#//Also I will never stop screaming about following Amy's blogs

[familyvideostevie]

emma, i adore everything you write, seriously. you've quickly become one of my fav writers here on tumblr, and whenever i'm in need of some comfort i come to your blog and reread one of your fics. ♡

if you're still taking requests, how about either steve or eddie tying a ribbon (or anything, really) on reader's ring finger as a makeshift wedding ring while they're talking about marriage? like, all domestic and fluff.

it could be a baby blurb or a drabble...anything, really. and no worries if you can't/don't wanna write this! ily anyways <3

also, congrats on 500 followers ♡♡♡

amy hi!!! i am such a fan of your blog, this means the world to me!!!!! i really really loved writing this for you, so i hope you like it!! come say hi anytime please <3 this was just screaming eddie and his rings to me in a post-graduation moment<3 | 1.1k, fem!reader, fluff fluff fluff

"I can't believe it's over," Eddie says. You're tucked into his side where you both flopped down onto his bed. His fresh high school diploma is propped up on his desk and his green gown lays crumpled on the floor. The entire group had shown up for the ceremony and you have a stack of polaroids in your pocket of everyone and the new grad. It's been a wonderful day.

"I thought Higgins was going to cry when he shook your hand," you say. "He looked so relieved when you walked off stage." Eddie's palm traces up and down your arm lazily, his other hand playing with your fingers on his chest.

"Me and him both." He hums, a sound you feel in your bones since you're so close. "Thought Wayne was gonna crack a rib when he hugged me." He sounds unbearably fond and a little in awe. Eddie has never stopped being surprised at how much people love him. It's been kind of an overwhelming day as a result, which is why you're taking a breather here before you head out to his graduation party.

"He's proud of you, Eddie," you scold him. "We all are. I am."

"Gotta figure out what's next, I guess." He's quiet for a few moments and you sling a leg over his, turning so you can see his face better.

"Well, what do you want to do?"

"No idea, sweetheart." He looks down at you, taking his time roaming over your face. "Never got that far in the planning." The only thing he's been sure about is you.

"We could stay here. Get jobs and stick around and make sure the kiddos graduate high school."

"Think Harrington could get me a job at Family Video?" he snickers. You roll your eyes.

"Or we could move out of Hawkins, try somewhere new?"

"We'd have to come back sometimes," he reminds you. "Otherwise we'd never hear the end of it." You adopt a serious expression and nod.

"Of course." His eyes are sparkling and he looks so happy. You want to look at him forever. "Maybe Corroded Coffin will go on tour and you'll be a super mega rockstar."

"Nah," he says. He brushes some hair off of your face, the pads of his fingers gentle on your forehead. "I'd miss you too much."

"I keep saying 'we' for a reason, Eddie." You feel shy all of a sudden for having to spell it out for him and your face heats. "Where you go, I go." The way his eyes soften and his mouth forms an 'o' would be funny in another circumstance, but all you feel is tenderness.

"I see," he whispers. "So you wanna stick around then, huh? Hitch a ride on the Munson express?" You burst into laughter and smack his chest lightly before sitting up.

"We were having a moment!" you sputter out, giggles overwhelming you. He follows you up, turning on the bed so his knee presses into your thigh.

"Okay, okay, calm down. Bring the moment back." His hair is a bit of a mess so you run your fingers through it though you know you'll never succeed in taming it. "I just had a thought," he says, softer, eyes on your movements.

"Oh dear," you mumble. He smirks but continues.

"Think about the future for a second, yeah? Me and you doing whatever we want wherever we end up."

"Sounding good so far, Eddie." He reaches up and pulls your hands down into his lap, tracing your knuckles with his thumbs. His expression is earnest and fond and maybe a little nervous.

"And we decide that we want to make things a little more official. Since you're it for me."

"And you're it for me," you say back, your usual refrain. The realization at where he's going with this makes your fingers tingle and your eyes start to burn. You feel like your heart is going to burst open. Eddie seems to realize that you're catching on so he hurries his words.

"So we have a little party and invite all of our friends and somewhere in between the drinking and the music we get --"

"Married," you breathe out. "You wanna marry me, Munson? Is this a proposal?" You wouldn't mind if it was, but you know this is something that's far down the line.

"No," he says. "Wait, yes. Yes I want to marry you. No this isn't a proposal. Not a real one, anyway."

"Okay," you reply. "Just checking." You know that Eddie loves you but this feels like something else. It feels bigger. It feels forever.

"So, what do you think about that?" he asks. You realize you never gave him an answer, however hypothetical it may be. You surge forward to kiss him and land a little left of his mouth in your excitement. He laughs and you try again, this time taking his bottom lip between yours so that he might get a clue as to how you're feeling.

"I think that sounds great," you say when you pull away. He untangles your hands and pulls off one of his rings. "Eddie, oh god, I'll lose that, you don't have to --"

"Doesn't matter if you do, sweetheart," he says. "I just wanna see what it feels like for a second." You're a little confused but surrender to him as he lifts your right hand and then furrows his brows.

"Oh, shit. Wait, is it left or right hand?"

"Baby," you say, unable to contain the smile on your face. "I have no idea." He holds his hands up in front of him and flicks his eyes between them before coming to a decision.

"Left, I think. Let's go with that." He gently picks up yours and slides the metal onto your ring finger. You both gasp as he does it. He just holds you there, unable to tear his eyes away.

"Looks good," Eddie says, voice a little raw. "Looks real good." He brings your hand up to his mouth so he can kiss the new addition. If this gets any more tender you might explode, so you surge forward again to kiss him.

"I love you," you say into his mouth. "I love you so much." He moves to kiss down your jaw, your throat.

"I love you," he replies between pecks. "Gonna marry you someday." You groan at his words as he sucks a spot on your collarbone.

"We're gonna be late to your own party, right?" He pulls away to grin wolfishly.

"That's the plan." You can't believe you get to have him forever. You can't wait.

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[bangtanger]

CONTENT CREATOR YEAR IN REVIEW

was thinking for 84 hours where should i post it but as its my creator blog i m doing it here <3 i was tagged by @taemaknae @suhdays @ynki @honsool @jjeongukie @taeyungie @dearbangtansonyeondan @lifegoesmon @everythingoes @flipthatjacketjiminie @yoongi-bts @jiminslight @hopekidoki @cowboyjinbop @yoonqiful @jcngkooks @pjmsdior @hobeah @balenciaguks​ @jinvant @hobibestboy @vjimin @yoongikook AND THANK U SO MUCH FOR INCLUDING ME T_T ik maybe its not a big deal but its a big deal to me and im touched :(((((((((((( also gimme some time to check all ur posts 👉👈 also im in a mood to say that ive collected many pokemons here djfksfhsakjddld ok nvm 

also sorry for a long post ik tmblr fvcks things up sometimes when there is keep reading so dont fight me plz <3

❀ first creation and most recent creation of 2020 

ok this is the fist one (still very pleased with colouring here T_T the stage lighting was,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, well yeah as always lmao) and this is the most recent (TBH DKJSKDSDK I WISH MY MOST RECENT POST COULD BE A DIFFERENT ONE THE ONE I WANNA MAKE FOR A MONTH NOW THE ONE ID PUT A LOT MORE EFFORTS IN SO IM A LIL FRUSTRATED i literally just missed giffing but couldnt watch anything new so took an old vid i wanted to gif once I DIDNT EVEN USE MYCOLOURING PSD IT LITERALLY HAS ONLY COUPLE OF LAYERS uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh :( but whatever,,, it just kinda doesnt show the difference -_-)

❀ a creation u r really proud of 

well 👁👄👁 there r quite few,,, and the main reason is colouring most of these r comps and i a b s o l u t e l y sucked at comps and esp at making the colouring consistent there lol so lets begin lol  1 (u have no idea how muchi love this set) 2 (i fucking mastered it i wanted to remake it for two years and i finally did!! 60 fps smooth good moments iconic performance iconic hair colour his attitude bruh and ofc the fact that i could do sth with colouring,,,,,, and chose such an unusual colour scheme that i doubted jckdckfdk and it still worked out 🥺) 3 (lol i had this idea written down since 2018 as well and this year i could finally collect all moments i needed and oh boi yeah,,, AND COLOURING I COULD ALMOST yeah almost do sth decent with it there r still couple moments id changed but im pleased) 4 (im so happy whenevr i see this CUZ IT ALL WORKED OUT it was such an impulsive comp i literally only saw couple moments for past few years as well where i could see three of them in one frame and suddenly I WAS LIKE I FUCKING MUST POST THOSE MOMENTS SOMEHOW and im so proud of colouring it looks so well T_T) 5 (the colouring ofc im still :o that i could get rid of that shitty shit dkksjkj AND THE MOMENTS ITSELF?????? AND BLACK SWAN???????? EVERY PERFORMANCE???? HAIR?????? OUTFIT???????? EVRERYHTIGNM???????? HIS FUCKING STARE? FACE??? DONT MAKE ME CONTINUE AAAAAAAAAAA also if im not wrong this set in particular made me start my before/after posts 🥺) 6 (i jujst love everything about it e v e r yt h i n g also i could made ppl believe that jin fr has purple hair here when in reality its brown djhfdhskdf one of blending modes or adjustment layers worked this way lol) 7 (i wont even comment this tried a great tutorial with great beautiful resuls for the first time ever and it worked out so well and i like it so much and the whole yoongi here,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, also love me some borders that add cinematic feels to some gifs or just make them pretty in a dif way just like i did with prev post i mentioned imo lol) OK LAST ONE 8 (I USED A VIDEO OF STARS AND ADDED IT TO THE GIF FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER I FUCKED WITHMASKING FOR 3 HOURS GRRRRRRRR THIS IS SO HUGE FOR ME!!!!! i cant even explain whew IVE NEVER DID ANYTHING LIKE THIS BEFORE SO I WAS REALLY PROUD TOO even tho i fucked masking up on some layers lmao but lets not pay too much attention to it 👀)

❀ a creation that took u forever

ohhhhhhhh i think this one cuz the moments were long i couldnt decide what do i want to include + it ts file so u kno,,, the speed,,, of processing,, + somehow decided to put them all together + fucked with colouring + had to get rid of the logo and as we know japan likes a lot of big braight text around haha and draw hair in moments where logo made it look blurry + had to adjust the order and all that stuff but getting rid of logo was the longest part 

❀ a creation from 2020 that received the most notes

whew this iconic one im still amazed tbh they looked soso incredible and im glad how everything turned out here <3 (could change some colouring on bg tho so it could look better and more hq :c)

❀ a creation u think deserved more notes 

lol this one cuz i was so hyped to make it cuz their concert in saudi arabia is one of my fav things in the world and i waited for so long to have mood and energy to go throught it to find jk moments and i couldnt choose some for this comp for so long and just,,,,,, overall,,,, the way he looks here............................................................... its a special comp to me haha ill def gif more of it i have shit ton of clips left and also there r other members and i just want to sit and enjoy yhe whole thing to so may find more stuff to gif here lol

❀  a new fandom u joined an a creation u made for it 

i didnt join anything heurheru

❀ a creation u made that breaks ur heart

OKAY LISTEN DSJAKDJHFDKJ THIS ONE IF U KNOW U KNOW AND IM SURE IT BREAKS ALMOST EVERY HEART tbh whenever i see soft smiles or soft interactions or anything like this im just :’( <3 even my serotonin boost tag does it to me cuz its too precious T_T

❀  a ‘simple’ creation that u really love

this one cuz everything about it ah and this one 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

❀ a creation that was inspired by someone else

ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm idk maybe this one ? cuz i never did anything like this before and maybe i saw someones beautiful headers and decided to try one too ? i could do a lot better there is not enough depth but oh well,,, lol

❀  a favourite creatin created by someone else

oh its gonna be hard :) dear every conten creator i hope u dont mind if i wont go though the whole 2020 gif tag but choose form the most recent ones i loved? u know how much i appreciate ur content cuz i never stop screaming about it in tags but truly there r more content makers and i want u to know that i really love ur content :(

@syubb welllllllllllll i wont even comment this is iconique.....

@jinv T_T val i miss u but there should be bday comps with that BIG ASS IMAGE THAT HAS ITS PARTS ON EVERY SINGLE GIF I CANT EVEN EXPLAIN that icant even find dfjksfskj

@jung-koook i literally couldnt choose ehdskjdjksd but i decided this one cuz its sososososososososososososososososososososo well made every single detail here is chefs kiss

@kkulmoon i truly really cant get enough of ur colouring lately T_T

@minhope !!!!!!LITERALLY EVERY PANTONE COMP OR ESPECIALLY 7 YEARS WITH BTS PANTONE ONE IM AAAAAAAAAAAAA and lmao i think this is one of the most reposted things ive ever seen on internet T_T

@jjoon hng amy u know how i feel about ur content T_T decided this one cuz f l a w l e s s 

@hopekidoki stuff like this makes my jaw lie in the floor dsjkdj

@flipthatjacketjiminie idk whats up but it makes me scream like a madman every time i see it.........

@lifegoesmon i cant even explain why i chose this one but everything here is so incredible !!!!!!!!1

@hobeah one of those good fucking bye ones.....

@taeyungie this made me feel so many things and a whole ass a w e so cool T_T

@jiminfilter i will never shut up about bts core jungkook one should also be here

@seoksjin THE COLOURS I SCREAM OH MY GOD O HMY OGD I JUST WENT TO CHECK OUT AND SAW THIS AND IMMEDIATELY DJKSJD DECIDED THIS IS CRAZY THE PASTELS THE PINNKS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA EVERYHTGIN but also those birthday posts ahhh T_T

@jinvant i wanna YELL but also u know how much i love ur quality and blacks  T_T and gfxs too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

@yoongi-bts i love everything here with my whole heart!!!

@everythingoes SHOUWLD I EVEN EXPLAIN WHY

@hobibestboy THIS IS SO COOL AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THE COLOUR SCHEME

@joenns  I WONT EVEN EXPLAIN IM SO HURT HES SO THIS IS SO T____________________T 

@jjeongukie idk i cant get enough of skin tone!!!!!!!!!!!!

