this song as much on the ocr just because I did. Not enjoy listening to a song that was basically just screaming? It's too loud and I was always worried about people hearing it through my headphones skdjks. The obcr version isn't much better screaming-wise but I can't just straight up skip it anymore because there's stuff at the end. Plus they have a bigger budget for effects and the transition from the startup-Squip voice to Jason Tam's voice where they're doubled up? God. I love him.

BE MORE CHILL, PT. 1

Obcr wins this just for the 'outdated' riff alone. Also, Jeremy sounds more intimidated/impressionable?? WPC Jeremy doesn't sound scared of the Squip/sounds borderline rebellious right off the bat, which is weird considering EWM is allegedly the 'more evil one' 🤔🤔🤔🤔. Plus I think the obcr has more harmonies and Will R's comedic timing during the Squip Tango is spot-on. AND KATLYN!! Yeah. Love her. She's so much more intense in the obcr and it works for Chloe??? She just sounds more passive in the ocr. That said, Jason should have sung more because his voice…… pwetty

DO YOU WANNA RIDE

The obcr ending has my heart…. the pinkberry riff….. the giggle and "au revoir"........ I am in love with Brooke Lohst. I don't really mind that it's slower either? But I can't hear the trombone shot notes as well on the obcr and that makes me sad :( Charlie Rosen ur orchestrations are gold but dont drown out the trombone that was my favorite part of ocr dywr!!!!!

BE MORE CHILL, PT. 2

Jason Tam's Squip voice is good you guys are just mean and don't understand nuance!!!!!!! I love the obcr version of this because a) Jason!!!!!! b) Will!!!!!!!! and c) Tiffany's high note at the end!!!!!!!!! Also the gong!!!!!

For real though? Will R. is much more expressive in the repeat-after-me section and Jason Tam's cooler, more laid-back tone works. I'm more inclined to trust that he can actually help me because he sounds more guiding than demanding and I, personally, don't respond well to people exercising their authority over me! I do much better when things are phrased like "I'm going to help you! Here are some suggestions. Do them. Look, it's working!" vs "Do what I say, it's the only way you'll succeed" and to have the Squip start out sounding more like the former before getting more outwardly controlling works better and makes more sense imo!

MORE THAN SURVIVE REPRISE/SYNC UP

Okay I can't really compare these two because they're totally different songs at this point but I love Sync Up and I can compare that end portion because it's the same! 'Head to play rehearsal' > 'drama practice' because it's not a huge difference but he's parroting Christine's terminology and it shows that he's listening to her, which Mr. Will Roland himself said was a huge part of Jeremy's journey! (Learning to listen.) Also, Will R just sounds more eager and excited to actually be included? Will C just sounds like he's relieved that he's not being shoved around. Will R!Jeremy sounds more excited in general, even at the beginning before he gets shocked. And then his “ghughgh” noise. Mood, Will. The Squip at this part is kind of. Hmm. I don’t really like it in the recorder version ngl but I know Jason talked about like. Struggling a little more to get into the Squip mindset during the recording process because the costumes are so integral to his characterization and he didn’t have said costumes for the obcr recording so I’ll give him a pass. It doesn’t faze me as much in audios so??? Jason Tam u get a pass.

A GUY THAT I'D KINDA BE INTO

The obcr recorders make me ❤💗💖💕💖💕💙💘🧡💘🧡❤💕❤💕💙💜💖❤!!!! Also I prefer the new ending where she goes "Who kneeeeeeeeeew?" and how surprised/thrilled Will R!Jeremy sounds when he says "Is she talking about me?" but like…. Jason Tam, I will defend your Squip voice to my dying day but why did you have to say "pheromones" like that. Okay also I'm listening to each song's versions back-to-back and the tempo changes keep throwing me off. But I do appreciate the lack of clapping in the ocr.

THE SQUIP LURKS/THE SQUIP STALKS

Obcr wins because its an instrumental and I love the bway instrumental. Also, it's longer and spookier. Thank you, Charlie Rosen. You deserved a Tony nom for this shit.

UPGRADE

I'm gonna say right off the bat that I love obcr Upgrade so much because of the additional depth given to Brooke and Jake, and I love the new ending because like woah chills. That's all. It's not a disclaimer or anything, I just love it. Also, Stephanie's "oh wow"? Cute as fuck!!! Britton's voice??? God tier!!!!!! Brooke's french at the start and the way Lauren's voice breaks on "I just want someone to see me first"??? God!!!!!!!! Tiffany coming in by herself before everyone else joins in during that layered section??? I am deceased. I love trying to pick out every individual person's voice in that section. Usually Gerard, Lauren, and Will are easiest for me to pinpoint? Idk. Ocr Upgrade still fucking slaps though. Steph's "oh wow" is a little more underwhelming but I'm like. In love with the tempo right before the "Christiiiine"s? Also uhhh wish they'd included Jeremy and Michael's conversation somewhere in the obcr.

LOSER GEEK WHATEVER

I love LGW and I'll stand by this forever. I'm gonna compare this to the end of ocr Upgrade because that's technically where it goes and I think it does a better job of showing Jeremy's motivations and his worries about taking the Squip! Also it makes sense story-wise that he would take time to slow it down and think/process considering he just…. asked the Squip for time to process….. but like the original ending is still a bop and it's super good for like. Hyping urself up. I just think LGW does better for Jeremy's character and it's a good song!!! It sums up a lot of what I feel/the ways I relate to Jeremy, too, so it's. Emotional hearing it in audios skdjsj but not as much with the recording anymore!!

[koolkvat-blog]

       hello  loves  ,   what’s  up  !   i’m  super  excited  to  be  here  &  to  finally  play  my  precious girl  ,   jade aka kool kat   .   i’m  LOLA  ,   use  she / her prounouns  ,   i am NINETEEN  ,   &   i  am  currently  in  the  gmt + 1 timezone  which  means  yes  ,  my  ass should’ve  been  awake  for  intro  posting  but  i  don’t  know  what  time  management  is  and  ended  up  swamped  w/  work  ,  so  !   everything   you  need  to  know  about  about  miss  kat  is  under  the  cut  ,   &  i’m  rlly  thrilled  to  be  apart  of  such  a  wonderful  rp  with  such  gorgeous  muses  .  corniness over  ––   if  you’re  looking  to  plot  sumn  out  ,   just  hit  that   ♥︎    &   i’ll  make  my  way  on  over  to  ur  dms  ,  or  feel  free  to  add  me  up   on  discord  which  i’ll  give  in im’s  if  anybody’s  interested  !   ♡♡♡         tw  :   family issues  ,  body image issues  &  drug mention  ( not  explicit ) . 

001 . SYNOPSIS  . FULL     NAME  .      jade        kikuchi . NICKNAMES  .      kool kat    . AGE  .      twenty - one . DATE     OF     BIRTH  .      twenty  -  seventh     of     september   ,     1993      /     libra . PLACE     OF     BIRTH  .      harajuku ,   tokyo ,     japan .         GENDER  .       cisgender     female . SEXUALITY  .     (  closeted  )  pansexual  . NATIONALITY  .      japanese  ,  now  american  too  after  successfully  gaining  citizenship  . ETHNICITY  .      asian  . OCCUPATION  .       fashion designer at katz designz      ,     former  fashion  design  and  journalist  student  back  in  her  original  timeline  . PLAYLIST  .      here  !  (  +  )     charismatic , enthusiastic , warm , energetic , adventurous , compassionate , animated . (  -  )     deceptive ,  independent ,  emotional , territorial , ambitious , impulsive , temperamental , insecure , sarcastic .  

002 . AESTHETIC  .      wheatgrass  smoothies , 90′s  anime  with  subtitles  , chanel  no. 5, speeding  on  a  desert  road  with  the  windows  down ,  painting  your  toenails  on  the  dashboard ,  neon  prints ,  cat  lazing  on  a  balcony  in  the  sun , black  lace ,  japanese  horror  films  ,  sour  cocktails  with  sugar  around  the  rim , half - smoked  cigarettes ,  stacks  of  fashion  magazines , long  hair  hastily  dyed  different  colours in  a  motel  bathroom ,  thrift  stores   .

003. INFORMATION  .

tl;dr : a flighty, inattentive adventurer: a follower of whims; personable and sociable but lacks the skills to maintain relationships because she’s entirely (and perhaps too) career focused, checks her horoscope daily and entirely relies on the stars when concerning relationships, epitome of a britney spears / gwen stefani stan back in the 2000′s, still owns a (bedazzled) flip phone, collector of vintage fashion (chanel, elle, juicy couture etc.) a subscriber to the Leonardo Da Vinci sleeping method; catch her at 2 am making soufflés or buying plane tickets to shiwei so she can really experience the culture: will tell you she loves you ten minutes after first introduction because she’s high: kind of unintentionally insensitive to those she doesn’t know and closed off but in like a cool, lovable way. 

•    heads up im running on like 5 hrs sleep so sry when this inevitably derails ! ok sweet let’s get into this . 

•    so as aforementioned this is jade kukichi, aka, kool kat. she was dubbed that by her friends due to her unique fashion style and sense of dress, and it’s stuck. lbr nobody other than her friends can use that term so if you do, she’s just going to stare at u for a quick sec before saying ‘it’s jade’. 

•    born in harajuku, tokyo to a cardiothoracic surgeon of a father and a politician of a mother, jade grew up traveling the world and becoming flighty af, never thinking she was going to make long - term friends and kinda being okay with that. 

