#ts: volunteer work

[acourtofswiftiesandshadowdaddies]

AFTERGLOW PT 1

charlie bushnell x reader

warnings: fluff, smau

fc: isabella sermon

summary: you and charlie star in the afterglow mv

a/n the 30 pic limit caught upto me so pt 2 is here

liked by ynln, iamcharliebushnell and others taylorswift surprise coming your way tonight 🤭 🩷 ps there’s gonna be cats!!!!!!! view comments

user34 NEW ALBUM???? ➔ taylorfanpage dude i don’t think so it’s coming out tonight 😭 yn.ln 👀 ➔ iamcharliebushnell 👀 ➔ sabrinacarpenter 👀 ➔ honeymoon 👀 ➔ gracieabrams 👀 hearts4yn low key why is the aesthetic so lover tho queentay CRUEL SUMMER MV?? ➔ taylorswift close but not quite

liked by percyjackson, rickriordan and others celebnews yn ln has been confirmed to star in pjo season two as silena beauregard comments are closed

liked by iamcharliebushnell, leahsavajeffries and others yn.ln working in multiple projects>>> view comments

leahsavajeffries SO EXCITED TO SEE UUUUU ➔ yn.ln SAME BAEEE dior.n.goodjohn MULTITASKING QUEENN ➔ yn.ln SAYS YOU walkerscobell not u quoting my book ➔ yn.ln since when was it ur book?? ➔ walkerscobell im an og fan ➔ yn.ln last time i checked i’m older so i’ve known the series for longer ynloml IS THAT TAYLOR SWIFT IN THE FIRST PIC hearts4yn TAYLOR AND YN????

hearts4yn they’re literally dating ynfan i got butterflies watching this pjofan UM THE KISS HELLO??? taylorfanpage wish they were an offscreen couple user56 🤩 fandomedits NEW CLIPS TO EDIT???? ynismywife IN LOVEEEE user07 my three favourite people fangirl best onscreen chemistry goes to… ➔ynmyfav and offscreen ➔ lovepjo they’re not dating?? are they? ➔ charlie&yn she’s been posting a guy who looks a lot like charlie

liked by iamcharliebushnell, taylorswift and others yn.ln their first acting job was with the TAYLOR SWIFT??? view comments

ynloml stars of the mv right there hearts4yn they literally stole my heart the first time i saw them aryansimhadri i think i like ur cats more than i like u ➔ yn.ln valid 😔 iamcharliebushnell i love your cats ➔ yn.ln thought you were more of a dog person? ➔ iamcharliebushnell i can change for you 😉 ➔ yn.ln 🤭 taylorswift you should bring them around more ➔ yn.ln will do 🫡

liked by taylorswift, iamcharliebushnell and others yn.ln lil photo dump from the past month 😘 view comments

iamcharliebushnell I GOT A FEATURE??? ➔ dior.n.goodjohn you got three acc and i got none ➔ yn.ln ILL DO A POST WITH JS YOU IN IT BBG walkerscobell i’m literally so pretty user45 taylor is literally so gorgeous ➔ yn.ln realll ynloml SOMEONE NEEDS TO CAST CHARLIE AND YN IN A ROMCOM PLSSSS ➔ yn.ln that’s the dream

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liked by iamcharliebushnell, leahsavajeffries and others yn.ln lil blue appreciation post cos i’m in pjo 🤪 view comments

hearts4yn i bought her the flowers 🤭 ➔ iamcharliebushnell erm actually they were from me 🤓 👆 ➔ hearts4yn CHARLIE ??? HELPP ynismywife that looks a lot like charlie in the last pic🤨 walkerscobell i got forced to take the last pic ➔ iamcharliebushnell u literally volunteered ?? leahsavajeffries ONE MORE WEEK TILL WE SEE U ➔ yn.ln YAYAYAYAYAAY user02 that underwater kiss is so pjo coded user56 miss js finished working with taylor swift and now is in pjo LITERALLY ASPIRE TO BE LIKE U ➔ yn.ln omg ur too kind

ALL THE REP TV EASTER EGGS IN THE NEW AFTERGLOW MV !!

The first image shows a graveyard that we saw in the background when actors Charlie and YN were walking down a path, it’s the same one from the LWYMMD music video. When they were on a date at Olive Garden (which was included in NBNC and this song has a rep feel to it) YN’s phone has new year’s day playing and one of the rings on her hand is a snake ring. The black and white colour scheme of the heart on the building is the same as the reputation colour scheme. The TS written in the sand was first thought to be a Debut (Taylor’s Version) hint but after the overpowering reputation hints perhaps it means reputation (Taylor’s Version). There was a bracelet in the background of YN and Charlie’s kiss in the mv (which took place in YN’s bedroom) where in the background there was a black bracelet among the pink colour scheme that said “REP”. The paper on Charlie’s desk littered with kisses from YN had lyrics to So It Goes… on it.

NEXT ARTICLE: ALL THE CLUES THAT SHOW CHARLIE BUSHNELL AND YN LN ARE DATING

a/n stop i loved writing this

[imagines-for-the-fangirls-soul]

Yavin-4 Boy - Poe Dameron

A/N: I've been bopping to London Boy lately (always?) and have been itching to write, AND just recently rewatched the entire SW saga, so behold, this creation. Hopefully you'll see me more regularly, but we all know how that goes.

TS Prompt #3: London Boy

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader Word Count: 1.9k Synopsis: Poe begins to wonder if life on Yavin-4 is enough for you.

When the alarm goes off before the sun has even risen, you let out a groan of annoyance. Not that the alarm should surprise you. Since moving in with Poe after the defeat of the First Order, this had become routine for the two of you.

Where you are all grumbles and large stretches, Poe is up at the first chime of the alarm. He leans over to wrap a strong arm around you, and like always, you try to coax him to stay in bed for a while longer. Only occasionally do your temptations work.

This morning is not one of those mornings.

After kissing you at least twelve times, Poe reluctantly pulls from your embrace and heads toward the kitchen. He shuts the door behind him, knowing full well that you will fall back asleep.

Because that, too, has become habit for the two of you.

When Poe rises early, the first thing he does is start up a pot of your favorite tea from Naboo. By the time the scent drifts to your bedroom, the intoxicating smell is enough to coax you out of the sheets.

There is a mug steaming on the counter when you step into the kitchen. You take a healthy sip, feeling the warmth travel to your stomach. You hum happily and hear Poe laugh.

"I don't know how you make this so much better than me," you say as he passes behind you, smacking your ass.

"I've had lots of practice. You might be better at it if you ever made it," he teases with a grin.

"Hey, I make it in the afternoons, sometimes. You've just got the morning tea shift."

"A position I happily accept," he says as he kisses your forehead.

"When do you have to head out?" you ask quietly.

"Half an hour."

"Will you be back in time for drinks at Finn's?"

"I'll be sure to. Wouldn't want to miss the Frantxis beer."

"Well of course," you say with a laugh, wrapping an arm around his waist, "Who would ever want to miss Frantxis beer?"

"A fool."

"Precisely my thought." Your humor dims for a moment. "Be careful?" you say quietly.

"Always," he says, his dark eyes locked with yours. With a hand on his cheek, you pull him in for a kiss that lasts much too long. For this, too, has become part of your every day life.

You fell in love with a man with a strong work ethic, something he learned from his parents, from his years spent working on their farm. Even though the fight with the First Order has officially ended, Poe's loyalty to the Resistance hasn't.

When there was a former First Order base that needed to be destroyed, or a former convoy that needed breaking apart, Poe was the first to volunteer.

And he knows the strain it puts on you. He knows the anxiety that comes over you when he leaves. But it's a integral part of him, one that he cannot fight, even if he tried.

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

The mission this time around is a simple one. Chances of running into any severe danger are low.

Poe arrives to Coruscant to speak to the Senate. They have been asking for a member of the former Resistance, and now the Reformed Republic, to address the Senate.

Peace was tentative, it always was. With his speech to the Senate, they hoped to work it into their propaganda, to let former First Order controlled planets know that it was safe to go back to the freedom they had known before.

Poe enjoyed the change of pace, but when he finds himself done for the day in the early afternoon, he faces a choice. He can return home to you early, albeit empty-handed. Or he can return home a tad later, and bring you an elaborate gift.

Poe was under no impression that life on Yavin-4 was easy. When he wasn't taking off with the Republic, he was helping his Dad on their farm. And on the days he was off-planet, you were there helping.

You had grown up in a life of luxury: fancy dresses, decadent food, elaborate parties every night. None of which, Yavin-4 was in excessive possession of.

After the reformation, after your marriage, Poe had asked where you wanted to live.

"With you," you had said plainly. Poe began to laugh and explain himself, but you cut him off. "I know what you meant, and my answer remains the same. Wherever you are."