@chaylani i really love the colouring and love these posts with highlights T_T

@eklipxe COLOURING AND EVERYTHIGN

@oncupid cant get enough of every colouring ive seen <3

@jiminslight THIS WHOLE GIF RIGHT HERE

@6dis-ease COZY AND PRECIOUS T_T

@ofkimtaehyung I LITERALLY HAVE NO WORDS ITS SO PRETTY

@taee it was really hard to choose too T_T decided to go with this cuz,, u kno

@yoonqiful CUZ THESE COLOURS DRIVE ME INSANE

OK THIS IS GETTING TOO LONG KDSFJSAKDL I WOULD ADD A LOT MORE CUZ THERE IS A LOT MORE TO ADD BUT IVE BEEN DOING THIS FOR THREE HOURS I BETTER CHILL 

❀  some of your favourite content creators from this year

ok i may forgot someone + in no order in particular + literally every creator that i follow/whose content i reblog @taeguks @tearuntold @cyphertaehyungie @love4hobi @kimnamtaejin @taejoon @jimiyoong @namkook @taeyungie @jinvant @jinv @6dis-ease @jiminrolls @daechwitas @syubb @syuga @jjeongukie @cowboyjinbop @hope-film @minhope @hopekidoki @joonie @namgination @jung-koook @faerieth @kooksv @lifegoesyoon @yoonqiful @j-sope @chaylani @jiminfilter @jjoon @everythingoes @varietae @seoksjin @dearbangtansonyeondan @ofkimtaehyung @yoongi-bts @gaypeople @seokjinyoongis @agustdfeatrm @joenns @houseofarmanto @namjoon (will miss forever) @thebtsgenre @honsool @vjimin @seokjinite @jiminswn @taee @hobeah @lifegoesmon @taemaknae @gukgi @kkulmoon @flipthatjacketjiminie @jintae @jcngkooks @ynki @yoongikook @yoongiandthebiaswreckers @jiminslight @gwkie @oncupid @eternalbulletproof and many more <3

OK SO i wanna say a special thanks to every content creator ever and also i wanna say that im really glad to be a part of this community all of u r so cool and creative and make such beautiful things and many of u made me feel EMOTIONS with ur sets or not only sets ill be forever grateful that i discovered bts and for everything they do to me without even knowing ALSO THANK U FOR STILL BEING HERE ON TUMBRLDSDFKJ yeah this year was less active there were few issues many ppl went on twt but thank u for still being here also happy new year <3333333 i think i sounded deeper and more emotional when i was commenting ppls gifs :| but its almost 2 am so i hope u will understand dkfjkfsjk im happy there is this corner on the internet that feels cozy and so welcoming <3 i love u i wish u a better year ahead <3 ok for checking notifications purpose ill tag my blog lol @eternal-bangtan

[nothing-fancy94]

Accidental Love - Part 1

Hello people of tumblr! I’m back with another 2 part short! This time it is a Shadamy inspired by an ask given by @muffinbuttonfan to one of my best friends and fellow writers @another-sonic-blog! Please be sure to also check ASB’s version Love Potion

STORY SUMMARY: All Amy Rose ever wanted was to have Sonic love her back. But when a mistake with a love potion turns her world upside-down, will she chose an old or new love?

ENJOY! AND PLEASE LEAVE A COMMENT!

ps. I didn’t proof read this, so apologies a head of time for errors ;)

~Part 1: The Mistake~

“Come on, Sonic! Just take a sip!”

“No, Amy, I’m not thirsty.”

“But I made it special for you!”

“Why are you being so insistent? It’s just a smoothie…”

Sonic’s eyes narrowed as he looked at Amy skeptically. She was standing before him with bright, pleading viridian eyes, and her little button nose twitched as she thought about the answer to his very simple question. She was wearing a different dress from her usual red and white trimmed one; a flowing soft pink sundress that gently fluttered in the summer breeze. And as he squinted, he noticed she’d put make-up on. It was something she hardly ever did, and as a result it was a bit sloppy. He would’ve thought it was cute if it wasn’t for the fact that Amy tended to only put in this amount of effort when she was up to something.

He looked down at the offered drink in her hand. It looked innocent enough, a watermelon pink with small flecks of red, indicating small bursts of fresh strawberries. It looked good enough that he almost took it from her, especially since it was a hot summer day and the cold, icey, sweet drink. Almost. However he had fallen for her tricks in the past and he didn’t plan on doing so again. In the past, she had resorted to sleep medicine to kidnap him on a date. He shivered at the memory. And as if to confirm his suspicions, Amy broke eye contact and looked off to the side while shuffling her feet.

“Just… I-I wanted to give you something nice on a hot day like today. I figured with all the running around that you do, you might want to have a cold smoothie… 

“I put protein in it.” She added as though this would be enough to convince him to take the drink. 

He scoffed and folded his arms across his chest as he looked her over.

“If there’s nothing wrong with it, then you won’t mind taking a sip before I drink it.”

Now it was Amy’s turn to narrow her eyes on her hero. She didn’t understand where the lack of trust was coming from, it wasn’t like she was gonna drug him… that hadn’t worked. Well, can I blame him? Especially considering I diiiid put love potion in the drink… She hadn’t planned on giving it to him, at least not at first. 

She’d been window shopping with Cream in Station Square, and as they’d passed one of their favorite clothing stores, she had noticed a small shop that was wedged between the store and the alley. It was a store that Amy had never seen before despite having passed by this spot multiple times in the last few months. Stranger still, the store front looked like it had lived in the corner for fifty years.

Amy stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes following the curves of aged wood, peeling white paint, and landed on a small hanging sign that read in faded cursive: Regina’s Apothecary and Oddities.

Cream hadn’t wanted to go in, but the pink hedgehog ignored her friend’s pleas. Something was calling to her, whispering in her ear… and before she knew it she had twisted the rusty, iron door knob and entered the shop with the tinkle of a bell. The inside was full of shelves that seemed to carry on for miles into the store. Which should’ve been impossible considering the size of the exterior. The floor was made up of aged wood that at one point had been an attractive light brown, but was now almost black from spilled substances and ground-in dirt. There was a light mist of dust in the air, and barely any lighting to brighten the store. Bottles filled with herbs, unknown liquids and powders filled the shelves. Each one a different color, and size, each one carefully labeled and priced. 

The ones closest to the door were sparkling in the small stream of sunlight that filtered through the foggy windows at the front of the shop. But as Amy looked at the ones a bit further away, she could make out a thin layer of dust settling onto the glass. Curiosity peaked, Amy made her way deeper into the store. Cream followed close behind, her trembling hands clinging to the hem of Amy's dress in a death grip. Her large brown eyes frantically darted around the store as they reached the dust covered bottles. Amy lifted a hand and wiped away dust to read the label. An Eye for an Eye.

“Looking to give someone a taste of their own medicine, dearie?”

The two young girls jumped and screamed, their arms instinctively wrapping around each other as the two turned to see an old, female cat. She smiled at the two girls from behind half-mooned glasses. One of her eyes was a startling amber color that shone as brightly and richly as the sun, while the other was white and unseeing. She chuckled and leaned forward on her cane.

“Sorry dearies, didn’t mean to frighten you. I’ve been told by other customers that I should wear a bell.” She laughed at her own joke while shaking her head. The two girls just stared at her with wide eyes and open mouths. The longer they stood staring at the old feline the more unsettled both girls felt. There was something in the air that hadn’t been there before, and it caused their hearts to race, and trepidation began to worm its way into them.

“Now don’t just stand there staring dearies, what can I help you with? I have a potion for any conceivable thing you could wish for!” She hobbled closer to the girls with a wide gaping smile, forcing them to press themselves against the shelves. Little tinks and clinks from jostled bottles rang through the air, but that didn’t stop the old feline from putting her hand beneath Cream’s cheek. The poor girl stood petrified, her large brown eyes close to tears.

“Maybe you want a way to grow up faster, but be careful that you pick the right potion. You may end up with one that will not change your age but make you taller than a skyscraper.” The woman cackled in humor, but it only served to make the young bunnie cower behind Amy.

“Oh, maybe a potion of courage for the young rabbit. I sense a wish to be brave in the face of danger. Do you have a tendency to run away, dearie?”

“L-leave her alone!” Amy finally managed to exclaim, her arm shooting out to block Cream from view. 

The elder’s one good eye moved slowly to stare at her, while the other one stayed still and stared ahead. The eye was unwavering, and as it bore into Amy, she felt as though she was clawing through the young girl’s very soul. Searching for her innermost desires, emotions and fears. Amy felt a mental shiver at the sight, but refused to expose any fear in front of the old female. The cat’s lips curled upwards, and her only remaining fang glinted in the small amount of light.

“My eye can see there is no need for courage with you. Your determination rivals that of the most passionate minds of all time,” the female lifted herself on her tiptoes, and looked Amy up and down with her golden eye. 

“Hmmm, maybe beauty…” The feline’s hand snapped out quicker than lightning and grabbed Amy’s hand, swiftly removing the white glove in one fluid motion.

“Hey!” Amy cried out, and tried to remove her hand, but the hold was ironclad. The shopkeeper’s tail flicked back and forth as her fingers brushed over the lines in Amy’s palm like the kiss of butterfly wings.

“You have a male who refuses to reciprocate your heart’s desire, do you not?”

Amy’s face twisted in horrified shock, and she once again tried to remove her hand but to no avail.

“No! How do you -”

“I can give you something that will make every male turn their eyes to you. A potion to make you the most beautiful female on Mobius. At a price of course,” the feline’s raspy voice cackled once more. 

“No, thank you.” Amy stated firmly and finally succeeded in removing her hand from the cat’s grip. She turned, grabbing hold of Cream's hand and made for the door.

“Come on, Cream, let’s go.”

The small girl nodded in agreement, and quickened her pace. She wanted to leave the creepy store and more importantly, away from the terrifying feline who lurked the dusty isles. 

“Not interested in vain looks, admirable. But what would you say to a... love potion?”

Amy’s feet stopped, and her ears twitched backwards in curiosity. A love potion. Something that she had read about in old books when she’d been researching ways to make a male turn their attention to her. She had thought that it was a myth, a legend that was as fragile as the pages she read the inked words on. However, an odd hope, no, desire, was awoken within her at the old shopkeeper’s tempting offer. Something about this store had called to her the moment it had appeared. The way it had appeared also solidified an odd weight to the elder’s words. It was a mysterious shop, with a shopkeeper, who while being creepy, was also oddly eccentric. Something about her told Amy that her offer was not an empty promise, and that this potion likely had a chance of working. How could she pass that up?

“Amy…?” Cream tentatively asked, her arm pulled at Amy’s, trying to guide the girl from the store. She looked up to plead with Amy, but she saw that fire burning in Amy’s eyes that only ever appeared when she was thinking about her next scheme to win the heart of her love. And when it came to Sonic and romance, there was nothing that could stop Amy from doing what she wanted.

“Love potion?” She whispered with her back still turned to the old feline.

Seeing that she had finally hooked one of the girls, the shopkeeper grinned from pointed ear to pointed ear.

“Oh yes. A harmless substance, meant to unlock the cage of the heart. Just a drop would be enough to turn your beau’s eyes in your direction.”

Amy’s body twitched, and Cream felt panic rise to her throat. She knew where this was going.

“Come on Amy… let’s just go.”

Unfortunately it was too late… Amy turned and tilted her head.

“And you’re sure this works?” She asked, taking a step closer to the cat. The elder smiled, and pulled her shaky finger twice diagonally across her chest.

“Cross my heart and call me a witch. 100% satisfaction guaranteed.”

“And it won’t hurt him, or make him grow an eleventh toe or some other crazy side effect?” She was almost to the old female now. The cat scoffed and made a face that looked like she was offended.

“I use only organic ingredients, and a splash of white magic, of course.”

“Amy… I really think we should just -”

“Show me.”

Amy moved forward and out of Cream’s grip, leaving the girl standing alone. Cream moaned in distress and looked at the door with wistfulness before following her friend deeper into the store.

They walked for a few minutes, while the tapping of a wooden cane was all that could be heard. Finally they reached a shelf with pink and red bottles. The shopkeeper ran her finger over several bottles, muttering all the while.

“Mother Knows Best, no… Scarlet L, well that’ll give desire, but not love… Puppy Love, no. Ah! Here we are!” Her raspy voice announced excitedly as she rubbed the label on an elegantly shaped bottle. As the dust cleared, they could see a very soft pearl shine on the pink glass, and the bottom of the bottle curve upwards into an inverted tear-drop. There was a crystal heart stopper plugged neatly into the opening, and the whole item was no larger than a jam jar.

The old feline blew on the bottle, and then thrust it into Amy’s hand.

“There ya are dearie! One Eternal Love potion for one lucky blue hedgehog!”

 Cream almost gasped in surprise. How did this stranger know that Amy’s crush was a blue hedgehog?! She looked over at Amy, expecting the girl to be just as aghast, but instead Amy was smiling with jubilant eyes at the crystal vial in her hand. Either she hadn’t heard the old female, or she simply didn’t care.

“How much do I owe you?” She asked, and almost as if in a trance, Amy’s hand reached into her dress pocket and pulled out her wallet. The elder shook her head and pushed Amy’s hand down.

“No dearie. I deal in many worlds and places, your rings will do me no good!”

Amy’s ears drooped, and she felt her earlier excitement dwindle as a flame dying on a candle wick.

“Don’t worry, dearie, you may have something I want…”

“Tell me!” Amy replied, her face bright and hope once again filling her heart. Her desire outweighed her caution, and she was almost willing to give just about anything in return to have the potion.

“Do you wear those bracelets everyday?”

Amy blinked in confusion for a moment before looking down at her golden bracelets. She had worn them for as long as she could remember and usually forgot that they were even there.

“Yes, I do. Did you want them?” 

She was hesitant to give up her favorite accessory, but then again she could always buy another pair, whereas she felt an odd sensation that this was her only chance to purchase the one thing that could give her what she wanted most. Sonic the Hedgehog’s heart.

“One will do dear. Gold worn by a pure maiden in love is difficult to come by.”

The fact that she didn’t have to give up both was enough to motivate Amy. Cream watched the scene unfolding in disbelief. How could Amy be so ready to trust this weird cat? It almost seemed like the young girl was under a spell. Amy quickly pulled her hand through a bracelet, and handed it over. The old witch snatched the jewelry like an angry viper, and shoved it quickly into her pocket.

“I don’t accept returns, dearie.” The old feline said hurriedly, and then began shoving the girls out of her shop.

“Now, I really must close, it’s time for me to do some cleaning. Enjoy your love!”

And with a final tinkle and slam of the door, the girls were back outside.

“Amy! Mobius to Amy!”

Amy blinked, her mind muddled from the memory. She looked up and saw Sonic staring at her with a concerned look. Right. She was with Sonic and trying to get him to drink the smoothie…

“Sorry, Sonic!”

“Jeez! If you weren’t so young, I would’ve thought you were having a stroke! Is everything okay?” Sonic stepped forward and looked closer at her face, trying to see if she was sick. Amy felt her cheeks burst into flame from their close proximity, and took the opportunity to shove the drink into his chest.

“I will be, once you drink this smoothie.” She replied with a smile. All concern immediately washed off Sonic’s face to be replaced with annoyance.

“Oh right… almost forgot. But it seems you also forgot that I’m not gonna take one sip of that until you try it first.”

Amy sighed in frustration. Chaos this hedgehog was stubborn. Well what's the harm right? I mean I already love him so drinking it shouldn’t do anything to me. She looked up at his smirking face, oh how she wanted that smirk to turn to a loving smile. To have infatuation gleam from those emerald eyes rather than arrogance. So she called his bluff.

“Fine, if taking a drink will convince you of my good intentions, then I’ll do it.”

She closed her eyes, and placed her lips around the straw and sucked. Sweet strawberry and banana flooded her mouth, and cooled her warm cheeks.