•    her family has never stayed in one place for very long, though her aging parents eventually settled into a permanent residence in the us around the time she turned sixteen, not soon enough for jade to break the habit of wandering, but thankfully quick enough for her to meet the bratz girls who were just as adventurous and fun - loving as she. she's spent much of her teen life jumping from place to place wherever her interests are that moment, collecting people along the way, but to find friends was the only thing she was missing. jade has a brilliant mind, but she lacks patience and follow through. she needs guidance or she'll jump from idea to idea, job to job, whim to whim.

•    ngl, jade pretty much hated her home life. her parents were an overbearing presence in her life, her mother wanting jade to be a proper lady who also went into a profession like theirs (entirely serious and stifling when it came to creativity, doctor, politician, lawyer etc.) while jade herself wanted to check out the latest trends and go to the mall w her friends – so she turned all of her focus and energy into getting good grades in everything she wanted to do in the hopes that she could be the most successful fashion designer, then leaving town forever. 

•    like she spent 7 yrs in high school graduating w honours but she barely knew what was happening in 9/10 of her classes and sometimes she just slept through classes and then wing her exams which she miraculously did well at. it was just not a good idea to send jade to a public school at 11 after being in boarding school for the rest of her life and then never really enforce any rules :~\ she has trouble with that kind of thing.. as in making logical choices instead of saying "YEAH lets go watch american psycho and smoke weed!" skipping chemistry to do just that 

•    she loves fun and values doing what makes her happy over most things. it's hard to pin her down and she spends most of her life chasing after ideas that don't really follow any sort of conscious order, bc she’s really got that ‘i’ve got dreams and i’m gonna do everything in my power to achieve them’ personality. 

•    according to bratz canon she’s worked as literally everything ? she’s one of those insufferable people who r just. good everything ig and that’s just how it is on this bitch of an earth. jade’s been a photographer, a song - writer and bass player in a rock band (shout out to bratz rock angelz the best movie w the best soundtrack ever), a student studying fashion design, a fashion columnist, a quickly fired nanny, and many other things in between. 

•    so when she appears in toonsville she’s kind of out of it that she’s not doing something w her skills and sets up her own business which she loves ? being her own boss suits her fine (for now) because she’s got a Real Job and she's actually trying rly hard so she can fulfill her dreams !! like suck it mom nd dad haha !!!

•    jade has a lot of weird feelings TM about her body and her looks and struggles a lot with her self confidence :~( she had a shit time at school with boys saying she was too thin and she compensated by acting like she didn't like anyone at all for a while and now she thinks she isn't good enough for anyone when rly she is a cinnamon bun too good for this world too pure 

•    best friend ever she is so good at being a friend if u text her at 3am to go out or cry on her shoulder shes ready to go at 3:15 even if she was sleeping w lots of snacks and treats and love!!! she is sooo extroverted around those she’s comfortable w, she gains so much energy from being around people and she loves being nice and being around ppl she likes 

•    she becomes the mom of groups pretty easily (hence why she’s the leader of the bratz) bc she bottles up most of her own problems to help ppl with theirs!! which is toxic yea but she puts people first always so !! plz help her poor repressed soul!! rip kool kat.. 

•    still super into the stuff of her time so like.. she loves the x files and bad reality tv shows (i want to be a hilton) and reads gossip magazines on the reg because she enjoys that stuff! also very into girl groups.. ginger spice / posh spice is an eternal mood.  

•    anyway yes sweet adult-child of 21 (she is in denial about that tho like she doesn't want to be childish) who is v nice v kind v loyal v baked a lot of time, v passionate v silly. idk what i'm doin hope u like it < 3

004. WANTED CONNECTIONS . 

friends / best friends / ride or dies . jade genuinely loves people, loves talking to strangers and getting into intense conversations with people she’s only just met, learning other people’s way of life and bettering herself for getting. she is, however, incredibly blunt and has never once minced words to keep from hurting someone’s feelings or to ease them into a situation. she’d much rather have a one-time conversation with a stranger than make long lasting relationships. she has three very close friends –  to the point of co - dependence –  and honestly, she’d rather spend all of her time doing things she loves such as her hobbies, sticking her nose into the latest vogue, or searching for cute collars and treats for her cat mica w them instead of making new friends. she's also FUN and she'd be happy to go on crazy road trips or buy out a movie theater for a day or anything that she thinks will her buds happy. she's traveled all over, so she’s v well read and cultured. she loves people but she hates complication and won't deal with any sort of emotional labor. she wants to live in the moment and expects everyone in her life to do so as well. just be chill, y'all. 

frenemies / enemies /  rivals  . please be her enemy, she needs people to antagonize shdhshd. she grew up pretty much affluent so she’s pretty spoiled even if she doesn’t want to admit it, and that rebellious side of her hasn’t died down yet. despite the fact that she is wealthy and in good community standing, she has a hard time letting go of childish grudges. in general she’s got a lot of suppressed feelings and ready to fight everyone who hurts her friends – like an irritated cat – so, honestly, come at her ? she is sometimes a little fickle and flighty and a unintentionally stuck up when it comes to art / fashion and she has definitely said the wrong thing at the wrong time and pissed the wrong people off, she can’t stand anyone underestimating her or thinking she’s dumb bc she’s interested in fashion. like gtfo !

ex’s , fwb’s , possible love interests .  jade is fairly fluid romantically and is the type of person who hates labels but also just wants to be cherished and called cute pet names lowkey. she loves a lot and gives a lot to her relationships, but typically doesn't want to commit to anything important. she’s gone from one disastrous relationship to another, ending up with a boyfriend who constantly ridiculed her image that was essentially the catalyst for her cutting off romantic ties, quite a recent wound before she found herself on the island actually. worst thing is tht she’s convinced herself that she’s been the problem in these relationships –  that she turns good people bad or that she is too much for people to deal with, she’s not sure what the issue is and she doesn’t really want to know. so…. fuck everything amirite ? anyway, she’s a strong independent woman who don’t need no (wo)man. 

etc . pls give me people jade can give a makeover to, people she shares an apartment w on the island, people who think fashion is girly and vapid.. creatives who love what she’s doing, anything tbh << 3

[kittywolves]

1-200 if you want lmao If not then just your favourites

200: My crush’s name is: don’t have one tbh, not romantically anyway

199: I was born in: west virginia, 2000

198: I am really: dumb

197: My cellphone company is: idk man

196: My eye color is: blue w/yellow bursts but they just appear green if you’re not super close

195: My shoe size is: 7+1/2-8

194: My ring size is: 7+1/2-8

193: My height is: 5′5″

192: I am allergic to: sesame :T

191: My 1st car was: N/A

190: My 1st job was: N/A

189: Last book you read: uh, Percy Jackson? i think

188: My bed is: warm, cozy, full of plushies & cat fur

187: My pet: CALCIFER!!! 

186: My best friend: uh,, i don’t have one?

185: My favorite shampoo is: idk fruity scents that aren’t watermelon

184: Xbox or ps3: PS3

183: Piggy banks are: cute or terrifying, no in-between

182: In my pockets: my phone

181: On my calendar: birthdays

180: Marriage is: cute 

179: Spongebob can: CAN SPONGEBOB FINALLY END PLEASE

178: My mom: can go die 

177: The last three songs I bought were? uhh, i haven’t bought any songs,,

176: Last YouTube video watched: DrawingWiffWaffles newest video

175: How many cousins do you have? 1

174: Do you have any siblings? yes, 2 alive 1 dead

173: Are your parents divorced? no,,

172: Are you taller than your mom? around the same height

171: Do you play an instrument? no, but i wish i could play the harp tbh

170: What did you do yesterday? uh, i went shopping with my mother and then watched Futurama 

[ I Believe In ]169: Love at first sight: ? i dunno anymore

168: Luck: i guess so, yea

167: Fate: yea

166: Yourself: no

165: Aliens: YES

164: Heaven: yea

163: Hell: yea

162: God: ? yea?

161: Horoscopes: not really

160: Soul mates: YESSSSS

159: Ghosts: yep!!

158: Gay Marriage: %100

157: War: no >:(

156: Orbs: what

155: Magic: yep!!

[ This or That ]154: Hugs or Kisses: hugs pls

153: Drunk or High: never been either, both sound fun

152: Phone or Online: usually use my phone tbh

151: Red heads or Black haired: all are adorable!!

150: Blondes or Brunettes:  a d o r a b l e ! !

149: Hot or cold: uhm, comfortable warm,,

148: Summer or winter: SUMMER

147: Autumn or Spring: HALLOWEEN !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

146: Chocolate or vanilla: CHOCOLATE 

145: Night or Day: NIGHTTIME

144: Oranges or Apples: apples 

143: Curly or Straight hair: both are great!! i have slightly wavy hair uwu

142: McDonalds or Burger King: neither >:(

141: White Chocolate or Milk Chocolate: MILK PLS

140: Mac or PC: um, idc

139: Flip flops or high heels:  F L I P F L O P S

138: Ugly and rich OR sweet and poor: SWEET AND POOR PLS GIVE ME A KIND BAB TO LOVE @ UNIVERSE

137: Coke or Pepsi: coke !!

136: Hillary or Obama: obama!!