So you had settled onto Yavin-4, and left behind the life you knew before.

Poe has one of the million cruisers of Coruscant fly him to a nearby shop. When he steps inside, he doesn't even know where to start. The surrounding walls are stuffed with elaborate outfits, arranged by color, all different kinds of fabric ready to swallow the shop whole. On the tables filling up the sales floor, are shoes, bags, and jewels on top of jewels.

He isn't sure where to start.

His attention first clings to the dresses coating the walls. It's been so long since he's seen you in something ridiculously fancy. He touches a soft purple dress that looks and feels like it's made of water, but when he thinks about you wearing it, in the damp forest that is Yavin-4, he laughs.

There is a reason you don't wear all the gorgeous gowns that fill an entire closet of your home. Your wardrobe these days consist of the same utilitarian type of stuff the rest of the planet wears.

Poe wanders over towards the shoes, but again, can't imagine you wearing them instead of your battered work boots.

The tables full of jewels beckon to him next, and they are overwhelming to say the least. The only piece of jewelry that Poe consistently sees you wear is the wedding ring he gave to you a year back.

A necklace catches his eye just when he's about to give up. It's a small pendant on a gold chain. The pendant itself is a black circle, and at it's heart is your home planet of Naboo. Poe knows before he's even touched it that this is the perfect gift for you. He knows that Yavin-4 is completely different from your home, but if you have a piece of it with you--

"Anything I can help with?" the sales representative asks, interrupting his train of thought.

You are pulling on a black sweater when you hear the X-Wing land in the yard. You glance at the clock in surprise. You weren't expecting him for at least another hour. You finish fussing with your hair and walk into the living room just as BB-8 and Poe enter.

"Hey," you say, hugging Poe. His embrace of you is tight. "Did something happen?"

"What? No, I just missed you," he says, before kissing you.

"How'd it go today?"

"Politics is never really my thing," he says. A non-answer.

"Do you want a drink?" you asked, already walking towards the kitchen. There is something different about his demeanor, and you fear there is something he isn't telling you.

When you hand the glass to him, he sighs before taking a drink. He must feel you studying him closely, because he looks up at you with a laugh.

"What?" he asks.

"You tell me."

"I just missed you," he says, wrapping an arm around your waist.

"I missed you, too," you say, and kiss him again. When you break apart, it's his turn to study you closely. You wait a moment, hoping he'll tell you what's gone wrong, when he says the last thing you ever expected him to.

"You're happy, aren't you?"

"What?" you ask in disbelief.

"You're happy?"

"Yes, why wouldn't I be?"

"You don't miss all the fuss of life in Naboo, or crave the hustle of Coruscant?"

"What happened today?" you ask.

"I was just reminded of what you've given up, to live here with me."

"I haven't given anything up--" you begin, but Poe cuts you off as he paces towards the living room.

"Come on, this place is nothing like Naboo. The dense trees, the farms, we're miles away from any civilization," he says, running a hand through his hair.

"You said you only needed to be with me, but after seeing all that you're missing, all the nice things that you can't have here, I . . ."

"Poe," you say, walking towards him. He is shaking slightly as you put your hands on his arms. "I love Yavin-4."

"I know--"

"Let me finish, please. I love Yavin-4. I love that we get up at the crack of dawn every morning. I love how quiet it is here. I love going to your Dad's and drinking his insanely strong moonshine.

"I love farming with the both of you. I love that we have to travel so far to get our food, and that it tastes better than anything we could ever get in a city like Coruscant.

"I love that it's almost always just the two of us. I love this cabin, how we can have sex as loud as we want, because there's no one to hear for miles." He lets out a breath of laugh at that.

"I love that I had to learn all 53 rules of Primagge, and that when we play, I usually end up throwing the cards. I love that when I go into town, I usually end up hearing stories about you.

"I love that our friends come to visit, and that we have room for them. I love that you are teaching me to fly, and that BB-8 sits at the dinner table with us most nights.

"But mostly, I love you. And you are who you are because of Yavin-4. You are Yavin-4 through and through, and I wouldn't change a single thing. Believe me, if I wanted to put on one of those gowns, I would, and I would show this forest style like it has never seen. But I don't need those things anymore. I'm just happy here with you."

Poe takes a moment before he replies. Well, before he takes you in his arms and kisses you dramatically. You are both laughing as he tips you a little, but when he rights you, there are tears in his eyes.

"I love you so much, and am so incredibly lucky."

"You are," you say simply. He walks over towards the leather jacket he threw on the couch.

"So," he says, "Given all that you just said, this might seem like a stupid gift, but I saw this when I was on Coruscant, and I couldn't help myself."

He brings over a jewelry box and when you open it, you find a pendant, with Naboo emblazoned on it. It takes your breath away for a moment, and you see Poe smile.

"I figured you should have it, so even if we stay on Yavin-4 forever--"

"Don't threaten me with a good time," you interrupt, making him laugh.

"So even if we stay here forever, you'll still have a piece of home with you."

"Now who's the lucky one," you say quietly. "I love it."

"Here," he says, taking the necklace. You turn and he clasps the necklace close around your neck. He spins you back around and examines it. "Beautiful."

"It is."

"Not who I meant."

He pulls you into his arms, kissing you deeply. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him close. Even the taste of him is home. You wouldn't change a single thing about the life the two of you live, the life you fought so hard for.

"You are my home, Poe."

"And you're mine."

[planetwaynez]

Mastermind

Jason Todd x GN!Reader

Notes: I was in a mood and TS was playing so I just wrote what I was feeling. Hope you all enjoy it!

WARNINGS: This is inspired in the song Mastermind by Taylor Swift. Talking of loneliness, heated kisses, implied smut, Canon violence I guess.

Jason was always a mastermind and when he first saw you he knew he needed to have you. He just didn't knew you were just like him.

No one wanted to play with Jason when he was a little kid. And he got used to it until he entered the world of wealth and super heroes; He wanted to be loved, seen and wanted to be special. So Jason started skimming his way through life.

And then, he died. He suffered and came back from the dead and had to be good at skimming himself through the world. He was alone again, and this time he wasn’t aiming at being loved and special, he was aiming at being feared and respected. 

It worked. Jason became a mastermind at making people feel the way he wanted them to feel. 

Until he moved to one of his safe houses, a little apartment next to the crime alley, to lay low for a while but he wasn’t planning on skimming his way into your heart. It was only natural that he fell for you. 

You were his nice, cute and smiley neighbor. The one that always said good morning and walked the stairs because you were scared that the old, cheap elevator would stop working with you inside, again. 

The one that always seemed to be doing something. Working, reading, helping others. He couldn't help it. He had to have you, all to himself.

So he got close to you. Talked to you every morning, until you were doing volunteer work together in the shelter next to your building. Next thing he knew, you were everywhere. You were going out together on the weekends, going to the gym together and having dinner at your place every wednesday. 

But Jason didn’t realize that you were the one skimming your way into his heart and under his skin. Since the moment you first saw him, you laid the groundwork so he would approach you, and like clockwork you waited and waited, until he was under your spell. 

You always thought he was beautiful, you also knew he would be beautiful inside. You just needed to have him.

Just like Jason you have been skimming like a criminal since you were a little kid. No one wanted to play with you when you were a kid, you were always alone. You saw in his eyes that he was, somehow, just like you. 

So you smiled, said good morning to him everyday and always took the stairs, even though the elevator was faster and you hated stairs (and elevators). You made sure to always be around him, helping others in the same room as him, so he could see that you were open to talk to him whenever. 

You watched, amused, him fall in your trap. You could see in his eyes that he thought he was the one trapping you. Perhaps he was, with all his charm and witty remarks, trapping you too, putting you under his spell.

The fact was: you were both masterminds, waiting for each other, like if there was an invisible string tying  you two together. Forever. 

You smile, watching Jason on the bar, getting your favorite cocktail. The music is loud and this is probably the first time you came to a nightclub willingly, and you only did it because Jason never went to one, not to have fun, at least. So since you decided to travel together  to Greece to celebrate your two year anniversary, you suggested going to a nightclub and just enjoying yourselves. 

He puts your drink in front of you, and Jason is also smiling; After all he was in Santorini with his love, celebrating something that always seemed impossible for him. But now he sees it wasn’t impossible, he just needed to find you. 

“Enjoying the night, love?” He asks. Jason’s eyes are shining and he can’t stop looking at your face, mapping all of your reactions.

“Yes!” You say loudly, leaning in his direction, always seeking his touch and warmth. “I think Santorini might be my second favorite place on Earth!” 

You can’t stop yourself, not with him, always running your smart mouth and saying everything that comes to the front of your mind. 

“Why second? Where is the first?” Jason asks, sensing a flirty answer coming from you. He wasn’t wrong. 

