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twdmusicboxmystery · 4 years ago

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TWD 10x19: More Stuff Pointing to Beth’s Imminent Return

Morning Everyone! As you can see, these are just a few more odds and ends about 10x19 that I didn’t cover yesterday. It’s not so much details or not details as just things I didn’t get around to in my first post, which was already very long. So, in no particular order, here goes.

***As always, spoilers abound below for 10x19. Don’t read until you’ve watched!***

First off, there were several Beth references that didn’t occur to me until I was watching the episode live.

Gabriel’s whole speech about how the bible is “still” important.

He gives Mays this rundown about how the word of God is still important and applicable. How it’s a beacon of light in an otherwise very dark world.

Now, I’m sure lots of people picked up on this as a Beth reference. Talk of the bible. Talk of light in the darkness. These are symbols that have definitely been used around her before. But what struck me upon rewatching it was the way he said it was “still” important. It can be directly linked to her “I still sing.” And if you analyze both conversations, both are about transcendence, rather than just surviving.

Mays fires his gun at the little office, and then only afterward, tells Gabriel Aaron is inside and asks, “do you think he made it?”

Guys, this is subtle, but this is a huge parallel of Beth. Think about it. Aaron being in the office could almost represent a tomb of some kind. He’s tied up (imprisonment). Mays shoots the gun (bullets). Then asks, “Do you think he made it?” When he goes to check, he says, “looks like he’s still breathing.” And then, when he brings Aaron out, he’s bleeding from a wound in the left side of his forehead. Exactly same place as where Beth was shot.

I can’t believe it took me like 3x watching the episode to pick that up, lol.

Gabriel’s story about his mentor

I felt like this had to be important, but it was hard for me to say how. And even now, I don’t think I have it all pinned down, but it may not matter. This speech may actually be more about Gabriel and his character than anything else.

I did wonder if the mentor in his story could represent Rick. It doesn’t all fit in detail (Rick’s not the biggest people person out there, lol) but there was a time when Rick really didn’t like Gabriel and wouldn’t give him the time of day (understandably) but eventually Gabriel earned his trust and they did become friends. Even if I’m right that this represents Rick, I’m not sure what the point of having this speech here is. It’s probably the kind of thing I’ll have to return to.

As always, I wanted to relate it to Beth, but I wasn’t sure how. I did feel somewhat justified in looking for TD clues here, not only because the episode is so heavy in them, but because right before Gabriel starts relating the story about his mentor, he says, “I’m serious.” And there were a few small clues, such as talk of driving 80 mph (Beth’s been missing 8 years in the show). But that’s pretty small.

But the one big reference that got me kind of excited was the funeral reference. He talked about going to a funeral with his mentor. While there have obviously been other funerals, the one really big one we saw Gabriel preside over was Tyreese’s in 5x09. A huge Beth episode, where we actually saw the number 8 next to her. And we have to assume, if TF tried to bury Beth, that he would have presided there, too. We just haven’t seen that, yet.

But here’s what got me. Even though Gabriel says this was the funeral of the young man, he said he was a college kid. And while Beth never went to college that we know, in Still Daryl did accuse her of looking for hooch like some dumb college bitch.

So, between that and all the other callbacks and references in this episode, I do think this was a subtle reference to her and perhaps to her “funeral” that we never saw. I’m unsure why they’ve put it here or how it’s supposed to function for us, but I think that will become more clear as the story progresses.

TTD:

I’m not going to do a separate Talking Dead post this week, because there just wasn’t tons to point to in this episode. Basically, there were three things that jumped out at me.

1. Ross Marquand mentioned the three people exiled from Alexandria in S5. And it seemed like a really random reference to bring up. I’m not sure why he did. For one thing, it’s a callback to S5. But that thing about those three being exiled was never hugely resolved. I know a couple of them were meant to be the walkers Aaron and Maggie found in the sewer, but still. It feels unresolved to me, and him bringing them up randomly here felt significant.

2. The Golf Sequence. So, I mentioned the golf parallels in the episode yesterday, but apparently there was a much larger, extended golf sequence where Aaron and Gabriel put together a whole mini golf course, but it got cut from the episode for time. So, not a big deal. It’s just that there would have been MUCH larger golf parallels in this episode if they could have included them.

3. The writer talked about how, at the end of the episode, where we see Gabriel and Aaron heading toward he water tower, there’s a dark, ominous forest between them and the water tower, and anything might happen in there. So, it sounds like this story with the two of them isn’t exactly over, and we’ll probably see another episode about the two of them in S11.

Alright, I said yesterday I’d talk about where this is going. It still sounds like one of these two might die, and you know I lean toward it being Gabriel. I did have a few people message me and point out that Aaron putting a gun to his head might foreshadow his death, and that’s a possibility. I can’t deny it. Honestly, I don’t follow the symbolism around either of these characters (except where it indicates Beth) closely enough to make an educated prediction here. But I do still lean toward it being Gabriel. Mostly because, as I’ve said before, he’s the Sirius character. And there’s one more thing that may indicate this.

The Bible Passage Gabriel Looks At:

I talked yesterday about how Gabriel opened one of the bibles and we could see the passage. It’s 1 Samuel: 1-21. Read the passage HERE.

Now, this passage basically talks about two things. This is where a new king needs to be crowned, and that king will eventually be David. First, the prophet (Samuel) goes to Bethlehem to offer up a sacrifice so the Lord will show him who is to be the new king.

Just the fact that we’re talking about a sacrifice, and it’s Gabriel reading the passage, screams death omen to me.

Also remember that both because of the cross she wore in the hallway at Grady, and because of Gabriel’s (yes, Gabriel’s) strange words to Sasha in 5x16 about “sacrificing one of your own,” Beth is often seen as a symbolic sacrifice of some kind. (I even think his white shirt in 5x16 could point toward him being a sacrifice, but that’s a whole other theory.)

Back to the bible reference. So the second thing that’s done here is that each of Jessie’s sons is brought before the prophet so he can tell which one the Lord has anointed to be king, but he doesn’t choose any of them, saying the Lord is telling him that the king is not among them. He asks if these are all of Jessie’s sons, to which they reply that the youngest (David) is not present.

Now, if you know anything of the bible, David does become king, but they didn’t think to bring him before the prophet here, because they just didn’t think he was “king” material. David was a shepherd. He was humble. He was a poet and a bard.

Yes, you read that right. David sang. He actually sang very beautifully. Tended to totally mesmerize the court with his singing.

Sound like that could be a Beth parallel to you?

In this passage, David is not crowned king, but he is anointed to be king one day. I also notice that the page Gabriel looks at says 1 Sam 16:21, which just means verse 21 is the last verse on that page. Verse 21 ends with David basically living by and learning from the current king, Saul.

Just reminds me of Rick declaring Beth the “new sheriff in town” and how we’ve always said she’ll be his protégé.

So, all I’m saying is that I think this passage suggests both a sacrifice of some kind, and the coming of a new “king” (read: sheriff) that has a lot of things in common with Beth. And since it’s Gabriel who opens the bible, it makes sense that he’ll be the one to die as or just before she arrives. Just saying.

Okay, that’s all I have for today. I’ll get to some Asks tomorrow.

#beth greene #beth greene lives #beth is alive #beth is coming #td theory #td theories #team delusional #team defiance #beth is almost here #bethyl

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greatfay · 4 years ago

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since ur answering asks and shit can u explain what u meant by generational differences in communication

Damn it’s like 2015 tumblr when my inbox used to be WET. So if you’re talking about the controversial opinions post, YES, like I totally understand where people are coming from when they say that generational divides aren’t real (because they aren’t, they’re arbitrary) and distract us from real problems and yes they paint past generations as collectively bigoted when Civil Rights protestors in the 60s (who are in their 70s and 80s now) are mirrors to BLM protestors today, who could be of any age, but the most vocal and famous (at least online, especially irt to the founders, like Patrisse Cullors who is 37.

But how we communicate is sooooo different. I really point to the Internet and Social Media as a major influence in how younger millennials (more Tom Hollands and less Seth Rogans—see even there, I feel like there are two different types of Millennials) and Gen Zrs/Zoomers and even Generation Alpha behave and communicate. We live in a world where we grew up either knowing right out the gate or discovering the hard way that what we say and do has permanence, the kind of permanence that prior generations have never experienced until today. The dumb things kids have been saying since forever can now follow them... forever. We have an inherent understanding of how online spaces work. Compare that to, idk, let’s say you posted on your Facebook (for the first time in 18 months) “All these big and bad grown ass Senators going after actual child Greta Gerwig lol ok, you’re so brave for attacking a CHILD over climate change” and then your aunt, who’s turning “forty-fifteen” in May replies to your post with “So happy to see my passionate niece! Much love from us, hope you’re doing well. Paul is doing great, waiting on his screening results. Tell your mom I said we miss her, we need to get together, we forgive her for last Christmas.”

Like... ok there’s a lot going on there, but your hypothetical aunt is oversharing on a publicly accessible post. And even with the most strict of privacy settings, she’s oversharing where your other Facebook friends (which may include classmates, coworkers, etc.) can see. But she’s saying things that would only be appropriate in a 1-on-1 conversation. This Aunt doesn’t have an understanding of such boundaries, she’s not as technologically literate and hasn’t grown up in a world of Virtual Space, she still gets most of her news from TV, she trusts what a reporter on Channel 4 will read off a script more than what actual video footage of an incident might reveal on Twitter, and she has no clue that she’s been sharing her location data with every post she makes.