135: Buried or cremated: cremated so i can’t come back :’)

134: Singing or Dancing: i can’t do either :(

133: Coach or Chanel: ugh, coach ig

132: Kat McPhee or Taylor Hicks: who or who

131: Small town or Big city: i live in a city, but a town sounds nice tbh

130: Wal-Mart or Target: TARGET

129: Ben Stiller or Adam Sandler: what

128: Manicure or Pedicure: PEDICURE PEDICURE PEDICURE

127: East Coast or West Coast: i live on the west, so west

126: Your Birthday or Christmas: MY BIRTHDAY BC I GET TO PICK THE THEME !!!

125: Chocolate or Flowers: flowers die and give off the aesthetic but chocolates are delicious so both

124: Disney or Six Flags: i love disneyland it’s just SO EXPENSIVE and six flags is gr8 for the thrills, plus i currently have a pass so

123: Yankees or Red Sox: who? which sport is this[ Here’s What I Think About ]122: War: blehhhh no

121: George Bush: idk american presidents lmao

120: Gay Marriage: YES YES YES YES YES YES

119: The presidential election: ew

118: Abortion: i’ll allow it lmao, i don’t think it’s great, but ik people will still get it whether it’s legal or not so might as well legalize it. also some cases actually need it so like,, yea!! let it happen!! pro-choice!!

117: MySpace: never used it lmao

116: Reality TV: ew ew ew ew EXCEPT FOR COOKING SHOWS

115: Parents: mine or just in general? bc eh

114: Back stabbers: M U R D E R  T H E M 113: Ebay: lmao shipping expenses 

112: Facebook: haven’t used it in years, do use messenger tho

111: Work: i like wedding coordinating with my aunt!! that’s about all the work i’ve done, oh and i’ve babysat

110: My Neighbors: don’t know em, they probably think we’re crazy tho, always yelling

109: Gas Prices: too!! high!!

108: Designer Clothes: eh, clothes are clothes, and some clothes are ugly (a lot of times it’s designer clothes blehh)

107: College: i mean i guess

106: Sports: go team! hit the ball! score the points! woo

105: My family: dysfunctional,,

104: The future: nooooooooooooooooooo

[ Last time I ]103: Hugged someone: uhhhhh....

102: Last time you ate: uhm, around 4?? maybe?? it’s 7 now

101: Saw someone I haven’t seen in awhile: uh?? i never see anyone OH i guess on wednesday last week,,

100: Cried in front of someone: ???? idk??? i cry while everyone’s asleep usually

99: Went to a movie theater: last week !! um, thursday?

98: Took a vacation: uhh, february, early march? i went to ohio

97: Swam in a pool: uh, last monday 

96: Changed a diaper: um, not this year lmao, maybe last year tho idk

95: Got my nails done: ???? i dunno

94: Went to a wedding: last november?? or wait no,, uhm i dunno sometime recently lmao

93: Broke a bone: never! did drop one in water tho :/

92: Got a piercing: december!

91: Broke the law: ?? i don’t wear seatbelts when i sit in the back seat lmao

90: Texted: around two hours ago[ MISC ]89: Who makes you laugh the most: um,, my friends

88: Something I will really miss when I leave home is: MY KITTY BABY

87: The last movie I saw: missing link! the stop motion- i’m a wh*re for animation lmao

86: The thing that I’m looking forward to the most: changing my name, moving out, getting married & having a stable life :’)

85: The thing im not looking forward to: being stuck here forever and eventually kmsing due to stress and depression :’)

84: People call me: Kitty!! Kiki!! (birth name) karebear!! 

83: The most difficult thing to do is: exist within the same room as my mother without bursting into tears or storming off 

82: I have gotten a speeding ticket: nope

81: My zodiac sign is: Virgo! Viriborn for all you homestucks! and dragon in the animal one!

80: The first person i talked to today was: my dad :’) and then i messaged @deanilise even tho she was asleep 

79: First time you had a crush: uh, as far back as i can remember i had a “crush” on Daphne Blake :D but i was like a small child and didn’t know what love was so anytime i saw anyone who i thought was cool or pretty or i wanted to befriend i had a supposed “crush” on them :/

78: The one person who i can’t hide things from: i try to be pretty open, but sometimes i just wanna close off 

77: Last time someone said something you were thinking: yikes idk

76: Right now I am talking to: like talking to or talking to? for the first, just some group chats for the second, no one

75: What are you going to do when you grow up: i wanna be an artist! i would love to be a youtube artist, but i fear i’m not creative enough for such things.. i would also like to be able to tell my stories!

74: I have/will get a job: i dunno,,

73: Tomorrow: church

72: Today: overslept, did some chores, been online

71: Next Summer: hopefully i can go back to colorado to visit my brother !

70: Next Weekend: ugh, church activities & then actual church, as well as other easter festivities

69: I have these pets: baby kitty, and some dogs.... 

68: The worst sound in the world: FORK SCRAPING ON BOWL, ERASER SCRAPING ON PAPER, DOG’S SNORING, MY MOTHER’S VOICE WHEN I’M HAVING SENSORY OVERLOAD

67: The person that makes me cry the most is: my mother, she’s like the only person that makes me cry unless someone says they’re attempting and i can’t get through to them

66: People that make you happy: @onedirtysock @aliaitee @deku-is-tired @deanilise @awkward-scarfy-boi @fourth-best-jeanist @bnhaworld @bnhya @helloiliketits @trashyfxndoms

65: Last time I cried: last night oops

64: My friends are: (see 66) they’re all very nice & supportive which is amazing & i love them all dearly

63: My computer is: a MacBook air with a galaxy cover

62: My School: not in one but the one i’m gonna go to in the fall is just a community college

61: My Car: N/A

60: I lose all respect for people who: hate on anyone, racists, homophobes, transphobes, pedos, terfs, ableists, etc

59: The movie I cried at was: uh, i dunno, but i was crying abt futurama the other night

58: Your hair color is: orange-y with dark brown roots, supposed to be dyeing it soon :)

57: TV shows you watch: BNHA, HIMYM, Bob’s Burgers, TUA w/ @deanilise Futurama, The Simpsons, Fairytail, Runaway’s, Adventure Time, SVTFOE, etc

56: Favorite web site: Tumblr!

55: Your dream vacation: Ireland,, ofc i always dreamed of going to paris when i was younger, and Britain sounds cool too, & i’ve heard belgium is pretty && japan sounds fun && new york city sounds super cool as well so idk any of those places ig

54: The worst pain I was ever in was: uh, probably when i broke my arm, although i can’t remember it, i did used to get growing pains in my legs when i was younger & could hardly sleep so there’s that option as well

53: How do you like your steak cooked: medium or medium-well

52: My room is: messy, but it’s home & also warm

51: My favorite celebrity is: uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i dunno

50: Where would you like to be: idk, in my bed ig

49: Do you want children: yea! i wanna adopt!

48: Ever been in love: uh, i thought i was, but it was just an intense crush on this girl lmao

47: Who’s your best friend: already answered this lmao

46: More guy friends or girl friends: girls,,

45: One thing that makes you feel great is: laughing, music, & seeing my friends

44: One person that you wish you could see right now: any of y’all would be great tbh

43: Do you have a 5 year plan: survive 

42: Have you made a list of things to do before you die: lmao no, 

41: Have you pre-named your children: uh, i have names picked out that i like, but idk depends how young my kid is when i adopt them, and even then idk if i could bring myself to change their name uwu

40: Last person I got mad at: my mother,,

39: I would like to move to: IRELAND OR SOMETHING I DUNNO I WANT OUT OF THIS GODFORSAKEN COUNTRY

38: I wish I was a professional: artist!! youtube maybe!![ My Favorites ]37: Candy: hmm, i like smarties, m&ms, gummy bears, & sweetarts

36: Vehicle: uhh, vw beetles? WAIT NO JEEP WRANGLERS I THINK

35: President: uh idk

34: State visited: the one i live in lmao, California :)

33: Cellphone provider: idk a lot about them

32: Athlete: N/A

31: Actor: eeeeeeee

30: Actress: eeeeeeee

29: Singer: Case! Patrick Stump!

28: Band: FALL OUT BOYYYYYYYYYYY

27: Clothing store: Hottopic

26: Grocery store: N/A

25: TV show: Arrow! Adventure Time! (ripip) i haven’t seen Arrow in a long time tho so idk if it’s still any good...

24: Movie: Heathers!!

23: Website: Tumblr,,

22: Animal: CATS

21: Theme park: DisneyLand! it’s just sooooooooo expensive ;-;

20: Holiday: HALLOWEEN

19: Sport to watch: Soccer!!

18: Sport to play: none

17: Magazine: i don’t read them

16: Book: The Hunger Games 

15: Day of the week: probably friday or saturday

14: Beach: uh, maybe seal? or hermosa?

13: Concert attended: i’ve been to exactly one (1) and i didn’t enjoy it bc it was for Ariana Grande

12: Thing to cook: well you don’t cook them but, COOKIES!!

11: Food: Ice Cream!! Burgers!! Mashed Potatoes !!

10: Restaurant: In-N-Out probably

9: Radio station: 98.7 alt radio 

8: Yankee candle scent: uh i dunno

7: Perfume: Vanilla Bean Noelle from bbw

6: Flower: daffodils 

5: Color: pink! purple! green!

4: Talk show host: no

3: Comedian: Bo Burnham or John Mulaney

2: Dog breed: Retrievers !