“The first…” You say, getting up and sitting on his lap, his hands instinctively went to hold your waist, to bring you closer to him. “...is in our bed, with you”

You giggle, hiding your face on the crock of his neck, alcohol already hitting your system. Jason smiles, laughing at your antics, holding you tighter. 

“I have to agree with you, love” 

“In everything I said?” 

“No, my second favorite place on Earth is definitely the Cliffs of Moher ” you crunch your nose, but understand him, the Cliffs of Moher are also beautiful and you think it suits him and his beauty. You think that the green and blue of  Moher suits his eyes. 

You feel that warmth on your chest and you kiss him. His lips are soft and he tests like alcohol and strawberries, you lean in opening your lips and letting him in as always. Jason holds your waist with one hand and the other caresses your cheek, he can feel his heart beating fast, reminding him that he's alive and that he is happy. With you.

He breaks the kiss just to kiss your cheeks and your forehead, to look into your eyes and he understands. Understands everything, since the first look you shared to this one right now. It was all destined to happen. 

You were meant to be his and he was meant to be yours. 

The music is loud, alcohol is everywhere and it’s a hot summer night in Santorini however you only have eyes for each other. Your eyes on his and his on your eyes. Nothing was accidental. It was all by design, but neither of you could pinpoint if it was your design, if it was his design or if it was by fate's design. But here you are.

Both of you. Alive, smiling, with glitter on your cheeks and a light on your eyes. You are masterminds. 

You belong to each other. 

“I want to go back to the hotel” He says, gripping your tight. He wants to have you closer, there is only a amount of time Jason can have you on his lap clothed. 

“Me too” you say, kissing his jaw, feeling it flex under your touch. “Take us back to the hotel, Jace”

You went back to the hotel, and in the luxurious hotel room you felt each other everywhere. Like always, being intimate together  felt like coming home. 

“I love you” He says, playing with your hair. 

“I love you, always and forever” 

Both of you smile, wide, big and soft; Neither of you feel alone anymore, now if feels like home all the time. 

[collecting-stories]

King of my Heart - Jay Halstead

Request: Hi! Can i request King Of My Heart with Jay Halstead?❤️ 

A/N: I just really like the idea of Jay with like a firefighter s/o. I think I've written like two other fics with him and a firefighter s/o, pretend they're all interconnected lol.

TS Anthology Series | One Chicago Masterlist

...is this the end of all the endings?...

Dating with your schedule was not easy. Finding time to actually connect with people outside of work was next to impossible, especially since you’d taken on some paramedicine shifts for Sylvie on your days off from the Firehouse.

While you were trying not to rush into things or make any assumptions about whether dating was the correct term, you’d been spending a lot of time with Jay in recent weeks. You’d volunteered to help at a city garden that Trudy helped organize and he’d been there too and you’d both sort of clicked (at least that’s how you described it to Stella later on because you were too hesitant to admit that Jay had pretty much stuck to your side that whole day and asked you for drinks immediately after).  

“I just don’t wanna like...move too fast.” You explained, pulling your shirt over your head and fixing your hair, “like, okay...what if it’s just supposed to be like a casual thing and I make it this big thing in my head that it isn’t? Then I feel stupid and I can never show my face when he’s around.” 

“Listen, if it’s casual, he’s the one who should feel stupid. You’re a total catch,” Stella replied, always ready to be your cheerleader when you were feeling insecure about something. “You are a total badass, you’re on Squad. You don’t need some guy and he’s lucky you’re giving him the time of day.” 

“I wouldn’t go that far.” 

“I would!” Stella insisted, “you don’t need him, don’t feel like you need validation or something.” 

“I don’t. I’ll admit I’m okay single but, it is kinda nice having someone...I don’t know, want to put in the effort after a long shift. I mean, it’s not like we have easy jobs.” You replied, grabbing your duffel from the bench and slinging it over your shoulder. “I guess I just want some clarification. Are we dating? Is he thinking this could be something more serious? Is he even looking for something more serious?” 

“Are you?” She deadpanned as you both made your way out of the locker room. Most of the other third shift had left already but Stella had hung back with you while you showered, mostly to listen to you have a mini-crisis over your budding relationship with Jay.  

“I feel like I could be.” You shrugged, “that sounds stupid but like, sometimes I just look at him and think like, yeah I could do this every day of my life. That’s really fucking scary Stella...like...” 

You trailed off as you made it out onto the driveway and saw Jay’s pickup parked out front. He was standing there on the passenger side, leaning against the truck and when he saw you he smiled. Stella nudged your ribs playfully before giving you a silent wave goodbye and heading to her car.  

“Hey,” you called out as you got closer, “don’t you have work?”  

“Caught a double yesterday, just got off like an hour ago.” Jay replied, “Figured if you don’t have plans this morning you might wanna get breakfast?”  

“Oh my god yes, I’m starving,” you said, letting Jay take the bag off your shoulder and toss it in the back of his truck. “Herrmann has a new candidate and he offered to make dinner last night-” you shuddered and Jay laughed. 

“That bad?” 

“Terrible! And we ended up getting a call anyway so basically...no dinner.” 

Jay shot you a sympathetic look over middle console, “Shit baby, I’m sorry.” 

You felt yourself warm up at the sound of him calling you baby. You weren’t much for pet names but somehow hearing the word out of Jay’s mouth squashed all the worries you’d been keeping close to your chest.  

- 

“Jay!” You whispered, trying not to laugh and draw anyone’s attention, though most everyone in the house was asleep at this hour. Aside from Herrmann who had gotten stuck on night shift and was currently trying to keep his eyes open to reruns of Lets Make a Deal in the common room. He had ears like a hawk though and you knew he’d come snooping if he heard commotion. “We’re gonna get in trouble.” 

Jay smiled against your neck, placing another kiss there before responding, “I don’t work here so technically...” 

“Well don’t get me in trouble then!” You replied, unable to stop a laugh from escaping this time as you bumped into the washing machine.  

It was nearly one in the morning when Jay had shown up at the firehouse, texting you and telling you to let him in the back door. He’d just gotten off work and you still had six more hours on shift but it was officially your six month anniversary and he was surprisingly sentimental. Although you weren’t sure that making out in the laundry room like two horny teenagers was exactly sentimental.  

You didn’t get much time to consider anything at all because the siren went off, the overhead voice alerting the firehouse, “Truck 81, Engine 51, Squad 3, Ambulance 61.” 

“I have to go,” you insisted, pulling away, “Jay, I have to go.”  

“I know, I know.” He let go of you, stepping away so you could head out to the apparatus. He followed behind you, careful to stay out of the way, stopping at the Squad table. 

“I knew I heard something!” Herrmann laughed, walking through the double doors with Ritter, “Sneaking around the firehouse like a couple a kids!”  

You did your best to ignore Herrmann as you geared up, stealing one more kiss from Jay, “I’ll see you after shift?” 

“Yeah, I’ll pick you up.” 

“Get in the rig lovebird!” Tony called out the window and you rolled your eyes before climbing up into the back with him and Capp.  

You couldn’t resist a last glance out the window as you pulled out into the street, Jay standing there with his hands in his pockets, watching you and grinning. By the time you got to the fire, you’d be clear headed and ready to work but until then, you’d let yourself be a little lovestruck.  

[visual-raven]

MINECRAFT METAVERSE! (Grian development)

Ok, timeline: Yhs/ts -> evo smp -> hermitcraft -> life series

Since all worlds are, say, connected, I like to think that Grian had a rough childhood (yhs/ts). Iiterally unhinged af- and the watchers ate that shit up! But after the events of yhs/ts he took the time to grow up and get the help he needed. Thus evo smp era. At this point, he is much better of a person. Still having some outbursts and acting like a toddler but better than before. Obviously, this is when the watchers make it known that they exist. Grian still kept in touch with taurtis after high school but not Sam. Which is why he summoned him. He missed his friend. Of course, going through the events of evo smp blah blah blah, Grian becomes a watcher sjhrjfjfjnfm- NOW after Grian knows what watchers do and such he reflects on himself more. Everything that has happened within yhs/ts and Evo smp. Now He won't give them the negativity they want. The time is hermitcraft s6. He joins, and this point is the Grian we know and love (except that he is a little hesitant to make friends at first). He doesn’t want to give the watchers any entertainment.. few seasons go by, and the watchers haven't been all too entertained with any of these smps. I mean, they made Grian a watcher in hopes he would further push negativity, right? The watchers want their old Grian back, now is the time they create a death game called 3rd life. Grian was painfully aware of this decision and wanted to stop it. He volunteered to play in this game to try to stop it from the inside, but he fell right into the watchers trap. Then, near the end of 3rd life or literally any life series, he resembles how unhinged he was in yhs/ts. The watchers got what they wanted. Since the watchers eat all negativity to a "reset" (aka new life season), Grian keeps on trying to stop it but fails every single time. He doesn't have his pessimistic side to tell him that this isn't going to work. It's a cycle that he can't break.