There’s such a huge difference. I think it even affects how we experience and express stress and frustration. I think growing up partially in online spaces has made me more accustomed to conflict and consequence-free arguing than someone who never had to worry about that. I’ve been exposed so much to harassment and bullying, triangulating and echo chambers in forums and threads, and vastly opposing point of views at such an early age that it’s had an effect on how I see the world. Compare this to a customer I helped two weeks ago who was looking for a specific type of supplement for children. I found it for her, I handed her exactly what she was looking for, even though her description of the product actually matched several different products; to make sure I’d done my job thoroughly and that she leaves happy and satisfied and doesn’t bother me again, I then show her more products that match her description so that she knows she has options. And she proceeds to freak out, saying “NO, NO, I’M LOOKING FOR [X] AND IT HAS TO BE [XYZ]” and when I say freak out, she looked stressed and PANICKED. And being a retail employee wears you down bit by bit, and add COVID on top of it and little shit like this makes you snap, sometimes. So I have to cut her off like “Why are you screaming and freaking out, jfc you’re holding what you said you wanted. It’s in your hands. I gave you what you wanted, I’m just showing you more things.”

That customer is not an exception, she’s not a unique case. She’s representative of a frightening percentage of her generation, the kids who watched Grease and The Breakfast Club and Ghost in theaters when they were originally released. This is how they communicate and process information. She could not, for some reason, register that her need had been fulfilled, and defaulted to an extreme emotional response when given new and different information.

I’ve yet to deal with someone younger than 35 act the same way, the exceptions being the kids of very wealthy people at my new job who reek of privilege I gag when they walk in—but even they are like *shrugs* “ok whatever” and understanding when there’s something I can’t do for them.

Me: “sorry, we are totally out of that one in your size, but I can order it for you, it’s 2-3 day shipping at no cost to you and we ship it straight to your house”

A rich, white, attractive 22-year-old who’s had access to organic food, a rigorous dermatologist, and financial security since she was born: “mmm... sure, I’ll order it”

A 47-year-old of any socioeconomic background, of any race, in the same situation: “AHHHHHHHHHHH”

I just think it’s crazy how three generations of kids and young adults raised in a world where everything moves so much faster, where knowledge and entertainment and communication can be gathered so much faster, are often so much more polite and patient and understanding. Yesterday I told an older man (mid-50s) whose native tongue is the same as mine, as clearly and succinct as possible, that what he’s looking for is “in aisle 4.” He proceeded to repeat back, “Aisle 7?” four time before I dropped everything to show him what he needed in aisle 4, despite his insistence that he didn’t need me to walk him there. 4 and 7 sound nothing alike in English. There’s just something going on up there 🧠 that’s different.

Oh, other generational divides!!! We have different approaches to labor and working. Totally different! I’m a “young” millennial where I’m almost Gen Z, and I’ve noticed an awful trend among my demographic where people actually brag about working 90 hour work weeks. Or brag about how they skip breaks and live on-call to get the job done for “the hustle” like this “hustle, become a millionaire by 30″ culture that’s dominated these kids, idk where tf that came from. Like why are you proud of being a wage slave, getting taken advantage of by your millionaire/billionaire overlords. Compare this to my mother’s generation (she’s a borderline Genius X’er, she and her best friend were a year too young to watch Grease when it came out and had a random older woman buy tickets for her; she went to Prince concerts, took photos of him, then sold the photos on buttons at school, that’s her culture and teenage experience), where she’s insistent on her rights and entitlements as an employee, and these things she instilled me: “whatchu mean they didn’t schedule a break for you and you’re working 12 hrs today? oh no, you’re off, don’t answer your phone cuz you are NOT available!” There are Gen X’ers who entered the workforce at a time that America was drifting toward this corporate world, with more strictly defined regulations, roles, and understandings of labor rights (and also, let’s talk about how the 80s there was so much more attention on workplace harassment, misogyny and gender divides in wage gaps, etc. etc... not that much has changed, but at least it was talked about!). There are young people today who are taken advantage of because they aren’t as informed or don’t feel as secure and valuable enough to claim what belongs to them.

At the same time, those generations (Gen X and older) have a different viewpoint of hierarchies in the workplace and respect irt our direct supervisors. That’s how you get this blurring of boundaries between Work Life and one’s Personal Life that leads to common tropes in media written by their generations, where oh no! I’m having my boss over for dinner and the roast beef is still defrosting :O is such a “relatable thing” for them... meanwhile us younger generations are like I don’t even like that you know where I live, and if I see your 2017 Honda Civic pass my place one day, we’re going to have a problem. I think older generations have a different relationship with the word “Respect” than we do. Like, my grandma, who’s turning 87 (?) this year, and the other seniors in my area, they have a different concept of honor and an expectation of professional boundaries that I, and my mom and her generation, just don’t see (so then there’s something in common with Gen X’ers and the rest of us.) My dad grew up in a world where talking and acting like George Bailey and knocking on someone’s door with a big smile could get you a job, a job that could pay for college and rent no problem. My mom grew up in a world that demanded more prestige, where cover letters and references could get you into some cushy jobs if you’re persistent and ballsy enough. And I grew up in a world where potential employers literally don’t see your face when you apply unless they lurk on any social media profiles you have publicly available and they hold all the cards, and you need all those CVs and reference letters just to make minimum wage... so I feel like I am powerless in the face of such employers.

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startwithbrooklyn · 4 years ago

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THE GREAT ND REWATCH OF 2021 / SEPTEMBER 28-29, 2019 // the bonny scot

posting this a day later than normal because this is one of the rare episodes that shows a passage of time from one day to the next yayy love that for them

-wonder what filming these beginning sexy scenes is like for them in real life

-sooooo can lucy see nancys sexy dream? is she judging? does this mean she likes nancy with owen or nick more? or is she trying to tell nancy that her sex dreams are irrelevant to the mystery at hand and she needs to focus?

-seeing people in the ✨prison chair✨: gomber, carson, karen (voting for josh s3 just saying)

-completely ignores carson's question about herself typical nance

-"or maybe i did stumble across a knife" its like hes trying to make the case against him look plausible while attempting to maintain innocence. this is a slippery slope for carson to try and encourage her to keep her pacified + hide the truth while also trying to keep her from getting involved bc hudsons

-"genetics gets you in the door" aaaaand then she walks in to everetts office to meet him and crashes their family dinner

-ok who tf is dawn and why is she in charge here

-this guidance counselor of nicks is my favorite person

-"i admire your allergy to pleasantries" bess and nancy both have reveals to big families but nancy does not have the graceful, accepting reveal to her rich family like bess does at this lunch. nancys reveal is messy, cold, bloodstained and sticky-fingered, not nice in any way whatsoever. and this little chat with everett (bit of a parallel to lucy's) just highlights how nancy is always bad at bargaining with her grandparents*- always trying to fight on their level but giving up her equal hand bc she doesnt know how to hide it when they bring up something she doesnt know. like confronting celia at the masque: she was so confident with her theory and what she knew, but then we got a "what does that mean?" like. the instant you say that, you lose. and she walked right into the "yes i do have someone, hes in jail" 🤦🏼‍♀️ even in the car with ryan at the end of s1, he literally just fucking leaves her there. like 🤷🏼‍♀️ what did u think was gonna happen sis?? for all she can predict how past things lead to present circumstances shes fucking awful at seeing the direct future *(grandparents except for patrice bc her dementia makes her inaccessable)

-lmaooooo this awko ass portrait...i get the empty space is for nance but who on earth thought this was a good pic??

-LISBETH 🥺💙

-"will u help the claw for me?" george struggles financially to keep her livelihood while nancy is somehow shown as being taken care of even when her parent is incarcerated; both nancy and george live in single parent homes now with mention of both medical debt and george being breadwinner yet nancy has no struggles while george does. (i wonder if ryan had been able to help george here how the story would have changed)

-"when it comes to following people around without their knowledge or consent i am somewhat of a repeat offender" 😂😂😂

-"he wasnt endgame after all" BESS lmaoooo

-"...okay." lmaoooo i fuckin love owen

-i was hoping the girls' faces would be more shocked like with a glance to owen but they just....werent

-"we're the good guys" <---- this statement is soooo interesting in terms of how they structure the show and how the characters see themselves (its an interesting contrast with the more definitive good vs evil with things that are both clearly good and clearly evil but theres also a lot of moral grey area here, the show is kinda swamped in it. are nancy and crew the good guys? are they the bad guys in someone else's story? concerns.)

-"i'd call it more than just stuff" like why did u concede that??? and then the shit about oof that didnt sound like a compliment lmaoooooo why does she suck at arguing?? she and owen wouldnt work long term bc theyre so similar (as mentioned later on)

-i LOVE george slowly falling in love with nick here- hence how upset she gets when nick bails on her for nancy later (which is totally justified!!!)

-i am LIVING for the little nod this driver guy gives bess when she turns back around all nervous 😂

-"i do like buying things" i would so say that too tbh

-"you'd have plenty to talk about" LMFAOOOOOOO SHE KNOWS "marvins dont marry drivers" so diana is totally fine with the gay its just the poor she has a problem with 😂💙fuckin love that

-love how nancy just casually ruins everything for nick/george lmaooo

-"i have seen you at your best, nancy, and there is nothing like it." 🥴😳 i love this still-in-love look nancy gives him thats so strong he had to change the subject

-so is haunting time 11 pm? from that clock of bashiir's?