1: Did you answer all these truthfully? yes!

here’s my baby for reference & for putting up with all that

[humanityinahandbag]

hotel transylvania 3: texting

 or: Ericka is thrilled to be added to the families official group chat. Unfortunately, Dracula hasn’t gotten this whole texting thing down

(Adventures in Family Texting between a small family of vampires and humans) 

Very short without much of an ending. This is nothing more than my tired excuse at writing practice and giving myself a good chuckle. Enjoy.

When Ericka’s phone dings sometime while she’s chatting to the Hydra about their lovely scales (”thank you so much, Captain, we do our very best”) she checks her phone, nearly bursts into unwanted tears, and excuses herself to lean on one of the lobby’s couches. 

Mavis: Hey, Ericka! Adding you to our family group chat! Let me know if you get this!

She’d never been a part of anything. The mundanity of a family group chat was so... boring in concept but left her warm and teary-eyed, and she swiped at her eyes. 

She was about to respond with some sort of long-winded, heartfelt thank you until three dots on the bottom appeared. 

Dracula: MAVIS WHY ARE YOU TEXTING ME

Mavis: We’re adding Ericka to the group chat, dad

Johnny: Sweeeeet 🙌🏼

Dracula: MAVY WAVY THAT’S A GREAT IDEA DID YOU TELL HER YET

Mavis: This is a GROUP CHAT dad. She’s on, now.

Dracula: ERICKA YOU’RE A PART OF OUR GROUP CHAT NOW

Mavis: Dad, she knows

Dracula: ERICKA. YOU JUST HAVE TO TYPE AND SEND IT AND EVERYONE SEES IT

Mavis: She knows how to use group chat, dad

Dracula: TYPE INTO THE BOX AND THEN PRESS SEND

Ericka: I know, honey. 

Dracula: THE SEND BUTTON IS THE BLUE ONE THAT SAYS SEND

Ericka: I know, honey, thank you.

Dracula: SHE FIGURED IT OUT MAVIS

Johnny: dude, you can talk to the people there, you know?

Ericka: I’m here, hon. You can talk to me. 

Dracula: MAVIS WHY AREN’T YOU ANSWERING ME ERICKA FIGURED IT OUT

Mavis: We all know, dad. 

She must have looked all colors of. crazy from the way she was chuckling down at her phone. She looked up. A few monsters gave her a look or two but went back to their newspapers. Ericka shrugged off the feeling of the awkward spotlight and looked back down at her screen. 

Her boyfriend (was that what he was? the term was almost strange and young, like she was still in middle school, mooning over some blonde haired scrawny boy, but it still managed to send little sparks down her spine) was savvy in the ways of most things having to do with hotel management. 

Tech intelligent, he was not. 

She typed back “Thanks for adding me” and waited. 

Three dots appeared at the bottom of the screen. 

Dracula: ERICKA MAKE SURE YOU DON’T SEND ANYTHING YOU DON’T WANT THEM TO SEE ON HERE THIS IS PUBLIC. 

Ericka: I know, honey. 

Mavis: she knows, dad 😑And you don’t need to keep using caps lock. 

Dracula: WHAT’S CAPS LOCK

A minute passed. She watched the dots appear, disappear, and then appear again. 

Dracula: HEY HONEY ARE YOU FREE TONIGHT I WAS THINKING YOU COULD TRY ON THAT NEW LINGERIE WE PICKED OUT

Mavis: Group chat, dad! Group! Chat!

Johnny: lol

Dracula: ERICKA THIS WAS A GROUP CHAT I ACCIDENTALLY TYPED INTO DON’T DO THE SAME THING I DID

Dracula: I THINK I FINALLY FIGURED IT OUT DO YOU WANT TO TRY ON THE LINGERIE TONIGHT

Ericka: Still group chat, honey.

Mavis: DAD.

Ericka pockets her phone, doing her best to swallow back the outrageous cocktail of embarrassment and hysteria. She made a note to try and teach the King of Darkness how to navigate his phone later. 

Maybe after that night. When she tried on the new lingerie. 

Mavis had grown accustomed, day by day (and sometimes hour by hour) with the presence of her fathers new significant other. And had made an effort to at least try and include the woman. 

And when she had, when the gates were opened, and when the invitations were extended, she found that Ericka... was actually pretty cool. 

She was actually really cool. 

The woman had been to nearly every continent, save Australia, and had navigated the seas for twenty-seven long years. “I started when I was fifteen,” she told the young Vampiress, who was going through the hotel menus for the week while Ericka sat beside her, stapling invoices to accounts. “My grandfather had me training before then, but we didn’t have the boat until I turned fourteen. So-”

“And you learned on your own?”

Ericka shrugged, slapping down the lid of the stapler with a thud. “I did a lot of things alone. The only thing he really helped me with was...” she squirmed, choosing her words carefully, “monster stuff. You know...”

“Oh,” said Mavis. The topic was rarely breached, though Ericka suspected it wouldn’t be long until the vampiress started asking questions. 

“But other than that...”

Mavis shook her head, shaking the memory of krakens and wooden stakes off her mind. “So what? You only learned on a cruise ship?”

“Oh, no. I learned on all sorts. Sailing, small schooners, rowboats, catamaran, fishing. I still own the cruise ship. Haven’t had the heart to sell it, yet, since cruise season is coming. Your dad and I are figuring out if I should go for a few months or not. I still have a small motorboat docked out somewhere near New York. I’m thinking of having it shipped here.” She grinned. “If I do, I’ll have to take you and Johnny out on some of the lakes. Sunrise on the water is to die for.”

Mavis, midway down the menu page, popped her head up. “For reals?”

“Sure!” Ericka flicked her hand. “Cruises are one thing. But small boat rides out? When it’s quiet and the sun is just coming up? Nothing more romantic.”

“Oh my god, that sounds perf-”

Their phones both buzzed. 

They looked down. 

Dracula: ERICKA I THINK I LOCKED MYSELF INSIDE MY COFFIN

Mavis slumped. “Didn’t you guys get a bed?”

“Yeah. But he likes the coffin when he’s freaking out, and you know the quarterly review is due tomorrow and...” she tapered off, already texting. 

Ericka: Honey, this is a group chat. What’s wrong?

Dracula: IM STUCK

Ericka: Yeah. Honey. I got that. But how

Dracula: I DON’T KNOW IT JUST HAPPENED

Dracula: SOS

Ericka sighed. “Put a pin in this,” she apologized. Mavis flashed a thumbs up. “I’m going to go save your father from himself.”

“Good luck,” Mavis called after her, going back to the menus. 

A few minutes later her phone buzzed again. There was a private text, from Ericka. 

Ericka: Your father accidentally slammed his coffin too hard. It got stuck. I’m trying to get him out. Can you call maintenence? 

Mavis: Sure.

Mavis put her phone down. And then she picked it back up, grinning.

Mavis: Can you send a video, first? 

Ericka: ...

Ericka: [Ericka has sent a video]

Mavis accepted the link. 

Dracula: MAVIS I KNOW YOU HAVE A VIDEO OF ME SCREAMING FOR HELP IN MY COFFIN 

Mavis: ... no?

Dracula: I KNOW YOU DO

Dracula: BUT I WANT YOU TO TEACH ME

Mavis: Teach you what

Dracula: HOW DO YOU VIDEO IN TEXT

Mavis: You don’t video in text, dad. You open the camera. 

Dracula: ...

Dracula: THIS PHONE HAS A CAMERA?

It took quite a bit to get Vampire’s drunk. Their hearts didn’t technically beat, and their blood didn’t really run, and so most of the chemicals that needed to get to their brains could only get there after said Vampire were absolutely and totally pickled. 

Wayne, Murray, Frank, and Griffin succeeded. 

The wedding of the Chupacabra had ended after 5 am, and though most of the guests had long gone back to their rooms, the boys had dragged Dracula along, claiming that a long overdue boys night. 

“Go,” Ericka had told him, waving him away with a yawn. “I’m gonna get to bed anyway. My feet are killing me.” He’d swept her into every dance there; the notion of watching slow dances from the side of the dance floor had been left behind, and he hadn’t stopped smiling since they’d finished swaying to the last Al Green song. 

He kissed her cheek. And then, looking behind him to make sure his Pack wasn’t watching, he leaned in and planted a kiss on her lips. 

The pack apparently was watching and chose then to let out a chorus of hoots. 

“I’ll meet you upstairs?”

“Remember to shut off the lights.”

And they’d taken him away, with little calls of “thank you, Captain!” and “we’ll have him back in one piece!” 

That had been three hours ago. Before they’d begun plying one another with beers. And then shots. And finally, when the sun was beginning to burn dew off the leaves, mixers. 

The zombie bartender handed Dracula another cosmo, while Griffin sucked the vodka out of the chunks of pineapple on his skewer. 

“God...” Murray slurred, sucking back a Sex on the Beach. “Le’me tell you somethin’. Y’all are soooooo lucky. With wiiiiives and relaaaaaationships-”

Wayne slumped down, grinning from ear to ear. He motioned for the bartender to refill his vodka tonic. “SOOOooo lucky,” he said. “SO SO lucky. I got kids. I got... got Wanda. God, she-she’s per -hic- perfect.”

“Mmmmm...” agreed Griffin, trying to stab his pineapple with the fancy umbrella. “Totally. Tot-a-lly. TOTES.”

Frank, half asleep on the countertop motioned weakly with his hand. 

