#{ at least we're stupid together; oliver }

[therosevest]

ok im a really chill and normal person and i get over things and am well adjusted but take a walk with me here. just give me my time to complain when im not in the absolute fucking trenches. and yes i believe i suffered more than those in trench warfare. it was literally a lesbian situationship with a bistraight girl come on. just. magenta choppy shag with the roots coming in. camo cargo pants black t shirt with red lettering and striped long sleeve (sign someone likes music. confirmed). lip ring big black stud earrings and nails. red docs. i think lesbians should be allowed to kill one dyke baiter in their lifetime idc

[alphakenner]

"Are you kidding me? You're actually bringing this up right now?" (Oliver)

@ollierandolph

"Yeah, I'm bringing it up right now! What, you think because we got punched into the future that you don't still owe me two bottles of beer for the ones you dropped back then? Now get your ass up to that bar, Ollie, and order me two Buds. Or I'm gonna text Mary and tell your you welched on a debt - we both know she's way scarier than anything I could do to you. C'mon, chop chop! Get moving!"

[alphakenner]

"Sexy werewolf," Jackson repeated dubiously. "Right. Y'all know some of us don't have to dress up to go as a sexy werewolf, right?" he nudged Ollie's shoulder. "I'm afraid I ain't qualified to judge, but I like your confidence." He chuckled softly at Ollie's question, gesturing to himself. "Witcher. Supernatural hunter, tracks down mythical creatures and such. Drea got me into it - you should check it out."

"Sexy werewolf - not shaved!" Oliver rolled his eyes. Someone people just lacked culture these days! He scoffed as Jackson continued to give him a rough time for his 'failure' and costume both in the same breath. "Now don't be lyin' over there - we both know it's a pretty good ass." He smirked before shaking his head. "Witcher? What the hell's that?" The question came out bluntly before his snorted some. "A coin? I'll toss something to you, alright, but it won't be no coin." He laughed.

[eddiediazismyhusband]

You're not a debbie downer! Or if you are, then I'm one too so don't apologize!

I love (most (the non-bt part) of) this fandom even though I haven't been in it very long. But sometimes it hits me that this is still a FANdom. With all its overanalyzes and freak outs and often making mountains out of molehills. And that's fun and great and like you said, I'm not trying to yuck anyone's yum!! But there are times when I'm like 'can't we just appreciate Ryan and Oliver being cute and dumb together' without going "omg date?! babysitting Jee together?!! they're matching?!!" when it's possible the Madney set is just being used as a holding area and that's Ryan's own shirt (he wore it in an interview a couple months ago.)

I know it's still almost 2 months until we get an episode to see how stories play out and we're still enjoying getting content from the cast again, so of course we're going to be more excitable. But I'm just afraid that SO many fans are absolutely SURE that buddie MUST/IS DEFINITELY happening and any/everything is a ~sign~ that if it doesn't happen (or at least not right away) then a lot of people are going to end up mad/disappointed

see that’s what’s bothering me… i have several close friends/mutuals who post stuff like that but i KNOW they’re actually cautiously optimistic and they aren’t setting themselves up for being let down

my issue mainly lies with some of the bigger blogs that lately have been coming off almost… abrasive about it if that makes sense… i’ve recently had to go through and unfollow some people i’ve followed for a while just because there’s been this sort of tone shift lately and it makes me uncomfortable because it’s almost like they’re telling people who aren’t in delululand that they’re wrong and stupid for *checks notes* keeping their expectations low.

the fandom has honestly turned into a mess, and i’m just gonna keep to my corner with my mutuals… i have the spec tags blocked, and the s8 tags, but occasionally when i go to the “for you” tab it’s just….. not a great place… even for buddieblr right now

[bitchwhoyoukiddin]

Roasted tomato basil soup

I can't actually find the original recipe I fever-dreamed and then adapted for this, so here's what I did.

Note, I made this and specify yellow and orange tomatoes because a.) that's what my mom handed me and b.) yellow and orange tomatoes have less acid, which is a big deal to me because otherwise, they burn my mouth without being hot. This soup is a better option for people who might have mild acid issues but still want tomato soup!

I made this soup for under $5 as tomatoes are In Season where I am and therefore handed to me or stupid cheap at produce markets. Though, I did have the butter, broth, and wine on-hand so ymmv.

Also, this is super easy to make vegan!

Ingredients:

9 small tomatoes (yellow and orange because acid) 2 US supermarket sized yellow sweet onions 7 peeled garlic cloves 3 TBSP olive oil separated 2 TBSP butter (optional but sub in equivalent olive oil if vegan) ~2 TBSP kosher salt separated 2 cups vegetable broth of choice (I use Better than Bullion) Black pepper to taste ~1/2 tsp sugar tomatoacid-dependent ~3 TBSP wine of choice (you can also use water or more broth) ~2 TBSP of fresh basil, minced Spray-oil or extra olive oil to grease your roasting pan.

Directions:

Preheat your oven to 400F.

Grease a casserole dish or a cookie sheet w/a lip or a roasting pan.

Rough chop the tomatoes in half. Peel your garlic and put in a gigantic bowl with enough room for you handle all the bits.

Drizzle ~1 TBSP of olive oil and ~1 TBSP of kosher salt on the tomatoes and garlic. Toss to coat.

Spread on the prepped pan and roast for ~35-40 minutes. I like my tomatoes w/a bit of char.

Slice the onions thinly because guess what? We're caramelizing onions for this!

Set a pot big enough to hold everything when the recipe is done on the stove. Add in 2 TBSP olive oil and 2 TBSP butter and heat over medium low.

Once the butter and oil mix and are a little foamy, add in the onions. Toss until covered and sprinkle with a hefty pinch of salt.

Call a friend or lover because congrats, you aren't moving away from that stove for at least an hour.

Stir occasionally. If the onions start to get char-y, reduce heat and pour in a little wine/water/broth. Otherwise in the last ~10 minutes add the liquid bit-by-bit, keeping an eye to make sure it evaporates into the cooked-down onions.

Tomato/garlic pan will finish before the onions are done. Pull them from the oven and put them in a separate dish to cool. Make sure to keep all the juices.

Once the onions are caramelized/jammy, take them off the heat and add in the tomato/garlic mess and 1/2cup of the vegetable broth. Preferably everything is cool enough to handle with your hands. If not, let it sit for ~10 minutes until it is.

Use an immersion blender or a regular blender or a food processor (whatever you have) to blend everything together. Add in the remaining broth as-needed until all of it is incorporated.

Return the pot to low-heat and allow the soup to simmer. Add in the sugar and black pepper. Add more salt (to taste) if the flavor isn't ~popping~ or the soup seems not very bright. Allow soup to simmer for 15-30 minutes, depending on how thick you want it. (Simmering reduces the soup by letting off steam. Simmer longer = thicker.)

Mince the basil.

Once the soup is the thickness you want, turn off the heat. Add to serving bowls, or containers for storage. Mix in a pinch of fresh, sliced/minced basil just before serving. Heat can overpower/overwhelm fresh basil, so add it last minute!

[kamryn1963]

So Long, London (Al & Trudy fanfic)

Summary: When his marriage with Meredith finally reaches it's end, Al goes to a place he knows he'll be welcomed without judgment.

Al had tried for years to keep his family together. Fight after fight with Meredith left him wanting to just leave. To get a divorce and his own place. He felt selfish everytime he thought that, he knew he had to be a man and stay for his family, stay for Lexi but he wondered how much he could try until he and Meredith had to admit this wasn’t working anymore.

They had both changed too much the last couple years. Had changed and grew apart too much for Al to think they could ever have a happy marriage again. Lexi was older now, seventeen, so he did think about leaving more and more. She was old enough to choose where she wanted to live and drive between places, so they wouldn’t have to figure out custody.

He had been looking at the pamphlet for the “Officer next door program” Trudy had given him. He knew that while the cut she got out of it was a bonus, it was also her way of looking out for him and for that Al appreciated the gesture more than Trudy would ever know.

Al had even started packing his stuff, but then he and Meredith talked. It was so nice and they fell into bed again and then Al was moving back into the house and the bedroom. He knew it was a bad idea, could hear Hank and Trudy telling him that in his head, but some part of him was too loyal to Meredith, to this family that he desperately wanted to be whole again.