-how do NO neighbors notice this fucking water and shit

-these are TOTALLY AWFUL fake screams from the bonny scot crew 😭

-"i know well enough not to get involved when he's in play" both carson and ryan avoid engaging with everett even though nancy is willing to do so armed with less info and more balls/ but "could i trust him" and ryan says yes lmaooooo NO honey + that makes ryan 0/2 for helping the girls when they ask this ep

-"find a project of your own" and he does, with his youth center 🙏🏻💙 what s2 foreshadowing!

-"god i wish i still drank" 😂😂😂

-"she is darling." 💙👌🏻

-okay wtf is mirror bay??

-i really wonder about the extent of celia x sebastians relationship here. did she truly care about him or was it just secret and exciting sex? also would love more hints of diana vs celia moments like these. celia doesnt even look upset. i mean shes had time to deal but like wtf. and who exactly is sebastian to diana? not her husband? like damn what if he was. somehow i doubt she'd talk about him diddling celia if diana was disrespected also

-i wonder if celia being so invested in dna testing nancy was bc everrett dna tested ryan to make sure he was his bc of sebastian / other men (which would be totally valid on his part!! but wouldnt it be funny as fuck if ryan wasnt his 😂)

-what a neat hiding place in this frame lmaooo who put that in for them tho? like how do u go about ordering that

-"you certainly are your fathers daughter" this quote is doubly ironic and foreshadowy bc theyre referencing carson here as being a useful hudson attaché but nancy is playing everett just like ryan played celia about putting his house up (but TRIPLY ironic bc carson pulls off the long con of hiding nancy from the hudsons right under their noses this whole time!) the one time nancy is successful against them

-that bess/lisbeth look while lisbeth does something badass (+diana reassessing now that lisbeth has been revealed to be useful)

-"almost as fun as a real fight" why do i believe him? lmaoooo a bit weird that he would enjoy a fight w a partner, but i also think this is an acknowledgement of nancy being an "opponent" who exists at his level. but i also love the "let me take you out" as a direct mirror of her relationship with nick, where she avoids the public acknowledgment/"going out" but prefers the more subtle/hidden arrangements of staying in. but as shown with later eps, owen is way more capable of meeting nancy where shes at, which is so important to her + the only way of getting close to nancy. (the only foil is ace who somehow is able to do both)

-"not always about a guy" <---- this could have been such a powerful statement if the show had thought having nancy end up alone/choose herself instead of pitting her between love interests (nick, owen, gil, even potentially ace, in only 2 seasons) was a more worthy stance to take ; as an aro/ace person i cant tell you how much i would kill to see just one female protag choose herself over a man. and its more realistic to end up alone than have a happy ending anyway, for all that these shows try to be as "real" and gritty grimdark as possible

-"is that what you want?" this is an interesting question to his mother- like maybe he senses her unhappiness? combined with his issues with his father- still trying to look out for his mom? either way it's sweet. (it could also potentially work as foreshadowing of something happening to her, but i think that was played with but then diverted when it was revealed who really killed her) "i think its time i steer this ship" still kind of patriarchal tho. i get that its him coming into his own as a dad technically but still. i also like how he calls her "mother" and not mom

-love that old white people thumbs up at george asking about his clams 👍🏻

-okay fuck dawn tho lmfaoooo

-"stressful dinner huh?" 😂 i fucking love lisbeth so much why didnt they bring her back (wouldnt it be Fucking Hilarious if they brought lisbeth back to bounce bess on her expired visa since the marvins kicked her out and didnt fix it lmaoooooo)

-BESS IS A TOP lmaooooooo i fuckin knew it

-nick says "you can pay me back" wonder if thats gonna come back in s3 considering their "marital problems" (also, those bonds are sosus lmfaoooo if any single person cashing those was looked at sideways they'd confess in 2 seconds that some random guy is handing out bearer bonds they dont even make anymore with absolutely zero proof as to how he got them)

-"you wanna finish what you started?" 👀 (dont mind if i do)

-"i need my dad back" parallels s2 when she asks him to come home

-parent politics: "you are taking your life in your hands / no, i'm putting it in yours" vs "i know well enough not to get involved when hes in play" both carson and ryan try to dissuade nancy from pursuing her pulling this con on everett but go about it different ways: carson is wildly concerned with nancys physical wellbeing but ryan appears to be leaning more towards weighing the odds for her/ like a "you cant win so cut your losses/dont try" scenario which interestingly might have more weight with nancy; its easy for her to brush aside carson's worrying like second nature but nancy has been established to be a determined winner, and ryan speaks to her here like shes a beginners luck prodigy at a blackjack table by encouraging her to keep her record clean by not dealing in this next round. of course she herself admits shes incapable of not dealing in ie "you know me better than that" but i have lots more thoughts on how effective ryans approaches to nancy can be sometimes (saving for the reveal ep 🙏🏻)

-wonder what all carson knows about the hudsons? + that look on his face when he hangs up... wonder if he was just lying to her about knowing anything or just ashamed at having to admit bad things hes done for them

-love nick & bashiir waiting together 🙏🏻💙+ nicks very strong and pointed "good night" as a means of ending his convo w nancy on his terms (gotta reinforce those boundaries man!)

and lastly

-celia + that gossip girl moment when she just throws the whole phone away 😂(wonder if she was just talking to "gus" or whoever that guy was. keep forgetting the bobbseys' dad is in prison too, wonder if he'll feature in s3)

#brooklyn's ND primer #nancy drew cw #the Great Rewatch of 2021 #you best start believing in ghost stories miss drew - you're in one

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sorashiro001 · 5 years ago

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BlueShift's Stream from Other Side of The Screen

POV you are a bored Twitch streamer and decided to scroll through your recommendation stream page on Twitch.

A Freemanverse Casual-Competitive Gaming AU Oneshot.

You are bored. Not much of your favourite streamers were going live in Twitch and you need your daily entertainment. Sleeping is futile, so you decided to check on your recommendation list. One of the recommended streams caught your eyes immediately with their title.

Day 1 of attempting to stream peacefully (VetExpert asleep, STFU)

BlueShift (5k viewers)

You remembered BlueShift, he was one of the top 20 AWPer in CSGO and one of the top pro players in NA Region. He then retired from the game to become a streamer after getting benched and replaced by his old teammate but quickly getting another attention when he showed up again in the pro-league scene, this time in R6S. Many of his fans weren't happy with his decision to ditch his old stage, but it was a refreshing starting point for some of his older fans.

Another name in the title also one of the reasons the stream caught your eyes.

VetExpert? That name echoed through your memories, reopening some of them. You remembered how enthusiastic your gaming friends were when you asked them about that name. Apparently, the username belongs to a prodigy at FPS games, from the first Counter-Strike and Call of Duty franchise to their latest ones, pulling out one-tap shots and out-of-box strats. The man also rumoured to be a genius in his academic days, getting his PhD at a very young age in MIT, yet you're confused why he threw his potential away and turned into a pro player instead.

You quickly shook those thoughts out and clicked on the stream, oblivious to the chaos awaiting behind the screen.

"Dagnabit, their Ash is blind as hell." The familiar southern accented voice filled your ears as you watched the man, currently playing as Smoke, throwing his gas canisters to Bank Garage in Basement and watched as the yellow toxic gas filling up the area widely. Seconds later, Blue got three confirmed kills with his gas. "Poor whoever those two followin' that dumbass."

You could hear a crackling noise from the game's voice chat, this time it's from his squadmate; Hawkeye01.BMesa. "TOUCH THE FINAL TWO AND YOU ALL DEAD TO ME!!!"

Damn, he's one loudmouth fella-

And just like that, 4th round finally ended with the final two headshot kills and the game ended in Blue's team victory. You caught a glimpse of the last killcam and stared in awe as Hawk obliterated those last two attackers with Vigil's double-barrel BOSG shotgun in just two headshots. The voice chat erupted in cheers of disbelief or simply laughed along, while Blue chuckled in amusement and Hawk grunted in satisfaction. In the end, Hawk's Vigil stood up in the middle of his team victory screen as the MVP. Blue flashed the scoreboard, and you felt your jaw dropped.

Hawkeye01.BMesa got 17 kills and 0 death, followed by BlueShift.BMesa 3 kills and a single death.

This man got at least 2 aces in the match.

Holy shit, what kind of monster is Hawk-

Even before you finished your thought, a medium brunette-haired man barged into Blue's room and quickly threw himself into the streamer, knocking him out from the chair and let out a pained groan. The screen then shifted from the game's home screen to a full view of his room. The room's size isn't too big nor small, a Black Mesa esports jersey is hanged on the wall right behind him along with posters of his old CSGO team members and a single bed with a blue-orange sheet cover. On top of it, however, you could see another brunette, this time with short messy hair, was sleeping peacefully while wrapping his body in a puffy orange lambda-symbol blanket despite the chaos happening in there. A pair of black square-framed glasses sat on the nightstand beside the bed. You guessed he's VetExpert from the stream title alone.

"Ross, I'm still streamin' here-" His panicky voice was interrupted by the brunette man's oddly-familiar hysterical laughter. The brunette man stood up tall and fixed his glasses' position, looming over the southern streamer while smirking, full of his ego.

"Who cares?! I beat your highest kills!!!" The man cackled out loud, his rattail-tied brunette hair swayed as he grabbed a beanbag chair and threw it on him. "You fuckers finally witness my fucking pure fragging skills, unlike those cowards at last time major."