Dracula poked at his cosmo sadly. He wasn’t drunk, was he? He could see straight (even if most of what he saw was doubles) and he still seemed to be able to use magic? He flickered his fingers experimentally. A shot of blue knocked over a chair somewhere behind him. 

Okay. So maybe not.

God? When was the last time he’d had this much to drink? He’d been stressed lately, with wedding planning and the hotels new wave of maintenance ever since the heavy Transylvanian summer showers had begun. His head gave a lovely thump thump and he rubbed his temple. It was stress that was causing the headache, he told himself. And not the six vodka tonics and seven cosmos he’d knocked back in the last two hours. 

Yeah. That made sense. Stress. Just stress. 

“‘M super luckyyy tooo” drawled Frank, head still on the counter. “Got... got a wife... She’s sooooo pretty.” He held his ears. “But loud.”

Griffin burped. 

Dracula poked his drink again, suddenly feeling lonely in all the talk of wives and partners. “Ohhhhh” he groaned, plucking at the cherry at the end of his tiny umbrella. “I wishhhhh I was luckkkkky too. Haven’ -urp- haven’ had someone since... since Martha an-”

“Drac!” Griffin tried to put his hand on the counts shoulder but ended up slapping it instead. “Drac you DO. Remeeeember? You have Eri-Ericka.”

Dracula sat taller. “Oh yeah!” he exclaimed. He swayed in his seat. “Ericka!” 

Frank popped up. “Ericka’s great!” he shouted before his head fell back down with a THUMP that made all the drinks jump in their glasses. 

Dracula nodded, ignoring the feeling of sea sickness in his gut. Was the hotel floating? He didn’t remember installing a lake? “She’s- she’s so so so so sooooooo great! She’s so pretty and nice and pretty and pretty-”

“So nice!” agreed Wayne. 

Murray nodded. “And she could kill you!”

“Which’s suuuuuuper hot,” said Griffin. 

“Totally hot,” mumbled Frank into the counter. 

“I shou-should text her!”

“You totally should.” Wayne pumped his fist. “Do it! Do it!”

“I’m gonna!” That was a good idea! Texting meant you weren’t drunk, right? Or stressed? Or absolutely out of your mind? 

Dracula took out his phone. “What should I say?”

“Use those faces!” Griffin said, glasses slipping off. “Girls looove those faces.”

“And compliment her,” suggested Murray. “Say she’s beautiful.”

“And could kill you,” mumbled Frank. 

“YES.” Dracula liked this idea. Dracula liked this idea a lot. 

Dracula: HEY HONEY SMILEY FACE

Dracula: THE BOYS AND I ARE STILL HERE SMILEY FACE

Dracula: THEY REMINDED ME THAT YOU EXIST AND I WANTED TO SAY HOW MUCH I LOVE YOUR FACE SMILEY FACE

Dracula: IT’S A GREAT FACE EVEN IF IT TRIED TO KILL ME THAT ONE TIME HEART

Ericka: ...

Ericka: ...

Ericka: honey... why are you texting me.

Mavis: what’s happening?

Dracula: BECAS I LOVE YOU

Dracula: OH HELLO MAVY WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE

Ericka: This is a group chat, sweetheart.

Mavis: Dad I was sleeping

Ericka: We all were. it’s 7 in the morning. 

Dracula: YES BUT I LOVE YOU SMILEY FACE

Ericka: Why do you keep saying smiley face and heart?

Dracula: BECAUSE GIRLS LOVE WHEN MEN USE EMOTION CONS HEART

Mavis: You don’t spell them you use the picture Just put a heart or a smiley face. 

Dracula: THERE ARE PICTURES? SMILEY FACE

Mavis: oh my god.

Ericka: ...

Ericka: text me again and i’ll actually kill you

Dracula: OKAY HONEY HEARTHEARTHEART

Dracula: ... 

Dracula: ERICKA I STILL LOVE YOUR FACe

Dracula: AND YOUR BUTT

Dracula: YOU LOOK GREAT NAKED

Mavis: Ericka, please kill him 

Mavis: I’ll give you the stakes myself

Ericka: 👍🏼I’m pretty sure I still have extras in my duffel but thank you, sweetheart

Mavis: No prob goodnight

Dracula: THATS SUPER HOT

Ericka: I’m locking you outside in the sun if you don’t stop 

Dracula held his phone close to his chest. “I just love her so much,” he choked. 

“Super hot,” said Griffin. 

Frank groaned into the counter. 

Dracula woke up with an earth-shattering headache. “Oh...” he mumbled. “Oh shit.” From next to him, Ericka looked up from her book. It was some adventure story with an explosion on the cover. 

“Yeah,” she said. “That sounds about right.”

“What did I do last night?” he rolled over, facing her, wincing in the light of her bedside lamp. His voice sounded too loud against the stone walls. “Did I die?” 

“No. But I almost killed you.”

“Oh,” he said. 

“And you drank a lot,” she said, going back to her book. “I’m pretty sure it was a bunch of cosmos. That’s what you told me when you came back.”

“I walked back?” He squinted, trying to remember. Or maybe trying to block out the light. When did the room get so bright?

“Mmmhm. Jumped into bed and woke me up to tell me that I was hot.” She turned the page. “And then you stole all the covers. You’re lucky I don’t keep stakes next to me.” 

He ignored the last part and rubbed his face. “I think I’m dead. I think I died, and now I’m dead.”

“Technically, you’re undead.”

“You know what I mean.” He pushed his hands against his eyes. “It’s been a long few weeks. Stress is doing me in.”

“This isn't stressed,” Ericka said into her book. “You’re hungover..”

He groaned, hiding his eyes in his pillow. “Vampires,” he remarked painfully, “don’t get drunk.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s not true. Because you were drunk.”

“Stressed,” he argued. 

“Stressed people don’t drunk text their entire families at 8 in the morning.”

He peeked out with one eye. “What?”

“Yup.” Ericka said, popping the P. “You spelled out emoticons. and then told everyone I looked good naked.”

Dracula stared at her like she’d told him the earth was moments away from destruction.  “I didn’t.”

“You did,” she said, turning the page again. “But please. Blame it on stress.”

He hid his face in the pillow and groaned. 

I’m sure that there are many more adventures in Vampire/Human Family Texting. 

But right now, these are the ones I could think of. 

Please, enjoy. 

[aurajitsu]

Broken Ever After

Summary: Reader and Bucky going through a break up.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of emotional/physical abuse, angst, PTSD, guns, some smut, not a happy ending.

A/N: First time writing, I needed to get things out of my head from RL. I know it got long for a one shot, just roll with it. So here goes...

Song: You Know I have to go- by Röyksopp

—-

“I just cant, not anymore. I’m sorry.”

He said to you right before he hung up. You had called him right before a mission, seeking maybe to make up with him-to let him know that to you still love him and always will.

You had seen the pain in his eyes, and had spent so much time trying to break through those icy defenses. Spotting him one day, walking along side a group of friends. He stood out from the rest, he looked tense and out of place. His hair draping around his face, hands in his jacket pockets. It was rare to see the the group of Avengers walking into a bar. You had gone out with friends that night and you were coming out of a bad break up when the group offered you and your friends drinks. You were surprised but delighted.

That night everyone was laughing and listening to the Falcons stories of their feats and adventures. Getting nudges from the Black Widow and embarrassed looks from the Captain.

You were only interested in the Winter Soldier, you sneaked glances at him. At those distant eyes. Holding his beer close but not drinking. You felt your heart flutter when he looked at you, he caught you staring and you had wanted to look at anything but him.

“Hey.” He finally took a swing at his beer. “Hi.” you replied sheepishly. His eyes now scanning you, “So what hell are you doing out tonight?” You let out a half sigh and laugh. “What do you mean?” Playing coy. “I mean -you aren’t enjoying yourself,” he caught you off guard and didnt realize he picked up on your mood. “Names Bucky.” He tipped his beer at you before taking a drink. “Besides, this doesn’t seem like your scene either.” True that you were just looking for a distraction, a way out of the sadness you felt at home. Everything reminding you of the guy that used you. But you put on a smile and became bold, what’s there to lose now?

“Im y/n, I’m looking to get drunk in good company-Maybe get lucky?”

You brought your beer up, clinking his and ugh you couldn’t believe you said that! He chuckled, small but sincere and it made a knot in your throat, as you swallowed some beer. You didn’t mean to fall for his clear blue eyes, but you did.

And that night your interest was sparked, he listened to your problems, and would comment very little. His smile making you melt a little bit more every time. Your friends had made a separate group, the avengers talking to each other, mostly leaving you two alone. You didn’t feel the hours pass by, not with him.

“Well doll, maybe you need to just forget about him. Men like that aren’t worth your precious time.” You smiled at his nickname for you, “You think?” “Yeah,listen, you’re worth- you cant just fall-“

“Hey, Buck!”

The Cap was signaling to get out of there.

It was late and they offered to take you home, once you realized your friends were gone.

It was a strange night, Sam driving you guys around. ‘Nat’ had asked for your number, “I’ll text you later, I want to make sure you make it home okay,” she said giving a sly smile at Sam and Steve.

Bucky staying silent most of the ride home. You were stuck between him and Nat in the backseat as you gave them directions. You didn’t mind sitting so close to him, you felt his warmth and it was comforting.