And then Meredith was held hostage and shaken up and Al couldn’t leave. He couldn’t because it was his job that got her in danger and Meredith wanted him there so Al thought the least he could do was stay and take care of her.

But like most things in his life, it blew up and the familiar screaming fight started once again like clockwork.

“I’m done. I’m leaving, Meredith”. Al didn’t really understand what he said until Meredith’s shouting about how much he worked stopped and she looked at him.

“Alvin…” Meredith started and Alvin shook his head as he felt tears gather in his eyes and started packing his bag that had barely been unpacked.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry but this, we can’t fix this Meredith. We're different people now than we were twenty years ago”. Alvin said as he finished packing his bag and headed towards the door. Before he left he embraced Meredith one last time.

They were both silent as she hugged him back and watched as he left. Al was thankful Lexi was with a friend for the weekend as he headed out to his car and began driving away. Only once he’d driven for ten minutes did he realize it was ten at night and he had nowhere to go.

A couple places came to mind but he was between two. Usually he’d head to Hank’s but knew Hank had a lot on his plate with Olive and Justin so Al headed to the next best place.

He grabbed his bag and knocked at the door realizing he’d forgotten his jacket as he started shivering violently hoping the door would be answered soon. A light flicked on inside and then footsteps and the door opened.

“What the hell…come in, Alvin”. Trudy sighed as she looked at her friend's appearance and the bag he was carrying.

“I’m sorry”. This was stupid, Al shouldn’t be burdening Trudy like this because of his fucked up life.

He should’ve stayed and tried to fix this instead of just giving up. Deep down Al knew he’d given his marriage the best he could and maybe it was better for both of them to move on.

“Alvin?” Al looked back up as Trudy rested a hand on his arm, her face worried and he realized he was now sitting on her couch.

“I left, I left Meredith”. Al stated the words making everything final.

He left and this was the end. There was no going back now and some part of Al felt relieved. That this never ending cycle of fighting and screaming and the silent treatment. would end and they could both start healing apart. Al hoped they could still be friends for Lexi’s sake but he knew he couldn’t be her husband anymore.

Trudy nodded, already having guessed that. “I’m proud of you for finally leaving”.

“I thought you liked Meredith?” Al asked as Trudy stood up to grab him a glass of water.

“Maybe at the beginning but I’d choose you and your happiness over her every time”. Trudy said truthfully as she returned sitting next to Al shoulder to shoulder.

Al was so grateful for Trudy. For the love his best friend showed him unconditionally even when Al didn’t deserve it. Even when he fucked up, when he hid injuries or illnesses or fell behind on his paperwork because everything was going wrong in his life and he couldn’t find it in him to focus even if knew he should.

Trudy was always there. Even if just silent support. She didn’t hound him for his overdo paperwork as much as everyone else and he had seen her paying Jay or Antonio to do it on more than one occasion. She reassured him he didn’t need to hide his pain and she and Hank were always there to share his burden, and he was allowed to rely on them because they were his friends and they loved him.

Sometimes Al even believed them. Right now with his marriage blowing up, he was more thankful than he ever had been for his friends.

“You're welcome to stay, Al. As long as you need to”. Trudy said a couple minutes later and Al looked up so incredibly thankful for her.

“I thought you weren’t looking for a roommate?” Al joked as he stood up and grabbed his bag, following Trudy up the stairs.

“Don’t push your luck, Olinsky”.

[duxinteritio]

Found this website, threw in some character names and I just love it.

First up is a group of character not all my own - Yui, Mika, Zach, and Oliver all belong to @sharkielord the rest of the trash is mine.

1.

Yui, working at McDonald's: Sorry sir, we don't serve a McFuck here, so either you throw that one slice of pickle out or we're gonna have a McProblem.

2.

Jason, slamming pots and pans together to the rhythm of "Give it to me, I'm worth it": I didn't get no sleep cause a' y'all! Y'all never gonna sleep cause a' me!

3.

Jason: Why don't I like this person?

Yui: I don't know. Maybe it's because they keep stealing your thunder.

Jason: Maybe it's because their name is "Tabor". Don't you find that utterly ridiculous?

Yui: No.

Jason: That's because your name is "Yui".

4.

Jason: What the fuck.

Jason: ESPN is showing 2003 national jump rope championship.

Jason: Who the hell watches jump rope competiti- ooh bouncy.

5.

Zach, looking over Mika’s shoulder: You can draw?

Mika, stopping what they were doing: You can speak?

6.

Oliver: I’ve been dropping them the most insanely obvious hints for like a year now. No response.

Harper: Wow. They sound stupid.

Oliver: But they’re not. They’re really smart actually. Just dense.

Harper: Maybe you need to be more obvious? Like, I don’t know… “Hey! I love you!”

Oliver: I guess you’re right. Hey Harper, I love you.

Harper: See! Just say that!

Oliver: Holy fucking shit.

Harper: If that flies over their head then, sorry Oliver, but they're too dumb for you.

Oliver: Harper.

7.

Oliver: Go to sleep or you'll hate yourself in the morning!

Harper: I'll hate my self in the morning regardless.

8.

Gage: You want to know why people are so afraid of clowns? Well you know what people say about how their feet aren't the only thing that's big? And how people who drive really big cars have small dicks? Well clowns are out there with their big feet and tiny cars...

9.

Jason: Do I least have a chance to explain myself?

Tabor: This is America, so nope!

Jason: This isn't America, this is OHIO!

10.

Zach: Real life should have a fucking search function, or something.

Zach: I need my socks.

[cherrytree-irl]

offscreen post: london has some really interesting taxis by the way. i wish wyndon was interesting At All

The three siblings sit in a taxi. Oliver and Laelia talk with each other, but other than an occasional joke building off of someone else's statement, Sylvan stays quiet. It's in his nature, of course. He barely knows any of the people in this car. But also...

Laelia scares him a little. She's mean. It feels like she constantly has something rude to say about anyone she talks to. So, to avoid her snide remarks, Sylvan keeps his mouth shut. He stares out the window and watches the unfamiliar city pass by.

The more residential the area gets, the more nervous Sylvan becomes. This is really happening. He's really sitting in a car with his siblings— they're all together for the first time in fifteen years... and they're going to see Mom. Hey, actually...

"Um... Laelia...?" Sylvan mutters.

"What?"

"Does... does Mom know we're coming?"

"No."

"Oh."

Laelia doesn't elaborate, and Sylvan is too nervous to prod, so he just goes back to staring out the window.

What's Mom going to think...? Does she even want to see them again? Are Sylvan and Oliver welcome into their mother's new family? Sylvan tries to stow those thoughts away... That never works.

A few minutes later, the taxi stops. They've arrived.

After paying the taxi driver, Laelia lets everyone inside the house. A moment later, a voice can be heard from another room.

"Laelia, is that you?"

It's a voice that makes Sylvan and Oliver freeze in their tracks. They haven't heard it in so long... but it's never left their minds. She has a strange accent now, though. She doesn't sound like a Unovan anymore, but doesn't quite sound Galarian either. At least not compared to Laelia, who has an entirely Galarian accent.

"Yes, Mum. I'm home." Laelia replies.

"Oh, good! I was about to make something for lunch. You hungry?"

"Um... sure, I guess." Laelia begins leading the group to, presumably, the kitchen.

Sylvan's heart is pounding so hard he can feel it across his whole body. He actually starts to worry he may have a panic attack before he even sees Mom. Wouldn't that be embarrassing? Anyway, they're in the kitchen now.

Azalea is standing with her back turned to everyone, her arms reaching up into a cabinet above her. Her raspberry-colored hair is shorter than Sylvan remembers it. He feels like he may collapse. She's right there in front of him... what does he do?! Well, predictably, he stays quiet and lets the others lead the conversation.

"Hi Mum." Laelia says.

"Hi sweetpea. Just a second, I can't find the stupid..." She trails off.

"I brought some..." Laelia hesitates a little. "...Acquaintances."

"Oh!" Azalea quits fiddling with the cabinet.

"Isn't that—" She turns around.

She freezes when she sees who stands in front of her. "...Nice..."

[pesterloglog]

Karkat Vantas, John Egbert

Act 4, page 1603

carcinoGeneticist [CG] began trolling ectoBiologist [EB] --

CG: JOHN WHAT THE WET BAG OF HUMAN HORSE SHIT TO THE FACE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING.

CG: OH MY LORD.