“Mmmm, see Sonic, it’s tasty!” But when she opened her eyes, Sonic was no longer in front of her. She blinked, but he still didn’t appear. Confused, Amy quickly turned around to look for him, when she bumped quite roughly into someone. The chest her head connected with was hard, and she saw stars at the edge of her vision. Smoothie splashed onto her pretty peony dress, and the unfortunate soul she had smashed into.

“Oh sorry! I didn’t mean to -” Her apology died on her lips when she looked up into the most blood red eyes she had ever seen. Beautiful, she thought.

“Chaos-dammit! You got smoothie all over this damn jacket Rouge forces me to wear. I’m never gonna hear the end of it.”

Amy blinked dumbly, unable to peel her gazed from his fiery eyes. They sucked her in, made her heart tremble, and her mind go blank. 

“Sorry, Amy!” Sonic called as he came up behind her, his hands clasped together in apology, “I saw an old lady with a cane struggling to cross the road,” He laughed nervously at his excuse for ditching the girl. He’d learned from past experience that abandoning her was never a good idea.

“You know me, I can never turn my back on a lady in need!”

When she didn’t respond, and instead kept a steady gaze on the person in front of them, he tilted his head. Usually she would gush over what a gentleman he was for helping someone in need, but she barely even seemed to register that he was there. He looked up to see who had the girl’s attention and was surprised to see a dark, and pissed off hedgehog.

“Oh, hey, Shadow. Surprised to see you walking about during the day,” Sonic laughed, causing a growl to emit from Shadow. Sonic removed his hand from Amy’s shoulder and brought his hand to his chin as he looked the glaring hedgehog over. He noticed the pink drink dripping from ebony fur and leather jacket.

“Oh, looks like you did me a favor!” The hero laughed again, placing a hand on Shadow’s shoulder. The ebony male growled and smacked Sonic’s hand away.

“Don’t touch me with those weak hands, faker.”

Sonic smirked, and folded his arms, his lids lowered mockingly.

“Oh? Someone wake up on the wrong side of the cyro sleeper today?”

Shadow growled once more, his fists clenching in anger. He was about to insult the blue hero further when suddenly a pink barrier popped up between him and his object of hate. Both male hedgehogs looked down in confusion to see Amy standing with her legs spread in a firm stance, and her hands shoving into their chests. They’d forgotten that Amy was there, and she was looking back and forth between them with a stern expression.

“Stop it!” She commanded. Shadow rolled his eyes at the dramatic display, here we go. Another lecture from the number one Sonic Fangirl, on how to play nice with the blue imbecile. He really had no time for this, all he’d wanted to do was try a new cafe that had opened up and raved about their bitter americano. All he wanted was to drink an ice cold, bitter, refreshing drink, and yet he was cursed by these two idiots. Screw it, I’ll just -

“Don’t you dare talk to Shadow like that! He didn’t do anything wrong, I was the one that bumped into him!”

A pregnant silence fell upon the hedgehog trio as both males looked at each other and then back to the young girl in shock. She wasn’t glaring at Shadow like she normally would have. No, instead she was glaring fiercely at her self-proclaimed boyfriend.

“Shadow is the Ultimate Life Form! You should show him some respect!”

Silence. Sonic blinked rapidly, and stuck a finger into his ear to clean out any imaginary wax.

“Uh, Ames… what are you saying?” The hero asked, his expression was entirely stunned and confused, a comical look for the self assured hero, if the situation hadn’t been so bizarre. Amy huffed and stuck out her bottom lip before grabbing Shadow’s arm. She yanked it to her chest and stared at Sonic from behind it while sticking out her tongue.

“Wow! You really are dumb! Do I need to repeat myself twice?”

Sonic’s mouth popped open like a toaster, and his eyes flicked from Amy’s aggressive sneer to Shadow’s frozen face. What in Chaos's name is going on?

“HAHAHAHA!”

Sonic and Amy jumped from the unexpected sound, and were surprised to discover that it was Shadow laughing his ass off. Neither of Mobious’ heroes had ever seen Shadow smile let alone full belly laugh before. 

“Looks like someone finally grew a brain! How does it feel to have your fangirl burn you like that faker?” Shadow chuckled some more before removing his arm from Amy’s grip.

“Well this has been interesting, but playtime is over.” His expression had returned to its usual glower, and he turned to make his way to his destination. He had only made it one step when he was yanked backwards by a pink hedgehog.

“Where are you going? Can I come?”

Shadow looked over his shoulder in disbelief to see Amy holding his hand and staring up at him with large puppy-dog eyes. What the fu -

“Amy! What the heck is going on? Is this some kind of joke or trick?!” Sonic exclaimed, his expression deeply concerned now. Amy was acting completely out of character as though someone else had taken control of her body. He had hardly ever seen her talk to the ebony anti-hero, let alone cling to Shadow like… well like she did with him.

Amy turned to look at Sonic once more, but she didn’t let go of Shadow’s hand.

“Nothing’s ‘going on.’ I just want to spend time with Shadow.”

Shadow flinched at the words, just what was this girl playing at? Spending time with someone she constantly berated as being ‘no fun,’ ‘dark and gloomy,’ and just plain mean. It was unbelievable, impossible. However, here she was, desperately holding onto his hand, and against his better judgement, he felt something stir within him.

“Seriously, Amy! You trying to make me jealous with another guy is so overused. Just drop the act!”

“What are you talking about?” Amy scoffed, and smiled sweetly up at Shadow. Shadow felt his heart stop for a single beat as he stared into clear jade pools of adoration. A look so honest and so raw that it cut through all of his barriers and walls, and pierced his ice-cold heart. Then those sloppily painted lips part, and a voice sweeter than honey announced,

“Shadow’s my boyfriend, of course I want to spend time with him!”

[god-save-the-keen]

Fears

Book: Bloodbound

Pairing: Adrian Raines x MC (Amy)

Summary: A normal afternoon turns out in Adrian's fears.

Words: 2.135

Warning: Angst / Fluff

Adrian x mc tag list: @avamarieland @alesana45 @choicesfannatalie @itscassandraleig-blog @mattrodriguezmylife @bigmemesplz @perriewinklenerdie @x-kyne-x @livingpurpose @adriansbiss @marycarrillo21

Permanent tag list: @gardeningourmet @client-327 @desireepow-1986 @dawn-1994 @violinet @darley1101 @blackcatkita @flyawayboo @drakewalker04

They were walking around Central Park, the stars shining above them as a soft warm breeze that anticipated the summer lifted her dress up her knees while her laughter echoed around them. Adrian took her waist, smiling and gently pinned her against a tree, slowly leaning his head towards her and kissed her. Her smile against his lips, her arms lazily hanging on his shoulders, her hands touching that spot she loved on his nape. Adrian felt like they were the only two people in the park, in the city, even in the whole world while their lips continued moving together and his hands lovingly roamed her body, the fabric of her dress slippery under his palms and her skin soft as silk. She separated a little from him, her gaze fixed on his, as she touched one of his soft curls, twisting it between her fingers, happily grinning.

They stood like that for a long time, enjoying being together until she snuggled closer to him, shivering thanks to an unexpected cold breeze. He hugged her tightly, looking around. Everything was darker, the stars had disappeared from the sky, most of the street lights were off and the air was colder second by second, their breathing and the leaves ruffling on the trees was the only sound around them. Amy looked at him again, cupping his cheek, he could see she was scared and her eyes full of sadness while a heavy worried feeling invaded him.

"Adrian" She said in an almost inaudible whisper that made him quiver, something was wrong, something was frightening her, he knew it, he felt it, but he couldn't tell what it was. When she talked again, the desolation in her voice gave him goosebumps."Never forget that I love you."

"Amy, what--?" A strong hand grabbed the collar of his suit jacket and shirt from behind, tearing him away from her, sending him flying towards a tree and crashing his back hard against it, making it fissure as the bones of his body cracked from the unexpected knock.

He heard her screaming his name so he stood up, grumbling from pain but starting to run to her, his muscles were sore but his fear was bigger. It wasn't until he got closer to their spot that he saw him, standing in front of Amy, her hands up as her power flowed from her palms, defending herself. Gaius sent an energy blast that hitted her, making her groan.

"NO!" Adrian grabbed a broken branch from the ground and ran towards Gaius as fast as he could. Maybe if he moved faster than the last time, he could beat him, he needed to win this time. When he was just a few inches from them, Gaius turned for a brief moment and lifted a hand, freezing him almost indifferently, trapping him in his own body again. A horrible deja vu sensation overwhelmed him as Gaius started to get closer to Amy, sending blast after blast that she could barely contain. "Gaius! Stop! I'm the one you want!" He yelled as he watched how Amy's back touched the same tree they had been kissing against just a moment ago, he fought against his binds without use, only able to watch as his heart beat in his chest painfully fast.

Amy groaned again, her forehead sweaty from the effort, her lips white, the flow of her power weaker, her palms cracked because the pressure and her whole body was shaking. She was losing.

"Gaius!! No!!" He felt useless like that day in the Met, his desperation obvious in his voice as he could only watch like a horrible horror movie. "Please! Not her! Kill me instead!" Gaius sent one last blast of energy that pushed her hard against the tree as she slipped to the ground, his face twisted with hate and pleasure, his factions grotesque looking more terrifying than ever before. Adrian continued yelling at him and fighting against his binding as he took Amy from the neck and lifted her high above the ground, she grabbed his hand, trying to loosen his hold.

"Bring some old memories, Adrian?" Gaius asked as Adrian watched Amy, his eyes wet as some tears started to fall to his cheeks while she stared him back, also crying. Her face showing her pain, her hands still trying to free herself as the rest of her body was hanging there, looking weak and broken.

"A- Adrian…" Her voice was shallow and choking, she was sobbing with difficulty.

"I'll do whatever you want!! I'll be your soldier again! Just let her go! Please!" He pleaded while his tears ran down from his face. This couldn't be happening, not again, not like this. Not when they thought they were finally safe.

"I never heard you beg before, my beautiful soldier" Gaius smiled again, squeezing her neck with one hand and breaking a branch of a tree with the other, grabbing it like a stake. Amy's eyes were fixed on Adrian's the whole time.

Even when her tears were filling them as they ran on her cheek and chin until falling on the ground.

Even when the stake went through her chest and emerged from her back, covered in her blood.

Even when she gasped in pain while her skin turned pale and her body shuddered for a moment.

Even when she started to dissolve in ashes until nothing of her was left behind.

Adrian fell to his knees, he hadn't noticed when Gaius released him or where he was but he didn't care either. The pain he was feeling was unbearable, his sobs shaking his body as he watched the pile of ashes that used to be the woman he loves. This time he couldn't try to turn her, hold her or save her somehow, she was gone forever.

A whisper reached him through the trees, a voice calling his name repeatedly but he ignore it. The voice started to sound louder and more urgent as a warm breeze brushed his face.

"Adrian!" He jolts awake on the bed with Amy next to him, staring at him and touching his face, concerned. "Oh thank god" She sighed relieved, closing her eyes for a moment. "I've been trying to wake you up for the last five minutes." He looked around, the bedroom was dark thanks to the heavy curtains but, except for the two of them, was completely empty, no Gaius or anyone else there. He was soaked in sweat and a few tears still falling from his eyes as he turned and reached for Amy, without saying a word, burying his face in her hair and hugging her fiercely. She sat on his lap, her legs around his waist, holding him as close as possible, while her hands lovingly caressed his head and back. "Want to talk about it?" She asked softly.

"I dreamt that I lost you again. Gaius killed you and I couldn't do anything." His voices husky and muffled from her shoulder, he tightened his embrace around her.

"I'm here, I'm okay and we are together." She cupped his cheeks, drying the remainder of tears with her thumbs, making him look at her. "I'm a badass vampire thanks to you." He chuckled a little despite himself. "And I'm not going anywhere. I promise."

"I hate to feel useless, that I couldn't protect you." She hadn't seen him this sad since the fragment that showed her the day after her death. "I had to watch as he killed you and I couldn't do anything to avoid it! I--" She pressed a couple of her fingers to his lips.

"Adrian, stop. Please." She moved her hand away. "Are you aware of all the times that you have saved me or helped me? Or the fact that if it wasn't for your Turning me I wouldn't be here? You even helped me with Kano's mental test."

"You didn't need my help." He smiled proudly. "You are strong, Amy."

"I know. And so you are. But having you beside me always makes me stronger. And braver." She looked intently into his eyes. "You need to forgive yourself for what happened in the Met." He tried to avoid her gaze but her hand gently held his cheek again, making him look directly at her. "I have never blamed you for that. Not even once. And I'm never going to do it. Don't do that to yourself." Her eyebrows furrowed with sadness, it wasn't the first time that he had a nightmare but they never had been this intense.

"You died because I couldn't protect you." He said frustrated and with a sigh she stood up and started to pace around the room.

"And what do you expect me to do?" She raised her voice unconsciously, she needed him to understand. "Stay hidden watching while he kills you when I could do something?! Would you do that if the table was turned?!"

"No! Of course not!" He followed her, standing in front of her.

"Then never expect that from me! It would kill me to lose you like that! I did what I had to do and I don't regret it!" She looked at him with her eyes sparkling. "I would never watch you die if I can prevent it."

"I know, love. It's just that…" His voice was tender as he got closer to her, taking her crossed arms in his hands.

"Just what?"

"It's just that I feel guilty for constantly putting you in danger. Since you met me, Amy, you have been chasing, kidnapped, attacked, harassed by Priya, even killed." He placed a hand on her cheek, stroking her soft skin.

"That is why you feel so guilty?" She answered in a bittersweet tone. "In his test Kano showed me some kind of alternative universe. In one of them, you didn't hire me, you even asked Nicole to take me out of the room after the interview." His eyes widened with surprise, she hadn't told them that part of the test. "Thanks to that, in that reality, I never found out that I'm a bloodkeeper, I never meet any of you and I'm just a corpse on New York's streets killed by Gaius, like so many when he returned." A single tear fell on her cheek and Adrian dried it. "So the next time you feel guilty for what happened that day, remember that thanks to you I'm actually alive. That you Turned me and saved me."

He wrapped her in his arms, holding her tightly, while a few more tears fell from her eyes on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, Amy." She hugged him back, leaning her head on his shoulder, sniffing a little. "I'm so sorry that you had to go through that." He kissed her head, closing his eyes. "All of that."

"Just promise me you are going to stop blaming yourself. It wasn't your fault." She was holding him as close as she could. And he was doing the same.

"I promise I'll try. For you." She sighed against his shoulder and he felt how she relaxed in his arms. "You don't have any idea how much I love you Amy. How much you mean to me."

"I love you too Adrian. You are the most important thing in my life." He moved away slightly and took her chin, gently lifting her face before kissing her softly, sweet and slow.