——

The next couple of days you had something new on your mind. By that point on Nat had texted you more and more, she kept to her word and had texted you since that night. She had asked curious questions, noticing most of it was from what she overheard you saying to Bucky. You were curious too, and would ask her about him. How was he? Deep inside you wanted to know if he asked about you. You always hesitated, and never pushed Nat for more, knowing that it was too soon from your previous relationship.

“You wanna go out with us?” Nat had texted you, you were thrilled thinking about seeing Bucky. Even though he didn’t like going out, Nat always seemed to pressure him into tagging along. You smiled and gave her a call. “What do you have in mind?—-great!—-Is Bucky going?” “Yup, lost a bet with Sam, so he’s paying for everything, I’ll see you soon-we’ll come get you!”

That night was the first of many. Bucky would always hold back a little but you always smiled at him. You’d make him laugh and make him participate in his friend’s silly bets.

One night you had all bet that Nat would get more phone numbers than Steve could, from the same girls in the club. “Oh common,” steve nagged but was eager to show off his skills, surely Captain America didn’t need introducing, “You’re on Steve,” Nat winked at him. Sam was exited to watch every bit of juicy action, so the trio had left you two alone.

You were now alone with Bucky, sitting at the table. You always spoke your mind, honest but kind. Bucky admired that about you, that your heart was always on your sleeve.

“So why haven’t you asked me out?” You had asked, as soon as the words came out, it felt almost like an accusation, and you were about to apologize. He was caught of guard, but quickly recovered, gave that smile you loved. “Is that what you want?”

You didn’t know what to say,”’Cause doll, I ask myself that question, everyday.” You almost spilled your drink as your heart skipped a beat.

Meeting Bucky, falling for him and eventually becoming a couple happened over a few months since first meeting. You secretly thanked Nat for keeping in touch with you, she even gave you his number but you never could call him until you were both official.

Fast forward to your first kiss, you were the one to initiate and it surprised him. You even thought that maybe he was slow to be affectionate was due to his Winter Soldier training.

You always had loved to plan your hang outs and Bucky always seemed happy to play along. Every smile he gave you, every laugh was like a breath of fresh air. You were happy when he brought you take out, when you hung out by yourselves, losing track of time just talking. Sharing details no one else knew about yourselves.

You were both so relaxed with one another. Watching movies to catch up with what he had missed. Both of you cuddling in front of the tv, leaning on him, your legs folded into you. You were too busy watching his blue eyes, his stubble just the right length. His breathing calm and steady, following the movie playing out so intently. You were watching him so closely you leaned in to peck at his cheek. He looked at you, “I just don’t get-“ But smashed into your mouth instead- as soon as he realized what was happening he leaned into you. His right arm wrapped around your shoulders, squeezing you. When you let go for air, you both stayed silent,”... I’m sorry were you saying something?,” you asked your face turning red. “No um-“ he was hiding blushed cheeks behind his hair. You looked at each other and laughed.

——

The day he told he loved you was after some argument over something so stupid. You honestly couldn’t name what it was. Bucky had heard you say it to him weeks before. You had always been vocal and supportive of him. Patient.

He would come by your apartment before and after missions, to share a chaste kiss and to hold you close before he left. “I’m gonna miss you doll.” Holding you tight him so you could only hear his heart beat, his breathing, words reverberating in his chest.

“Its only for a couple of days right?”

“Its an eternity for me doll.”

He made you giggle as he brought himself to your soft lips. Instead he tickled your sides,”Hey!” His eyes crinkling with that smile that made you melt,”don’t go anywhere doll, I’ll be back soon.” Meeting your lips and giving you a long wet kiss, biting his lip when his eyes opened.

“Y/n, I think I love you.”

Bucky wanted to hold your hand, kiss you, bodies so close, sometimes you’d lose yourself in his warmth. Nights right before a mission were the best, he would run his hands all over your body. Wishing your clothes would disappear under his fingers. “Y/n, you drive me crazy” he would whisper into you ears so close, the heat of his breath made you gasp quietly. And he’d squeeze you so greedily, around the thick of your legs, your breasts. He kissed you deep, and you felt a rush between your legs. He loved the noises he made you do, so desperate and just for him. He pulled down your top just enough for his tongue to meet you hardened nipples. Kissing, Licking and sucking until you couldn’t stand it, his flesh hand slid into your pants. Searching your aching folds, he put pressure and teased you, never entering you. “You’re so wet baby.” He undressed you and removed the clasps of your bra, pushing you gently until your shaken legs buckled against your bed. his hand slipping away, you whimpered when he wasn’t touching you.

“You want this babydoll?” His eyes dark with desire. “Yes,” you whispered and he climbed on top of you, pulling your wet panties off. Kissing your trembling body, he pulled his pants and boxers off, you watched as his large figure stood in front of you. His defined muscles, and scars that met his metal arm. He watched you closely trembling with lust underneath him and grinned. Kneeling between your legs, he pulled you closer to the edge of the bed. You whimpered again, catching you bu surprise. Your eyes and breathing only intensified as he held his tip and brushed it against your wet folds. “Bucky...” barely a sigh. You wished he wouldn’t tease you so much.”You want me babydoll?” He was teasing you, metal fingers sliding over your clit and up your breast, giving you a firm squeeze. The cold making you gasp quietly and deep. His flesh hand palpitating over your wetness and you wished it was his member instead.

“Bucky!” He pushed into you, and didn’t move, smiling over you, kissing up your neck so softly. His hands roaming your sides and teasing the tips of your breasts. He stared to move slowly, the sounds of your wetness only intensifying his thrusts.

You felt like heaven on earth and he wanted it all, growling and calling your name in your ear. You gripped his strong forearms, and held on because you couldn’t take it anymore. “Oh!” You moaned into his ear and it drove him crazy. You skin felt like it was on fire.

His grunting made you feel so wanted, so good, you met his hips with yours. You wavered and cried out as you reached your peak. He felt your walls squeezing around him, hot and pulsating. “Fuck, babydoll.” He gave you a few more deep thrusts and you could feel him twitching inside you, spilling his seed.

Nights to remember, he was always so passionate with you, he loved to make you squirm and moan his name. The defenses around his heart long gone with the warmth of your body.

—-

You started to notice small strange habits, at first you didn’t give it much thought. On his down time, or you went on dates with him. Sometimes he seemed lost in thought, or he would ask something from you twice. To repeat what he hadn’t heard, or forgot.

He began to have nightmares and so Bucky decided to move in with you, said he needed you that you were the only one to ease him. The compound felt too much like he was a soldier. Steve had agreed to give him some downtime from missions, and Bucky needed to clear his head.

He had told you his sleepless nights and described the faces he couldn’t forget, their last moments before he pulled the trigger. They haunted him, every single one, relived the times he was the winter soldier. And every night you talked to him, whispered reassurances, held him close. He would cry and struggle and it would break your heart. His friends would come by to check up on him, and he was just so tired of the trauma. He was afraid that he’d hurt you, became distant. Several times when he had truly bad nightmares he had pushed you off the bed, thrashing and struggling against a ghostly oppressor.

Bucky even tried medications, as his friends suggested but the serum in his veins made it wear off too fast. Often seeking for pain medications, convinced it would help if he took just enough. He could only rest after reliving his past, his heart pounding as you held him close. Over the months the chaos started to take its toll on you, but you were determined, hopeful that you could ease his pain.

“Am I worth all this?” One night he asked, holding you close, his furrowed brow gleaming with sweat in the dark room. You had sat up and woke him gently when you heard him struggling in his dreams. Stroking his hair from his face as he rested it against your chest. You had learned to catch him early before he became violent. “What do you mean Buck?” “Why are you so sweet?...to me?” You didn’t hesitate to answer,”because i love you.” “What if i hurt you? I’m so scared-y/n, I just can’t -“ “shh, shh, no i know, you wont.”

The insomnia would make him irritated and snappy, she had learned to let him be then. He would go for a run, or work out until his mood was better. Sometimes even turned that irritation into passion. Quick smacks on your rear, or hard thrusting in the bedroom. He held onto you tighter, even wrapping his fingers around your neck.

It was walking on eggshells, never knowing when he would be mad at you or at something insignificant. He grew irritable, and was often commenting, nit picking everything. “Did you cook this? Its fucking terrible,” words that stung. “Hey, do me a favor and stop moving my shit around.” “I was just cleaning.” “Don’t touch my stuff, how about you go make us dinner, yeah?” He was always mad at something, but he said he loved you. And you loved him too.

One night you were both being snappy at each other. When you fought, but you never pushed him, never said anything to regret it. He would though, he would tell you that he wasn’t sure what you were doing wasting his time. It hurt you to hear him say these things. He knew it did and would always apologize when he saw you well up with tears.

“Baby, i’m sorry, i didn’t mean-i-I’m just...” he would just hold you and apologize.

He confessed that he was confused, that he had never had someone so close. He feared opening up because deep down he thought that maybe you would betray him, would hurt him, would lose you. He began to put up walls again to protect himself and his heart from the world.

“Im scared because I love you.” Holding you close, kissing your hair as you sobbed into his chest. God you loved his scent.

At that moment you knew you would always stand by his side, no matter what. Determined to make him feel at home again. ‘We were happy’ you thought. ‘What happened?’

His mood only got worse over time and when he wasn’t mad, he was distant. You really tried, but it at all affected you too.