CG: NO WONDER YOU LOSERS ALL FUCK UP THIS GAME SO BAD.

EB: what?

EB: i am just acting out a scene from an awesome movie and having some fun, what's wrong with that?

CG: WHAT KIND OF CRAPPY EARTH MOVIE IS THIS.

CG: STUPID RABBIT ASSHOLE SCREWS THE POOCH?

EB: no, it's about these criminals on a runaway plane, and they've got to be stopped by nick cage and john cusack together as a team.

CG: OH.

CG: OK, THAT ACTUALLY SOUNDS PRETTY GOOD I GUESS.

EB: it is sweet, so sweet, you would probably like it.

CG: I'VE HEARD OF JOHN CUSACK I THINK.

CG: WASN'T HE IN SERENDIPITY?

CG: THAT WAS PRETTY GREAT FOR A HUMAN FLICK.

EB: hahaha, oh man, that sucked so bad!

CG: OK I DON'T SEE HOW WE'RE SUPPOSED TO BE BECOMING FRIENDS IF YOU RECOIL FROM MY OLIVE BRANCH LIKE I'M WIGGLING A GNARLED TREE MONSTER'S DICK IN YOUR DIRECTION.

EB: don't you have alien movies from your alien planet?

CG: YEAH OF COURSE, WE HAVE TONS OF MOVIES AND THEY ARE INFINITELY SUPERIOR TO YOUR PRIMITIVE CINEMATIC NEANDERTHRASHINGS.

EB: ok, so what is a really good one?

CG: YOU'LL PROBABLY LAUGH IF I TELL YOU THE NAME OF ONE.

EB: well, i already laughed when you said the name of one of ours, so who cares?

CG: OK FINE.

CG: ONE THAT IS AMAZING AND IS A CLASSIC IS...

CG: WHEREIN NUMEROUS VIGILANTES CONFRONT PERIL; ONE OF THEM BETRAYS THE OTHERS; (BUT IT TURNS OUT TO BE PART OF THE PLAN ALL ALONG);

CG: SEVERAL ATTRACTIVE FEMALE LEADS PROVOKE ROMANTIC TENSION; FOUR MAJOR CHARACTERS WEAR UNUSUAL HATS; ONE HOLDS PLOT-CRITICAL SECRET;

CG: 47 ON-SCREEN EXPLOSIONS, ONE RESULTING IN DEMISE OF KEY-ADVERSARY; 6 to 20 LINES THAT COULD BE CONSTRUED AS HUMOROUS;

EB: wait...

EB: this is the title?

CG: IT GOES ON.

CG: THEY TEND TO BE MORE LITERAL AND INFORMATIVE THAN YOUR TITLES.

EB: how do you even say them in casual conversation?

CG: WELL WE DON'T OBVIOUSLY.

CG: IT'S LIKE SOMEONE SAYS, HEY GUYS WHY DON'T WE GO SEE A MOVIE, AND THEN EVERYONE JUST ENDS UP THERE.

CG: WATCHING IT.

CG: NOT SAYING IT, THAT'S DUMB.

CG: JOHN, TRY TO THINK OUTSIDE YOUR MINUSCULE CULTURAL BUBBLE FOR A CHANGE.

EB: ok, i just think it's still cumbersome and completely illogical.

CG: YEAH THAT'S WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU START RUNNING OUT OF MOVIE TITLES AFTER RACKING UP THOUSANDS OF YEARS OF FILM HISTORY.

CG: YOU KNOW I THINK YOUR CIVILIZATION JUST DIDN'T MATURE ENOUGH OR SOMETHING.

CG: BEFORE LETTING THIS EARTH ARABIAN YOU CALL A GENIE OUT OF THE BOTTLE.

CG: MUST EXPLAIN WHY IT SPROUTED SUCH A MISERABLE CROP OF PLAYERS.

CG: INSTEAD OF BASICALLY GODS LIKE US.

EB: well, i've got one of your godly players helping me now, so we can't be in such bad shape.

CG: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT.

EB: GC gave me a map.

EB: and showed me a shortcut.

CG: WHAT THE HELL IS SHE DOING.

CG: THIS ISN'T WHAT WE TALKED ABOUT DOING AT ALL.

CG: HOLD ON LET ME ASK HER ABOUT THIS...

EB: ok.

CG: OK...

CG: NOW SHES JUST OVER THERE GIGGLING AT ME LIKE AN IMBECILE.

CG: WHAT ARE YOU TWO UP TO, WHY ARE YOU IN CAHOOTS NOW?

EB: umm...

CG: OW FUCK!!!

CG: OK SHE JUST WALKED OVER AND PUNCHED ME.

CG: AND SAID IT WAS FROM YOU.

EB: uh, sorry i guess?

CG: I TOLD HER TO STOP THESE SHENANIGANS...

CG: BUT IT SEEMS LIKE WHATEVER SHE WAS DOING WITH YOU SHE ALREADY DID A WHILE AGO.

CG: FROM MY PERSPECTIVE AT LEAST.

EB: i don't know why you guys are doing this to yourselves.

EB: all this time jackassery, it's giving me a headache.

CG: OK IF YOU TALK TO HER AGAIN WHEN SHE TRIES HATCHING MORE PLANS GIVE HER A MESSAGE INTO THE PAST FOR ME.

EB: ok.

CG: TELL HER TO POLISH MY HEAVING BONE BULGE AND SET A TABLE FOR FUCKING TWO ON IT.

CG: ITS FOR OUR CANDLE LIGHT HATE DATE.

EB: i like how you guys have basically resorted to trolling each other, through us.

CG: FUCK YOU.

EB: oh, did you talk to jade yet?

CG: JADE, WHAT WHY WOULD I WANT TO TALK TO HER?

EB: ummm, that's what you said you wanted to do last time you talked to me, i dunno.

CG: OH DAMMIT.

CG: ARE YOU SURE?

EB: yeah, you told me dude.

EB: want me to paste the conversation?

CG: NO NO, GOD NO, I HATE IT WHEN WE START GOING DOWN THAT ROAD.

CG: OK THIS IS GOING TO REQUIRE FURTHER INVESTIGATION.

CG: I'VE GOT TO GO.

EB: ok.

EB: but next time you talk to me, you might want to tell me to calm down first so i don't just block you.

EB: back then i won't really want to hear from you.

CG: OK, I'LL DO THAT.

EB: later.

[servin-up-surveys]

survey #164

What books, if any, have made you cry? Johnny Got His Gun, Old Yeller, The Outsiders, The Notebook, A Walk to Remember, The Giver, The Hunger Games (you know the part), Of Mice and Men, and I KNOW there's even more, a lot that I surprisingly can't remember the names of; I cry very easily, and if you give me an emotional book, odds are super high at least a single tear is coming out.

How many times do you use a bath towel before washing it? Once.

What was your favorite thing to do as a little kid? Play video games.

Who was the last person to ask you out? Girt.

Could you call your best friend right now and tell them your biggest secret, and trust them to keep it? Oh I know I could.

Do you like watching music videos? Only Rammstein's haha, I really don't care about others'. Theirs are the only music videos I've ever cared about watching.

What kind of relationship do you have with the last person you kissed? We're in a serious, monogamous relationship together.

Do you have scars on your wrists? You can't see them anymore, no.

What is your least favorite color? A yellowish olive green.

What’re some movies you love that people wouldn’t expect you to like? Romance ones specifically, like Nicholas Sparks' book film adaptations, and Titanic. I genuinely love movies like those, when I'm in the right mood to get emotional lol.

Are you “in the closet” about anything? No.

Are you missing any teeth? Besides wisdom teeth, no.

What kind of sound or noise freaks you out the most and why do you think it scares you? Sirens really, really frighten me, especially the like, air raid or tornado sort of shit, but I find all of them anxiety-inducing just because of the associations with a siren going off. Also tires screeching on the road TERRIFIES me, because it usually comes before a car wreck.

Do you think makeup on guys is freaky or sexy? SEXY AS FUCK

Are you most comfortable with having short hair or long hair? Short, definitely.

Who was the last person you saw that you haven’t seen in a while? Miss Angela, my original best friend's mother, who works at the dentist I go to.

Are you a visual, audio, or kinesthetic learner? Very kinesthetic. Also visual, like especially for things like math, if you're just audibly explaining it to me, it's not gonna do shit, I need a combination of the other two.