"Want to return to bed?" She nodded and before she could do anything, Adrian took her thighs, lifted her and effortlessly carried her, making her giggled as her legs encircled his waist. He lay her down on the mattress, her legs and arms still holding him as he lowered his head to kiss her, his body putting a pleasant pressure against hers before rolling to the side. She covered them with the bedclothes as she snuggled with him, her arm holding his waist and her head resting on his chest. Adrian hugged her while his hand traced a line up and down, soft and soothing, on her back, her breathing on his skin as she placed small kisses there before finally falling asleep, quietly snoring. He smiled, carefully pulling her close, stroking her hair. He knew how tired she was, even if she hid it so he wasn't worry, she was still mastering her new powers, every training session drained her energy, she was working hard alongside him to resettled Raines Corp after Rheya's last attack to the city and, with their friends, they were helping with the restoration of New York.

But she was right. She was okay, she was with him, they were living together and she loved him. Maybe, after all, it was time to let go of his guilt and simply enjoy.

❣️

[heyyouwiththeprettyface18]

Where I've Been and My Relationship with Social Media

Do I think anyone actually cares about this and missed my presence online? Well yeah. I have friends on here so I would like to imagine they did. I had one amazing and lovely soul sending me memes during my break and I love her for it! Am I screaming into the void in a way to work out my own emotional state? Well, yeah. This isn't for notes. This is for me.

It all started about two years ago. One of my best friends in the whole world, who I will refer to as Amy, messaged me one day before school and told me that she was stepping away from social media. She was deleting snapchat, Instagram, facebook and any other various profiles she had. At the time I felt like King George in 'I Know Him', I wasn't aware that was something a person could do. Why would this gorgeous, college age student want to get rid of her social media? Didn't she want to be connected to the rest of the world? Didn't she want the validation from her peers? Didn't she want to just be able to look up someone and know everything she ever needed to know about them? Keep in mind this was the time where I considered myself something of an internet sleuth for my friends, family and occasionally teachers (Shout out to Mr. Hunter). But she was my friend. And I was going to support the hell out of whatever Amy wanted to do.

To this day she is still off social media and she is happier than ever. And that freedom she felt from society constantly throwing all sorts of unachievable standards in her face all the time? Slowly became more attractive to me as I got older. A while ago, maybe around the same time Amy deleted everything (I really can't remember) I uninstalled Facebook from my phone. It was so freeing? I didn't have to see all the negativity on there and the politics from my father's side of the family. It was so nice. That's when I got my first taste for it. This freedom. But that's about all I did until my first year in college.

December - February were weird months for me. Specifically when I was at school. Looking back on it, some of the reasons why it was so weird seem trivial. But at the time they meant everything to me. It seemed like I was losing some irl friends and a few online ones. Not to mention college chemistry and accounting made me breakdown about 10 times total. I remember calling another one of my best friends, Ellie for the sake of the story, sobbing. I felt so genuinely alone. I felt like all the people up at my school either just barely tolerated me or hated me. I think that's the loneliest I've ever been.

You might be wondering why this has anything to do with social media? Well. Let me tell you. This emotional breakdown of mine happened after I saw a photo posted of two of my friends out getting doughnuts from our favorite place without me. It's so stupid. But I was in a very fragile place. I was trying to figure out a lot of things. Classes, friends, sexuality, past trauma, self worth, whether or not I should have gone to therapy. Looking back on it, Jesus Christ I wish I did. It was just a lot. So in a brash decision I deactivated my Instagram. Didn't tell anyone. Didn't think anyone would care. People did. So after about a week I reactivated it. I couldn't stand not knowing what people (aka Tom Holland and Taylor Swift) where posting. So I chugged along.

And then a fucking Pandemic happened.

It's nice to be home. I'm a total mama's girl and am attached to her at the hip. Which is another reason why I wasn't doing so hot at college looking back on it. But all I was doing at home was my class work and scrolling through the toxicity that is Twitter, the pretty photos of Instagram or Tiktok. I would get frustrated at the people not wearing masks or that people were still going out in public. And it slowly worked at my nerves.

Before I knew it, Black Lives Matter was in full swing because of the disgusting murder of George Floyd by the racist police officer. There are two things you need to know about me: I am extremely empathetic and I have seen some shit. I have never been so distrusted or viscerally affected by a piece of footage in my whole life. After that, I was on Twitter reading and retweeting everything I could. Signing every petition I saw pop up. Trying to educate myself. And I did. I will be the first to admit, I still have a lot to learn what it means to be a good ally. But the negativity and guilt I was feeling, was coming from me. Nothing I did felt good enough. I wasn't able to attend protests because of online classes and I was only able to donate about $20 dollars to charity because I am not working right now. It just didn't feel good enough in my eyes. I wanted to do so much more. And for the record I still want to do more. I'm looking into ways that I can help the BLM movement, even though I am currently off social media.

And that's when something happened that I wasn't expecting. I was rewatching an old episode in Jacksepticeye's animal crossing series where he went off on a tangent about social media and mental health. I was making breakfast while I was watching it. I stopped dead in my tracks and listened to what he had to say. And I kept it in my as I watched the current state of my YouTube life get turned upside a few weeks ago.

That's when I realized social media was really hurting my mental health. That day I deleted Twitter from my phone and deactivated Instagram again. At this point I had already deleted Tumblr from my phone because at the time I thought this site was the soul reason I was unhappy with my relationship on the internet. This was the first time I purged myself of all three of these social medias at that the same time. Also I stopped looking at snapchat stories and privated a lot of my boards on Pinterest. And it was so good. I have been so much happier since cutting the negativity and helplessness I felt out of my life. I was calmer. I allowed myself to focus on the things that made me happy.

I was getting to hang out with my friends a little bit more. I started playing DnD and am in love with my character. I started taking more Polaroids. I was taking drives. I'd sit at the park with ice cream and enjoy summer. Dancing alone in my house. I was writing again and developing characters that I've had for years that are desperate need of a face lift. Baking and cooking again. Watching things that made me happy. I was living for me and finding positivity in my life again.

And I still am. It's still a work in progress sometimes to be happy like I want to be. But I'm willing to put in that work. It just so happened that cutting social media and that tie to society was what I needed. It was a small step, but it put me in a good direction. I've decided to come back to Tumblr and take my blog back for me and ignore some of the personal reasons why I got rid of it in the first place. This was a power move for me, and I'm happy to be back.

I've been debating about making a new Instagram account, to follow a select number of friends but probably not. I'll be damned if I ever redownload Twitter on my phone again. So if you're one of my mutuals and you want to talk outside of tumblr the social medias I still have are: discord, pinterest, and snapchat.

TL;DR: I got really sad and frustrated. So I pulled a Taylor Swift pre REP era and disappeared. I'm doing pretty good and am still working on achieving my definition of happiness. And if I had to give advice, I guess I'd say that take a week break from social media see how you feel. Who knows, you might not even miss it.

Remember: Drink water, moisturize, wear a mask, Black Lives Matter and Always Keep Fighting

W/ Love,

Laura

[lesmiserabby]

Tag Meme

I was tagged by both @asd-n-me and @autie-jake, thanks for the tag!

RULES: Answer 20 questions, then tag 20 bloggers you want to get to know better.

1. NAME: Abigail

2. NICKNAMES: Abby/Abbie/Abi/whatever spelling of that you want to use, Abs, Les Miserabby, a few funny ones a friend in high school came up with that never got used, ie Abby of the Wind (wind being a pun on the “gail” part of Abigail)

3. ZODIAC SIGN: Aries sun, Libra moon, Scorpio ascending, I know other things from the zodiac birth chart stuff but I’m going to leave that at enough information (Astrology is more my sister’s thing, I swear)

4. HEIGHT: Around 5′5, thought I was 5′4 for the longest time then I gained confidence and stopped slouching so much

5. LANGUAGES: English, semi-fluent in German (studied it as a minor), WAY too many on my duolingo account and I keep adding them like a fool

6. NATIONALITY: Canadian

7. FAVOURITE SEASON: Fall, winter close second, I love the changing colours of the leaves

8. FAVOURITE FLOWER: Red roses

9. FAVOURITE SCENT: The cherry scents from Bath and Body Works are sooo nice, I also like the smell of the rain and fresh cooked fish, and I super miss the smell of the conifers back up in Northwest Ontario, that smells like home

10. FAVOURITE COLOUR: Red and black (I say black counts), purple is not far behind

11. FAVOURITE ANIMAL: Wolves, cats close second, also foxes. Also owls, they’re cats that can fly

12. FAVOURITE FICTIONAL CHARACTER(s): Elsa (Frozen), Abed Nadir (Community), Amy Santiago (Brooklyn 99), everyone from Lord of the Rings, Zuko and Katara (Avatar: The Last Airbender), everyone in Les Miserables, internal screaming as I try to remember all of my favourite characters because there are so so many I can’t

13. COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Tea

14. AVERAGE SLEEP HOURS: I am currently alternating between no sleep and 10-12 hours of sleep and it’s Bad.

15. DOG OR CAT PERSON: Major cat person but my mom is allergic so we have a dog and my boyfriend is a major dog person so.... yeah.

16. NUMBER OF BLANKETS YOU SLEEP WITH: That depends on how hot or cold it is and whether or not I kick them off entirely in my sleep, I’ve fallen asleep with four of them and woken up with all of them on the floor so... yeah.

17. DREAM TRIP: Europe, big focus on Germany and Austria because I minored in German and I want to get good practice in with the language, and go to Paris because Les Mis and Phantom of the Opera. London, England was a big destination for me until last year but then Cameron Macintosh decided to mess with Les Mis and replace the classic staging using the turntable stage with the new stuff from the 25th anniversary and ruin it so... slightly less priority but still a lot of cool history stuff I’d love to see.

18. BLOG ESTABLISHED: I do not remember when. I first joined tumblr back in high school, then I deleted it, then I made this one sometime in uni. Been on here for more than three years though, I think around maybe 2016? Already had it before I got the ASD diagnosis and started posting more about neurodivergence than anything else

19. FOLLOWERS: 106 apparently, that’s pretty cool. More than I thought!

20. RANDOM FACT: My boyfriend and I are both absolutely terrified of spiders and regularly disagree on who will have to fight them if/when we move in together. If this was meant to not be a fact about me then there is literally a chapter in Les Mis where Victor Hugo goes on for multiple pages about the landscape of the battlefield for the Battle of Waterloo all to establish one small detail in character backstories that doesn’t become relevant at all until many, many, MANY chapters later. 

I’m tagging @asobsesions, @elsasflower, @bb8-boppity-boo, @queen-paladin, @empirehayley, @marshedmallow19 and anyone else that wants to do it

[therearemorethanfivenights]

Chapter 10 is up!

Getting back to the writing.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11674818/chapters/37276622

Or alternatively, read it under the cut -

"Now that we're alone, you wanna do adult things? Like taxes? Or scrabble?" Vincent asked. The parts and service room was colder than anywhere else. The only warmth came from a small heater they'd borrowed from Dawn's room. "Oh, how romantic, I thought you'd never ask" Mangle replied, giggling. The two of them were already aware that this is all they'd be talking about for a long time and were aware of how irritating they were going to be too. 

"Ok, but for the next few weeks, I'm not calling you anything except 'girlfriend'. Oh, and sighing constantly. When they ask if I'm sad, boom, I'm just thinking of you. We are driving these people crazy." He snickered at the thought. This was mostly just revenge for all the teasing. And of course, Mike acted in the same way about Amy, pulling her around like a new puppy. Everyone could tell even Mike and Amy were sick of themselves, but they'd kept going for the sake of annoyance. 

"Likewise, 'girlfriend'." Mangle teased, "Maybe we could do something productive. Like... clean this place up? It's kind of a mess..." She looked at all the various computer chips, nuts, bolts and tools spread across the floor, coupled with the large mound of bottles of beer and whiskey she'd collected over time. "Could always turn the trash into useful stuff. If we cleaned the bottles we could use them as decorations. Put little lights in them and stuff." Vincent said picking the little bits and bobs off the floor.

Meanwhile, Mike and Amy had headed over to the office. "Think we can snoop on Jeremy's internet history?" Amy asked, a smile forming on her face. Mike ignored her. He'd always been fond of mystery stories and cop shows. Finally, he was living in one, and he had a lead to follow. "Amy... be honest with me here... do you think I'm crazy for thinking that... maybe William didn't take suicide?" He asked her. She looked at the screen, waiting for the pages to load. 

"I know it sounds stupid, but maybe he faked his death to get off the grid? The one who found him was Henry, and he announced it to the public. No service, nothing. Nobody except Henry's family could say whether he was alive or dead... what if he's the killer? Revenge?" He busily began taking mental notes of all the details of the event. Nobody, of course, could prove him wrong or right, but it was better to have a semi-crazy theory than nothing, he thought. Amy thought about this. 

"It's possible. But Will sounded like a nice enough guy. I mean look at what the internet says. 'Described by company founder Henry Ross as a quiet and humorous individual. He was known by few, yet was more loved than any other employee, and will surely be missed." Doesn't sound like a psychopath, does it?" She said, highlighting the text to read it better. Mike didn't want to dismiss his idea, however. "Sociopath Amy, sociopath. It's unlikely he'd been crazy before. And all the stuff he'd been through... no man can deal with that much pain. Either he snaps and does something awful, or maybe, maybe he does some amazing heroic shit like start a charity or something to make themselves feel better."

“So what, you think the dead guy is behind all this?” She peered at the articles on the screen. “Well… I did some digging and… Michael… he isn’t actually…” Mike was struggling to form a sentence. He almost didn’t believe it himself. “Michael Afton is alive.” He said finally. He turned to his girlfriend as slowly as he could, hoping she would believe him. She just kept reading. “Uh… anyway…” He trailed off. Amy frowned. “But doesn’t that just put more holes in your theory?” She leaned back on the desk. This seemed logical. If Michael was indeed alive, and so was his father, then surely killing would be unnecessary. The dad could just get his son back, problem solved, right? 

“You’d think. Except that the only evidence about him being still in the hospital, ergo the only evidence for him being alive was a small blog piece someone wrote. Apparently, this dude is super invested in the franchise, he’s kept tabs on this kid from day one.” Mike shuddered. “So he posted something months ago about the kid possibly not making it anymore. As in: just before the first murder. If William is responsible, maybe he read that post.”

“That’s not that dumb now that I think about it. Still pretty crazy how they kept this kid in a coma for ten years,” Amy gave him a small congratulatory pat on the shoulder. “See? Even if it’s not Will, we might at least have a motive for whoever it is. Who knows? They might be doing it involuntarily.” He said triumphantly. “Wait, what do you mean by that? Involuntarily?” Mike quickly searched up more articles. 

“See like you remember how your dad was in the army? How he had PTSD for the longest time so if he heard something that sounded like gunfire he’d just drop for cover? No matter what was going on? Same thing. Just way more messed up. If the murderer was exacting revenge on the kids responsible for ‘killing’ that kid, he’ll be basically hardwired to react in the same way if he hears anything is threatening his life again.”

“So this guy just goes out and murders six kids again? Seems a little extreme.” Amy said. She thought about the way her dad had acted during the Fourth of July. “So that’s why it’s gotta be the dad, right? Nobody else would like that kid enough to murder other kids in his honor.” Mike nodded. It all made sense in theory. Unfortunately, neither of them knew a thing about tracking down dead people.