BOOM GRIAN DEVELOPMENT!

Ask any questions about this plsss! At this point in time I haven't watched all of yhs/ts (only childhood memories and rewatching it rn) or evo smp (I'll get back to that eventually). I really want to go in depth with a possible watcher Samgladiator, but I want to finish the series to determine that.

[tsunflowers]

The members of the now defunct Good Job Media apparently just uploaded subs for Kaguya-sama season 3 episodes 12 & 13 to the cat site, with the following messages

12: "GJM might be dead, but we’ll still finish what we started. We cut some corners on the typesetting, but it’s still the same staff, still the same quality. Enjoy."

13: "First Kiss Never Ends maybe one day. I wouldn’t count on anytime soon. Volunteer to do TS and it’ll happen sooner. Marriage OVA soon, though."

(note: "[The] First Kiss Never Ends" is the kaguya movie/4-episode mini-series taking place after season 3)

immensely funny to quit and then keep going anyway. maybe working on subs without the commitment of being a proper group with a website will be more enjoyable for them

[a-whispering-echo]

For the art request, So if you've seen underverse, you know the thing fresh did to ink (like possessed him), what if he did a similar thing to nightmare

If you don't feel like drawing that one, then perhaps just a simple Dream instead?

heya, im doing the first drawing, but ts just not coming out how i want it to, so in the meantime, have a simple dream sketch

sorry its taking so long, irl ive started doing some volunteer work, and its completely exhausting me, but im gonna keep at it because its good for me, just - for someone who hasnt left the house for more that 2 hours in 4 years, its a lot haha, and i spend a lot of time just napping and relaxing cus im just so drained mental and physically lol

ill get round the the other drawing at some point <3

[growthgoddess]

Can I ask you how’d you’d write or imagine a Totally Spies crackship story (but first, SFW or naughty?)

Hey thanks for the Ask!

If I were to post it here in Tumblr its gonna be somewhere near the SFW side given that I dont want to get deactivated 😅 I can upgrade it with the naughty bits when I post it in my Patreon.

If I am going to write a TS episode, I'm going to up the stakes by having Ulrich Wernerstein, Diminutive Small, and Olga Bittersweet get broken out of jail by an unknown benefactor. They band together and release a new addicting food product which slowly tuns women into hulking giants.

This will be just a quick synopsis for now.

The gang is summoned by Jerry and they try to round up the frenzied giantesses along with the other WOOHP agents for backup.

They eventually split up and track down to capture all three villains. Slowly getting clues to find out who the mastermind is.

It is to be revealed that their unknown benefactor is Ella Engorgio, a CEO of the company who distributed the food and is a battered wife who seeks to empower women.

Ella, now cornered by the spies and a squad of WOOHP agents, grabs a concentrated dose of the formula and drinks the entire bottle. Her body twitches and she laughs. She rises up higher and higher, tearing her clothes and revealing a stretchable body suit underneath.

She outgrows the building and the spies have to escape it without getting crushed by her body.

When they escape, the muscular giantess emerges from the rubble, but is now addicted to the stuff. Ella rampages through town to attack her own factory and eat more and grow even bigger. The spies try to stop her to no avail.

Sam then tries to resort to synthesizing a similar chemical as the formula to stop her using one of their gadgets.

Britney arrives on time to volunteer herself to be the giant to fight off Enormous Ella, and she drinks the vial. She grunts in pain as her purple jumpsuit tears apart and grows to Ella's shoulder height. By now, the evil CEO had breached the factory and has begun eating, growing bigger by the moment, even her expandable suit can no longer keep her modest.

But then several other giantesses, including a hulking Mandy, emerge from the city's chaos coming to eat the stuff as well. They fight Ella over the food, but she slowly overpowers them. Britney struggles to stay in control, but is able to fight it with the help of the spies.

A car soon arrives with Jerry coming out, he is also joined by Ella's husband, horrified by what he created. He tries to command her to stop this, but she sees him and begins to rage. He whimpers and hides in the car.

A chase ensues as Jerry tries to lead Ella away from the city, but she is fast, very fast despite her hulking physique.

They pass through a tunnel and she just plows right through it. But this gives Britney and the spies enough time to catch up with her. Britney tries to grapple Ella who is almost twice her size now, and Alex flies near her mouth to apply a synthesized antidote that Sam was able to make with Clover's idea.

It works and the other WOOHP agents fly around the city and cure the giantess plague.

[possibly-in-wonderland]

and now: various twd oc's ive created throughout the years (will add on as time goes by)

raised by stray dogs, adopted by humans (loved i love lucy), volunteered at animal shelter. apocalypse started, released the shelter animals, started a new pack, reverted to her old ways but this time with human aspects. her pack contains dogs and random children she has found. is introduced just before the war with the saviors after getting caught in a bear trap (carl aids her, she gives him something to "summon" her should he need help, this object is passed on to Judith). she gets close to Lydia and even takes up for her multiple times. very philosophical. (my personal favorite, will talk more about her)

(au where someone gets sucked into twd universe but as a cat, unable to talk). lorenzo "enzo" (actually started writing this fanfic, never finished it). very protective, sticks close to the kids. tactical cat. maine coon. no one seems to notice that he hasn't really aged since being introduced in the second episode despite the many many years passing. almost gets eaten (both by walkers and humans).

9-year-old raised on a healthy dose of tank girl, swears enough to make a sailor blush, has kicked negan in the balls a couple of times. has a yellow-naped parrot she found screaming "DON'T FUCKING SHOOT!" in someones house. idolizes princess. very much dresses like tank girl, even attempts to cut/shave her head like her. introduced in second episode, capable with weapons of mass destruction (or less)

CRM-Made robot that i cant remember the name of because i never wrote it down. they no longer work for the CRM, and they hide what they really are by using heavy clothing. (might change them up)

Human pretending to be a robot (lol)

speaking of tank girl, what if the rippers were in twd (lmao, i joke...maybe)

WTS-Patient #9 (an ozzy osbourne reference right there) aka Mister Badger. kinda dead, kind of alive. was a test subject for a wildfire virus cure, his DNA was one of a few that was unique. something happened, his fellow ts (test subjects) went into hiding before dispersing. He looks like a walker, but is very much capable of cognitive thought. trans (ftm), was able to get both top and bottom surgery. his real name is Bernard. spy for the coalition to get info on the whisperers, got caught up in the hoard and only made it back after beta was killed. mysteriously disappeared after the commonwealth caught everyone. wore/wears a badger mask to hide his decaying facial features. all things said, his blood could not be used as a cure.

What happens if gen z was part of twd and vine/TikTok happened earlier in time? You get Z, a chaotic gen z who roller skates around sanctuary and sings easy street while doing a handstand. Could also recite the llama llama duck song or Wendy's cussing song if asked. Her "boyfriend" is a walker she dresses up and keeps on a chain (kinky lol)

[shellyseashell]

BREATH OF LIFE

Notes: this entire fic wouldn’t exist if it weren’t for these next chapters so <3

Masterlist

Warnings: blood, death, violence, intrusive thoughts (briefly), anxiety, guilt

Act 2 - Guard

21: split

LEVANA WASTED NO TIME IN FIGHTING BACK. As soon as their video aired, it seemed, Levana had sent out a video of her own, of her and Kai claiming Cinder was a violent criminal and she was not Princess Selene. It grated at all their nerves, but no one could shut it off, and they had no idea how either of the videos were being perceived, so they had no choice but to continue on and hope something would come of it.

They had worked through the night. Two runners had returned that morning, sharing news that the guards had been restrained in neighboring mining sectors, and they would join Cinder when she marched on Artemisia. Others had spread messages through mines, lava tubes, and maglev tunnels to confirm Cinder was Selene. 

When they regathered later today, Cinder planned on splitting them into teams to gather medical supplies (which Ling had volunteered to help with), watch the maglev platforms, gather food, watch the guardhouse, and ransack the mines for weapons and tools. Wolf, Ling and Aminah would teach basic combat, and Ling had volunteered to help train gifts with anyone who wanted to, though the idea made her feel physically sick. 

They had gathered around a holographic map of Luna, determining how they would lead the siege. Wolf showed them what routes he thought they should take, with Ling confirming them and informing them on the guard rotations, to make sure they wouldn’t get caught. Or at least, some of them wouldn’t be, though they had decided to come from all directions so Levana had to stretch her forces thin. 

“We should avoid Research and Development, and also Technical Services,” Wolf said, pointing at two sectors near Artemisia. “Most people there will be Levana supporters.”

“RD-1 seems easy enough to get around,” agreed Cinder, spinning the map to get a better view. “But TS-1 and 2 are right in our path if we’re going to hit these agriculture sectors on the way.”