What does this man mean by- oh.

He's talking about those 17 kills.

He's that fucker Hawkeye01.

You quickly check the stream chat and witnessing a chaotic clash between two sides. There are the ones that spamming PogChamp and Popcorn emoji, and the others spamming random copypastas to "Ward off Ross' shitshow", while you and (maybe) a handful of people could only type "???" on it. There even Bits spams and multiple donation notifs with its TTS mostly consisting from "Ross get the fuck out, I'm playing Minecraft!" to "GORDOS YOUR BOYFRIEND GOT ATTACKED BY A FUCKING FIEND WAKE UP!"

...Wait, who's Gordos?

As if on cue, the short brunette haired man sat upright, rubbing his eyes while yawning widely, and effectively stop the current chaos somehow. Those two froze in their place, eyes staring at the short-haired brunette as he also staring back at them. The freshly-woke up Vet blinked twice before signing something, he points at them and formed his hand to make ASL fingerspelling of O and K with added confused expression. Both men went silent for a moment, then nodded in sync. It seemed to please the sleepy man because he went back to burying himself again inside his puffy blanket. The room went deadly silent, only sound of Blue's CPU fan could be heard.

You thought it was over, but you were wrong. Badly wrong.

From the background, you heard a loud fire alarm noise accompanied by panic screeching and angry screaming, sending both men scrambling out from the room. Between those muffled panic screams from outside the room, you saw another brunette, this time he's way bigger than other brunette men, busting down the door, grabbed Vet out from the bed with his blanket, then put him on his shoulder like a sack and ran out again. White-grayish smokes slowly seeping in through the door and filling the bedroom, successfully getting on your nerve. You quickly opened the chat again and found another two separate sides, this time in betting who's the one cooking and causing the fire (most of the name in the bets were either Dean and Antoine-whoever, you didn't know about them much) and some of them mentioned that they'd called the team's "Administrator" (or as the chat typed; @min. that's one strange username, you thought). As the smoke was getting thicker, you decided to spent your own Bits for the TTS to gain the chaotic chat's attention.

[privatepolar] is giving Bits x500: "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON SOMEONE PLEASE EXPLAIN PLEASE???"

The chat slowly sent fewer messages after that TTS message, saved for the bets and small amount of copypastas, but somehow it raised a red flag inside your brain.

What comes next almost short-circuited your brain cells.

[OwOGamer] is giving Bits x10: "Bet u r a newcomer to this stream. Don't worry dis 1 is milder."

WHAT DO THEY MEAN BY "MILDER"?! THIS ISN'T A SERIOUS THING FOR THEM???

[helpmeimdying] is giving Bits x50: "Yo should we tell them about how gordos obliterated ross with a crowbar?"

WAIT, WHAT THE FUCK?! ISN'T THAT SUPPOSED TO BE ILLEGAL??

[Ashe.R6] is giving Bits x100: "nah lets go with wayne chase tf out of dean for cussing in front of joshie (1/2)"

Oh, this one isn't sound too bad- wait why it's got split into two parts-

[Ashe.R6] is giving Bits x100: "then john tackled wayne to ground along w/ barney and antoine sandwiched them all (2/2)"

...You could feel your sanity slowly draining out the longer you listen to Bits TTS' robotic voice as if to mock you for being the only sane one here. You silently begging to whatever the ones that took your sanity away for a peaceful death.

The last thing you heard in the background was a sound of the fire department's siren as the stream came to a sudden stop.

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The next day, you subscribed to his Twitch channel.

Screw your sanity, you wanted to see more of the mayhem behind BlueShift's stream.

You lightly chuckled to yourself.

You've become the very thing you'd feared, and you don't regret it at all.

#gordon freemanverse #freemanverse comp-cas au #barney calhoun #gordon freeman #freeman's mind #with gorgeous freeman cameo #half life au #half life

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johnisthewarlus · 5 years ago

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humping on a cornflake part 11

mark: the plan worked. the trackers are installed.

john: wow wat a journey. we destroyed evil :D... and lost a friend :(... shite. wen we arrive at the hotel, news people are swarming the place. 10 mics are shoved in my face (and one up my ahole, but that was Paul’s dck). “jon wheri have you guyz been” “jahn r u all ok” so many questions are asked. but then one little boy reporting for his school newspaper asks “joan weri is brian?” pal busts down crying and then the three of us join in. “he’s dead” pau screams. i hold rinchy in front of us like a wooden plank and shove everyone out of the way until we get to our hotel room. once we’re in the room, we change into pajamas and get into our beds. pol is still crying, so i hug him against my bear chest. i don’t mean bare chest, i mean i’m wearing a bear onesie. his tears get all over the fur. “jonny i wanna see bri again” he whimpers. “i know, i know” i whisper soothingly “we’ll get some LSD soon enough.” that calms him down, so i lick his face and he licks mine and then we go into full on camila cabello shawn mendez kissing mode. out of the corner of my eye, i see rinky standing over us watching. “go away” i say. he hisses and goes back into his bed. then we sex.

ringo: geo’s stomach is harder than steel. “we should trying cutting into you with diamond hehe” i flirt. “wtf” he says. we stare at each other in awkward silence. i chuckle awkwardly. “wanna suck my dck” i ask. he nods and zips under the sheets. a few minutes later, that’s done and jon and pal are done so we all get up. then we realize we have to get a new manager. “wat do we do” i ask. “we need to find a new manager” says joan. “how do we do that” joj asks. just then, the beatlemobile crashes thru the window and skids to a stop. “wtf we have to pay for that!” jahn yells. “shut up and get in” says the beatlemobile. we all shuffle in, me and georhe in the back and jorn and pau in the front. “why are we in here” jorge asks. “pull my shift stick” the beatlesmobile says. jon does it. then the car moans. “haha just kidding” she says “you just turned on new manager mode.” “wtf is that” jahn asks “and since when do we hav a new manager mode?” the car explains “bernie gave me some LSD so i visited bri and he put the mode in. now i can take you to my calculated best fits.” “how long will that take” i ask. “in turbo mode, not very long” she replies. “wha-“ and then the beatlemobile zooms off at the highest speed ever. the first stop we arrive in is antarctica.

george: “who tf lives in antarctica” i exclaim. the doors open and this random dude greets us. “welcome to the arctic city” he says in a eerily calming voice. we follow him thru the snow until we reach giant gates that lead to a giant city. “wtf why is no one talking about this” i ask. “they’re too busy writing about us” ring says and then dabs. i scowl at the dab and stab him. he pulls the dagger out of his back and slits my throat. i throw the dagger away and we chuckle. #justcoupletings. the dude brings us to a house wheri a man in all white greets us. “they call me the silent leopard” he says in a deep voice. we all look at each other uneasily. then he whips off his shades and says “haha just messing with you, my names jackie chan.” we all laugh and shake his hand. “we’d love to have you on board jackie” pau says “wat are your koalafacations?” “i’m a good stuntman and actor and no one knows but i actually make counterfeit coins in my free time” jackie tells us. “that’s cool but wat does it have to do with music” joan asks. “music? i thought i was auditioning for the role of shrek” jackie says. “oh” i say “we should probably move on then... whire’s the beatlemobile?” once again, it comes crashing thru the wall. we all yell wtf and jackie flips is off as we fly away bc we just destroyed his house.

paul: we arrive at our next location, witch is somewhere in australia. a man greets us when the doors open but he’s upside down. “welcome to the land down unda mate” he says. “let’s get tf out of here” i say. we all get back in the beatlemobile and it frantically flies away. “sorry” it says. “it’s okay, you didn’t mean to” i tell it. we fly again and finally arrive in venus. wat? of corse i don’t mean venice, i mean venus. the beatlemobile gives us space suits and we step out. we’re too fab to be crushed by the gravity. we walk across the lonely land till we get to a shack. “is it yoko again?” i ask. the beatlemobile nods. “beatlemobile that’s my wife” jon says “you can’t sleep with your manager.” “you did with bri” the beatlemobile says. joan looks around and makes us all get back in the car. we sit in awkward silence till we arrive at the next location. new york, new york. so nice, they named it once. wait no that’s not how the phrase goes. anyway, we walk into grand central, wheri a tall figure appears before us. “hi i’m george” the man says. “no i’m george” joj says. “i’m also george tho” the man says “i’m george martin.” “wat are your qualifications” i ask. “i do music” george martin says. “you’re hired” i say, smiling. we shake hands.

mark: the units are ready at grand central. they’re closing in.

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kara-dolan · 6 years ago

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Coachella -Day 1 ~Part 1~

A/N ~ hola it be a while since i have posted but whats up hahaha i am so so sorry ive had writers block and ms. vivi aka @notanotherdolantwinsblog was moving during the time she agreed to help with this so once both of our lives calm tf down things will return to normal scheduling.

Word Count~ 4,309

Warnings ~ Soft feels, Fluff, Fun, Flirting?, Possible use of cannabis aka weed

Summary~ Fun and music festivals with your best friend? What could possibly happen? Oh right running into anyone and everyone you adore looking absolutely devin with sweaty bodies touching and bass booming under your feet. But what adventures are to come when Y/N and Viviana come face to face with Coachella ?

“Viviana I can’t believe you actually got tickets for Coachella. I can’t believe the house you got for Coachella weekend. I can’t believe that we are here!” I say excitedly gripping her arm.

“Bitch, I can’t believe that we might run into the Dolan Twins!” she says to me smiling.