“Did it hurt?” BB was still sat by Marie, waving his hand through her body. He just had to be sure ghosts could really walk through walls. Toy Bonnie yanked his hair. “Oh my god, B, you can’t just ask people that!” He folded his arms and scowled at him. In truth, he also wanted to know, since robots never experienced anything like death. “BB, please get your grabbers out of my chest, it’s weird. Yes. It hurt a lot.” Marie grabbed BB’s arm and removed it from her insides. “How’d they do it?” He continued, rubbing his head from where T-Bone had hurt him. Marie sighed. “I don’t want to talk about it.” She said, closing her eyes.

It was cold and dark. She felt it, burning, stinging, biting… it hurt and it hurt bad. Her knees wobbled. In front of her lay her baby brother. Little Alex Sanderson. Poor Alex. She took a step towards him.

“You can’t.”

She felt her knees crumble below her. She coughed as her lungs filled with blood. Another step.

“You can’t”

She collapsed in front of him. He was beaten and bruised, dead. Hours had passed, he had gone stiff. She took his hand.

“You can’t”

She knew she was dying. She knew from the moment she felt the rush of pain. She lay Alex on his side. She cried. She coughed. She felt something slide from her back. A large kitchen knife. “You can’t”

She took Alex’s hand and clutched her doll tight. She lay by him and waited for the pain to die away. Footsteps. They got closer. Paws, white and pink. They screamed but she couldn’t hear them. They tried to wake her but she was dreaming. Then they collapsed. They were dragged away. She closed her eyes.

“Marie? Hey! Puppet! Hey, wake up!” She jolted awake. “Marie dear, are you ok?” It was Chica’s voice. “What… Chi… Wha?” She was confused. She was lying in the middle of the dining hall floor. “Whoa now, easy, get up slowly.” Freddy. He had his hand behind her head. She looked at herself. Long spindly limbs, suit, buttons, she was in her body again. “What… what did you see?” She asked the huddle. 

She didn’t know how she got there, in the room, in her body. “I don’t think that matters.” She looked up to see Vincent. “Are you ok? He knelt to be at eye-level with her. She tried to sit up. “Ugh… no.” She murmured. “Where are BB and T-Bone? I think I’d like a nice polite word with them.” She growled. From behind the crowd, she heard whimpers. “Please Marie, don’t blame them. You passed out; they just wanted you to be safe.” Chica said. She had armfuls of what appeared to be rescue supplies: Food, water, a blanket, some painkillers from Dawns room and a box of daily hay fever pills. “What’s all that for?” The puppet asked, pointing at the items. Chica placed them in her lap. “I… didn’t know what to grab…” She said, watching her supplies tumble onto the floor.

“I’m going back to my box now.” The group began to whisper. Vincent grabbed her arm. “No, you’re not.” He said, pushing her back down. Chica sighed and grabbed the boxes and bottles. Marie grumbled. She seemed much bigger, trying her best to intimidate her friends into releasing her. “Oh? And who are you to try and stop me?” She hissed. But Vincent’s grip remained firm. “Your best friend, that’s who. I get that you’re stressed but this isn’t going to help. Don’t bottle all this up, we’re your family.” He sat down. 

Everyone slowly followed suit. It was rare that Marie looked anyone in the eyes, and now all eyes were on her. She lay back down again and held Freddy’s arm as it followed her head down. “I… I just want to sleep.” She said. She stared at the lights above her before closing her eyes once more.

“So this is the big secret you’ve both been keeping?” Attention had turned to Vincent. He let go of Marie’s arm. “Yes. Her name is Marie-Rose, a victim of our killer and a witness to… the bite,” he said, “and I figured that maybe letting her be might jog her memory faster than stressing her out.” Dawn and Mangle looked at each other and nodded before heading to parts and service. BB and Toy Bonnie had already scurried off to pirate’s cove and were hiding with Foxy, who wanted nothing to do with it. Toy Freddy sat at a nearby table. “Why though? Why keep it from us? It’s your job, we wouldn’t have intruded if you’d just told us why she-“ “Because she’s scared.” Vincent cut him off. “She trusts me.” “And why is that? What makes you so special?” Toy Freddy continued. Vincent took a deep breath.

“Marie came in almost every weekend. She hated everything. She wrecked stuff, got into trouble, anything she could think of to tear her parent’s eyes away from her brother. Alex. They stopped caring about her the minute he was born. During weekends and holidays, she’d hang out by the puppet box, pouring her secrets into it. Her anger, her fear, everything. The kind of stuff you’d scream into the abyss. Eventually, her parents found out where she was going and forced her to take Alex. Her space was gone. So I went and talked to her. I let her vent. She shared the kinda troubles you’d never expect a girl her age to have. I think it was… maybe a year in? She sent me presents on my birthday, started treating Alex so much better and to top it off every other time we spoke she called me ‘dad’ by mistake.”

Finally, Vincent slumped forward, a weight off his shoulders. He looked exhausted. “Were you?” Toychi asked. “Like, that’s… actually so sweet.” She smiled. Vincent sometimes was like a father to everyone around him, but Marie was the most obvious. He looked at the puppet. “Yeah, I guess I was.” 

He thought about that. Marie’s father, from what he could understand, was always too busy trying to calm her mother down or looking after Alex. She never called him dad once. So despite his better judgment, and the mere 10 years between them, he’d accepted his fate. “Made me feel old though.” He added, chuckling. Marie smiled. “You’ve been awake the whole time, haven’t you?” He sighed. She grinned. “You’re grounded.”

[sunshinechii-scenarios]

Chan, Who?

✿ Stray Kids’ Chan x Female!Reader ✿ Fluff ✿ 1.6k words ✿ Requested by anon ✿ Written by Sunni

This has been sitting in my phone for days, I’m sorry I haven’t had time to actually post it! Also, I hope you like it, anon, I hope it’s to your taste and what you wanted! Please request more, guys, I enjoy the challenge! -Sunni

I was able to format the following divider for only this blog’s use so please don’t take it or use in your own posts, thank you. - Chii

     “Are you kidding me right now, Amy?”

     Your best friend Amy was applying the finishing touches to a sign she made for Chan. She was basically dragging you to a soccer game today and of course she had made a cheesy sign that read “Christiano Bangnaldo” with a thumbs up emoji on it. Sighing, you could already imagine how many looks they would get. Not to mention all the other girls, who were all apparently just as in love with Chan as Amy, that would surely be giving Amy glares. You had to admit, she was one dedicated “fan.”

        “What~?” she whined. “Isn’t it cute?!” she asked excitedly, holding up the now completed poster. Jeez, it even had glitter.

        You rolled your eyes. “What is the big deal about Bang Chan, again?” you asked, mostly to yourself.

       As soon as the two of you sat in the bleachers just off the soccer field, you could tell Amy was going to get punched. You weren’t sure how willing you were to get in a cat-fight. The other girls kept turning around and narrowing their eyes. One girl even tried to spill her drink on the poster! These girls were out of control. Chan wasn’t even that cute. As if she were reading my mind, Amy suddenly said, “You know why I really love Chan? Even over his undeniable cuteness?”

       You forced a fake smile. “Why, Mrs. Bang?”

       Amy blushed at the pet name and continued. “Because he stays humble and dedicated to whatever he’s doing. Think about it, he’s never given up his dream for music, he continues to play soccer, and is still one of the top students in his class!”

       You wanted to tell her she was wrong. But she wasn’t. Suddenly, the principle came out to give a speech about how this was the deciding game for who would go to play-offs. The national anthem was played, and then the teams were being introduced. As soon as your school’s team was called, everyone started screaming. Chan, the captain of the team, of course, led the team out and Amy’s screams were practically deafening. You cringed and observed Chan from this distance. He had a light sheen of sweat covering his face, probably from warming up, but his uniform was spotless. Not a single hair was out of place. He was smiling. You denied the attraction you felt towards him. Besides, Amy would probably kill you if she saw you as competition for Chan’s attention.

       The game continued without much eventfulness. When Chan tripped over someone else’s feet and practically face planted, you expected people to laugh. You really did. But you were the only one who began to crack up over the unified gasp all the other girls let out. It felt like a million heads turned around to glare at you so hard, you almost fell over. Amy punched you in the arm and you covered your mouth, stifling your laughter. When you looked back to the field, even Chan’s head was turned in your direction. Your heartbeat sped up. Was he truly offended?

       But then Amy realized that he was looking in our direction and immediately raised her poster. “Bang Chan! Bang Chan!” she began to chant. Chan’s smile grew and he looked away quickly, probably embarrassed by the chants that were beginning to get louder. You didn’t join in.

       The game was so long, the sun began to set and the blinding field lights were turned on. You shivered from the change in temperature and tugged on Amy’s sleeve. “I’m gonna grab a snack from inside,” you explained. She looked back at you with a pout.

       “But the game is almost over! What if you miss something?”

       You gave her a small smile. “You can fill me in,” you suggested. She shrugged and you began to stand. You stood up completely and began to smooth out your shirt when Amy grabbed your forearm.  

       “Y/N!” she screamed. You looked to the field to see what she was being so dramatic about. You were practically starstruck as Chan smoothly ran past several defense players with the ball still at his feet. He was approaching the goalie at what seemed like lightning speed. Your jaw dropped as Chan kicked the ball with an extreme amount of power, sending it flying into the upper right corner and completely out of the goalie’s reach. You were screaming before you even realized it, your heart captured in the moment. Your school’s team had made it to play-offs and it was all due to Chan’s goal. Chan held his arms up in victory and all of his teammates began to run towards him. All the other girls in the crowd stood up with you and began to cheer at the top of their lungs. One began to chant Chan’s name, maybe it was even Amy. But eventually, everyone joined in. You observed the scene around you. All these girls chanting his name, Chan being lifted onto his teammates shoulders, where did you fit in at all in this picture? Realization hit you like a truck. You stopped cheering and sat down.

       Amy continued to frantically wave her poster, itching for Chan’s recognition. Then, as his teammates began to carry him off the field, he turned his head i your direction. You sat up straighter. Your heartbeat sped up and you told yourself that he was only finally noticing the poster Amy had. Then, Chan lifted an arm and waved. Amy’s screams intensified and your mouth fell open. No, he wasn’t waving at you. Why would he be? You weren’t even cheering for him. Finally, Chan was let down from his “throne” and he ran off the field towards his coach.

       Amy dropped back into her seat, exhausted from all the cheering. “Did you see that? Y/N, he waved! He waved at me!” she exclaimed, breathless.

       You nodded and gave her the sincerest smile you could manage. He was waving at the poster. Totally.

~two days later~

      The day after the game, all anyone seemed to be talking about was Chan’s deciding goal. You were so annoyed by the giggly girls by the end of the day that the confusing attraction you’d felt towards Chan was completely gone.

      Or so you tried to tell yourself. But when Chan slid into the seat next to you on the bus ride home, you undeniably got more nervous than you had been during any past interactions with him. You found that was frustrating at the same time. Chan was a human being. He was like anyone else. Even if he was talented and better looking than most people. Curious if he would talk to you, you paused your music. You stared at his shoes. They were classic Vans. He looked cute in them. Even though you couldn’t even see his uniform or his face, you could tell. Chan kind of looked cute in anything. You felt his shoulder press into your and you inhaled slowly.

       “Thanks for coming to the game with your friend,” he whispered.

       You pretended to not have heard and looked up at him. His smile took you by surprise. Pulling the earphone towards him out of your ear, you mumbled a “Sorry?”

       “I was surprised to see you at the game,” he started again, “Thank you for coming.”

       So he had been waving at you, after all. You forced yourself to remain calm, cool, and collected. “I didn’t go for you,” you said. It came out stronger than you had expected and you smirked. Who ever said acting was hard?

       “I know,” he said, equally as cool. “But I was still happy to see you.”

       You looked up at him again. What kind of nonsense was he saying? He was giving you a small smile. Not wide enough to see his dimple but wide enough to make his eyes crinkle. You wanted to return it but that would spoil your attempt at a cool aura. “You don’t even know my name.”

       “I know,” he repeated. “But I could.” He shifted in his seat so that he was facing you and stuck out his hand in the small space between the two of you. “I’m Chan.”

       It wasn’t even acting when you rolled your eyes. How cheesy. Was this his idea of flirting? He was such a dork. A cute dork. You gingerly took his hand and tried to ignore how it seemed to fit in his perfectly. He tightened his grip only slightly and you were taken aback by how soft his hands were.

       “Y/N,” you replied in a bored voice.

       “Y/N...I’d love to get to know you better. But this is my stop. The café across from the bus stop near school. Tomorrow at three? Be there or be square!” Chan said quickly. You didn’t even have time to register what he had said before Chan threw his backpack on and practically leaped off the bus through the back door.

        You sat there, stunned. A blush was creeping over your cheeks. Did you have a date? Had Chan actually just talked to you, of all people? He could have any girl he wanted in school, literally, and he chose to get to know you better?

       Your instincts told you to get up. Look out the back window. When you did so, you could see Chan standing at the bus stop. He was looking at the bus driving away. And then he saw you. There was a moment if deja vu there. He lifted his arm and waved, just like at the game. And your heart swelled knowing that for sure, he was waving to you this time. You tried to hide the smile that formed on your face.

I feel like I didn’t write this well enough aahh I want practice, I want to practice. Also, this makes me a little sad, I never had a “highschool sweetheart” or anything close to that LOL Is that even a real thing? 

Please don’t claim this as your own and please don’t do anything with it without my permission. If you don’t want it happening to you, don’t do it to others.

[coffeeflavoredtearsold]

“I’ll never forget you” “you shouldn’t have gone by yourself” and “I don’t want to talk about it” this is wheres-peggy-tho, I had to go anon cause it would’ve sent the ask from my main blog. Do whatever ship but please make it angsty cause I feel the need for sadness

(( So I chose some good old lams because angst. I am also trying out first person so bear with me if it’s shitty. This took way too long, but I’m proud of it. ))

-= Alexander’s POV =-

I walk down the streets of New York with my hands shoved into my pockets and my head watching the ground while I walk. I kept thinking about what John had said the previous night. It was running through my head and I had to find out what was wrong. It wasn’t like him at all. 

“Alexander, please let me go. I can’t-”

“John, please! Please tell me what happened.”

“I can’t Alexander.” He leans down to pull me into a hug. “Please don’t forget me. I’ll never forget you.” With that, he walked out of my- our apartment.

The first place I decide to check is Lafayette and Hercules’ place,. Knocking on the door, it only takes a few moments before Lafayette opens the door, giving me a smile.

“Alexander! Mon ami. How are you? Come in!” He says, pulling me into a quick hug.

“I actually can’t right now, Laf. I wanted to know if you’ve seen John in the past 24 hours. He said some weird stuff before leaving and I had hoped he came here.” Lafayette glanced back, and I followed his gaze to Hercules. Even he seemed nervous which told me something was wrong. “Where is he? Please tell me, guys.”

“I saw him with his father this morning. He looked like shit. I thought it was just an annoying visit like normal I didn’t know he was acting weird.” Hercules said, his expression grim.