“We could split up,” Ling offered. “Send everyone one way while a smaller team gathers people from the agriculture sectors.”

“Too risky,” Thorne said. “If you were captured? No guarantee you’d make it out okay, and we’d loose the agriculture sectors. What if we barricaded them? Trapped everyone inside. We could get through, and it would stop anyone from sneaking up on us from behind.”

“That might work,” said Cinder, “but what do we have to block them?”

“Doesn’t this sector manufacture building materials?” Scarlet pointed at GC-6: General Construction. “Maybe they have something we can use.”

Cinder turned to one of the miner’s gathered with them. “Can I appoint one of you to look into that?”

He clapped a hand to his chest in a salute. “Of course, Your Majesty. We can take some of the mining carts to transport the materials too.”

Ling felt a chill each time someone called Cinder Your Majesty, like she expected Levana to stop out of the shadows and kill them all. She kept waiting, for her own hand to betray her and slice her throat open. It never did.

Wolf stiffened, and Cinder asked, “What is it?”

Wolf started to shake his head, paused, and frowned. He turned his gaze towards the window. “I thought I . . . I smelled something.”

Ling’s blood ran cold.

“What sort of something?” Cinder asked, her voice tense.

“I can’t place it. There are a lot of bodies here, a lot of scents. But there was something . . . . Someone is near. Someone who was also on the rooftop of New Beijing.”

Guards. It was the only possibility. If only they hadn’t waited to set up a guard rotation.

Iko grabbed the portscreen and shut off the holograph.

A shrill scream echoed through the streets below, and Cinder raced to the window, pressing herself against the wall. Thorne plastered himself next to her. Aminah grabbed Ling’s hand, giving it a squeeze. Ling pulled her close, letting Aminah wrap her arms around her as they approached the windows themselves. 

Ling was sure she had never seen so many guards in one place. Never. There were at least half a dozen Thaumaturges as well, and Ling couldn’t spot Kalise. Not for the first time, she wondered what had happened to her. Because of Ling. Because she was a traitor, and she had killed Jerrico, and now she was helping a rebellion.

The most terrifying part of it all was Thaumaturge Aimery Park, standing on the edge of the fountain Cinder had stood on only hours before, wearing a white jacket, because of course he was Head Thaumaturge now.

There were too many guards. They kept pouring out of the narrow streets, too many to quell a simple uprising. Which could only mean one thing — they knew Cinder was there. 

They dragged people out of their homes, forcing them into uniform lines around the fountain. The man who had been beaten by the guards. The woman who had stockpiled her rations for years and had offered to give them all to those who would be fighting in Artemisia. The boy who had trailed after Iko all morning, looking absolutely in love.

“They’re rounding up everyone in the sector,” said Maha. “No doubt they’ll search these buildings too.” She stepped back with a fierce expression. “You all should hide. The rest of us will give ourselves up. They might not search these upper floors if they think everyone is accounted for.”

Cinder said, her voice hoarse, “They wont stop looking.”

“Then hide well.” Maha hugged Wolf, and then she was gone, just as the door on the first floor banged open. The other miners followed as if they were one collective mind.

Ling pulled herself closer to Aminah, as if she could melt into her, as if Aminah was her hiding place.

They listened to the guards shouting orders, to Maha telling them they were unarmed and coming down voluntarily. Then they were being shoved towards the crowd in the square with guns at their backs.

Scarlet gasped. “What about Winter?”

Ling cursed. They had left Winter at the house, thinking it would be safest for her. But now, there were hundreds of guards, and no one protecting her.

“I can go,” Iko said. “They won’t be able to sense me like they would any of you.”

Ling wanted to go with her, but she knew she couldn’t. She’d get them caught. Aminah seemed to know this, because she said, “I’ll go with you. You should have backup, in case anything goes wrong.”

Ling wanted her to stay. She knew Winter’s safety was more important, but some stupid, selfish part of her wanted Aminah to stay. She couldn’t lose Aminah too. But she couldn’t lose Winter either.

“Be careful,” said Cinder. “Sneak through the loading bay.”

Aminah pulled herself out of Ling’s hold. “I’ll be back.”

“Be careful,” Ling said, her voice pathetically weak. 

Aminah gave a small smile. “You too.” And then she and Iko were gone. 

Ling moved closer to the others, feeling like some vital part of her had just been cut out. Scarlet wrapped an arm around her, but the real comfort was knowing they were too high up for their bioelectricity to be sensed. 

Aimery started speaking. He wasn’t yelling, but his voice echoed off the factory walls just the same. “Residents of Regolith Mining Sector 9, you have been gathered here to face the consequences of your unlawful behavior. In harboring and aiding known criminals, you are all guilty of high treason against the crown.” He paused, letting the words settle. “The sentence for this crime is death.”

Ling couldn’t breath. She had seen countless executions before. There had never been this many at once.

There were over two thousand residents, and forced to their knees, they lined the streets as far as she could see. He couldn’t kill them all. He couldn’t reduce so much of Luna’s labor force. He couldn’t.

Her hand twitched. She should be down there. She should be lined up, ready for her death.

Aimery stood on the fountain, two guards flanking him, and Ling was aware of how similar it was to how her, Cinder, and Aminah had stood. 

They had to do something. They had to do something. They all were armed, in one way or another. They could take out the guards and Thaumaturges, but that would give away their location. Aimery would use the sector residents as shields.

“However,” said Aimery, “Her Majesty is prepared to offer you all amnesty. Each one of you will be spared. All you must do is tell us where you’re keeping the cyborg.”

They had to give up Cinder. That was all they had to do, and they would be safe. Ling knew someone would, because at one point, she would have too.

Cinder shoved a knuckle into her mouth to keep herself from screaming. 

“You cannot go out there.” Scarlet’s whisper was harsh. 

“I can’t let them die for me.”

Wolf jerked Cinder away from the window, glaring down at her. “No one is dying for you. If anyone dies today it will be because they finally have something to believe in. Don’t you even think about taking that away from them now.”

“If you die,” said Ling, “the revolution dies too.” They would have nothing to believe in. They would have their hope taken away again. They could only handle so many failures before they gave up.

“But I can’t—”

“Cinder, get yourself together,” said Thorne. “You are the heart of this revolution. Ling’s right. You give yourself up, and it’s over. Besides, Levana will probably kill all those people anyway to make sure this doesn’t happen again.”

A gunshot made Cinder yelp, and Wolf clapped his hand over her mouth, but she threw herself at the window anyway. 

A man’s body was sprawled at Aimery’s feet. 

Aimery scanned the faces near him, smiling pleasantly. “I will ask you again. Where is Linh Cinder?”

Everyone kept their eyes pinned to the ground. No one spoke. Maybe Ling had underestimated them all. Maybe now that they had something to believe in, they were willing to sacrifice themselves for it.

Cinder pressed her hands to her ears. Scarlet pulled away from Ling and wrapped her arms around Cinder, tucking her face into the crook of Cinder’s neck. 

Aimery signaled to a woman seven rows back. Another shot. Another dead body. 

This was worse. This was so much worse than deaths by their own hand. At least then, they would know when they would die. 

She should be down there.

“All it takes is one person to tell me her location,” said Aimery, “and this will all be over. We will leave you to your peaceful lives.”

Ling’s vision blurred. She should have been down there. 

Thorne took Cinder’s hand, wrapping his other arm around Ling. She fell into his chest. Wolf stood on Cinder’s other side, forming a barrier around her. 

Aimery pointed at the boy who had been smitten with Iko. 

“No!”

Aimery held up a hand. “Who was that?”

A girl a few rows behind they boy was crying hysterically. “No, please. Please, leave him alone.” She couldn’t have been much older than Ling herself. The boy’s sister, she assumed. 

A few people gave the girl betrayed looks, but Ling couldn’t blame her. She would have done the same thing in her position. 

“Are you prepared to give up the location of the cyborg?” Aimery asked.

“Maha Kesley,” the girl stammered. “The cyborg was being housed by Maha Kesley.”

With a flick of his fingers, Aimery made the guard aiming at the boy lower his gun. “Where is this Maha Kesley?”

Maha stood before she was betrayed. “I’m here.”

Wolf took in a shaky breath, and Ling shared his pain. Had her mother been this brave? She knew her grandmother would have been. 

“Come to the front,” said Aimery.

Maha stood straight as she walked to the front. She didn’t tremble like so many had before their execution.

“What is the number of your residence?”

Maha gave it, and Ling had never been more scared for Aminah. Is this how Aminah had felt the night of the wedding, knowing she was in danger, but there wasn’t anything she could do to save her?

Aimery gestured at the captain of the guard — someone new, who Ling didn’t recognize — and a Thaumaturge. They stepped away, signaling for additional guards to join them. 