“Are you fucking STUPID?” One time bellowed at you, you were trembling and you felt your body tense up. “You thought I wouldn’t know?!” He was increasing the volume of his voice, you jumped at the sound of his heavy steps.

He was angry that you had opened your mouth, that you had mentioned something to Nat. That they had tried to interfere with your relationship. He had always told you, ‘what happens between us is personal.’

He trusted you, had told you that every time he opened the medicine cabinet, every time he cleaned his weapons. There was a millisecond that his mind pushed him, to taste all those pills, to taste the end of that barrel.

“WHERE DID YOU PUT THEM?!” “Baby, please.” “NO.-I..! FUCK.” He was flipping everything around him, pillows, clothes, even his coffee mug that you had bought him long ago. You had hid his pain meds, taken his guns away to Steve. Hidden it all away. “WHERE ARE MY KEYS!?” He found a bottle of pain killers and swallowed a handful and took a swing at a bottle of whisky. Something someone had gifted you over the years, it was on display because you thought the bottle looked classy.

“You don’t need your keys,” you were trying to calm him.”Where are you going?” He swiftly took steps toward you, raising his metal arm, he stopped when it gleamed under the sunlight.

“Don’t test me.” He growled low and so close to your face you could see him tremble in anger. He turned around and walked out. You didn’t move thinking he’ll come back, shaking and lost. When you finally got up you closed the front door and locked it. You picked up your phone, he had tossed in his rampage and gave Nat a call, and you cried when you heard her voice.

“He-he...” Tears running down your face. “Calm down, are you ok?! Where are you?!”

A day later, he came back and it was like nothing happened. You wanted to support him, show him you love him. He was quiet, but when he did give you kisses, you felt a little bit of hope returning to your heart.

But the kisses where few and his touch distant. He was numb and falling apart and you could see it.

Steve tried to step in, took Bucky out shooting, trying to see what he could get out of him. “Talk to me, Buck,” He would aim and fire, every shot wouldn’t miss. It just made him angrier, jaw clenching, till his mouth hurt. Steve handed him another magazine, Buck reloaded his handgun and aimed.

“I don’t know where the Winter Soldier ends, and Bucky begins.” He squeezed the trigger. Rounds going off, hot shells hitting flying over him. Steve was going to tell him that he shouldn’t feel guilty, but Bucky spoke before he could,”I know what you’re going to say... and I can’t be with her anymore.” Steve was caught off guard, “You’re dumping Y/N?” “Its best i don’t involve anyone-not anymore. Steve, I don’t want to hurt her, what if one day I lay a-“ “By breaking her heart?! Ah Bucky!” Steve gripped his shoulder, he wanted to support him but this he couldn’t do.

“The words-they’re still there Steve.” He placed the gun down, Bucky’s eyes meeting his. Steve knew what he meant, he knew he couldn’t go through that anymore. “I’m reaching my breakpoint, all this,” he gestured around the shooting range. “I-I’m numb, I don’t have anything here anymore.” He placed his hand on his chest.

“Alright Buck, you risk losing her-for good Buck,” Steve let his words sink into him. Bucky shook his head. “I-I want whats best for all of us-for her.” “By shutting yourself out? You’re being reckless Buck, you’re headed down the wrong path.” “I never left that path Steve.” He looked away. “I’m a ticking time bomb.” “Buck, are you sure this is what you want?” Bucky nodded slowly,”I’m reaching the end of the line.”Steve hesitated,”I think i know someone that can help.”

Bucky’s mind was made up, he was pushing you away. It was a long time time coming. He knew that he was going to end it and disappear from your life forever.

——-

“What?!” You were dumbfounded,both of you standing in the middle of the room. He was grim and his voice was low, but truth left his lips. You refused to hear his reasons, and clung to the one phrase. “I think we should stop this. End this.” He gestured between you too, the side of his face twitching where he clenched his jaw. Deep down you knew this was coming, you ignored the signs.

“I don’t want to hurt you, I don’t want to break your heart, doll.” And your heart sank as he went on, “I’m too broken to have a heart anymore, I can’t feel what you do for us. You’ve dealt with my highs and lows, you are on of my closest friends...” “What are you saying?” You gasped, trying to hold back tears. “I’m saying baby that I’m empty and you deserve someone normal, not me.” “But I love you.” “You shouldn’t have wasted your time, I’m sorry Y/N.” You put your hand on over your mouth, stifling your cries. He didn’t apologize this time, this time he didn’t hold you.

No more wrinkly-eyed-smiles. No more take outs in front of the TV. No more whispers in the night. No more coffee runs or lame jokes. To you it wasn’t wasted time, it was precious memories. Was he putting on a facade? For how long or since the day you’ve met?

“Please don’t go.”

“I’m sorry, baby. I just can’t.”

[theroytwins]

ok so i wrote this tiny fanfic because im hung up on rita x lea from netlfix’s rita and THERE’S NO CONTENT FOR THOSE TWO!!!! it’s not Bad but it’s also not Good and oh who am i kidding i’m only posting this for pip anyway lol It’s my first time writing anything (like, ever)

dig og mig (rated T)

It was Rita’s typical Thursday night. She was lounging on her couch-made-into-bed with a student’s essay on her hands, in the process of grading it, a beer on her coffee table. Running her eyes through the sentences, she abruptly gets caught staring at the same words over and over.

“You and I”. The words take her back to the night before with Lea. She’d never thought that particular scenario would happen. Never imagined Lea would ever forgive her for what she’d done. But that song, the booze, having Lea by her side again after so many years...that was taking her down memory lane in a way she had not anticipated.

A knocking sound breaks Rita out of her reverie. She puts the paper down on the table and gets up, wondering who could that be, since Hjordis is about the one person that would visit her and she knows Hjordis takes her mother-son bonding nights with Ranulf very seriously.

It takes her by surprise then, to open the door and see the object of her thoughts standing right in front of her, holding a bottle of Martini down in her hand.

“Hi.” Lea smiles slightly.

“Hi.”

“I told Martin I would go for a walk and…I ended up here.” She talks looking down to the floor, and Rita can see she’s genuinely embarrassed to have turned up at her doorstep. Lea being Lea.

“And that bottle of booze just turned up in your hand too?” Rita teases her while opening the door fully, allowing Lea to come in. If that was anyone else she would have been annoyed. Rita is not the kind of person that likes her past flings showing up unannounced but Lea has always been the exception to a lot of rules.

They settle down on the couch, and Lea straightens up. She blinks a couple times and opens her mouth but nothing comes out, trying and failing to explain what she’s doing here to Rita.

Rita goes for the Martini bottle, unscrews the top, and passes it over to Lea. “Maybe this will help? Words seem to come to you easier with a little alcohol in your system if yesterday’s any indication.”

Lea scoffs quietly but brings the bottle to her lips for a generous gulp, making a face after she swallows. “God, all these years and I never got used to the taste.”

“If you’re a lightweight you don’t.” Rita smirks.

“I’m not gonna try to deny that.” Lea smiles playfully, looks around, suddenly engulfed in memories of another night in an open field, her first bottle of Martini and the same girl. “I wanted to clarify what I said yesterday.”

“It’s okay if you didn’t mean it. You were drunk, you don’t have to explain.”

“Rita.” They lock eyes. That calms Lea down, grounds her. She takes a breath and starts again.

“I hope you know when I said we should try again, I meant we should try being friends. I have a husband and a kid and I…” Lea trails off, and her eyes, that were focused anywhere but on Rita’s face, finally come up to connect with Rita’s. “I don’t know. I just don’t know what to do.”

Lea can feel the tears building and that forces her to break the eye contact; she doesn’t want to cry in front of Rita.

“Lea...look at me.” Rita has always been the stronger of the two, the lead, the guide. She was the sun that Lea’s sunflower inevitably followed. “I don’t expect anything from you, really. I’m thrilled enough that you may even want me back in your life at all. I know it hasn’t been easy for you and I don’t intend to make it harder. So I’m here. However you want me.” Rita brings her hand to rest on top of Lea’s. “However you need me.”

Their eyes connect once more, and it’s magnetic and intense and so real. Lea can see in Rita’s face the pain and regret she carries around, enlaced with such openness and love, it becomes overwhelming after a minute. Lea nods almost imperceptibly, brings her hand up to Rita’s cheek and snuggles her whole body closer, finding solace on the crook of Rita’s neck, a more intimate version of what they did less than 24 hours ago at the bar. Rita throws one arm around Lea, her hand gliding up and down Lea’s back soothingly. Her other hand crooks underneath Lea’s knee, and, understanding what Rita wanted, Lea lifts both her knees up and puts her legs on top of Rita’s. It’s a familiar position for them, something they used to do all the time back in the day.

Lea’s hand moves to Rita’s hair at some point and she starts playing with it gently. Their breathing is the only sound in the room and Lea can smell Rita’s faint perfume mixed with her natural scent.

“I missed you.” Lea’s confession is merely a whisper, but in the silence of the room and the heavy meaning on her words, she might as well have screamed for the whole world to hear.

“I missed you too.” Firm and strong, with no hesitation. Rita is nothing if not honest, and that declaration’s been stuck in her throat since she was 15. I miss you. I screwed up. I’m sorry.

Lea’s head lifts up, but she gives no indication of moving away. She reaches out for the bottle, takes two gulps and puts it back. Looks Rita dead in the eye. “I wondered about you and other girls. Even after what you did, I missed you so much and I couldn’t stand to think about you and some pretty thing. I knew you would be with so many men. But I just...I couldn’t endure someone else taking my place.”