“He broke up with me, then proceeded to apologize and tell me he had to protect me, and he was doing so by dumping me.” Lafayette looked nervous.

“You need to go find him. If he’s with his father it could be dangerous. You know what he did to John when he was younger.” Lafayette was already pushing me out of the entryway where I had ended up.

“Okay. I’ll text you an address and room number if I need you to call the police. You know how his father is.” And with that, I leave their apartment and begin my journey of finding John. I go to every hotel I can think of, asking for Henry and or John Laurens. When a hotel eventually says they’re calling them, I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face.

John’s the one who comes down, and as soon as I see him I rush into a hug without warning. “”m so sorry John I love you so much I should have known-” John pushes me off of him, which startles me. It’s so unlike him.

“Alexander, please. Don’t make this harder then it needs to be...” He says, crossing his arms over his chest. It’s so unlike him to be this cold.

“John I can’t just leave you with him. You shouldn’t have gone by yourself...”

“Alexander, please. Please just leave. If he notices I’m gone he’s going to come looking and if he sees you here he’s going to freak. Please, Lexi.”

“I’m not leaving you here John. Has he done anything to you?” John is silent, which only confirms my worries. I pull out my phone and text the hotel to Lafayette, adding on 

[Alex:Don’t have the room number. In the lobby.]

I get no response, and when John notices me texting he takes the phone from my hand, freaking out. “Alexander, please! Please. I can't...” He starts to cry and I pull him into a hug, holding him. A few minutes pass with him holding me in a death grip when his father walks into the lobby. He gives me a look and makes his way over, pulling John away.

The action hurts a little, as John was gripping me so tightly I was struggling to breathe properly, but he manages to pull John away, who begun kicking and screaming. I don’t get a chance to respond before the doors burst open.

-= John’s POV =-

I feel my father gripping on my hair, and when a bunch of police officers enters he throws me to the ground. It hurts like hell, especially when I feel him kicking me, but it doesn't last long. After a few moments it stops, and instead of his hands, I feel someone gently pulling me into their lap.

I immediately recognize them as Alexander and curl in on him. I felt so bad for doing it. My father had threatened him and I couldn’t let him get harmed. I love him too much. I relax a bit, enjoying the feeling of Alexander carding his fingers through my hair. My father was going to make me cut it today. I didn’t want to.

We got a few minutes to breathe while they presumably arrested my dad, based on the string of cuss words and homophobic slurs he was shouting. When they eventually faded away I felt another hand on my shoulder and immediately flinched. Opening my eyes, I say it was just an officer and calmed down a bit I was safe.

She helped me up, Alexander getting up right after. He wrapped his arms around me from behind, which made me smile a little. He was being a bit protective for it just being police officers, but I can’t blame him after what just happened. He only let's go so they can check me for any injuries and get me into the ambulance, even though they said the worst thing that could be wrong would be a bruised rib. He stays by my side, and when they were correct, just some bruising they let me go.

Lafayette and Hercules pick us up and drop us off at our apartment, and as soon as we’re alone I break down. I couldn't take it. I felt so bad about everything. But Alexander was safe! He pulls me into a hug and leads us to our couch. “What is it, my love?” He asks.

I shake my head. “I-I don’t want to talk about i-it.” I choke out, burying my head in his chest. He nods and accepts my answer, and I’m grateful he did. I fall asleep that night wrapped in his embrace, finally catching up on the sleep I missed the night before.

[thats-so-seventeen]

I’ve been going through the stuff you guys leave in the tags lol

Y’all are funny. (Long Post)

I literally probably went through about the last half of this blog and read through all your tags, newest to oldest.

On the recent van gogh joke @star-eyes-sunshine

#AMY WHY OMG

I just thought that was really cute? more on that later

On the the8/jun pictures spilling out of pockets post, @siirdber said

#me abt any kpop idol

Like, me too?? same

Then on the jun/coups “who did it” post, @leapmonthdance called svt “memeteen” which i thought was hilarious

And then @merrilywefall said

#It was probably actually Joshua

while @thewintersobber decided

#spoiler: wonwoo did it #youll just never find out

Fight fight fight fight

But also a contender: On the “boy’s night done right” post @bangtanbombdotcom called svt “sevenmeme”

...

Fight fight fight fight

(I’m just playing lol)

@justsomekpopstuff tags everything these days with “net neutrality” and I dont really get it because i dont really know anything about net neutrality because i’m australian, so it doesnt affect me. Sorry to all my american followers?? but also, thanks for the compliments on my sister's little svts

@teagirl9501 gave a compliment in the tags too

I also appreciate @michi-mischka using the lenny face on a verkwan post lol. me too, babe, me too

And on another post, @multifandomstruggles saying

#yall im ded #this is funny as shit

was just so hilarious to me?? I dunno. hilarious

and then! AND THEN! On the Seungkwan spagetti post @jeonscheol said

#who toucha my spaghet

like?? why do this to me? lol

Anyway, it seems that the most common tags are always along the lines of the following with varying spelling success:

#i'm fckn screaming

#i'm dying

#lmao

#accurate

#same

also, I really love it when I see tags like

#tag yourself im...

Through the tags I've also discovered that @stanleyvincentwrites is jeonghan's bday twin, which is cool. Mine is Exo's D.O lol

On the “McDonalds/In the car with....” post @andytrackable (which tumblr wont tag, i’m so sry) told me only mingyu and jeonghan confirmed licenses, thanks bro. And on the same post @we-live-the-fandom-life said

#god every member of seventeen is so pretty

I didn’t think it was relevant, but its definitely true ahaha

Then with the Wonwoo edible arrangements post @goinggoing17 tagged

#why is this literally something wonu would do #love his emo ass

And I’m like

same

Also, @sominbiased i saw you tag that verkwan eloping post as

#fic ref

umm, imma need to see that if you write it lol

And then with dark quotes aka quotes about alcoholism and shit, yall taggin yourselves and im just like??? yall okay???

And on the "Z is just a sideways /pls stop it/Zo" post @memesoltrash said

#this might be funnier to me because in dutch zo means ‘that’s how’#or ‘like that’

which i think is preeeetty coolio

On another verkwan @divaaboo said

#honestly story of my life #I’m such an awkward kid

i feel ya, boo, i feel ya

No context needed, @dreamingwishes said

#id hug tf out of jihoon

same

On a jun/the8 post @moon-minghao said

#this is possibly the most accurate junhao thing anyone could ever create

And i’m like "oh! that makes me happy to hear!"

And yeah, like i was saying, @star-eyes-sunshine is so nice? they're the only one who refers to me by name in the tags. When i put all the svt answer time answers together they said,

#amy's a blessing for compiling these

like, thank you so much? you're such a sweetheart omg

@yellowsweater-wonwoo once said:

#coups only has dr pepper and milk @ the dorm n thats it

I dont know why that seems so right but it does???

Oh, and @woazi feels me on the no aju nice dance version if their comment "BITCH IM STILL SJHSKSJSIS" is anything to go by.

Also shout out for @1bias-12biaswreckers and @daegu-bois for both giving their amens of the post that was like "Joshua: My love for Jesus Christ, can I get an amen."

On the "Seungcheol: I'm dad inside" post @jhnhui said

#this isn't even a shitpost this is just. the truth

um? Nothing on this blog is a shitpost?? they totally said these things?? Is says so in the bio?? lol

And y’all tag your friends! Which is cute! So cute! Like, I dont know who abby and dea and aurora and seamus are, but i hope yall are doing good? I dunno ahaha

And @poro-liv once tagging a minghao post wiht

#A THUGHAO CLASSIC

Yes! I forgot that THUGHAO was a thing lol. Like, I always make minghao a bit of a thug but i forgot we had a name to go with it lol

And btw, I’m really bad with ship names so i always forget them but yall always use them in the tags, so that’s pretty helpful.

On the “He is a fucking salty bitch. There’s definitely a shank in his bag.— Chan about Seungkwan, probably” post @norwegiankpop said

#ME about seungkwan tbh #he's my bias for a reason

SAME

(also, I dont remember posting half of these quotes lol)

And @fabulousfoxes and @piercethejavo both got excited over a supernatural ref once upon a time lol

@adoretu​ had this to say about badboy Josh:

#support Hong Jisoo ur local badboy

While @mans-ayyye​ thinks:

#josh no #u is a sof smol #stay gentle boo

Same with @guksuu​:

#josh you're too much of an angel

2 v 1 FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT

Once agian, no context needed with @see-bun-teen​ saying:

#i live for verkwan

Sameee

Anyway, after going through about half the blog, I’ve given up. Maybe one day I’ll do this for the first couple hundred posts on the blog though. Dont hold your breath lol

(Admin Amy)

[exxar1]

Episode 6: My Resolutions

12/31/2020

Resolution.

It’s an interesting word. It denotes both “end” and “beginning”. On this, the last day of the year, I’m sitting in my parents’ living room, glass of iced tea close by, MacBook open in my lap, reflecting on 2020. But…I think we all have done enough reflecting of this dumpster fire of a year, so I’m just gonna skip that part. Let’s look ahead to 2021.

Seriously, though, as I’ve said in previous posts, 2020 was a year of monumental personal change for me. So, with that in mind, here’s my resolutions for 2021:

1.     I want to be a better Christian. There’s a lot packed into this resolution, but, basically, I want to have a better relationship with God. For the last few months I’ve been using work as an excuse for not having enough time each day to do personal devotions and prayer. And while I have been super busy with two full time jobs, I have had a few minutes here and there where I could have spent some time reading in the Bible app on my phone. I surfed social media instead. I also have had some time at the end of the day before bed when I could have done a devotional and some praying, but, again, I either surfed social media or watched a half hour of something on Hulu or Netflix.

So, for 2021, I am resolving to read my Bible more, pray more, and build up my relationship with my Lord and Savior. A month ago, on black Friday, I purchased a couple different study Bibles that were on sale for the app on my phone and iPad. One of them is a men’s study Bible that is designed and set up as a one year, daily devotional Bible. Each night, before bed, I will use that half hour to read and pray.

2.    In that same vein, I am resolving to join a church in 2021. I’ve been doing a little research of local churches online, and I found a Lutheran church here in Vegas that appears to be gay friendly while, at the same time, doctrinally sound. By that I mean that it appears to be close to the same doctrinal beliefs as the Baptist church that I grew up in. My religious beliefs/convictions are very much Baptist, with the exception of their view on homosexuality. However, I don’t want that to be the only criteria for my selection of a church, obviously. And this will be predicated on whether or not life as we know it goes completely back to normal this coming year. That means no statewide lockdowns and no mask and social distancing mandates. Soooooo…yeah, this might be one resolution that doesn’t get fulfilled until much later in the year, or maybe even in 2022. Ugh! (But still keeping my fingers crossed.)

Also, my secret hope is that by completing this resolution, I will also be well on the way to completing Resolution #5.

3.    I resolve to explore further the issue of homosexuality and Christianity. Due to my hectic work schedule I haven’t been able to devote anywhere near the time necessary to the study and research that this issue requires. But, in 2021, I will be devoting more time to this project. I’m thinking that the more time I devote to Resolution #1, I will also be making progress on this resolution. Stay tuned for updates on here…

4.    As part of Resolution #1, I am resolving to be more compassionate and understanding with everyone around me and those I meet in my daily life. For the last week or so, as I’ve been up in Idaho on vacation, I’ve had more time to think and reflect on this past year. Looking back through my posts on social media, especially on Facebook, I realized that I have been VERY judgmental of people – both on my friends list as well as the various politicians and leaders who have been involved in the many social and political issues that have plagued our nation in 2020. I allowed myself to get caught up in the political storm, and I did more than my fair share of yelling, screaming, and smug finger-pointing that I have often despised in others over the last few years.

One of my favorite albums by Amy Grant is her 1988 Lead Me On. If memory serves, I first bought that CD around 1990 or 91, and, as with everything else in her library since 1985’s Unguarded, I had the entire Lead Me On LP memorized by the end of junior high. Later, as an adult, when I burned or downloaded all her albums in iTunes, I would “dust off” those songs every once in awhile over the last couple decades, revisiting old, familiar lyrics and memories while commuting to work or at the gym. One of the songs on Lead Me On is called What About The Love. The narrator spends most of that track pointing a finger at others and judging them for not showing the love, compassion or mercy of Christ. Then, in the last verse, the narrator looks in the mirror and realizes that he/she has been guilty of the very sin that he/she has been judging others for committing.

That’s how I’ve been feeling for the last couple weeks. I have stood on my pedestal, looking down upon the world, judging and smugly condemning everyone around me on social media for being ignorant, or uninformed, or just downright stupid simply because they believed differently than I on this or that issue. I have shaken my fist at the sky, ranting and raving about COVID-19, the national election, BLM, and many of the other social and political issues that tossed and turned our nation inside out these last 9 months.

For 2021, I resolve to be less judgmental, less angry, and more compassionate and understanding. That doesn’t mean I’m going to no longer stand up for my beliefs or convictions, and I will continue to speak my mind, but I will not do as much angry yelling as I’ve done in 2020. One of the major changes for me, personally, in 2020 was that I woke up from my 20-year complacency. Before this year, I never cared much about who was sitting in the White House, or what laws congress passed. But now, I care very much about those things, and I believe it’s important now, more than ever, for ALL American citizens to care as well. For this coming year – and from now on – I promise to be less confrontational and judgmental in my social media posts. Instead, I’m going to be more professional, calmer and understanding while stating my opinion. I’m also going to pause and ask myself the following before posting something: is this just to poke the hornet’s nest, or do I honestly have something to say and/or contribute to this or that debate?

Along those same lines, I resolve to be more sympathetic and understanding with the people I meet in my daily life. One of my biggest weaknesses is my impatience and judgment of others, especially my customers. Nothing infuriates or exasperates me more than trying to help an elderly man/woman who has no idea how to go about accessing their bank statement online. Or when people ask what I consider to be dumb or redundant questions. Or people who insist on splitting up what should be a simple, 2-minute transaction into a 10-minute, 5-part transaction. Or people who –

You get the idea. For 2021, I resolve to stop silently cursing and judging those people. Instead, I will take a deep breath, smile, and be more sympathetic and understanding. I have always had to remind myself that not everyone is as adept as me at current technology, or maybe they don’t know as much about the products they’re purchasing as I do. I’ve been selling money for 8 ½ years now. I’ve used the same script for explaining a payday loan every day, multiple times a day, for 8 ½ years. I sometimes forget that new customers are not as versed as I am, and I need to be more patient and understanding with them.

I also need to be more kind and patient with my co-workers for the same reason, especially the new people. Another of my weaknesses has been my impatience with those to whom I’m tasked to teach new things. (This is the main reason I had to quit my job as a computer assistant at an elementary school in 2012. I made too many young children cry. Literally. I’m not kidding.) For 2021, I resolve to be more patient and understanding with my co-workers. I will keep my frustration and exasperation to myself. Instead, I will pause, take a breath, and try to see the situation from their point of view. There’s a meme I’ve seen a lot on Facebook recently that says something to the effect of, “Treat everyone you meet today with kindness and love. Everyone is going through something in their life, and you don’t know what it is. So be nice.” I promise to take that advice to heart every day from now on.