What are your feelings towards glitter? It's obviously messy as hell, but I like it aesthetically.

Are the blankets that are on your bed now made by someone you know in real life? No, but that's such a cozy idea. My mom's been knitting a giant blanket since she was like LITERALLY 18-ish and I do hope she eventually finishes it before she passes away because I either want to keep it or have Ashley keep it for her kids to have, but seeing how she's been with Mom lately who knows if she'd even want it...

Would you ever have a child just to get someone to fall in love with you? lol that is NOT how that works, my guy, literally ever

Who in your phone has a heart after their name? Girt.

What do you think is creepy that society accepts as normal? Beauty pageants, specifically for young kids/basically babies.

What do you think is a good date other than dinner and a movie? My dream date is a picnic by a lake or something similar.

Are you biracial? No.

Which was the worst phase in your life? Late 2015 to the very beginning of 2017.

Does your ex’s new romantic interest know about the things you two did together? I don't even know who anyone is dating, if they are to begin with.

Do you ever tell your current significant other about the things that you did with an ex-partner? Literally only if it's relevant, like he asks a question or it's just a brief mention because it fits the conversation, but it's never in a wistful sort of way or anything.

Do you like holding hands or do you think it's stupid? I do, I don't think it's "stupid" at all.

What do you like about your birthday? I love getting to see family like my sisters and dad, and Girt of course comes over too. I also cut myself the most slack food-wise that day, I really do just have what I want that day; I'm just nicer to myself and let myself enjoy the day however I want to.

Do you like being home alone at night? No, that makes me uncomfortable; I can do it and have before, but I don't like it.

Has an ambulance ever come to your house? Not THIS current house, but the last one; that's how my mom got transported to the hospital and her cancer was discovered. She was as close to immobile as I have ever seen her, she was immensely not okay.

Whose pool did you last swim in? It was in our local hospital complex, the area where you do aquatic physical therapy.

What's the cutest thing someone's ever done for you? Oh idk, there's so much, both romantically and just as an aunt. I don't wanna pick a favorite.

How many people know about the last person you kissed? I don't know, it's not a secret and it's not new news either, we've been together a few months shy of two years.

How many different cars have you driven? Uhhhh... good question? Besides the car used in driver's ed classes, maybe like, two? It's possible it's actually only one, I can't even remember how long we've had the car we do now.

What door did you last open besides any on your house or car? Probably one in Girt's house?

Who is the person you have hurt the most? Ultimately, probably my mom. I suppose maybe Sara.

Who is the person that has hurt you the most? Jason, when it boils down to it. Sara has said things that hurt me more, way more than anything Jason ever said, HOWEVER I dealt with the severity of the loss of him astronomically worse and for a much longer period.

When you go to Mcdonald's, what drink do you usually get? Coke.

What’s the worst type of weather in your opinion? Hot and humid. It makes me want to fucking die.

Who last called you sexy? Girt, I'm sure. Not exactly something I hear from a non-significant other, lol.

Is it possible to "fall out of love?" I am completely and entirely confident that I myself have experienced this, so I know it is.

Have you ever had a crush on someone of the same gender? Yes, more than once.

Is your significant other of the same ethnicity as you? Uh, I thiiiiink he'd be considered biracial? His mother is your ordinary Caucasian, but his dad was Native American, however I don't really know if that's an independent ethnicity? Race? I get these words confused, ngl.

How cold does it have to be before you put on a sweater? If wind isn't a factor, it's gotta get to like, the low 50*Fs before I want one.

Kisses on the cheek or the neck? how much time we got LMAOOOOO

One word to describe your most recent ex? Overdramatic.

What’s the best food to have at a sleepover? OBVIOUSLY pizza.

Where was the very first kiss you had with the last person you kissed? My old house's living room.

As a kid, did you ever get in trouble for drawing on the wall? No, I definitely don't remember ever doing so.

Ever had to have someone help you walk before? Yes, after I fainted or when I’ve been very dizzy for whatever reason, but I think I most heavily did so when I tore a ligament in my ankle or something and could put a total of ZEEEEERO pressure on that foot, it took so long to heal and it was FUCKING miserable. I'd be fighting off crying even when I would lean on Mom, that pain was unreal.

Name 5 things you don’t believe in. Fate/destiny, things like tarot cards or fortune tellers/psychics of any sort, horoscopes, anti-vax inane bullshit, and soulmates.

In what circumstances do you feel most at peace? Mornings where Girt stayed the night before and he's still sleeping when I wake up and I still lay down with him and just listen to birds and stuff.

Have you ever worn a thumb ring? Yes, that's the finger I wore my friendship ring with Sara on, but I've since thrown it away.

Would you give someone a second chance if they physically hurt you? HELL fucking no

What are five things you inherited from your mom? Low metabolism, height, high cholesterol, skin tone and some freckling (primarily on my arms), and thick hair.

What are five things you inherited from your dad? I HATE how like him I have very little common sense/miss things that a lot of people generally see as very obvious, when my legs were fine I paced like he did (I won't at all be surprised if it's a habit I pick back up as my legs get stronger), I have an addictive personality, uh... I'm blanking after that.

Have you ever dated someone with longer hair than yours? Yeah, Sara's hair was much longer than mine.

Do you ever wonder what your ex or most recent “thing” is up to? I mean sure, I wonder, but I don't let myself check her socials ever. It's better that way.

What pets does your best friend have? He has one dog, a pit/shepherd mix named Charlie. I think technically he's his mom's, that's "Mom" to him, but Girt loves him to death and Charlie clearly loves him too.

Do you think somebody’s in love with you? Pretty sure yeah.

What type of tree is the most common where you live? Pine trees, by a fucking longshot. There are SO many pine trees.

Do you have anything planned for June so far? Yeah, my niece's birthday as well as her mom/my older sister's only a few days later. I don't know what we're doing for Ashley's, but I know Aubree's bday party is this month.

[TW: SELF-HARM] Do you know anyone who self-harms? I don't know about anymore, but I know plenty plenty plenty of people who have previously.

Who were you last in a car with and where did you go? My mom, we just rode to pick up our groceries from Wal-Mart.

Name the last three people you kissed and list one nice thing about each one. Girt is very loyal, Sara was a great creative, and Tyler, uh... he was generally sweet?

When was the last time you felt EXTREMELY depressed? Why is that? Extremely depressed, let's see... I'm not really sure, like sure I still deal with depression, but it's nothing like I shit I dealt with up until the start of 2017. "Extremely," for me and my experiences, means REALLY fucking severe, and I'm grateful I can't answer this confidently.

Who was the last person to kiss your forehead? Girt, I know he did this recently before he left and I was falling asleep.

[umbralundertaker]

Smello :^)

平安のエイリアン... Which apparently translates into 'Peaceful Alien'. This is one of the many songs on my Repeat playlist from Touhou- I'm addicted to the soundtrack as of now. And if you guys saw my post about how every single song I've ever heard was from Touhou, you bet that this is one of them. Galaxy Collapse is basically the song that got me into speedcore and breakcore, so learning that it's been from Touhou all along was mind-boggling. I usually prefer remixes compared to the actual OST because of the interesting but wonky soundfont that ZUN employs, but this one is just really fucking good on its own. That weird square-wavy bass guitar in the back really makes this whole piece and gives it a lot of dimension. The snare that ZUN loves to use in every song also lends to the feeling that you're fighting in the sky. Not to mention that the main motifs in this song really lean hard into the 'up and down the octave' type of motifs that serves as ZUNs trademark, and that's perfect for something that I can only assume is fighting an alien. Overall just a great song that I always listen to in full.

Scamming 1 by 1... Roblox Megalovania... uhh skip

しかばねの踊りby Kikuo, which translates into... Shikabane Dance? It certainly sounds like a dance track, which is interesting because from what I can tell it's in 4/4 the whole time. Every song of theirs is a banger, even their more forgettable ones. Really love the violin compared to the harsh sound of chains or something hitting the floor that serve as the backing track. Kikuo's instrumentals are endlessly creative and up there with the greats of Japanese electronic music, and Hatsune Miku's vocals always tie it all together.