“Okay yes that is a huge plus but, Day 1 will be the most exciting especially since it’s the first time we’ll be going!” I say releasing her walking up to the house.

She shook her head at me and opened the door revealing the Greek interior architecture. I walk in setting my hand bag on the ground taking everything in.

“Holy shi- is this real life right now?” I questioned looking up and spinning around to view everything.

“If you think this is amazing just wait till you see the backyard and bedrooms, not to mention the bathrooms.” Viviana says.

I looked at her and smiled then found my way to the stairs that spiraled up to the bedroom I was staying in. It was completely white with a sliding door that led out to the balcony that overlooked the backyard. Below me I saw the pool that had a huge baby blue clam bed next to the pool with a pearl shaped pillow that was silver and sparkled in the sun.

“V, I am never leaving.” I say looking away from the pool and up at the view of trees and mountains that were decorated by the sun’s beautiful rays and wind causing them to sway.

“Okay, sure, you say that every time you visit a new place. Watch once we get to Coachella you’ll never want to leave there either. Speaking of which, we have to get unpacked and set up for tomorrow after that we can get pizza and just chill.” Viviana says walking out onto the balcony.

“Ha. Yeah, I fall in love with places too easily. But, have you seen the view and the trees? It’s so beautiful. We should camp outside tonight and just watch the stars.” I say leaning against the railing watching the beautiful scenery.

“You’re fucking crazy. There’s bugs and animals. No way in hell am I sleeping out here, especially the day before Coachella starts. I am not getting dirt in my pores and you shouldn’t either,” she says stepping away to go back inside.

I sigh and look down pushing myself off the railing and going inside to unpack.

It took about an hour to get everything unpacked an organized, I had brought makeup and wigs, so I didn’t have to dye my Y/H/C hair and damage it. I also brought any and all facial cleansers because we were going to be in the desert for 3 days. I had hung all 3 outfits up in the closet and folded extra clothes I brought because no way in hell was I not going to shower and be forced to wear glitter covered outfits for the week that we were going to be staying at the house. Y/F/N and I had gotten walkie talkies set up on a private channel to find each other if we got lost and 3 cases of water so we could take 5 bottles of water with us for each day. After everything was unpacked and organized I made my way down the spiraling stairs and through the living room and into the kitchen where V was sitting at the island scrolling through her phone.

“Hey, you order the pizza yet?” I asked going to the fridge to get a water.

“No, I was waiting on you. I did see some updates on Twitter though, involving the twins and well, the drama is crazy.” she yawned out.

“When is it not though? Like honestly people need to leave them alone. But let’s not get into it. I’ll order a pepperoni and Hawaiian pizza and set up a movie.” I say after taking a drink of water.

“Sounds good. I’m getting blankets and pillows to fort up the living area.” She yelled to me running upstairs.

I smile and pull my phone out of my pocket and order the pizzas.

After the pizza arrived, we watched a random movie as we ate in the fort. Halfway through the movie and one pizza gone we fell asleep surrounded by pillows and blankets. The next thing I knew my phone was going off at 6 am which resulted in Viviana hitting me in the face with a pillow followed by groaning which signaled me to turn it off. I grabbed my phone and stopped the alarm. I made my way to my room and changed into some shorts and a loose tank and pulled on running shoes. I quietly made my way out of the house and into the woods near the park for a morning run.

I found myself at an overlook. The view was impeccable with the sun rising and colors blending together, putting me in a trance. The trance was broken when I notice movement below, a tall broad figure jogging through the hiking trail. The figure belonged to a man, as the sun rose more his golden shoulders glistened with sweat, his hair flopping with each step. It was like the trance from the sunrise was transferred to him. I couldn’t stop watching him until he disappeared deeper into the trail.

“What the hell was that?” I asked myself. I shook it off and ran back towards the house. By time I got back it was 7 am and I was drenched in sweat. I took a shower once I got back. After my shower, I put on my first Coachella outfit. I was wearing a white tank top with strings that tied in front of my chest with high waisted black shorts and a hunter green jacket. I put on black ankle boots and accessorized with a necklace that reached my waist.

Once I was dressed I applied my makeup, natural smokey eye and maroon lips. I put on my pink Ombre white high pony wig and grecian leaf new forehead crown. I went to the kitchen and saw Viviana wearing a black crop top with maroon jean shorts and black knee-high boots that had fishnets underneath. Her hair was loosely curled draping around her shoulders, she had dark smokey eye and a light pink lip.

“Okay, V. I see you.” I squeal out and she looks at me and laughs.

“Stop… we have to get going soon if we want to make it on time.”

“Okay. Okay. I am so ready to see Kyle perform today. Oh my gosh and The Neighborhood, St. Vincent, SZA, and The Weeknd. Just today is going to be crazy.” I say while packing up our bags for Day 1.

“For sure, not to mention how many social media stars and celebrities we will be seeing there.” V says taking her bag. I nod.

“We should get breakfast on the way there. I mean it is only 9 am. Coachella gates don’t open till 11.”

“You just want to go to an acai bowl place to see if you can run into Grayson” She teased.

I rolled my eyes and smiled.

“Maybe it’s a little true but if we run into Grayson we also run into Ethan…” I wink and nudge her. She laughs and grabs her car keys.

“Fine, you win. Using my love for Ethan against me. That isn’t fair.”

I scrunch my nose at her and smile. After our playful teasing ended we headed out and went to the closest acai place. Once we arrived we saw girls squealing and crying. I looked over at Viviana and raised my eyebrow while smiling.

“No. We are getting the acai bowls and going.” She scolded me.

“Ugh, fine. I won’t go and ask them if they are acting like that ‘cause of the twins. Mainly ‘cause I already know they were here… thank you, Instagram… but fine let’s get the bowls and go.” I replied rolling my eyes.

“You’re entirely something else. In a good way.” She reassured me.

“Thanks, I guess.” I say while laughing.

We were waiting in line to get the acai bowls when I realized everyone was staring at us.

“Well this isn’t awkward or anything.” I mumbled out.

“What?” she questioned.

“We are the only ones dressed like this here. Seriously, everyone is wearing normal clothes. We need to hurry up and get the hell out of here.” I say looking around getting uncomfortable.

“Why? We look hot. Stop trying to cover up. Let them stare it shows them what they can’t have.” She says making me loosen my grip on my jacket and letting it slip down my arms. “Okay. I got this. We got this.” I say smiling and nodding.

We got our acai bowls and left. We were about 5 mins away from Coachella grounds and we had finished our acai bowls. Now we were just blasting music and getting hype as we got closer to the festival. We pulled into the most available parking spot. Once V put the car in park I got out throwing my bag over my shoulder and adjusting my VIP wristbands.

“I can’t believe were actually here...” I say shutting the car door.

“Neither can I. Now let’s go before we miss any performances!” She shouts while pulling my arms and entire body towards the entrance.

“Okay! Okay! I can walk on my own!” I laugh out.

“I know just hurry the hell up!” she shrieked out and took off running. I shook my head and ran after her, I finally caught up at the entrance because we had to scan our wristbands.

We were finally inside, I grabbed at V tapping her like crazy.

“Look, Look, We’re here. Oh my gosh we’re here” I screamed out.

We ran to the Sahara stage until it was time to head to the main stage. When we reached the main stage Los Angeles Azules were performing and we saw Bryant recording some of the performance on his phone. I look over at V who was already looking at me. We walked closer to Bryant but not close enough for him to notice, we stood there enjoying the performance.

“We literally just saw the Yodeling Walmart Boy perform with Whethan and now we see Bryant right here. What is happening?” I whisper to Viviana. She laughed.

“Life. Life is happening and giving us this amazing opportunity.” She whispered back. “Opportunities?” I question at the last minute when she bumped into me causing me to stumble back only to be caught by someone.

“Oh my gosh I am so sorry. My fri-” I stopped once I saw who caught me.

“It’s fine.” He said chuckling. I stood up.

“Sorry, again. Thank you for catching me though.”

I turn my neck to glare at V who was smirking.

“No problem. Not everyday I get to catch a beautiful girl from falling.” He flirted which made me look back to him.

“I think I did fall though… Umm… sorry. Bad attempt and now I am making a bigger fool of myself. Bye.” I say nervously while laughing a bit while turning to walk away.

He grabbed my right hand with his left spinning me around.

“You aren’t making a fool of yourself. I’m Grayson.” He smiled down at me.

“I know, but I’m Y/N and the person behind me is my best friend Viviana.” I say looking up at him through my lashes.

He smiled down at me and I looked away and as soon as I did Bryant came over

“Hey Gray we should go find E and get more photos.”

“For sure. Y/N want to come?” he asked me. I looked at him bewildered.

“You mean like go with you and Bryant to find Ethan?” I questioned. He smiled and nodded “That’s the general idea. You can even bring um... V- Vivi-”

“Viviana.” She interrupted him. “We would love to go with you. Right Y/N?” she nudged me “Oh yeah. Totally, for sure.” I mumbled out.

“Great. Yo, Bry, Y/N and Viviana are going to come with.” He shouted towards Bryant.

Bryant smiled and nodded, we all began walking away from the main stage to find Ethan. We found him by the food trucks drooling over the acai bowls.

“Ethan!” Grayson called out to him pulling his attention from the trucks. He ran over to join us “Yo Gray. Who’s this?” he asked.

“I’m Y/N. Just met Grayson when my friend Viviana “accidently” bumped into me and Grayson caught me” I said smiling a bit while air quoting.

“Oh cool. I’m Ethan.”