5.    I want to find a man. And not just any man. I have a specific set of criteria, both physical and characteristic, that I want in my future husband. To me, dating is no different than applying for a job. I have a position that I’m seeking to fill, and all prospective applicants need to meet a certain set of standards and qualifications. (And let’s be honest: is there really much of a difference between dates and job interviews? Other than the fact that some dates might end with sex?)

But, seriously, folks, I want someone to love. I’m honestly not sure why this has become such a hunger for me these last few months, but I’ve been longing for some time now to share my life with someone special. The funny thing is, I’ve never cared about this before. I was perfectly happy just doing my own thing, but, lately, I’ve had a very strong yearning for all that clichéd relationship crap, or, as I saw in a social media meme awhile back, “…that special someone you want to annoy for the rest of your life.”

I could write a whole blog post about this (and maybe I will at some point), but I think I’ve officially discovered the 10th circle of hell: online dating. I’m sure Dante wrote a whole ‘nother book about it, but his publisher at the time thought it too frightening for the 13th century common man, so it was left out of The Divine Comedy. I’m honestly not sure that anyone in real life has ever found their soul mate – or even a normal, well-adjusted person – on eHarmony, Tinder, Plenty of Fish, or Match.com. I’ve even resorted to using Facebook’s dating section, which I didn’t know about until a month ago when a co-worker mentioned it. So far, no luck. The main problem I have with most of the major dating apps out there is that you have to plunk down anywhere from $30 - $150 just to be able to respond to ads and/or private messages. I gave Tinder, POF, and Match.com a single month’s subscription trial, but I didn’t meet anyone worth more than a few words in DM, let alone anyone who came close to meeting even the basic of my standards and criteria.

I’m scared that my only chance for “true love” is to meet someone in real life, and that’s not good. I work for a payday loan company and Walmart. I can tell you with absolute assuredness that those meet-cutes in every stupid Hollywood rom-com NEVER happen in real life. Never! Ever! Never ever! And I dare any of you to challenge me on this. The customers and co-workers that I interact with every day are not eligible soul mates, and since I have never been anything close to a social butterfly (even before 2020 when anything social and extra-curricular was shut down), my chances of meeting that special guy face to face are pretty slim.

But, as part of Resolution #1, I’ve decided to put this resolution in the hands of God. If it is His will that I meet that special guy, He’ll find a way to bring him across my path. I just hope that I’ll be ready. In the meantime, I have decided to be patient and just live my life as normal. If the absolute craziness of 2020 has taught me anything, it’s patience. Life is unpredictable, and you never know what each day might bring.

So there they are: my New Year’s resolutions. I can tell you right now that I will fail at some point throughout the year with each one of these (except maybe #2). But the point of resolutions is to commit to the struggle, even – and especially – when we fail. I’ll keep you posted on here on my progress, and I hope this encourages all of you to commit to your own resolutions.

After all, a struggle – like fine wine – is best shared with friends.

[nothing-fancy94]

Lost Time - Part One

Shadow looked over at the digital clock on his bedside table. 05:55am. Five minutes before his alarm would wreak havoc to his sensitive ears. He sighed, and rolled over to look out the small window to his right. It was winter and so the darkness outside was thick like molasses, and depressing. A perfect match to his current mood. Of course he wasn't upset that he had to get up soon, nor that he had unconsciously wasted five perfect minutes of sleep. No, it was the fact that he was about to repeat the same meaningless charade of life yet again. Get up, go to work at G.U.N. – which mostly consisted of menial paperwork for his past cases – then come home, go to bed, and repeat. It being a Friday did not help matters, his weekends were usually mundane, only ever worthwhile when he worked on his bike.

If he was lucky he would be called out to the field, but even then it was usually to simply break up a gang fight, or surveillance. It was only on the rare occasion that he’d be assigned an actual mission that challenged and excited him. However, he was hardly lucky.

BLEEP! BLEEP! BLEEP!

The horrid sound of his day starting, dragged him from his futile ponderings, and he groaned as the painful ringing began to pierce his ear drums. He slammed his fist onto the machine, and rolled out of bed.

His apartment was compact with minimal furniture and decoration. He'd never seen the need to do any of that pointless activity, considering all his place was good for, was sleep and the occasional meal. Moving about the apartment and getting ready was as easy and uneventful as ever, and he was out the door by 6.45am. Now came the part he almost enjoyed, the ride to work on his motorcycle.

Sure, he could probably get there faster if he ran, but there was something about being in control of a machine, and the feeling of gears moving beneath him, that got his blood rushing. He found it was the only time that he truly had to himself, all he had to focus on was the road ahead, and the wind whipping through his fur. The sound of a beast beneath him as he twisted and sped through the streets, and at this early hour most of the streets were empty of traffic. He never wore a helmet, mainly for the reason that his skin would never tear or his bones break from a mere kiss of pavement, but also so that his quills could fly freely in the rushing air around him. It was almost exhilarating.

He was speeding along, right on schedule, when suddenly something pink and red appeared in the middle of the road. It was odd to see anything in the road, let alone something colorful, and small, so it wasn’t until he was a few feet from it that he realized it was a Mobian crouching in the middle of the street.

He yanked on his handlebars roughly, causing the bike to slide and lose control beneath him. His body and vehicle scraped on pavement, and he flinched at the pressure and heat of friction as his skin slid undamaged across asphalt. When the screeching of metal and hissing of the engine stopped, he found himself pinned underneath his bike next to the sidewalk. 

Quickly standing, he stepped back to assess the damage. The whole left side of his bike was scratched and the handlebar was crumpled into odd angles. This was not going to be an easy – or cheap – fix. Cursing he turned ready for a fight, choice words bubbling to the edge of his mouth for the idiot who had destroyed his most valuable possession – his only source of semi enjoyment – when instead he was frozen in place at the sight before him.

A pink hedgehog, covered from quill to toe in a scarlet coat and scarf, stared at him with wide jade eyes, that reflected many the emotion. She was as beautiful as he remembered... he knew even though her entire body, and lower half of her face, was shrouded in cloth. It was in the air, in the way she stood, and in the concern pouring from her goddess–like eyes.

Amy Rose.

He hadn't seen her in at least five years... not since…

"Shadow... i–it's good t–to see you again..." She fumbled, as she awkwardly pulled the red scarf from her muzzle. He had been wrong. She was more gorgeous than before. He couldn't think straight, but he felt his muzzle open, and heard his voice say, "Rose..."

She blinked several times as though surprised that he'd recognized her, before a nervous smile graced her lips. At the weak attempt of happiness, Shadow's sanity finally returned. His posture stiffened, and he narrowed his gaze into a glare.

"What were you doing in the middle of the road, Amy Rose? If it were anyone but me, they would've died." 

She flinched at his harsh tone, and the absence of his pet name for her. Her hands dropped to fiddle with the hem of her bright ruby jacket. "T–there was a cat in the middle of the road... I was just trying to help it across," She paused and turned her gaze away from him, her cheeks flushed from more than the chill in the winter air,

"Is... is that really what you're going to say... after all this time…?"

He scoffed, but internally he screamed. This hedgehog – this infuriating female who stood before him – was the only one that could make him feel angry, guilty, and electrified, all at once. He could feel a grip on his heart, that he'd forgotten about, tighten unbearably, and he had to force himself not to gulp. 

"How long have you been in town?" He asked stiffly, ignoring the painful light that had started to shine in her eyes. She glanced back at him, and shuffled in place, "I... um about–"

Behind her, Shadow could see two bright lights, speeding towards them faster than what was safe, and he realized they were still standing in the middle of the road. He grabbed her waist, ignoring the jolt of excitement his body felt at being able to touch her once again, and rushed them to the sidewalk.

He held her small frame to him, as the blare of a horn passed them, and a truck sped past at speeds that a cop would choke at. They stayed together, panting, even when the vehicle was long gone. He wanted to let go – he wanted to hold her forever… he wanted this moment to end... and yet, more than anything, he wished it would last for a millennia. 

"Shadow..." She breathed into his fluffy white chest fur. Nope, this stops now. It's too dangerous. He roughly pushed her away from him. 

She stumbled a bit, before she stood with her legs spread and her gaze on him. That gaze was one he could not bare to see, nor did he want to understand the meaning held in those peridot oceans. Because if he allowed himself to fall into them – into her – he knew he’d never leave. He'd been there before... and look where that had gotten him.

"Whatever your reason for coming back, I don't want to hear it. Just leave. You're good at that." His last sentence was said sharply and pointedly. His back was turned when he said it, but he knew that he'd hurt her with his words, he could feel it in the air. Good. He thought, but his heart betrayed his mind, it beat painfully in sympathy for her. 

This wasn’t going the way he wanted, heck, he’d never even dreamed of seeing her again, and he knew if this dragged out, something else would happen that he would regret. He had enough regrets as it was, and he had no intention of adding another to the list. He forced his legs to move, and he stepped back into the street. He was almost back to his motorcycle, when he felt a hand on his wrist, and heard the jingle of her bracelet ringing against his own.

"Wait."

Oh, what he wouldn't give to ignore her plea, and brush her hand away, but his body didn't follow his wish. No, it burned with the need to feel her touch him. He didn't turn, nor say anything, but he stayed. He heard her sigh behind him, before her voice came forth in a quiet whisper. 

"I–I've only been back a few days... a–and Rouge is throwing a party... you know how she is. She was going to invite you... but since you're here now, I'll do it. It's tomorrow, Saturday. Y–you don't have to bring anything... Just... just please come."

He let her hold his wrist for just a second more, before he tore it from her grasp and mounted his bike. Turning the key he was surprised and grateful it turned on. He could see her in his cracked mirror, her hand covering a part of her face. A small voice speculated that she may be crying. But he said nothing, before crawling at a painfully slow pace away from her, leaving her standing in the chill of a winter morning.

.......................

So... how do you guys like the art and story? Guess what both were done by yours truly :)

Special thanks to: @mysuperlaserpiss @another-sonic-blog @lonelysadblob these guys are my main support team and helped me make the cover art.

So let me know if you liked it, and if you want more. Cuz I’m sure you’re all just DYING to know what happened between these two hogs in their past.

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[babiewonho]

end of 2017 love post

as 2017 comes to a close and new opportunities and possibilities become available to us i just want to say how thankful i am for some things that have happened to me this year: [warning this is rly long under the cut if ur mentioned like…just save urself and scroll down if u read the whole thing ur a [hyungwon in fighter voice] champion champion]

i realized recently i got into mx about 6 months ago 🎉these past six months have been some of my happiest! i struggle with depression but it just seems like the monsters never let me stay down for too long, and especially i think loving them has made me a kinder and more loving person. i give that credit to all of them, but i think especially minhyuk and wonho, whose hearts are too big for their chests! minhyuk who centers love in his life and wonho whose love pours out of him no matter what he does. all of the monster men are exceptionally loving but i’ve mostly focused on them in this regard.

i’ve liked kpop since late 2013, so i’m sometimes regretful i didn’t get into mx earlier, however i rly do believe the universe does these things on purpose, and they came into my life when i needed them. up until now, i’ve never liked a group so much for their beautiful hearts alone. i always say even if i couldn’t stand their music i wouldn’t love them any less, but the thing is, with such lovely personalities they still make such incredible music which i still listen to each day. there’s genuinely not a song i dislike out of all of them, and they have a lot of songs! each member is so beautiful and talented and Necessary for monsta x to be a group, and their love for one another and friendship is really not only a huge part of their success and teamwork, but also something i find really inspiring.

being a monbebe is also incredibly rewarding and it’s really a very reciprocated loving relationship. when i think about how the monsters say not to skip meals and to eat well, that’s so important to me! they don’t know me personally, but i know as a mbb they’d always want the best for me.

so because of 6 months ago being when i got into them, that’s about when i started posting about them on here. i had this blog and posted but mx made me want to be on it All The Time. i use it more than my main now lmao. while using it i’ve made such wonderful friends!! i really cannot believe it. i said this to amy last night but i just think the universe brings people together when it’s the right time, and out of every path there is in life and how many little things affect the outcome, i feel so lucky that I’ve been blessed with great new friendships! i think the universe’s timing couldn’t have been better.

i hope all of my friends feel loved and cared for, warm in their hearts, free of excessive worry, and will be happy and healthy always! especially in the new year, but always. i think like this often and always send my love! i used to be embarrassed by saying these kinds of things but especially over this last year i think it’s best to love in abundance. my friends and monsta x have filled my heart with so much love it seems like it’ll burst, but it seems like my heart always accommodates to fit it all. she grows and adapts. Iconic. this post is already so long so if you’ve made it this far thank you lmao and you’re probably hoping it’s over now, but unfortunately i have too much to say, like always!

to my friends thank you for being kind to me and bringing joy into my life even when i message too much and it might be burdensome! 

@m1nhyuk Amy :DD I always enjoy talking to you I think you have such a sweet heart and I’m very glad we could become friends! first mbb sentimentality :’( that gif of dambi following minhyuk around n not wanting to part from him…me as dambi you as minhyuk :(( neopets QUEEN

@kihyunswife miss aleena you are so sweet! wish you the best in life and in your studies my same aged friend your life is gonna be so good you have so much goodness ahead of you!! so much love in your heart

@chaekkung miss aria im ur biggest fan asfjsakf no but i followed you since like july or something i’m glad we could become friends even when you’re really busy i hope you have time to relax and destress hyungwon and changkyun love you and love each other and i love you too!

@1showho amira you are so funnie and kind and just a joy i hope everything always works out for you you know…[wonho voice] love go fast i always enjoy talking to you take care!! 

@jooheun ellen i’ve enjoyed talking to you recently so much i’m glad we could get closer and i look forward to talking to you in the future i hope you don’t melt over there in australia also i showed my mom a vid of a kangaroo trying to get in someone’s house and she screamed and said “i didn’t know they had claws” askfjsaf happy two thousand gayteen

@wormbebe loveliest egg eggiest Moon you are so sweet and cute and loving and funnie thanks for blesing us all with your presence and being a kind person also did i literally miss ur fucking birthday :(( i’m so sorry i hope it was lovely stop ur so old now.. :’))

@wonhosjaan um i’m literally a dumbass and i typed @ mehreen at fist but anyways…what else wld u expect from me …i love u so much!! wtf we talk like Every single day and i’m so glad we do i remember the first day we ever chatted like it was Yesterday look at how far we’ve come…wow..i’m so thankful and happie every day and i’m so glad wonho has you loving him he’s so luckie…thnaks for loving me even tho i’m a Phake furry </3

:DD 

[blastthatsadfm]

Tag games!

tagged by @kingfisher99​ some (a long) time ago!

Rules: Answer the 20 questions and tag 20 followers/people you’d like to get know better.

and

Rules: Put your music on shuffle, list the first ten songs, and tag ten people.