Aimery returned his attention to Maha. “Have you been sheltering the cyborg Linh Cinder?”

“I do not know that name,” said Maha. “The cyborg I know is named Princess Selene Blackburn, and she is the true queen of Luna.”

The crowd rustled. Chins lifted, shoulders squared. Maha had reminded them what they were risking their lives for.

Aimery smirked, and they watched as Maha raised her hands above her head, grabbed her right thumb and yanked it back. They heard the crack and Maha’s cry, and then Ling stepped away from the window. It took her a second to realize Cinder had forced her, Thorne, Scarlet, and Wolf to step away from her. 

“Cinder, don’t—”

“It’s the people’s revolution now. Wolf, you’re coming with me. I’ll keep your mind under control but not your body, just like in Artemisia. Thorne, Scarlet, Ling, stay here and target Aimery and the other Thaumaturges, but don’t shoot unless you have a clear shot, otherwise you’ll just give away your location.”

“I’m coming with you,” said Ling before she could think it through. Cinder opened her mouth to argue, but Ling added, “I’m not standing aside and watching when I could help. Not anymore.”

Cinder couldn’t argue with that, and Ling felt Cinder wrap her concentration around her mind as they rushed down the stairs. 

“I have to, Wolf,” Cinder said as Wolf growled. Outside, they heard another cry of pain from Maha. “I can’t do nothing.”

“He’ll kill you.”

“Not if we kill him first.”

They reached the bottom, and Cinder pushed open the factory doors. Maha screamed again. Three broken fingers. 

“Here I am,” Cinder bellowed. “You found me. Now let her go.”

In unison, the guards swiveled, pointing their guns at her, but no one fired. 

Aimery grinned. “So the imposter has finally graced us with her presence.”

She clenched her fists and started towards him. Wolf and Ling followed. “You know very well that my claims are true. It’s the only reason Levana is so determined to have me killed.”

They reached the front row of civilians. “You came here for me, and here I am. Leave these people alone.”

Aimery cocked his head. “Imagine how differently this could have gone,” he said, stepping off the fountain, “if you had chosen to claim the minds of these people before our arrival. Instead, you left them adrift on the ocean of their own weaknesses. You turned them into targets and then did nothing to protect them. You are not suited to be a ruler of Luna.”

“Because I would rather my people know freedom than constant manipulation?”

“Because you are not capable of making the decisions a queen must make for the good of all her people.”

“The only people,” said Cinder, “who have benefitted from Levana’s regime are the greedy aristocrats in Artemisia. Levana is not a queen. She’s a tyrant.”

Aimery bowed his head, like he was agreeing with her, and maybe he was. “And you are nobody at all.”

“I am the true ruler of Luna.” The words fell flat, because surrounded by so many guards, with so many people at Aimery’s mercy, she wasn’t much of a queen.

“You are a child playing at war games, and you’re too naive too see you’ve already lost.”

“I’m surrendering to you,” she said. “And if that means I have to lose so these people can go free, so be it. What you don’t seem to realize is this isn’t about me. It’s about the people who have lived in oppression for far too long. Levana’s rule is coming to and end.”

Aimery smiled. Opened his arms to the crowd. “Let it be known that on this day, the imposter princess surrendered to Her Majesty the Queen. Her crimes will be dealt with swiftly and justly. However, I promised that your lives would be spared if anyone were to give up the cyborg’s location. It is a great shame no one came forward sooner. I do not like being kept waiting.”

A shot fired. Maha fell to the ground. 

Wolf inhaled sharply, and Ling held back a cry.

Another gun fired, this one farther away. Aimery stumbled as his thigh soaked through with blood. Another shot hit the fountain. They were coming from the factory.

Wolf roared and lept foward. The nearest guard blocked his path, but he was too slow to shoot, and Wolf batted him away and rushed for Aimery.

Ling struggled to pull out the gun she’d stolen from a guard as the miners were forced to turn on them. She got out one shot, but she didn’t know if she’d hit anyone. 

Then she was on the ground. She kicked the person’s feet out from under them and used the momentum to pull herself to her feet. A guard rushed at her. He soon fell, blood soaking his uniform.

It took only one person to take her down, and she cursed her small size. A large man pinned her to the ground, and she couldn’t breath. The man’s eyes shone with regret as he was forced to keep her down, as he was forced to pull the gun from her hand. She was reminded her arm was not fully healed, because she was pretty sure it was bleeding again. 

“The shots are coming from that factory,” said Aimery, standing above them. “Send a team to search it, and bind these three before they try anything else.”

Her arms were pulled behind her, and she let out a yelp of pain. She was pulled to her feet, her knees buckling. Everything felt numb. 

Ling glanced around, and met Cinder’s gaze. Cinder’s eyes latched onto her arm, confirming that the wound had been opened again. 

She didn’t let any emotion show as the two of them and Wolf were forced to their knees in front of Aimery. She would not be afraid. Not anymore. 

I’m sorry, Aminah.

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[hinatastinygiant]

Chapter Forty

Feniseca Tarquinius Eruca

Pairing: Haikyuu!! x Fem!Reader

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OSAMU'S P.O.V.

Way before I met Y/N, when the world was normal, I was a volunteer firefighter like I told her. Though I'm sure nobody ever believed me when I said that, there's not much more that I can do than tell you my side of my life story.

Growing up, my brother was always my biggest rival. Though we'd fight, we'd quickly get over it and move on. We pushed each other to be the best we could be. And that is, well, until I no longer heard from him.

It was almost like he didn't want me to know anything about his life. Maybe it had to do with the reason why he went to jail, I'm not really sure. But it was like a switch was flipped. I went from seeing him almost every day to never hearing from him again. But I did what I thought was right, and let him be. Messages that were left on read were deleted and conversations were removed. I figured he wanted nothing to do with me, so I left it at that.

I still continued my life. I went to work every day like it was normal, but over time I became so tired of doing the same thing over and over. I began to feel as though a piece of me was missing. But I kept on going because putting out fires was the only way I could keep myself from going crazy.

"Yo," one of my coworkers whistles at me as he waves a hand in front of me. I had hardly forgotten I was eating my lunch in the breakroom. "What's up with you lately, man? It's like you're some kind of ghost."

"I'm sorry," I shake my head as I pack up my half-eaten sandwich. "I just got lost in my thoughts."

"Yeah, you do that a lot. Hey, what're you doin' after this? Wanna go out a grab a drink?"

"I don't know," I respond with a straight face as I shake my head.

"Well, what else are you gonna do? Work out for the hundredth time this week?" he laughs.

"That was the plan," I shrug as I place my sandwich into my lunch bag.

"Aw, come on. Let's go hang out tonight. Drink's on me." When my coworker grins like an idiot, I look up at him and see my brother staring back at me in his reflection. The two of them have a lot in common. Perhaps that's why I always sit down beside him even though he annoys the shit out of me a lot of times.

"Fine, fine. I'll go with you," I smile softly.

"Yes!" he shouts happily. "Thanks man, you won't- "

"As long as you buy me two," I interrupt before he gets too excited, holding up two fingers toward him. "Two drinks."

He laughs loudly at my comment before wrapping his arm around me and pulling me into his side. "You drive a hard bargain, Miya, but you've got yourself a deal."

Later that night, I go out with my coworker, Takumi, for drinks. He did end up buying me those two drinks that he offered, however, he got to choose what they were. And now that I'm two seriously strong drinks in, the two of us are laughing as though we've known each other our whole lives.

"So," Takumi hums as he holds up his third vodka drink, "you've been depressed for the past five months. I know that's when your brother stopped messaging you. I wasn't going to say anything at work but now that we're here it's time we talk about it."

"Listen, Ts- Takumi," I correct myself. "I'm not depressed. I just feel unmotivated sometimes."

"Well then get motivated," he replies with a stupid grin. "Your brother will come around when he's ready. You know that, right?"

"I don't know. I never know what he's thinking anymore."

"That's only 'cause you haven't talked to him. What you gotta do is let it go. There's nothing you can do about the past. If he contacts you, then that's great, but you can't stay in this funk for the rest of your life. You've gotta work on meeting new people who are good for you."

As much as I don't want to admit that he's right, it is true. Atsumu's always been the one to pull me out of situations like this and now that he's gone, I've let myself get progressively worse and worse.

After that discussion, I tried my best for the rest of the night to act like a normal person. I failed a few times at making some connections, but over time I got a bit better.

Just as I thought my life was beginning to improve, I was meeting new people and making good friends like Takumi encouraged me to, the outage happened. All I wanted was a new, honest like of happiness without being dependent on anyone else, but once it all happened, my first thought was to find my best friend- my brother.

It might have been overdramatic, my whole guns blazing thing when I met Y/N, but I had just fallen back into that pit of dependency.