“This is Viviana or V. By the way.” I say pulling Viviana’s’ arm.

“Oh. Hi” she waved shyly. I heard everyone near the main stage start chanting Really, Really, Really, Yeah,

“V, we got to go. Kyle is performing now!” I grab at her arm. “Sorry guys. Just been waiting all day to see him.” I yell over my shoulder as we run to the main stage.

We reached the main stage finally.

“Y/N are you stupid you just left Ethan and Grayson. We aren’t going to ever see them again.”

“I wouldn’t be too sure about that. Grayson loves SuperDuperKyle.” Ethan whispered between us which made me jump.

“E you can’t just scare them like that.” Grayson said coming from behind me smiling. I laughed and rolled my eyes.

“Glad you guys could join us” I smiled at him and started jumping and chanting with the rest of the crowd.

“Don’t Wanna Fall in Love” played and I looked at Gray and smiled.

“Yo, you gonna show us some moves, possibly the same ones from the warehouse?” I asked him.

“I remember that I gave him so much shit about it.” Ethan said laughing. I rolled my eyes.

“You did great. Just ignore him.” I looked at him placing my hand on his shoulder.

He grabbed my hand and spun me around in front of him, he gripped my waist and rested his chin on top of my head. We swayed to the rest of the set until iSpy came on and we had to move to avoid a mosh pit. We gave up on finding a new spot, so Grayson offered to go get ice cream for us, I decided to wait with Ethan and Viviana. I was listening to V and E talk about which bands they were excited to see, I left them alone to talk and headed over to the food trucks to see if Grayson needed help. When I saw him, he was talking to a girl.

“Hey, I know you from YouTube. I love your videos and they’re super inspiring.” She said to him awkwardly laughing a little.

“Really? Thank you so much that means a lot.” He replied to her smiling, “Want anything?” He asked her pointing to the menu.

“Oh my god no. Of course not. Thank you” She said sweetly.

“Oh okay.” He said, and she gave him a hug which he returned.

“See you around” he said.

“Yeah see ya” she called out as she walked off.

I walked over to him and smiled at him.

“Hey, why are you looking at me like that?” He asked.

“Okay, it’s kind of weird…but, I like seeing how you interact with fans.” I explained.

“It’s an amazing experience I appreciate you guys. If I can make you guys happy even just taking a picture or talking to you it is completely worth it.” He says while paying for the ice cream. “Grayson, you literally just looking at us is enough to make us happy” I giggled out. He laughed and handed me the ice cream he got for me

“It’s kind of shocking to hear that. Not entirely used to this still.” I smiled at him.

“I mean majority of your fan base is female which you should know from tour. You’re attractive and athletic and you have a great personality at least from what I can tell from your videos and well now that I’ve met you and hung out with you. I honestly can’t believe that I am here… That I even got to meet you…” I say staring up at him losing my words.

“Yeah… I don’t meet a lot of people who are quite like you though.” He finished looking down at me. I laughed breaking the gaze.

“I bet. Not a lot of girls would walk away from you to go and enjoy a music performance like 4 minutes after meeting you” he grabbed my hand as we walked back over to Ethan and Viviana. “You’re not going to do that, again right?” He asked.

“Hmmmm… I don’t know. If I do what are you going to do about it?” I ask cocking my eyebrow while smiling.

“Guess I have to stay close then.” He let go of my hand and draped his arm carefully around my neck pulling me closer towards him and I wrapped my arm around his waist.

“Yo, Gray. Where we headed now?” Ethan asked him taking note on how close me and Grayson were.

“I don’t know. Where to now, Y/N?” he inquired.

“I kind of want and need to see The Neighborhood.” I say looking up to Grayson licking the ice cream from the cone.

“Alright, The Neighborhood it is. Let’s go.”

We walked back over to the mainstage where Kyle was performing, and The Neighborhood was now setting up. Bryant met back up with us from taking photos of other YouTubers that were here.

One of the first songs they played was Scary Love which I adored and sang along with every word. Grayson just watched me the entire time and spun me around a couple times. Ethan and Viviana were exchanging numbers which made me think about giving Grayson mine. He noticed my dancing falter and pulled me into him. I stumbled into his chest in which he took the opportunity to hug my waist as I collected myself.

“You okay?” He asked me. I nodded.

“Yeah, why do you ask?” I retorted reaching my arms around his neck. He chuckled.

“No reason…”

I pulled away from him when I heard Daddy Issues come on.

“Hey, Grayson can I borrow y/n for a minute?” V asked pulling my hand. He nodded, and I stumbled trying to keep up with her as she dragged me away

“What is going on?” I questioned her.

“Okay so Ethan and I were talking, and I somehow talked him into coming back to the house later tonight, but he wants to bring Grayson too. I was wondering if you could keep Grayson busy while I try to get closer to Ethan?” she pleaded.

“For sure. Like it’s honestly so weird how close we have gotten in just the past couple hours that we’ve been here, and we haven’t even had a ‘get to know you’ talk it is just a comfortable thing as if we’ve known each other for years. I wouldn’t necessarily call it keeping him busy though as much as just hanging out with him and getting to know him more.” I respond.

“Ahh yay! You’re the best.” She squealed while hugging me then running back to Ethan.

I smiled and rolled my eyes I looked around for a little before making my way back to Grayson, when I got closer to the main stage where The Neighborhood was performing Sweater Weather I noticed Grayson wasn’t there anymore and neither was V or E.

“Okay. Don’t really know what to do. I literally just saw V though.” I thought out loud.

“Yo make sure you get some of those cotton sticks!” I heard Ethan shout from behind me. I turned around so quick.

“Ethan what the hell are cotton sticks?” I yelled to him while laughing noticing the same girl who was talking to Gray earlier laugh.

“Cotton candy.” He said smiling like a 3-year-old getting called adorable.

“Okay then… Where’s Gray and V?” I asked him.

“Ryan met back up with us so Gray is with them by the disco ball trash can. I am on my way back to them. Come on.” He said nodding his head over towards where they all were.

“Ethan wait up!” the girl called after him in which he made a confused face.

“I’ll see you when you get over there.” I say walking away slowly just listening in on the conversation.

“What’s up...?” he asked.

“The sky, pfft… you’re the best youtubers who’ve lived on planet earth.” She said after a small awkward moment. “Oh, oops... That was cringe.”

At this point I was half way out of earshot.

“Are you enjoying ‘Chella’?” he questioned.

“Heck yeah. It’s awesome.”

I stopped listening when I saw Grayson adjusting the part of his ripped jean armband.

“Hey, there you guys are. Kind of wondered off for a while. Sorry.” I say which made Grayson look up from his armband.

“Hey. I was going to look for you, but V said you would find us.” He said pulling me into a hug. “Well okay then someone missed you.” Ethan chuckled wrapping his arm around Viviana’s waist.

“I mean can you blame me?” Gray asked.

“Oh my gosh. No. Stop. Both of you.” I say pulling away from Gray laughing.

“Oh, by the way this is Ryan. Ryan this is Y/N.” Ethan introduced us.

“Hey. I actually know who Ryan is. You guys have collabed before and it was fucking hilarious I loved it.” I blurt out.

“The amount that Y/N watches your old videos is crazy.” V interjected.

“Hey! They’re funny, leave me alone. You freaking binge watch them with me you have no room to talk.” I defended.

Grayson and Ethan laughed at us

“Oh yeah., you guys want to laugh? Cause I have things I can say that will make you cringe instantly.” A teasing smile played on my lips after I spoke those words. The twins exchanged a worried look.

“Here are your ‘Cotton sticks’ Ethan.” Bryant returned with at least 8 of them and his camera. “Bryant do you want some help with all of that?” I asked, and he nodded.

I took a couple of them and handed one to V.

“Cotton candy yum.” Grayson said taking a bite out of one that was in my hand from over my shoulder.

“Hey! If you wanted one you could have just asked.” I smiled at him holding one out for him to take.

“Nah, I like it when you hold it.” He licked his lips and grinned.

I was going to respond but Ethan came over and took 3 of them from me leaving the one Gray bit from.

“Well okay then…” I say as Grayson takes another bite. “Damn I might as well just hand feed the cotton candy to you” I joked.

“That’s a fantastic idea.” He said while smiling at me, I shook my head

“Are you serious?” I asked raising my eyebrow.

He nodded while grabbing a piece of cotton candy and holding it against my lips I shook my head no.

“I’m not eating that.” I laughed out

“Yes you are” He grinned now

“No… I’m really not. Grayson, I mean it. Oh my gosh stop.” I backed away from him while laughing.

I ran around our group as he chased me playfully, he ended up grabbing my waist from behind and spinning me around.

“Grayson!” I managed to yell out in the middle of my fits of giggles.

“What?” He asked putting me down, so I could face him. Once I turned around, my eyes immediately made contact with his and I was entranced. He wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me closer not breaking eye contact until he looked at my lips. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my lips gently against his while standing on my tippy toes. He placed his hands on my waist ho

lding me steady and kissed me back.

We were in our own little world, unbothered and carefree smiling into the kiss.

“Grayson!” Ethan screamed which made us break the kiss.

“What E?” He asked annoyed.

“You know we can’t do that. Not here. Fans might see.”

“He’s right Gray… Look me and Vivi will go and check out some more bands. We can meet back up during the Weeknd’s performance.” I say placing my hand on his shoulder.

“Come on bro.” Ethan said dragging Grayson away letting my hand slide down his arm.