Another Touhou track... this one a Jazz cover of Night of Nights. I'd skip game soundtracks and remixes in favor of actual music, but I'm listening to very little real music right now so we're stuck with this. Anyways, this one is absolutely fire I love it immensely. Higher tempo jazz is always so much better than slow, at least in my opinion. Though something that always jumps out at me is that there's far less freestyle in this than I'd expect out of a Jazz cover. The original Night of Nights actually fades out on a freestyle section, so the fact that this remix just... stops with a little trumpet hit? is really jarring every time. There's a cute little brass solo interspersed in the middle somewhere, which I do enjoy, but I don't really think it makes up for that missed opportunity. Still, I absolutely love this group, they make great Jazz

Omori- Metal Remix by J-Trigger. This one is GORGEOUS. This person has made a few other Omori metal remixes, and by God they're all amazing. He even did one for White Space! Which is just a 6 note loop!! But it was incredible and beautiful!!! Anyways I love the Omori soundtrack but the way this guy improves on it is just... something else. I don't know if he has original music but if he doesn't he should definitely get on that. I don't have much to say about the song itself because it's just so passionate and emotional. Just wonderful

Time Paradox - esquii. Yeah another Megalovania remix. Its fire though

Winner, Winner, What's Four Dinner Boys - Marina Hova. Now THIS is in actual banger, as in I can't not bob my head to it every time I listen. It's just really fucking good, I don't really have much to say about it. I love the Lisa soundtrack, and I love cowbell, and I love that stupid shrill voice synth that W2D wont stop using.

espial - Oliver Buckland. Yes I got it from Ena, what can I say it has a good soundtrack. Anyways this is a wonderfully calming song and features a very pretty piano. This song was kind of my gateway drug into ambient (which OP helped exacerbate. Peer pressure is a powerful thing). I don't have much to say except Please listen to it its good.

Necrofantasia - RichaadEB. I fucking love the Touhou soundtrack sorry guys. Richaad has some of the best metal covers around- and listening to his Touhou albums were one of the bigger factors that got me interested in Touhou. It also helps that the main motif is so beautiful it makes me tear up a little. I don't care that it's repetitive it's just really fucking good

輝く針の小人族 ~ Kobito of the Shining Needle. Now THIS is what I call a fucking SONG. None of that weak ass bullshit. This song is 85% build up and 15% drop but it's all worth it. ZUN has a masterful use of his soundfont here. Everything is in its proper place. Apparently this is from the 14th game (!!!) which. I certainly hope he has a better handle on his music by then. But I digress this is a fucking work of art. This is actually the song that, not single-handedly mind you, but was the needle that broke the camel's back and finally got me into Touhou. I heard this shit and dropped everything and downloaded Highly Responsive to Prayers the very next day.

Okay thats it bye bye

Stolen prompt: shuffle your likes or your favorite playlist and post the first ten tracks

I’m doing my on repeat playlist since I don’t trust my actual everything playlist…plus you gotta talk about the song and I can’t do that with the hundreds of random music I saved because I sort of liked it…

The Rain - Smash Into Pieces. One of the few vent songs I play when mommy issues flare up lol…also I always love songs that use the sun as a goal, to finally feel it after years of darkness and cold. It goes hard.

Dreams Without a Future - Sabled Sun. Beautiful piano but it’s the title that really punches me. I can’t articulate it. Just let it sink in. Dreams without a future, hopes with no hope, yearning for what is forever out of reach. Consider that the song is part of a project about a dying, overindustrilaized earth and…

The Blood is Art - Pastelle. This is one of my main ship songs uhhhh so to spare everyone…I really enjoy the singer’s voice, she nails the ethereal and angelic, and hearing it with such angry lyrics and sharp turns in notes is really interesting. And I adore the ending, just haunting vocalizations that are seeped in regret and sorrow…

Pottle - Bengalfuel. For once I cannot wax poetic about an ambient song. It’s just really calming and relaxing, 10/10 noises.

Love You (When You’re a Mess) - Jadudah. found this song during a really lull era where I wasn’t finding any new good music so I became so obsessed. The guitar riffs go crazy. Also I found this song when I was first getting into my stupid ship so 😅

Island - Bengalfuel. This is from the same album as 4 so…still applies. Nice noises, I like it a lot more for having reverb and longer notes.

Wicked Game - Chris Isaak. Quintessential post-hang out song. I use it mainly to relax but still want something more song-like than ambient. Again, I love guitar, and the strumming in this is really something.

Your Eyes Open - Keane. Another thing I really love is unconventional instruments together. So I really enjoy how the piano is used alongside drums and vocals. And again, I really enjoy long notes which the vocals easily supply.

(I skipped a song because it was another BENGALFUEL ALBUM ONE) Into The Unknown - Starset. I actually used to hate this song haha. But then it grew on me. Did you know there’s piano in this too? You can only hear it with good headphones, buried in the chorus. But, starset has my favorite hard rock/metal guitar riffs, hence why they’re like…my #1 band. I paid $140 to get my albums signed 🤨

Secret of Life - Lord Huron. The chorus would help me reach like 20mph on my bike it went so hard. Also reminds me of one of my favorite OCs…I should really go back to writing…oh well.

Tagging…..!!!!!! @umbralundertaker @nightfuryqueen @nightfuryqueen @prussianmemes @prophet60091 @stoplookingformee @imgoingtoputscorpionsinyourmouth and do it if you want even if you’re not tagged Teehee

[juanabaloo]

First Killl! Here's my live (ish) blog of E07 "First Goodbye."

the english captions on this are so bad. Netflix do better.

Ben and Cal and a bunch of students are questioned by the cops. This is so so bad. No! Don't talk to cops. And if you ever do, never talk to them alone. At least Cal says: "where I come from police can't question a minor without an adult present." and then she leaves, not asking for permission. Cops want you to think you have to stay, even when you are not detained. Fuck cops. ACAB.

they got the whitest looking Latino guy to be the "spanish speaking character with 20 seconds of screen time." *eyeroll*

Both J and C end up surprising their parents by bringing the other to their home in this episode. Both parents are NOT into it, but eventually come around to not actively killing the girlfriend. I like that the show makes it clear the parents have zero issue with their queerness. (Cal explains her family is fine with it, and Juliette's sister was good with it.) The problem is the whole vampire - hunter thing.

Yay! Cal's parents are very supportive re the bad watcher guy that Juliette ended up killing. And then both of Cal's parents are in super protective mode when the terrible Guild people show up. The Guild is like the Watcher's Council (from BTVS) but more diverse, more competent, and not British. Fuck 'em. Funny that the one Guild woman is possibly an ex of Jack's.

It feels very real that Juliette makes this off-hand joke about Cal being a monster in the car to a cop and that spirals into the mob looking for Cal. Even the cop snidely remarks on Juliette's privilege in making the joke. The monster checkpoints only seem to work for vampires since they use silver. (see police aren't good for anything!)

Oliver makes another appearance. I def don't trust him. Apparently Sebastian is a ghoul, whatever that means. He's now stronger? They fight but Oliver leaves in the end.

The MAAM group, led by Bunny, is still dismissed by the show. Desperate Housewives, Lululemon lunatics. LOL that Bunny, the only southern accented character, is listening to Shania Twain's "Man I Feel Like a Woman." Shania has a fake country accent and this song was a big country crossover hit. It's a catchy tune with a laughable "we're rebelling against restrictions" vibe. Huh.

Uh. Theo! Here's a gif from earlier where he lies to protect Cal. He feels alone about his mom-trauma-flashbacks so he isolates himself. Nooooo. I love love love the scene where Talia agrees to "leave him alone" (meaning stop trying to talk about it) but then gives him a huge hug, which he gladly accepts. But..... the episode ends and after Apollo accidentally stabs him it seems like maybe he's dead? Or very badly injured??

Apollo and Elinor, who met before, end up making out in the bar bathroom. This clearly ends badly with the stabbing, and she mind melds both Apollo and Theo so they forget what happened. She doesn't seem sad or concerned at all. I DO buy A and E as a potential couple. A and E fit together, the way they act and their personality, and I feel like they are well matched looks-wise. Note E admits "I always fall for the stupid ones" meaning she was falling for A. But getting him to stab his brother is not a good move for any sort of budding relationship or even hookup.

After Ben explains the mob is looking for Cal, Margot tries to kick Cal out. Cal correctly explains why that's a bad idea. That's twice now Cal outsmarts the supposed older wiser adult. (First with the cops and now with Margot.) Go Cal!!

LOL at Margot with the "mismatched furniture" line.