Twenty questions:

nickname(s): Isa, Isi, Bel (This last one is Family-Use Only) zodiac sign: Libra height: 1,65 (meters) (not sure how that translates to ft) orientation: Its Complicated nationality: Brazilian favorite fruit: I dont eat fruits. But I like lemon flavored stuff. And coconuts and cherry, but I just dont eat them that often.. favorite season: Hate/Love Relationship with our Rain Season. (It happens during mid-summer, end of summer.) favorite book: We Need To Talk About Kevin by Lionel Shriver favorite flower:  Machaerium villosum is the latin name of what we call Jacarandá Flower. {It looks like this} (<--2 links) Theres also the Time Fool, The 11 hrs Flower. Its called this way because it shuts down at night and blooms every day. [It looks like this] But tbh I ??? love any flowers?? That I see everyday and just dont know their names ??? cuz we seriously have way too many flowers here??

favorite scent: Cofee by the morning. The smell of after rain.

favorite color: Black and white favorite animal: Hm. I always liked sharks. coffee, tea, or hot cocoa: My heart screams C O F F E. The doctor recommendations which Ive been begrudingly following says “Tea”. Hot cocoa is pretty good too and I wouldnt refuse it. Its not on me to refuse chocolate of any kind. cat or dog person: There are both at my family’s home. Choosing feels wrong. favorite fictional character: Yall dont wanna do this, lets not open this book. # of blankets you sleep with: 2. 3 by winter. dream trip: Literally anywhere?? I never got out of my estate. ... NY or Tokyo because I’m b a s i c.  blog created: I dont remember? Late 2014, 2015, I think.

# of followers: 275!

random fact: ... There are way more interestings things about me but all thats coming to my mind right now is that I really wanna draw porn and I’ve been considering actually watching porn for the first time in my life so I can get refences and correct anatomy. Thats for real, I’m serious about this.

10 random songs from my music: Ive skipped everytime the artist repeated. People dont need to know I have all of the Arc/tic monkeys albuns, like, they get it.

The Night Me And Your Mama Met - Childish Gambino

From The Ritz to The Bubble - Arctic Monkeys

Plan A - Los Campesinos

Die Another Day - Madonna

Helicoper - Bloc Party

Don't Stop - Foster The People

Dearly Beloved - Kingdom Hearts soundtrack - Vitamin String Quartet

People Make The World Go Round - The Stylistics

Back to Black - Amy Winehouse

Duro igual concreto - 1kilo

Not tagging anyone! Bu thanks for tagging me!

[tophatlucario]

LET ME FOLLOW YOU

I need more blogs to follow, so if your blog is associated with any of the topics below, please reblog or like this post. — Nintendo — Sonic — Splatoon — Kingdom Hearts — Xenoblade Chronicles — Videogames in general — Sonic Mania — Sonic Forces — Sonic — Fun stuff — Sonic — Xenoblade Chronicles — Sonic — Artwork — Cute artwork — Sonic — Classic Sonic — Sonic Forces — Super Mario Odyssey — Splatoon 2 — Kingdom Hearts 3 — Kingdom Hearts 3 — Cats — More cats — Cute cats — Funny cats — Evil cats — Sonic — sanik — Dogs — But more cats — I'm allergic to cats — That's why I want cats on my blog — sinic — sonic — more sonic — tails also — & Knuckles — SEGA — Kingdom Hearts III — KH3 will never release — Metroid — Samus — Metroid... — Paper Mario — Xenoblade Chronicles — Kingdom Hearts — Sonic — Sonic — Sonic — Sonic — Sonic — Sonic — Sonic Mania — Sonic Forces — Nintendo Switch — Reggie — More Nintendo — Kingdom Hearts III — SANIK — SONIC — AAAAAAAAAAH — Kirby — Did you know that I like pancakes? — I should start to work out — But I'm a lazy crap — I also have a job with terrible work hours — Sonic — Sonic — LIVE AND LEARN — HANGING ON THE EDGE OF TOMORROW — SINIK — Xenoblade Chronicles — Sploon — Xenoblade Chronicles 2 — Nintendo Switch — But I need money for Switch — So that's why I have my job — Are you still reading this? — sinik — u can stop now if you want to — or not — sonik — I seriously need blogs to follow — lots of blogs — i also like music — mostly instrumental music — also videogame and movie soundtracks — Kingdom Hearts III will release — on November 30th 2018 — I have my sources trust me — I also like Disney — Forgot to tell that — Big Hero 6 👌👌👌 — I have a labrador retriever — His name is Pontiak — He's 4 years old and super nice — Sonic — Sonic Mania — For real Sonic Mania is HYPE — And Sonic Forces too — I need my OC to get real — The moon landing was fake — I'm actually Neil Armstrong — Also Elvis is alive — Sonic Sonic Sonic — Super Mario Odyssey — Xenoblade Chronicles — Kingdom Hearts III — SEGA — Nintendo — A little bit of Mega Man I guess I like too... — Memes — Cats — Dogs — But especially cats, remember that. — my sister is hazzling me — Cuz I said Wreck-it Ralph is a little slow — but I love her anyway — The Mario & Luigi games are hype — Super Paper Mario has a better story than TTYD — Also better music than TTYD — Sonic — Xenoblade Chronicles — Kingdom Hearts III — Sora — Roxas — Music — Videogame music — How to train your dragon — not the 2nd one — It wasn't as good as the first — I seriously need a Nintendo Switch — I saw a squirrel today — It had light brown fur, almost red-like — It was so cute! It was eating a nut — I screamed "SQUIRREL!" when I saw it — Like in the movie UP — Are you still here? — I'm pretty sure you have got an idea of what I like — Sonic — Sonic — Don't — Autocorrect — I dunno how "Sonic" became "Don't" — Maybe it's fate telling me something — Nah — In that case fate can screw itself — Sonic is BACK AND HYPE — My fingers are tired — I don't know how much longer I will go on — Sonic — Super Mario Odyssey — Super Mario Galaxy — Rosalina — Also I don't like Rosalina nowadays — They made her into fanservice material — It's disgusting really — Rosalina was one of my favourite characters — But not anymore — Well she is still my favourite in SMG — That game is ACE 👌 — Super Mario Odyssey looks dope tho — Especially Bowser — Super Smash Bros. — I still need to play the MGS games — SNAAAAAAAAKE EAAAAATER!!! — I spoiled the main theme — sorry.... — But Snake is handsome — Nice dude — Wanna play as him and stealth — Sonic — Donic — Donic — Sonic — Cinos — Sanik — Melee — No not Melee — The Melee fans scare me — Mario Kart is also good — Splatoon — Hey!! — Do you think this is a joke? — I still need lots of blogs to follow — So don't forget to like or reblog — Otherwise I wouldn't know about you — I dunno what else I should talk about — I could tell a joke, but that would be terrible — I am bad at jokes — Also we are doomed — I had to get it out there — Just look around yourself — We will get nuked any day now — Somebody gotta be real here — I'm almost done — Let's write more saniks — Sonic — Sonik — Sonikku — Sanik — danik — sank — dank — memes — Sonic — Sonic Mania — Sonic Forces — My favourite meme is We Are Number One — I like swimming — And skiing — And sports in general — Anyone wanna play some sports with me? — I just sneezed — It felt goooooooooood — Sonic — Super Mario Odyssey — Xenoblade Chronicles — Kingdom Hearts — Nintendo — SEGA — ^^ — Those are pretty much the real ones — OH and Splatoon too — I'm sure I missed something — METROID — I WANT A NEW METROID GAME — A game that takes place after Metroid Fusion — We need Metroid 5!!! — Spoilers ahead: — Samus is freakin' hunted!! — By the United Federation — I want a game where Samus is — Fighting against the government — That would be AWESOME — Also please make Samus badass again — She's not just fanservice — Sonic — Sonic — Xeno — Blade — Shulk — FIIIIOOOOOORAAAAAAA!!!!!! — If you are still here — Congrats — You deserve a medal — But I don't have any — I'm a cheap jerk — But honestly good work — When I was younger — I used to roleplay as Sonic characters — It was weird — Atleast it helped me learn english — Also what happened to Detective Pikachu? — I honestly wanted that game — It looked fun and weird — I like those kind of games — Do you think I should change me URL? — And my pfp? — I think so — It's pretty old and irrelevant — But I want Detective Pikachu... — Wanna see what happened — Did they cancel it? — That would be a shame if they did — Almost done here — Sorry — I may have teased you for a little too long — I'm pretty sure I will lose followers — This post is gonna take forever to scroll down — But I will take it — I have already come this far — And I will not just throw it away — IT'S ALL OR NOTHING — So... — How have you been? — I like your hair — Did you go to the barber recently? — Maybe you cut it yourself — And and your shirt is 👌👌👌 — I have a shirt of my own that I like a lot — I got it from the KH Orchestra On Tour — It has Sora on it — Super nice shirt really — But your shirt really takes the cake — Anyway — I'm almost done here — Only a few more lines — Sonic — Sonic — Sonic — Sonic — Sonkc — Tails — Knuckles — Amy Rose — Shadow — Rouge — Dr. Eggman — Dr. Robotnik — Tikal — Metal Sonic — Cream the Rabbit — Chao — Espio — Charmy — Vector — Silver — Blaze — Are there any more charact— EGGMAN NEGA — He's weird — Also his name is just begging to be misused — in inappropriate ways I mean — I think you can imagine what I mean — ALRIGHTY! Thank you for sticking around. — It's been a long ride — I'm sorry it has to end — But this is the start of something new — I want to follow you! — So — Lastly before I go — I have one last thing to say — Sonic & Knuckles

[gelato-of-the-day-blog]

February 3, 2017   

        Okay I already messed up this blog in so many ways. So here’s the deal. There’s no way for my followers (#famous) to get notifications when I post something new if you do not have a Tumblr account (because I know you all live and breathe to hear about my life). So if you want to know when I have a new post please contact me (if you are reading this and don’t have a way to do that kindly leave because I do not know you) and I will text/email/etc. you after I post. Second, there is no way for you to comment on my posts if you do not have a Tumblr account and I would like some feedback from time to time. If you want to help me with this, please contact me and let me know what you think. I know at this point you are probably thinking “Tumblr seems to suck, why are you using it?” and I asked myself the very same question. The answer is that I just spent the last hour trying to make a new blog on various different sites and it wasn’t working the way I wanted so I’m just sticking with this. Finally, third, I hate to admit that I did not have gelato today. Yes, I am feeling just fine but when you hear about my day you’ll see that it just did not fit in. I did however eat this very fine sandwich (”dope” as the young people would say), which I will also elaborate on later.

       So to start where I left off yesterday, we went to dinner at Zaza with Jackie, Olivia, and their 4 other roommates. It was honestly underwhelming. I got fettuccine Bolognese and it was basically pasta and meat. No sauce. It wasn’t bad but I like my Bolognese #saucin’. I also got my first bruschetta of the trip (PV friends you feel me). After dinner we once again raced home to get ready. Me, Sab, and Cart walked across the bridge to meet Courtney’s best friend Jordyn at her apartment. We got a little lost on the way but we figured it out (the numbering of the buildings makes zero sense. It’s not in any order). Jordyn is on a different program here and lives in an apartment of 10 people, all with very interesting personalities. Think my dorm room freshman year. Jordyn got in a fight with Shmarra (one of her roommates) about the noise level and it was very uncomfortable for everyone else there. But also very funny. Proud of Jard for holding her own! It was Ebony’s 21st birthday (another roommate) so we headed out to Yab to celebrate. That is in fact the name of a club. We left to go there at 12:30 and were still somehow like the first people there. The music seemed to be catering toward American college girls (Miley Cyrus, Drake, good throwbacks) so we liked it there right off the bat. We danced, had some fun, ran into a bunch of boys who go to Vanderbilt who are friends with Grant. I actually recognized a few because I had met them before. One asked me what my name was and then asked me where I was from. I said “New Jersey” and he said “No I mean where is your family from? Your last name sounds exotic.” I said “It’s not.” He asked me to spell it and when I did, he told me he thought it would’ve been like Gabeé. Maybe I’ll change it. Justin showed up again later and once again took me and Cart into the VIP section. So nice of him but I’m still waiting for the day I can get in on my own and be the one to say “They’re with me.” We left way too late and I was once again starving. When we got home I google “late night food in Florence” and found one place open til 4am. Going to have to try it sometime.

        Woke up and 8:30 for another orientation session. Just why? Got another chocolate nutella muffin on the way which was the highlight of the morning. We were freaking out about being 5 minutes late and then other people casually strolled in like 25 minutes late. Kk. They spent over an hour repeating everything they’ve been telling us for days while everyone around us was just talking to each other, not paying attention, and not even trying to whisper. The whole room was echoing and it was just so overwhelming. When Amy starting asking trivia questions again I was so done. When we were finally released we had to go to the post office to get a Permit of Stay. The post office was so beautiful and had a much more efficient system than post offices in the U.S. However, no one working there spoke English (except to tell me that my credit cards were freezing the computer) and they scheduled all of our follow up appointments (apparently you need to go to the police station to get finger-printed if you’re living in Italy) for May after we leave. So that’s good. Still need to figure out what to do about that. Then we were free for the afternoon! After some misguided directions we made it to Antico Vinaio, the famed sandwich shop. We got on line but it was like being at the Millburn Deli; they moved really fast and you had to know what you were doing. I, of course, did not. I was the person you hate at the deli asking a million questions, looking confused, and not being able to decide what to get. I held up the whole line asking what the different meats were (how was I supposed to know? I don’t eat many meats) and just chose ham to keep moving. I couldn’t stop again to ask what the cheeses were so I just told them to give me whatever went best with the ham. I got pecorino. Never would’ve chosen it but it was incredible. Best part of the sandwich. We then had the most ~abroad~ moment of the trip so far. We ate our sandwiches while walking by the side of the Arno river and then sat to finish them on a bench outside the Uffizi gallery. It was amazing. Everything was beautiful and the sandwiches were so good. It was the perfect Florence lunch. (Only downside: we struggled to escape the birds who were after our food and screamed in fear multiple times).

        Then it was time to run errands. We probably went to 12 different stores and got maybe half of the things we needed to get. Apparently hangers don’t exist here. All of our feet were in so much pain we had to go home. Then it was time to prepare for my interview. I sent the roomies off to dinner and waited for the call. I think it went well. It was really quick. I met the roommates at dinner right next to our apartment where I ordered bruschetta and fried potatoes. The 2 most important food groups. The fried potatoes were actually French fries so we all had some. The waiter told us that pretty girls in Florence get free drinks so we took the limoncello even though we didn’t really want it. Can’t say no to free things! We finished at 10:30 so a lot of places were closed. I’ll have to try to get some gelato tomorrow. We are now just chillin in the apartment, even bordering on straight clowning with Courtney and her toothpaste fascination, and back to our roots reading horoscopes. Happy to not be going out. Need a night off and gotta get up early for our trip to Chianti. I hope it’s actually fun (aka worth it). I have to look trendy right? Like for wine vineyard/castle pictures in the Tuscan countryside? But I might still end up in leggings. We’ll see. I’ll let you know tomorrow! Night peeps