Vi pulled me back to the main stage where Vince Staples was setting up to perform. We were having fun dancing around like no one was watching which they weren’t, after the set we went to use the bathrooms.

“What are we doing after we leave?” Vivi asked.

“Well I know for sure we are going to go home but maybe on the way stop for some In-N-Out.” I answered.

“In-N-Out sounds amazing.” I hear Grayson suddenly say from behind me as he wrapped his arms around my waist and resting his chin upon my shoulder.

“Grayson, we talked about this.” Ethan warned pulling him off of me.

“Right sorry E.”

“Okay so I guess you guys are coming with us after to get In-N-Out too?” I questioned. We all agreed to it after me and Vivi went to the bathroom and were walking back to the main stage to see SZA perform.

On the way back to the stage I tripped over my own feet and stumbled into a bleach blonde girl wearing a two piece purple bikini.

“Oh my gosh I am so so sorry-” I say going to help her up.

“Wait… you're Tana Mongeau-”

#dolan twins #ethan dolan x reader #grayson dolan x reader #fanfiction #grayson dolan #ethan dolan #y/n #tana mongeau #tana mongeau x reader #bryant eslava #Viviana #notanotherdolantwinsblog #coachella 2018 #i am so so sorry this is this late #smut will most def be in next chapter tho

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mariaaamaaarquez · 6 years ago

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the second one- where does this start?

okay okay so I guessss this is the part where I kind of have to talk about myself since honestly truly now that I think about it- not a lot of people know MY story.. its usually me asking to someone else what theirs is and why they are the person they are, but sometimes not even my closest best friends know, because they never asked? weird, I know lmao. buuuut okay where to start right? well I was born in Guatemala, September 21st 2001, for the ones who didn't know hahah aaaand I was a happy kid. always a happy kid. to keep the long story as short as possible, moms filed for a divorce, father said no. for my fifth birthday though, they both wanted to take me to Disneyland, in Cali. this meant that we had to get a tourist visa from Guatemala granting us permission to leave the country, which for those of you who don't know how that process works, its HARD. somehow we managed to get it, and a few weeks later I was celebrating my birthday in Disneyland. that was when my mom made the decision to run away from my dad. obviously telling this story now, I know we had family in Virginia. and being an immigrant traveling with your also immigrant daughter as you're already in the United States- not so hard. I woke up to my mom packing bags, she just told me to go back to sleep and that we were going to the beach later that day. I, listened to my mom, and proceeded to waking up basically in an airport. just like that my life had shifted. we flew into Virginia, and proceeded to living there, hiding for six months. hiding was tough. my father had even filed a missing child case basically saying I had been abducted. Amber Alert who, right? During my time there, I did start to notice money coming in, we would go shopping, and I would get random presents out of nowhere. AAAAnd thats where my stepdad comes in. Once again, to summarize, my (now stepdad) had been in contact with my mom ever since they were high school teenage sweethearts. when my mom split up with him, it was because he had decided to flee to the United States and stay as an illegal immigrant. that’s when she met my father and had me- talk about a cockblock. anyways I soon came to find out that all the money and presents coming in, were from him. he came to Virginia for Christmas, also took me to New York for the first time and I got to get hello kitty EVERYTHING inside that Toys R Us- and then we came back home to Virginia and I was completely in awe of how good this man was treating me and my mom- aaaandd thats when they dropped the bomb on me. We were moving to Seattle. shortly after making that decision, it was January of the year 2006 and I was on a plane (again) and headed to my new life, with a new dad, and SOOO many new toys. I was happy.

Fast forward a few months, moms is pregnant, has my brother in 2007, I can suddenly speak and understand English FLUENTLY, and I have an entire new family. As if it couldn't get crazier, my 3rd grade year, my biological dad reached out to my mom, told her he was in town. I had no idea until we stepped into the closest mall by my house, and there he was. Live and in the flesh, it was my father. I ran into his arms and obviously balled my eyes out, and I just couldn't believe it.

Fast forward a few years, he visited again and then after that visit went kind of MIA. No more emails, or letters, and most definitely no calls. When I turned 13, I still waited for that phone call, waited all day for my mom to tell me “your father’s on the phone” and nothing. Until it was 1AM, September 22nd, and my mom told me THATS when he called. 1 fucking am here, meaning 3 am over there, basically the day after my birthday. After that year, noting stayed the same. No longer waited, or anticipated, just- nothing. I later came to find out through social media, that he was having a daughter. Insane. I couldn't believe it, but part of me saw it coming. I mean this is what I wanted right? for him to move on and start his new life, and I didn't care anymore if I was a part of it... right? On my 16th birthday, he called. By this time I wanna say my little sister was probably around 3 or 4, (still hadn't gotten a call, until now.) When he called me I was in the middle of a small get together with just family, my boyfriend and bestfriends at the time had already left and I heard the phone ring. my mom looked at it and went silent, and showed me the phone. I knew who it was. I recognized the number. and I didn't want to answer, but I needed answers.

so I pick up.

“hello?”

“hi mija, god how I've missed you I can't believe I actually got a hold of-”

“stop.”

you can’t believe you got a hold of me? you never tried.

I proceeded to basically cussing him out, and asking about my sister. You know when you accidentally rat yourself out to your parents by saying something you shouldn't have? yeah thats exactly what happened to my not so dearly beloved father. he basically spit out that my sister’s mother was the same bitc- lady, that my dad had cheated on my mom with- go figure! no wonder the woman ran away from you, jesus.

“look, im sorry. god I am so sorry for everything I promise I will make it up to you what do I have to do?”

“never speak to me ever again. just like how I was basically dead to you and had no right to know the truth about everything, as far as im concerned the only thing that connects us is blood.”

he ruined my 16th birthday.

never talked to him ever again.

fast forward to my senior year- tf when did that happen?

I’m in Washington DC on a school trip (so much fun by the way AMAZING) and I call my mom to say hi and catch up (actually just calling because she was across the country and if she didn't hear from me she’d think I was dead inside the White House or something, hispanic moms, you know) and she then proceeds to tell me that she saw on Facebook (once again this damn social media) that my dad had just became a father, again. another baby sister. also that he had been living back and forth from Germany to Guatemala.

sounds like a blast daddy dearest.

(yeah he has a lot of money by the way, still waiting on the child support from the past decade but its good HAH)

FAST FORWARD AgaIINNN to March of 2019.

I became a legal resident of the United States, free to travel in and out of the country without a problem, free to work wherever I wanted, free to go to college and actually have a social security number when im asked for it- just simply free.

April 2019.

The month I got the chance to go back to my beloved Guatemala for the first time in thirteen years. THIRTEEN. To not bore you with all the details of my trip, on the last night, fate decided that it was time, and yes ladies and gents, there he was, in the flesh, my father. I always call him “father” and my stepdad “dad” just because all that other guy did was help with the process of me being born he was never a real dad to me ever, as heart wrenching and harsh as that may sound. so fuck him. seriously, fuck him. I saw him, with tears of anger streaming down my face and my entire body shaking, and he walks up to me crying.

he leans in for a hug.

“not a step closer don’t you dare touch me.”

he walks away and disappears into the crowd of hundreds of people, and I proceeded to having the worst panic attack I have ever had. paramedics asking if I was okay, my mom on the floor with me as I was sobbing and screaming, and everyone scared out of their minds because suddenly I felt trapped in a ball of water with no air as everyone watched the color of my skin slowly beginning to fade until I became white as snow. when I snapped out of it and finally calmed down, I cried. god I cried so damn much. I was so hurt, mostly because part of me thought he would take a stand for once and try. just try. even though I told him not to I knew a part of me wanted him to, but he didn't. and he disappointed me- just as I expected he would.

haven't heard of him since.

that was almost five months ago. and that leads us to today, the present! and thats my story, without all the minor details because with those included id have people reading for hours. But, even after this longgg ass post, if you're still here hi! thanks for reading, and for being interested in my story? not a lot of people tend to be, but if im gonna be writing on here I might as well include it- right?

anyways- yep thats me, this along w other crazzyyy things are part of what shaped me to be the person I am today. As for my family? My mom, my dad, and my little brother? I’d take a bullet.

and as for my father?

I don’t know,

I don’t bother to ask,

I don’t care.

besitos,

ria.

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streamofconsciousnesshorror-blog · 6 years ago

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Bird Box - Steam of Consciousness

Bird Box

I am about to sit and watch this movie. I’ve heard a lot about it and it seems to be the thing to see at the moment. Not sure what I’m going to make of it…

THERE WILL BE SPOILERS (obv)

Oh, Sandra Bullock

She seems nice… not!

“Boy and Girl”??

Aww, they’re cuties.

Oh no, not birds! I don’t want to see animals getting hurt.

So, what if they peek underneath the blindfold? That’s not taking them off…

They can see through them slightly it appears.

Have those kids really got all their belongings in those teeny tiny backpacks?

Oh, where do I know her from? The woman who just came in…

An “Arabian Stud”???

Okay, so Sandra’s character has… issues!

Getting over a break up?

And she’s preggers?

Oh I see, very preggers. lol

Sandra’s had work done, botox!

Euw, see that’s why I never wanted pregnancy — the throwing up!!

OMG, is she doing that to protest the orange velour tracksuit??

Okay, they’re all committing suicide. Here we go.

Damn, Sandra’s face is messed up!! She can’t move it anymore! She’s got no facial expressions!

DAMN, I doubt the unborn baby will survive that crash!