Now that he's gone, I don't know what the hell my life is going to look like. Takumi might tell me that I've finally got the closure I was always searching for, but I don't even know what that means. Atsumu's gone. What kind of closure is that?

I'll never forget how overjoyed I was when I heard his voice over the radio for the first time. I knew it was Atsumu in an instant even though it had been so long since I had seen him.

Even though I knew my brother wasn't quite as excited to see me, it was strange how he behaved that night. It was almost like there was a reason he didn't want to be part of the group, and not for the reason I thought.

It was odd, I still remember him calling our group 'cursed'.

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i hate that since i had a pinched nerve my back is jus not the way it use to be

my chiropractor said id have good and bad days and that itll take time for it to go back to normal but i jus,, i hate that - i hate that i have bad days, i hate how somedays i can walk around for miles and be fine and other days everything hurts and it jus shoots down my legs making standing and walking painful and sometimes even laying down or sitting hurts so i have to sit or lay down stupid and at weird angles so i can be comfey nd sometimes even going to the bathroom hurts my back i m jus hghh;;;

ts frustrating!!! i hate when people go ohh youre too young to have back problems and i feel like im letting everyone down bc some days i cant really do as much as i normally can, and my therapist wants me to go out more and do more stuff to be less of a shut in and im not oppose to it like id like to go volunteer at the animal shelter but my lower back and legs,,, and then i feel bad bc im not doing ‘my homework’ which is go do smth productive outside the house and do stuff alone for jus a couple hours a day so you can be less anxious and eventually be a part of society

the big thing was volunteering but i feel like i cant do much of anything now bc of my lower back/legs and im jus!! frustrated,, i dont wanna do it only to overdo it and i dont wanna flake and let everyone down bc my problems and i dont wanna pass out again [ESP IN PUBLIC,, thats jus,, horrifying;;;] from overdoing it. and explaining it is embarrassing bc its normally followed with smth like ohh ur so young u shouldnt be THIS fucked up [even tho ive been doing heavy lifting since i was like 8 so,, :^) was prolly inevitable that this would happen] i dont wanna disappoint my therapist or anyone im jus hghh;;;

it prolly doesnt help my back that my cousins husband is like okay!! lets work!! and their work is normally so fuckin intense and heavy lifting and they want it done fast like done YESTERDAY and its always during extreme sun and bug hour so its hot im sweating and these black flies are everywhere biting and going in my eyes and mouth. im not oppose to helping but its a lil tiring doing it nearly every day and id rather work with my cousin than peter bc he makes work miserable he micromanages everything and angrily sighs and is so passive aggressive like WELL I WOULDNT DO IT LIKE THAT like dude stfu im getting it done jus work on ur own shit!! working with my cousin is nicer bc its not an everyday thing and we can take breaks and theres no huge rush to get EVERYTHING done and she doesnt micromanage shes like “whatever works for u man id jus like it done sometime today if possible” like ty,, ill do my b est;;

i think i made my back worse by working for days & hours straight with little to no breaks with my dad and cousin, and we did it so peter could be surprised that we made the outside look ~so pretty~ bc hes been bitching about how the yard looks like shit so my cousin is bending over backwards to try and please his majesty so he can stop being such a fucking bitch to us

its a big ass property,, it felt never ending my god. we rake and leafblow and move heavy ass lumber and pallets and some building material thats jus been sitting out there rotting/warping for god only knows how much. we moved fuckin heavy ass packets of shingles and my cousin is so fuckin DUMB theyre heavy as hell and were struggling to even put it in the wheelbarrow its so heavy, and shes like “what if we dont use the wheelbarrow and jus carry them to the pallet in the garage? wouldnt that be easier than lifitng them in here and wheeling it?? ts only a couple feet i mean,, itd be faster we can carry two of em at the same time like were wheeling two of them rn-” im like girl ill LITERALLY die if we do that!! no!! its heavy as fuck and i keep almost dropping it picking it up from the ground and from the wheelbarrow - im not walking the 15 feet to move it!! [i dont understand the mindset of work stupid fast and harder and in ways that could injure yourself like??? dude i only have one body pLES stop trying to fuck it up even more its already at the limits i swear-]

ofc bc peters a mega-karen too!!! he was upset and bitched to my cousin in private that he wouldnt have done it the way we all did it and its like WO!W!! GO TO HELL!!! i get that youre hurting and upset that you cant do as much bc of your shoulder and ankle [but you do it anyway when u aint suppose to and then bitch and complain that ur body is falling apart] but dont take it out on us its so stupid i hate him!!!! im hurting too bitch but im trying not to take it out on everyone bc they dont deserve to be as miserable as i am

hghfdsbj im jus!! i hate feeling so shitty i wanna do more stuff i wanna go out more bc the weather is finally nice and i wanna get outta the house, but ifeel like i cant and its upsetting that my body isnt working properly i hate it i hate it sm

[rose-in-a-fisted-glove]

no more war!

You could have just asked for the poem's info instead of sending an identical ask.

Yehuda Amichai was an Israeli poet born in Germany in 1924. His family was one of the few lucky ones, able to immigrate to the Mandate in 1935.

Even his name is a work of poetry. Yehuda Amichai took on his name in 1946. "Yehuda Amichai," a declaration in response to the Holocaust "My people live"

His poetry was primarily written in Hebrew but has been translated to many different languages. Although his poetry is in Hebrew, he credits several Anglophone poets that he read while fighting with Britain in WW2 (as a volunteer) as his inspiration. These poets include Dylan Thomas, TS Eliot, and Auden.

While the poem I quoted last time is one of his most well known, it is far from his only poem available in English. You can find compilations of his work available for sale.

And for anyone who missed the poem last time:

"Don’t stop after beating the swords into plowshares, don’t stop!

Go on beating and make musical instruments out of them.

Whoever wants to make war again will have to turn them into plowshares first.”

[the-firebird69]

We're going ahead and we are going to put together this motorcycle that has the bolt-up frame and it's RTA and it's very inexpensive as you can see a lot of these motorcycles are very inexpensive $450 for a base dirt bike is extremely inexpensive and you can make it go 120 miles an hour and we're going to build ours to go that fast on the outset with a more powerful motor it'll go faster with heavier people and it's going to be somewhat like his design for the interchangeable bike and we'll probably make it interchangeable the bolts for the frame will work on the car and the shocks will work in the car no but they'll work on other bikes practice everything is going to be the same hardware and all the same lights and vehicles used to be like that and it was a lot easier and we're going to make it from totally recycled materials even a steel and we're going to start and we're going to use the lawn mower engines and gears I'm going to start selling it without the motor and with the mounting system it'll be slotted and you put it in the slot you find out where it goes and you bolt it tight and you drill holes and your bolted into the holes so it's fixed and it won't move if you make a mistake it's you have to deal with it but that's how you do it and we're going to make these bikrs asap.

And we are going to sell them through different distributors and people will probably copy them but we are going to do it small at first

Thor Freya

I think we ought to do my husband's idea on a lot of stuff I'm going to make a list. A lot of the stuff is going nowhere cuz there's a bunch of assholes and I like his idea about the go-kart and there's no reason not to do it and he's got a few more that are doozies so I'm going to put a list up and I want people to volunteer for the duty

**number one is this motorcycle and it will be the recycled motors company but we're going to change the name for now but it's going to be an alias and they will want it out there to try and find it . We're going to start with TS or tube steel which is a square steel it's not cylindrical and we're going to have inserts to go in it and we're going to have up a lot of these parts in small Fab shops and garages and people's garages I'm going to make these bikes like Harley Davidson just from scratch and from pieces we can get parts and light hits from China and lawn mower engines new ones and there's going to be a bunch and we're going to put them together and we're going to build them professionally but yeah we're going to build them out of small shops all over the place and we're looking for tons of people