And then J feels scared about the intent of the hunter family, which hmmmm. I guess their actions the night of her Debutante Ball are just now hitting her? Anyway, I can forgive it bc of the great moment with J and C.

awwwww. OK, last episode tomorrow. Lots of stuff for them to wrap up. I assume they'll leave some stuff dangling and hope for a S2.

[firesoulstuff]

Captain Canary, 41, A, 11?

41: "So we're just not gonna address the fact that you kissed me?"

A: Soulmate AU

11: Trapped Together

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27544165/chapters/89579788

"So we're just not gonna address the fact that you kissed me?"

Leonard, finally, catches his ball and doesn't throw it again. He cuts his eyes to her, and really his look is answer enough, but he answers anyway.

"There are a lot of things we're not gonna address."

She scoffs, and rolls her eyes. He goes back to tossing his stupid ball.

They're back in the engine room, trapped due to the ship's power having been knocked out. The two of them had been nearby, so they came to fix one of the issues, and weren't done by the time the generators ran out of juice.

At least this time they aren't freezing.

They're just sitting here, their problem fixed and waiting on the others elsewhere in the ship. They’ve sat across from one-another, and Sara can't speak for him but she has a horrible case of déjà vu.

They'd been sitting here, half-frozen, she can still hear his strained whisper...

"Sara..."

She still shudders thinking about it.

Another minute or two passes in silence, only interrupted by the intermittent bouncing of his ball and the low static of her comm in her ear.

“Of those things we’re not gonna address,” she finally ventures, and she doesn’t miss how his shoulders tighten. “I take it one of them is when I kissed you?”

He throws his ball again, harder, and she can see the thoughts flying through his head. Anger, fear, hope, all sorts of things.

She’d felt all those things too when she first woke up and realized what had happened. At first she wasn’t sure if he knew, and for weeks that remained true, but then The Oculus happened and she had to return the favor.

No hiding it then.

Now not only does she know, and he knows, but the whole damn team knows.

They’re soulmates.

Finding one’s soulmate isn’t something to be taken lightly, and it can only happen under the worst of circumstances. Some people still consider soulmates a myth, but the truth is with centuries’ worth of documented incidents, Sara never did find herself able to suspend her belief.

True love’s kiss.

If you die, your soulmate is supposed to be able to bring you back with a kiss.

It’s a system that depends entirely on blind faith. You have to have lost everything and be willing to grasp at the straws of Legends. One last Hail Mary.

Sara’s heard that, after the first time she died, Nyssa tried. It didn’t work, and though non one’s ever said anything, if she knows Oliver she knows he would’ve tried too. That was a rough thing to face, finding out neither of them is the “one”, but it would be her luck. So she never fully gave up her belief in soulmates, she’s seen crazier things. She never gave it much thought, actually. She’d died, you kind of lose your fear of that once it’s happened.

Then she and Snart were in here, freezing, and she knows what death feels like. It had been easier this time; peaceful even. She died sitting in his lap, his arms around her futilely trying to keep her warm.

Then… she was back.

She realized later on that he’d kissed the top of her head once she’d been gone, presumably to say goodbye to her, only for it to bring her back.

According to Gideon, she hadn’t been dead for more than one minute. So she wasn’t sure if he knew what his kiss had done, what it meant. He would’ve walked out of here that day thinking she’d still been alive when he’d kissed her and she’d merely stirred.

Then he died.

He died at The Oculus. They dragged his battered body into the ship’s med bay… and she couldn’t lose him.

No one saw her kiss him, but Gideon had already made it clear she couldn’t do anything to save him. That he was already gone.

He’s looking at her now, holding her gaze, and finally he gives a sigh.

“Why do you want to talk about it?” He asks, and she realizes that while she’s been thinking his ball rolled away off in a corner.

She shrugs. Really, why does she want to talk about it? Maybe to get Jax off her back, but she can handle him. Maybe to stop Rip’s charged looks every time she and Len are flirting. Hell, the whole team gives them those looks, because on some level they all know there was only one thing that could’ve saved him, and she was the one alone with him.

She shrugs. “Guess I feel like we’re wasting time.” She answers, and he raises an eyebrow. “I mean, I’m not saying we should be a thing just because of some soulmate cliché.”

“You’re saying it should be because we actually have feelings for each other.” He picks up, much to her surprise. “To bad neither of us does feelings.”

Oh.

Oh.

It sounds like a statement, a jab, but she hears the meaning. Neither of them ever gave much thought to the whole soulmate thing, never thought they would know for sure. Knowing now… he has as much of an idea how to go about it as she does.

She smirks.

“Maybe that’s why we’re paired.” She suggests, “Too stubborn for anyone else to deal with.”

He scoffs, but there’s a smile on his face.

“Maybe…” He muses, and for another minute they’re quiet, but it’s easier this time. Companionable. “How about this?” He offers after a minute. “It’s a thing. We both know it, and my being alive tipped all the other idiots off too. So how about we start calling them on it when they’re staring at us and go from there?”

She smiles, just picturing it. Not that they haven’t spent the past few months making scathing remarks in response to the looks, but somehow this will be different. More direct. It’s a freedom to acknowledge it, and she rather likes the idea of going from there.

All of a sudden the lights turn back on, the engines around them hum to life, and the door opens.

She grins as they rise to their feet. “Sounds like a plan to me.”

[faofinn]

BTHB - Wiping the Other's Tears Away

Fao couldn't help himself, he pulled Harrison in for a hug, crushing him against his chest. “Oh, Tomcat, nothing is ever over.”

He stiffened. "It is."

“No. Come on, you of all people know things can and will get better. Look at where we came from, look at the family we have now.”

Harrison's body trembled as he sobbed, gripping Fao tighter. "They're gone."

“No, they're not. Not at all. They're so worried about you, Hars. Sheila is beside herself. I'd barely even gotten off the plane before she was all over me, asking me if you'd reached out, desperate to know if you were safe.”

"You're lying." He managed, though barely believed it himself. "They hate me."

“No, I don't lie.”

"They hate me." He repeated through sobs.

“No, they don't. Sheila will be so relieved you're safe. That you're alive.”

He shook his head, gripping onto Fao. "No."

“Yeah. We thought you were dead.”

He sniffed, trying to catch his breath. "I wish I was."

“I know, I know.” Fao soothed.

Harrison took a moment, trying to get his breathing back under control. His own wolf itched to be out, unhappy at the uncomfortable situation. "I'm glad you're safe."

Fao hummed. “I'm absolutely fine. Is that what all this is about, eh?”

He swallowed thickly. He wasn't going to admit that, he wouldn't ever admit that.

Harrison’s silence told Fao all he needed to know. “Oh, Tomcat.” He breathed.

His sobs grew harder and he buried his face in Fao's neck. He had no reason to be so nice to him. He'd hurt his brother, ruined the family. Fao should have hated him, not pulled him in for a hug, nor tried to help him.

Fao rubbed his back. “Hey, hey. It's alright, come on now. It'll all be okay. You're okay. I've got you.”

Harrison pulled away, stumbling back to sit on the bed. He reached for Fao though, an olive branch, the best part of an apology he'd give.

Fao sat with him, wrapped his arm around him as he reached up to wipe Harrison’s tears with his thumb. “There we go, you're alright.”

He didn’t pull away. "How long are you staying?"

“As long as you need.”

"That's not what I meant."

“How long am I in the country?”

He nodded; he couldn't bring himself to ask properly.

“I've got nothing on the horizon. So, a fair while. Six months, at least.”

"Six.." It wasn't enough.

“Easily longer. I have to sign up, so… I can take a break. Still gotta train, but…”

"Don't stop for me."

“It's not stopping. I need a rest period anyway.”

"That's just saying it a different way."

“Sure, either way. I'm back now.”

"You'll be gone soon enough."

“It's my job, Hars. But I'll be in the clinic and the hospital now, for a while. It's only the reserves, it's not forever.”

"Until you get hurt."

“I'm not going to get hurt.”

He rolled his eyes. “You can’t promise that.”

“I know. But I’m careful.”

“I know.”

“And I’ll have the best people looking after me if I do get hurt.”

"That's not what I mean." He snapped, tears falling harder.

“What do you mean? Explain it so I can help?”

"Just don't go."

“It’s not quite that simple, Hars.”

“Please.” He turned to face him properly. “Please don’t go.”