Rita is clearly taken aback, but as usual, she doesn’t miss a beat. “There was no one else.” She takes a deep breath. “It was never the same with anyone else.”

Something shifts then, and they’re so close, Lea’s eyes instinctively drop to Rita’s lips and back to her eyes. She’s met with a flash of awareness on those blue eyes, and her eyes move back to Rita’s lips.

Part of Lea wants to blame it on the alcohol, but the calculation and slowness of the act betray the truthness of her actions. Lea puts her hand again on Rita’s cheek, straightening up to match her in height and not make this uncomfortable. She moves painstakingly slowly, giving Rita every opportunity to run. And Rita doesn’t. Never did, never could. Not from this.

And then, after what seemed like the decades they spent apart, their lips finally meet. It’s exactly like their other kisses, quick, lips only. Lea breaks apart, as she usually does, and opens her eyes slowly, carefully.

Rita’s honest eyes are searching her own, looking for any sign of regret. There’s none. “Are you sure about what’s happening?”

“I’m not sure of anything when it comes to you. But I know I wanna be kissing you. Really kissing you.” There’s so many unspoken words in Lea’s words, but Rita understands all of them. I love you. You left me. You owe me this.

So Rita nods, closes her eyes and waits.

That night Rita finally finds out what kissing, properly kissing the woman she’s loved her whole life, feels like.

[gryewaren]

i was tagged in a couple of games this past week so i’m just gonna make one post answering them all because they’re fun and i have the time so here we go

rules: answer the questions and tag blogs you would like to get to know better tagging: (you can choose what game u wanna do or something lol or ignore if u want but i wanna know u all a bit better <3) @pcnsypcrknsn @polaroids @gansaey @twinminyards @henriettablues @adamparrishes @aridantes @ccress @dirkqently @mavenbarrow @donnattartt @perspective

tagged by: kahlia @monstrouss  ♥ 

nickname/s: kim

gender: female

star sign: cancer 

height:  5′2″ fuc

time: 1:37 pm, i don’t have classes rn which is a fucking miracle

birthday: july 21

favorite bands: mayday parade, pierce the veil, 5sos (yES), fall out boy

favorite solo artists: ed sheeran, sam smith, selena gomez, kaleo, niall horan, james arthur, lauv, lorde

song stuck in my head: laro by autotellic

last movie i watched: in the cinema? thor: ragnarok (11/10 recommend)

last show i watched: black butler, it’s an anime

when did i create my blog: created this one december last year

what do i post: lit, some films, and just anything i find pretty 

last thing i googled: "how to get rid of ‘index’ in photoshop”

do i have any other blogs: nah

do i get asks: what are thoooose

why i chose my url: bc i’m ronan’s bitch

following: 400-something

followers: 1,6k-something

average hours of sleep: 4??? 5???? most of the times i get around 3 hours of sleep bc the universe thinks i dont deserve rest

lucky number: seven

instruments: none

what am i wearing: a shirt and boxer shorts

dream job: a surgeon

dream trip: greece

favourite food: shanghai rolls???? hAHAHA

nationality: filipino

favorite song right now: midnight train by sam smith

tagged by: nicole @nhmesis  ♥ — Relationship Status: ???? — Favourite Colour: soft colors like rose gold, beige/nude, white — Lipstick or Chapstick: lipstick??? — Last Song I Listened To: queen by atronach’s aura — Last Movie I Watched: thor:ragnarok — Top 3 TV Shows: friends / big bang theory / yuri on ice (bc why not) — Top 3 Bands/Artists: mayday parade / ed sheeran / 5sos — Books I’m Currently Reading: the goldfinch

tagged by: shanaz @aphrocilles  ♥

name: karen nickname: kim height: 5′2 birthday: july 21 fave color: beige, white, rose gold 10 most played songs: wolves by selena gomez / the thrill of it all by sam smith / get you by daniel caesar / lie by NF / stranger things by kygo / nightmares by all time low / beside you by marianas trench / drunk by zayn malik / sleep tonight by december avenue / three cheers for five years by mayday parade 7 favorite movies: kill your darlings / the great gatsby / salt  / inception / call me by your name (even tho i still havent seen it) / the curious case of benjamin button / the hangover 1,2, and 3 6 favorites tv shows: im not a big fan of tv shows omg sorry 4 celebrity crushes: selena gomez / angelina jolie / tom cruise / timothee chalamet 1 thing that defines you: is it bad that i can’t think of anything

tagged by: ana @kerahs  ♥

nicknames: kim gender: female sign: cancer height: 5′2 time: 10:56 am birthday: july 21st favorite bands: mayday parade, ptv, fob, 5sos favorite solo artists: ed sheeran, niall horan, sam smith song stuck in my head: HIM by sam smith last movie i watched: thor:ragnarok last show i watched: black butler when did i create this blog: december 31 2016  what do i post: mostly the raven cycle, all for the game, and six of crows. some ya lit edits and the occasional aes posts what did i last google: latin translation (bc of that maggie reply on one on the posts of her tweet) other blogs: deleted them all lol but i used to own vxalentino and hemmosbitch do i get asks: i wish following: 380 followers: 1,669 babes  ♥ average hours of sleep: 3-4 hours??? on school nights lucky number: 7 instruments: zero what am i wearing: fuck im still in my pajamas favorite food: uhm???? last book i read: the goldfinch (but i havent finished it yet, that still counts right?) 3 favorite fandoms: trc, aftg, and yoi

tagged by: victoria @neiljostnss  ♥ 2ND RULE: bold the statements that are true

APPEARANCE: I am 5'7" or taller I wear glasses I have at least one tattoo I have at least one piercing I have blonde hair I have brown eyes I have short(ish) hair My abs are at least somewhat defined I have or have had braces PERSONALITY: I love meeting new people People tell me that I’m funny Helping others with their problems is a big priority for me I enjoy physical challenges I enjoy mental challenges I’m playfully rude with people I know well I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it   There is something much I would change about my personality ABILITY: I can sing well I can play an instrument I can do over 30 pushups without stopping I’m a fast runner I can draw well I have a good memory I’m good at doing math in my head I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute I have beaten at least 2 people in arm wrestling I know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch I know how to throw a proper punch HOBBIES: I enjoy playing sports (i used to, sigh) I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else I have learned a new song in the past week I work out at least once a week I’ve gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months I have drawn something in the past month I enjoy writing I do or have done martial arts EXPERIENCES: I have had my first kiss I have had alcohol I have scored the winning goal in a sports game I have watched an entire season of a TV show in one sitting I have been at an overnight event I have been in a taxi I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year I have beaten a video game in one day I have visited another country I have been to one of my favorite band’s concerts RELATIONSHIPS: I have a crush on a celebrity I have a crush on someone I know I have been in at least 3 relationships I have never been in a relationship I have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them I get crushes easily I have had a crush on someone for over a year I have been in a relationship for at least a year I have had feelings for a friend MY LIFE: I have at least one person I consider a “best friend” I live close to my school My parents are still together I have at least one sibling I live in the United States There is snow right now where I live I have hung out with a friend in the past month I have a smartphone I have at least 15 CDs I share my room with someone RANDOM SHIT: I have breakdanced I know a person named Jamie I have had a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce I have dyed my hair I’m listening to one song on repeat right now I have punched someone in the past week I know someone who has gone to jail I have broken a bone I have eaten a waffle today I know what I want to do with my life I speak at least 2 languages I have made a new friend in the past year

[lostghosts]

“answer 30 questions and tag some blogs you would like to get to know better.”

@fabulouslittlefox tagged me and i’m thrilled about it ty 💖💖

1. nicknames: S (otherwise i dont rly have one lmao)

2. gender: confused and confusing

3. star sign: capricorn

4. height: 5′1″ barely

5. time: 8:21 pm

6. birthday: Jan. 9th

7. favourite bands: All Time Low, Hedley, Mariana’s Trench, Hands Like Houses

8. favourite solo artists: Owl City, We Should Whisper!, Don Vedda

9. song stuck in my head: rn nothing thank god

10. last movie i watched: ....no clue lmao

11. last show i watched: Lost? i watched an LP last night tho

12. when did i create this blog: hell if i remember. july? like 2012? 

13. what do i post: everything. lotta wallpapers recently tho

14. last thing i googled: “what colors look good with red” (lmao fox)

15. do i have any other blogs: nyope. i’m still considering making a simblr and cc blog tho

16. do i get asks: uhh rarely. i think im scary?

17. why i chose my url: i would die for PVRIS plus that one quote about feeling more ghost than human

18. following: 791

19. followers: 357

21. average hours of sleep: usually about 6. 

22. lucky number: zodiac number i think is 1

23. instruments: violin briefly

24. what am i wearing: pjs!

26. dream job: honestly? architect or marine biologist or zoologist or cultural anthropologist lmao. im studying psychology rn tho and im pretty into that too. not clinical tho

27. dream trip: literally anywhere

28. favourite food: pasta 

29. nationality: American

30. favourite songs: oh boy okay. Man-Killer by Hedley, Naivety by A Day To Remember, LA Devotee by Panic! At The Disco, Whipped Cream and Go-Getter Greg by Ludo and reflect by Hands Like Houses to name a few lmao

gonna tag @floractao @teamrtist and @acindra