**another company is going to be we're going to retrofit regular motorcycles to electric I'm going to start doing that in our areas and we will advertise the service and we will put down the horsepower torque 0 to 60 quarter mile top speed of each configuration so a ninja 750 we would provide three configurations one of them would be fully automatic and two would be with gears but different sized electric motors and batteries and you'll be surprised and there's a huge difference the automatics go extremely fast but with with the gears they go a lot faster. We also have a noise kit and we're going to offer that it works when you rub it and rev it and when you pull the clutch in it turns on the fan no you turn the clutch you pull the clutch in and it opens the air channel and it shuts it off to the automated one that's how it works and we have it already and it's going to use the existing pipe so we leave the piping when we retrofit and we make a engine compartment with a cowl and you can't tell what it is usually the stock cow covers it that's another one. These are retrofit companies and my husband says these are one of the most valuable companies on Earth this type of facility if we have 5,000 in LA today it wouldn't even be noticed and you can convert a lot of these little attract attention and that's the idea at first it would be hard to detect but really it's going to push for the electric gas station kind of thing it's only for electric vehicles and it's going to also revolutionize the electric motorcycle industry and that you don't have to change the motorcycle everyone makes these dumb things on it when what you have there is adequate if not a lot better and you need the performance and you needed to be faster and you need the sound a lot of people just crank their radio and their battery runs down our system is great and I help design the final design and it really is nice and it's a musical instrument more or less and he wants you guys to get off your ass do something stupid and valuable that Billy Hicks would there's some others too he's another Nimrod who would probably have his own band and he wants you to come up with some of the songs the rock and roll and use this as one of the instruments and simply use the turbine as a fan as the instrument and he wants to experiment too with a small alternator with BG and inside the compartment and we can do that too to create small amounts of electricity and charge like a small capacitor which can charge the battery with if there's two batteries is very interested and he sees what you're saying it doesn't take much to turn it it doesn't take much to spin it and you can be charging it the whole time and the brake stuff is not worth it and really you have fans in these damn cars to cool the engine and it doesn't really work to do that but you can funnel it a little but really it's a good idea but these are going to be in the garage everywhere he wants to retro fit and he wants us to start by having our neighbors come over and developing a kit usually some of you go ahead and packs with the same bike and he wants us to convert ones we think we should so we're going to start doing that and then charge to convert and we'll come up with like a dossier and we'll open some shops we have shops and he wants hours to volunteer for the duty I'm going to post it like we were and Thor and Freya would like to have a word about this bike though they want us to print now

**another company is the drop on kits you take your chassis and you pull off the body and it tells you to what point depending on which kit you bought mostly we want to ship the whole thing and the seats and floor gear shifter connections and everything will be provided your existing vehicle and tells you how to do it I'm part of it is disassembled so you can connect it and then put it back together and we're going to do this in garages all over the world and we want ours to volunteer in certain areas and we're going to start doing it for our people and we're going to take the heat and use it

**there's a serious company that we want to take over it and it is Humvee it is big and it makes sense and we are going to make the H4 but as a drop on out of metal and it goes on certain chassis but this is a special duty vehicle and it requires a certain caliber someone in the military with ranger training special forces seals and anything above it like the Mexican secret police or the KGB and things like that but the bare minimum would be special forces training

**another company is his fully electric car no we're not even doing that have to wait for you slowpokes. It takes you forever it is the Day tripper and those have begun to be built now there's 21 manufacturers and one is about to drop off the others will gobble it up and production will increase because it'll be pressured it's making all of them are making about 200 trillion a week and it's going a little slower than the minis and my husband warns it's because the demand is greater but the opposition is greater the opposition is greater because the demand is greater and the people like the Max and the clones don't want it it's absolutely true it's about their plan and the trumps are in the way because they're stupid try to stay away from them and push them down and take their stuff and money if you really have to

**we have a boat company we're taking over today

Hera

Zues

Olympus

Thor Freya

[plegdoctor]

Hi Pleg, what inspired your choices for each song for each hgau chapter? 💫

Juno I do love you ever so much

To start with, Safe and Sound, is the song Taylor wrote for the first Hunger Games film and is the inspiration for the title of the fic. I love this song with my whole entire heart.

Innocent - Chapter One

One of the most underrated songs from one of my favourite albums. Innocent talks about making a mistake ("I guess you really did it this time//Left yourself in your warpath) and wanting to go back to childhood when it was simpler ("Wasn't it easier in your lunchbox days?") I thought this is the perfect song for the reaping, the moment where everything in their lives change. For some, it rings true because of volunteering. For others, it just highlights the hopelessness of the situation as the song's melody is quite thoughtful and haunting, meanwhile the lyrics encourage hope which mirrors the fight that begins to emerge in the chapter (such as Cherry's mum's last words to her).

gold rush - Chapter Two

Gold rush is about the speaking longing for beauty that seems untouchable. For me, I felt like this perfectly shows the tribute parade. For starters, gold links to Bimini's costume which is highlighted in their first meeting with Asttina. I feel like a lot of lyrics link with Tayce in this chapter as she is the one to be emphasised as desirable and beautiful: "I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch//Everybody wants you//Everybody wonders what it would be like to touch you" "What must it be like//To grow up that beautiful?// With your hair falling into place like dominoes"

Sparks Fly - Chapter Three

This is quite simple in that Sparks Fly is about falling in love and forming connections however risky they may seem, which is just perfect for the chapter where everyone is properly meeting and getting to know each other. This chapter is the first formation of some of the ships. Also, "Gimme something that'll haunt me when you're not around"

mirrorball - Chapter Four

For me mirrorball is about the desire to be liked and changing yourself to do so. That's exactly what's happening in this chapter with the interviews, all of them trying to sell themselves to the Capitol in order to stay alive, to be viewed as desirable enough to keep alive. "Spinning on my tallest tiptoes" reminds me of Bim in their ridiculously large heels. Also "Hush//I know they said the end is near" is so gorgeous a lyric but also so perfect for the emotions of the tributes. Obviously the "Masquerade revelers//Drunk as they watch my shattered edges glisten" are the Capitol. I toyed with this song also being for Bim's winner interview.

...Ready For It? - Chapter Five

The VIBE of this song. The TENSION. The motif of hidden love. The soft chorus in the middle of a very intense song just like the soft ships in the middle of death and destruction. And this is not even mentioning the repetition of "Baby let the games begin". Just a perfect song in every way.

cowboy like me - Chapter Six

One of my absolute favourite songs from Evermore. The bittersweet vibes of love. The forming deep connections. I love that this song starts in media res because it makes me think about how this is media res of their lives - when Sister is revealing her secret, it reminds me of how all these characters have history behind them that gets unfolded. Also the realisations of finding someone just like you is so so perfect for the ships. They're all finding their soulmates. I also secretly think this is a very Ginster song for some reason, yet it also works really well for Blackcherry and also Greentia (but i think all TS songs work for greentia) Also "Perched in the dark//Telling all the rich folks anything they wanna hear" and "Hustling for the good life//Never thought I'd meet you hear" AND "And the skeletons in both our closests//Plotted hard to fuck this up". And my favourite lyrics of all time: "Now you hang from my lips//Like the gardens of Babylon// With your boots beneath my bed// Forever is the sweetest con"

death by a thousand cuts - Chapter Seven

I think I crammed about a thousand references to this song in this chapter because I was fully obsessed with it while writing the chapter. But it's so perfect for Asttimini, as Bim feels like the speaker in the song now that Asttina is gone, and it's perfect for Blackcherry because it encapsulates a love that seems great but also appears to never be possible. It's such a beautiful song and I love it too much to not include it, especially since Bim says "I'll be alright, it's just a thousand cuts." (Also the bridge is SO blackcherry, if you take one rec from this list please have it be this bridge)

Seven - Chapter Eight

After I published chapter eight i went for a mental health walk while listening to Folklore. "Please picture me in the trees//I hit my peak at seven//feet" IS SO JCYE GREENTIA that i actually had to sit down on a bench to recover for a moment. Also I just think it's a beautiful song about soft loving friendship. "Sweet tea in the summer//Cross your heart won't tell no other" and "Your braids like a pattern//Love you to the moon and to Saturn"... when I say this song makes me weep I am not joking. It just had to be this song for this chapter.

Haunted - Chapter Nine

Bim can't look back now, they're haunted x. Also, the loss?? The regret?? The angst?? "You and I walk a fragile line//I have known it all this time" HELLO??? That's them!! "Come on, come on, don't leave me like this" "Something's made your eyes go cold" "you're not gone, you can't be gone, no" "Oh holding my breath//Won't see you again" This song positively drips jcye diamondchaney and I will be taking 0 criticism.

The Archer - Chapter Ten

With Bim being the only one left, it seems suitable to have a song that reflects loneliness. It also coincidentally has Bim's weapon of choice - they have been The Archer from the beginning. The lyrics "Combat, I'm ready for combat//I say I don't want that, but what if I do?" showing Bimini's struggle to adjust to being out of the arena. "I've been the archer//I've been the prey//Who could ever leave me darling//But who could stay?" I was so tempted to include the bridge "They see right through me//They see right through me//They see right through//Can you see right through me?//They see right through//They see right through me//I see right through me//I see right through me" in that chapter. "All the king's horses, all the king's men//Couldn't put me together again" being Bim sat in the makeup chair. Oh I just love it.

right where you left me - Chapter Eleven

Bimini has been left behind. The others might be dead but Bimini is the one feeling like a ghost stuck in time. Okay I lied, if you take any song recs also take this one because it is rated as one of my favourite songs of all times and makes me sob almost every time.

If you got to the end of this then thank you for reading the unhinged writings of someone who loves Taylor and is really really going to miss writing Just Close Your Eyes

[lenniershairlessredacted]

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