“I still have to train, but I’ll take a break.”

“Just please don’t go back.”

“I’ll take some time.”

“Please.”

“You could always call me, yknow?”

“My phone’s fucked.”

“If you were back with Sheila.”

He stiffened. “I’m not going back.”

“Come on, they want you back.”

“I’m not going.”

“Okay. You're gonna walk away from the pack?”

"It's already over."

“Except I've told you it's not.”

“You weren’t there!”

“I know. But I came home to it, I spoke to Sheila.”

“And you could just be lying to me.”

“Call her yourself.”

"Fine." He gritted his teeth.

“You're family.”

“I was.”

“There's no was about family.” Fao said, and pulled away to plug his phone in.

"There is. That's why we're with Sheila. Why I was with Sheila."

“The people who raised us aren't family. The pack is family, Sheila is family. Family's more than just blood.”

“I guess.” He frowned. “But they don’t want me in their pack.”

“They do, Harrison. Of course they do.”

“I hurt Finn.” He whispered.

“Yeah, you made a mistake. But Finn’s okay, and everyone knows it wasn’t you.”

“But it was. I did it.”

“But you weren’t yourself. Scraps happen, we all make mistakes.”

"My whole life is a mistake."

“That’s not true.”

“It is.” He said quietly. “My parents were right.”

“No, Harrison. They weren’t. You’re so much more than them.”

He shook his head. “I hurt Finn.”

“You made a mistake. Just apologise to Finn and move on, he’s okay.”

"How badly did I hurt him?" He barely dared to ask.

“He had to go to the hospital, Steve wanted to be cautious, but he was okay. Broken ribs and a broken bone in his arm. Nothing too dramatic.”

Harrison made a quiet, pained noise. "I fucked it up. I fucked it all up."

“No, you didn’t.”

"I did, I really did."

“He healed just fine.”

"Physically."

“He was upset, but just worried about you.”

Harrison shook his head. He didn't want to talk about it anymore, it just hurt too much.

“I know. It's alright.”

It wasn't alright. He didn't see how it could ever be alright.

“We'll go home, you can apologise to everyone there. And then it'll be okay.”

He leaned into Fao and nodded. He didn't have the energy to refuse, and as much as he tried to deny it, he missed the pack.

“I’ve got you.”

"I'm sorry."

“It's okay.”

"I really am."

“I know you are, I know.”

He was quiet again, his breathing slowly growing more steady. "Do they know?"

“That you're here?”

He shook his head. "That 'm sorry."

“I’m sure they do, but you’d do best telling them yourself.”

His breath hitched. "What if they don't listen?"

“You know they always listen.”

"But what if they don't?"

“It’s Sheila. She’d help you hide a body if you needed to.”

"She doesn't control the pack."

“Of course she does.”

"She doesn't control everyone."

“She’s Sheila.”

"She'd rip me apart."

“It’s fine, Hars. We’ll go back together and you can see the pack.”

He laughed humorlessly. "You'll protect me?"

“Yeah. Don't you know I'm a big tough soldier now?”

Harrison let out a proper laugh. "Tough, maybe."

“Rude.”

He reached for Fao's hand, gripping it tight. "I'm sorry."

“Let's stay here tonight, yeah? And we'll see what we're gonna do in the morning.”

"Okay."

“Get some food. When was the last time you ate?”

He shrugged. "Not too long ago."

“Long enough.”

"It's useful being wolf."

“Mm. Can I grab a shower and then we can get some food?”

“Sure.”

Fao nodded and pulled away to shower. It was nice, after a long while searching for Harrison as a wolf. He was quick, worried Harrison would leave or pull something stupid. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust him, he just knew him too well.

Despite himself, he’d fallen asleep, curled around his backpack. The bed was comfier than he’d expected and had drifted off almost as soon as Fao had got in the shower. His hair was still wet, still dripping down his back, but he was warm and content.

When Fao got out, he was surprised to see Harrison curled up asleep on the bed. With a shake of his head, he quietly got dressed. Poor Hars must be absolutely exhausted, he didn’t blame him for falling asleep.

Harrison stirred as Fao dressed, rubbing his eyes. “Did you shower?”

“Yeah, I did. You have a nice nap?”

"Wasn't even asleep."

“Yeah, okay. Wanna grab some food?”

"Yeah." He frowned. "I've not got any more cash."

“You can pay me back when you get some next.”

"Nowhere's hiring right now."

“I can wait.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be. You want me to keep an eye out for you?”

“I’ve looked everywhere. Nobody wants a wolf.”

“I’ll see if I can find somewhere. But don’t worry about the money. You can pay me back whenever.”

“Thanks.” He muttered quietly.

“I’d say don’t bother paying me back at all, but I know you’ll refuse.”

“Of course I’d refuse.”

“So it can be an open IOU. Hell, just buy me dinner next time you can.”

“Alright. I can do that.”

“Good. I'm hungry, and I bet you are too. Let's eat.”

“I don’t need much.”

“You can have as much as you want. I sure am.”

“It’s okay. A meal deal or something will be more than enough.”

“No, come on, we’re getting a good, hot meal.”

“It’s okay.” Harrison protested.

“Well, I want hot food, so…”

"Fine."

“Might as well.”

"I guess."

Fao hummed and shoved his wallet into his pocket. “You ready to go?”

He shrugged. "Yeah."

“We won't be too long, then you can get some proper sleep.”

“I already slept.” He argued as they headed down the corridor. "And I ate earlier."

Harrison kept up his protests as they found somewhere to eat. He checked the menu several times before finally agreeing to let Fao pay for it. The restaurant smelled amazing, almost overwhelming for his wolf, and his stomach growled loudly. So much for saying he'd eaten recently.

He savoured every bite, eating as slowly as he could, his wolf screaming in protest - he didn't know when his next meal would be, he should be eating as much and as fast as he could. Fao chatted away as he ate, in between large mouthfuls of good food. When Fao got seconds, Harrison was torn. There was an ache in his stomach that had come from the week with barely anything, but his pride bristled. He was already in Fao’s debt. Fao kept persuading gently, and when he refused, ordered for him anyway. He didn't need to be wolf to read Harrison’s mind.

Dessert was another thing - Fao, of course, ordered something. After a quick glance at Harrison, he got the other wolf one too. Just a simple warm sponge, but it had to help the cold in his bones. Fao had only been wolf for a week, living rougher than he was used to, he couldn't imagine how Harrison felt.

As the evening dragged on, Harrison slowly warmed to him again. He'd missed Fao. He had been everything to him and then he'd just left. Of course Harrison knew that he'd had to go, that it was for work and he didn't have a choice. And of course, Harrison was proud of him. So, so proud. He just couldn't tell him yet.

The other customers stared at them, Harrison could feel it and he knew Fao could too. It was easy to see why; it wasn't normal to see a well dressed young man with another who was still very obviously homeless. While Fao held an air of authority, commanding attention in any room he walked in to, Harrison did the opposite. People averted their gaze or stared on in disgust, they'd walk in to him on the street, ignoring his simple questions when he'd ask for directions or the time. Even in the restaurant the stigma followed them, customers giving Harrison a wide berth as they passed, almost as if they were afraid they'd catch something.

Fao's joke about Harrison’s hair being longer than his didn't go down well, just another reminder of how far he'd fallen.

As their plates were cleared, Harrison dug about in his pockets, pulling out his old, almost a brick of a phone. It wasn't his normal phone, that one had ended up being sold before it could be stolen. It wasn't worth much, but he offered it to Fao as payment. Of course the other wolf refused, rolling his eyes and telling Harrison not to be daft. He took it from him though, checked the charger needed, and promised Harrison they'd go grab a charger so at least they'd be able to keep in touch. After a little protest, he gave in, agreeing to nip to the shop with Fao.

It wasn't far, the perks of it being a small town. Security on the door gave Harrison an odd look - he'd been caught trying to go through their bins a few times, and kicked out from their doorway more than once. With Fao by his side though, it seemed he could do anything. He gave him a grateful smile.

Fao grabbed a trolley-full of snacks and drinks, and then as a second thought, some quick meals. Harrison would be going back with him, he was certain. Hopefully.

Despite Harrison’s protests, he headed to the clothes section too - the clothes the other man wore weren’t dirty, but he could definitely do with some that weren't threadbare and holey, and that hadn't been washed in the sink of public bathrooms for months.

The longer they spent in the shop, the quieter Harrison became, only occasionally piping up with suggestions. His first aid kit was sorely lacking, his medications nearly all gone. Fao meant he wasn't going to be kicked out - and he didn't have to steal. Fao was happy to oblige; if Harrison was going to stay away, he needed to be able to take care and look after himself.

While Fao checked out, Harrison braced himself against the trolley. The lack of continuous interruptions from Fao only made him grow more and more tired, almost falling asleep standing up.

Fao was glad Harrison was finally letting him look after him. As they shopped, and Harrison grew more and more tired, Fao shot him a small smile. Braced against the trolley, he looked to be basically sleep walking. They’d gotten what they needed now, and it was getting late. Fao felt just as exhausted as Harrison looked. Resting a hand on his back, he ushered him to the tills.

They paid, shoved everything into their bags, and headed back to the hotel. They still got looks, but Fao countered them with his own, and hoped they didn’t bother Harrison too much. He’d be better in some new clothes, for sure.

Back in their room and away from the prying eyes of the general public, Fao tidied their things away, and flopped onto the bed with a sigh.

“Everything’s sorted now. Do you want to get some sleep before you pass out on me?”

“Not even tired.” He protested, running a hand through his hair.

“Sure.”

“Not a bit.” He said again, sinking onto the chair by the bed.

“Come sit on the bed?”

"I'm okay here."

“You don’t look comfy.”

“It’s better than the floor.”

“Beds exist for a reason.”

"So do chairs."

“Beds are for sleeping.”

"Fine. Shove over."

[alphakenner]

"You heard the man," Jackson had only arrived near the end of the hour, content to watch as Ollie directed the newbies wrestling, and took a seat beside him on the bench. "Any of them looking promising?" Young wolves tended to fall into a few categories, and only some would learn to harness their aggression and fight well.

"Look, I know you're all eager to keep testing your new strength and abilities... but why don't we all take ten, yeah? Besides, y'all are gonna have to start preparing for your first full moon before too long. That is someone else's territory though." Oliver laughed and waved off a small handful of young werewolves that had activated their wolf nature during the assaults.

He had spent the last hour or so wrestling with them, letting them test the waters of their newfound abilities granted to them by their blessings. Needless to say, the wolf was tired and he let out a large huff as he tossed himself onto a bench nearby.

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Growing Together: "ALN" Story (Pre-Serum Omega!Steve and Alpha!Bucky Modern Domestic AU)

Twenty:

"Papa, look!" Cori called out while Steve zipped Bitsy's pastel pink floral satin dress. When Steve didn't immediately look over at the – now – four year old, she repeated louder, "PAPA!"

"What, baby?" Steve finally looked over at her. With a large toothy grin stretching her lips, she twirled around. Amused with how the skirt of her mint green floral satin dress puffed up. Steve couldn't help but smile and humor her, "Oh my goodness, you're so silly!"

Giggling, Cori plopped down on the floor to play with Princess Butterfly while Steve moved onto help Nevie put on her lilac purple dress shoes that matched her floral satin dress. Buckling them for her even though she whined and complained that she was a big girl and could do it herself. However, Steve was in no mood to deal with attitude and one quirk of his eyebrow had her quieting.

From the living room, Bucky called out, "Are we ready to go?"

Since Bucky was in charge of the boys, Steve looked over the girls. They had gotten their hair cut and styled, so with Steve finishing with putting Bitsy's shoes on the correct feet, he confirmed, "We're ready!"

"Alright!" Bucky clapped once to gain attention, and instructed, "Let's go!"

"Be good, PB," Nevie instructed the orange kitten who was trying to get the shoelace the girls enjoyed holding above the kittens as they tried to get it.

Standing, Steve's heart raced, and his stomach twisted into knots. The girls were on their way out of the room, but Steve paused. Needing a minute as he tried to keep it together. Of course, not that his body cooperated considering the tears started building in the rim of his eyes. Always forgetting just how quickly time flew. One moment it was February, the next it was July.

"Papa?" Bitsy paused in the hallway and glanced back at him with those steel-blue eyes.

Sniffling, Steve waved her on and said, "I just need to use the potty real quick." Then, remembering that he had three four year olds, he asked, "Do you have to go potty?"

Bitsy shook her head, and Steve nodded, assuring her, "I'll be there in just a minute."

"Okay," Bitsy accepted and raced through the house for the garage with the ever-playful PB chasing after them.

Meanwhile, Steve's breath hitched, and his chest clenched, and the tears escaped the corners of his eyes. He had been holding them in for the better part of the morning. But he couldn't help it. His baby was about to be celebrated and considered a man. And that made Steve more than just a little emotional.

Sure, Oliver was only thirteen and he had plenty of time to still be a kid. But those years were going to fly by just like the first thirteen had. And Steve was woefully unprepared for that.

Taking a tissue from his pocket, Steve wiped his face and blew his nose. As he turned to throw it away, Bucky called out, "Stevie?"

"In here," Steve croaked and mentally face-palmed because not even his voice was cooperating today.

Leaning against the doorway, Bucky shared a small, knowing smile. Extending his arm towards Steve, Bucky held his hand out invitingly. It didn't take a lot of convincing as Steve laced his fingers with his mate's and walked hand-in-hand with him as they left for the garage.

Of course, when they entered the garage, Steve snapped out of his emotional state and went into his papa mode. Especially since at least one kid was crying, three were arguing, and Kit all the while was singing the wrong lyrics to a song that wasn't even playing on the radio.

"Well," Bucky wrapped his arm around Steve's shoulders. Teasing, "You were the one who wanted kids."

Playfully, Steve rolled his eyes and elbowed his ribs. While Bucky feigned pain, Steve mocked, "Didn't hear you complainin'."

"Hey," Bucky chuckled, "Anyone who did would be a stupid, stupid man."

Shaking his head, Steve walked around to the passenger side and climbed into the van. Bucky followed suit as he climbed in behind the steering wheel. Steve turned back to look at the kids and gained their attention by clapping his hands.

"This is what we're not going to do," Steve started. Nevie sniffled and wiped her eyes while Kit handed her lovey back to her. Nodding, Steve continued, "We're going to be on our best behavior. We're not going to poke each other, or argue, or be loud. We're going to sit and listen because today is Oliver's big day, and we want to respect him."

When none of the kids argued with him, Steve nodded to himself and said, "good," then turned around to face the front. Giving Bucky the go-ahead so the brunet could pull out of the garage.

Once on the street, Bucky held his hand palm-up for Steve. Predictably, Steve laced his fingers with Bucky's. Giving his alpha's hand a comforting squeeze, knowing that Bucky needed the comforter just as much as he did. And in return, Bucky squeezed Steve's hand right back.

Sooner than Steve wanted, they were pulling into Temple B'nai Jacob. Their older family members were there already, and Steve plastered a smile on his face as he waved at some of the extended family members who waved at him.

Glancing over his shoulder, he told Oliver, "I don't want to see you give any attitude, understood?"

"Understood," Oliver sighed.

As Bucky put the van in park, Steve informed, "That includes sighing and rolling your eyes."

Smiling back at the kids, Bucky added, "And you should probably be extra nice to the older relatives since they definitely gave you some real expensive gifts."

"Really?" Oliver perked, "How do you know?"

"Call it a hunch," Bucky smirked. When he caught Steve's eyes, he winked, causing Steve to playfully roll his eyes.

"Now," Steve unbuckled and reminded, "I want everyone on their best behavior."

"Yup, the absolute best," Oliver mocked, sounding way too similar to Bucky in the moment as he climbed out of the van.

Yup, I'm gonna cry, Steve internally mused, again.

As Steve pulled a tissue from his pocket, the rest of his family climbed out of the van. The older relatives of the extended family fawned over Oliver and Steve could see that he was trying his best to be the polite boy that he – mostly – was.

Sniffling, Steve climbed out of the passenger seat and accepted the hugs from the older women. Getting compliments for having such good looking and well-behaved children. Steve just thanked them, but Bucky preened while letting the girls hold onto his fingers and twirl.

Losing track of time as more extended family members congratulated Oliver and Steve and Bucky. Only once more people arrived and most of the parking lot started filling up did they decide to head inside of the synagogue. Being cautious of the cars and their guests as Steve and Bucky held their children's hands as they headed for the entrance.

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