WOAH — actually saw her body getting splattered on that lorry!

This is disturbing.

They see loved ones before they kill themselves it seems.

Impressed so far, it’s really well done. I’m totally using my touch typing skills here, so I don’t have to look away!

You’ve got every stereotype here; murderous, gumpy old man, meathead white dude, hippy white chick, rich old white woman, token black guy, token hispanic looking girl, token Asian guy, got it all covered!

Oh there’s two black guys. lol

Supermarket Charlie. lol

Sandra not looking too good with that pregnancy.

Wondering where these two little kids come into it…

Ffs angry old man, it wasn’t her fault someone went out to try and help her.

Sandra in bed with full make-up on! As you do.

Oh great, is this one of those jumping backwards and forwards in time movies? Hate that.

Okay, her hair’s WAY longer here.

Oh those sweet little birds. Please don’t let them die!!

Oh of course, BIRD BOX!! Duh. I’m slow.

Okay I recognise the angry old man. I just can’t place him. IMDB time!

Nope, I know the name John Malcovic, but I can’t work out what I’ve seen him in.

Oh. Is this one pregnant or just fat?

Oh, pregnant. A friend for Sandra.

She was starving? Really?? K.

Why don’t I know anyone’s names yet?

What the hell are they doing now? Their plan went way over my head. lol

Asian guy is smiley, huh?

What’s Sandra got on her feet??

Just busting some stretches with my ass in the air, seems as good a time as any.

I thought pregnancy made your hair shiny and healthy! Not in this woman’s case.

Oh SHIT, it can be transmitted through a SCREEN!!

Oh dear, Asian guy’s a gonna!

But he didn’t see a relative beforehand, he just saw a black shadow.

“Thought it might be good for us to be close”… no luv, bugger off! lol

Shut UP! This big woman doesn’t stop talking.

WOW, that is some kitchen! #kitchenenvy

Ooookay then! Sex! lol

Sandra and this black guy are hitting it off!

I’m only calling him “black guy” because I literally don’t know any of their names!! Not sure if we’re supposed to or not, but…

Oh, back to the future again.

The length of her hair is making it look like this is YEARS in the future!

Who’s this tubby ginger git!?

Get him girl!!!

What was that about then? He wasn’t trying to kill himself, he was trying to get her blindfold off.

Back to the past — where are these two kids??

“why don’t i go on the first run, and you go on the second run”, she really doesn’t want that chatty pregnant woman around her. lol

Okay, but driving with blacked out windows just using a GPS is committing suicide anyway… may as well just walk out there as you are!

GPS picks up dead bodies apparently! lol

“Its just a speed bump”. Nah, it’s not mate!

All it needs is that thing to smash their windows!

GPS also picks up supernatural beings. Where did they get it from?

THEY ARE NOT SPEED BUMPS!

Okay, they’re there. So now what?

They DO look funny, gotta be honest!

“Jack-fucking-pot” lol

I would grab ALLLL the chocolate!

Hot black dude wants to bang Sandra.

Sandra is trying to smile at you, my dude, she just can’t move her botoxed face very much! Just FYI.

Aww, the birdies.

So get them some damn food and water then. Ugh!

Angry old man is gonna croak it first.

Someone’s knocking — is this the kids? But going by Sandra’s hair they can’t even have been born yet! Or barely.

Nope, it’s some guy.

He’s coming in no matter what.

Oh no, Supermarket Charlie just sacrificed himself!

Well they got back relatively easily.

Sandra’s REALLY got daddy issues!

“The hair is different… he had some” Ooh savage!

Okay, what are the two hippies doing? Ah we have names, Lucy and Felix. Shame they’re just about to die!

Oops, back to the future!

Here are these two cute kids who came from nowhere. They don’t look like twins, so they can’t be both hers or both the big woman’s!

Oh, one of the teeny tiny backpacks is gone!

Just keep worrying about the birds.

Oh it’s windchimes, I thought… never mind.

Did she REALLY think that string would last forever?

Oh shit, kids, get back down!!!

PUT THE BLINDFOLD BACK ON, WOMAN!!!!

So this thing will try to get to them, even if they’re blindfolded.

Nooo, little girl. You’re too adorable to get killed.

Blimey, she’s really rough with those kids. She’s like a drill sergeant!

“Its the end of the world”, may as well stop all the small talk and get on each other then!

Just sayin…

Erm, does he want to feel your baby bump luv? I think he’s more interested in just above or evenjust below that.

Back to the future!

Sandra with the Long Hair.

And back to short hair Sandra again.

Why are they so scared of a new guy coming in, this thing makes people commit suicide, not attack others?

This guy’s British! He must be protected.

British accent with an American twang. lol

Oh okay, so there’s another stage to it, where they’re happy and want everyone to see.

Angry old man has lost it!

OMG, THE OLD WOMAN HAD HER MOMENT!!! lmao

This big woman is SO fucking annoying

Her parents and her husband bought her all the FOOD.

“If something happens to me, I want you to take care of my baby”… perhaps one of the two kids is hers then. Must be both their kids.

Oh, the girl is hers then. The boy is Sandra’s I guess. But why call them Girl and Boy at the beginning?

She’s not very maternal is she? She talks to these kids like they’re annoying adults. lol

Hmm, so who looks? Your kid, or her kid?

What is this shite music?

Big Woman’s about to drop!

Sandra won’t be far behind by the looks of it.

Why does the British guy keep eyeing those sweet birds?

Yep, her waters have broken.

May have to look away if we’re seeing a birth.

WTF? Two screaming women giving birth at the same time?

Yeah, drown them out with music! lol

This British guy is fucking weird. And he can leave those birds alone.

Nice drawings… yeah he’s fucking crazy.

Boy is now born.

WHAT IS BRITISH GUY DOING WITH THOSE BIRDS??

NO, FUCK YOU! PUT THOSE BIRDS DOWN!!!!

OMG!!! He’s pulling the papers off the windows. He’s put the birds in the freezer.

GET THEM TF OUT!

Aww, well done black dude! Sorry he knocked you out.

OH SHIT — HE WANTS THEM ALL TO SEE!

Girl is now born.

Don’t let him near the baby!

“Can I see?” No, fuck off.

Oh no, Big Woman looked. Ugh.

You BASTARD, you made the old lady look!

Well this is a lovely start to life for those newborns. Welcome to the world, little ones.

Angry old man is going to save the day. Come on man, he’s getting closer, shoot him!!!

“Oi!” lol

There ya go, Angry Old Man is dead.

So the “infected” do kill others. At first all they did was commit suicide.

Who just shot who??

Oh phew! British guy is dead.

And now I know where the two kids come from…

Back to the future. And we now know it’s five years ahead.

So both these kids are the same age, but the girl looks younger.

Sandra looks better with long hair.

Oh, did she get it on with the black guy? Why don’t I know his name yet?

More sex! Bet the kids wake up.

Oh no… but we didn’t see anything. Damnit. lol

Damn that guy has an impressive upper body!

So wait, she’s going on the river on the word of some random man on a walkie talkie who said he has a “community”??

And why isn’t he with her? Does he die?

That little girl is sooo sweet. And I don’t even like kids usually.

I still don’t get why Sandra calls these kids “boy” and “girl”!

Oh chill out Sandra - allow your man to let the kids dream.

EXACTLY, give the poor kids NAMES!!

I don’t like Sandra.

Sandra looks blotchy.

I might start calling her “Woman”!

Yeah, Boy, Girl and Woman.

Wait are we back in the future again? So they did all go together?

Mmmm, Pop Tarts.

UNCOOKED Pop Tarts??

Oh shit, someone’s turned up.

Ah okay, they split up. I think the black guy’s about to get killed.

SHIT, this guy is a good aim with a blindfold on!

Ah no... he took it off. That’s it.

Aww, the sacrificed himself.

That’s it for him then...

WTF, HE SHOT HIMSELF!!!! NOOOOO.

Boy, Girl and Woman are really alone now.

Nice over-acting there Woman.

Very well done considering you can’t move your face.

She’s really shitty to those kids. I don’t like kids and I’d be nicer than that to them, besides they’re cute af.

Right we’re all up to date now with them on the river.

Boy, Girl and the birds to survive. Don’t care about Woman.

That’s a nice fashion statement - cut a hole in your cuff and stick your thumb through it.

Bitch should be the one to take her blindfold off - THEY ARE LITTLE CHILDREN!!

And they’re out of the boat...

“GIRL, GIRL, GIRL” Ffs, names for them! It’s not that hard.

Aww, just want to take that little dumpling home with me - Girl that is.

Ooh, the entity is trying to get her to take the blindfold off.

Natalie... Emily... Madeline? Still can’t get her name.

Valerie?

Oh well, she’s still Woman to me.

NO, don’t do it Boy!

NO GIRL!!!

“My children”?? Is Sandra having a change of heart?

Girl is scared of Sandra - I don’t blame you sweet thing.

Awww, there she is. I may be tearing up a little...

Someone’s cutting onions in here, that’s all.

Why the hell can’t I make out Woman’s name.

Okay, it’s definitely Valerie.

So what they see is probably dead loved ones, like that woman at the beginning saw her late mother.

You’d think a powerful entity would’ve worked out how to remove blindfolds off potential victims, wouldn’t you.

For God’s sake, stop tripping up, Valerie.

“Just take the children”... follows them straight in!

Why the weird shots, why aren’t we seeing Rick?

Is it Rick Grimes? That’d be weird, huh? lol

OH, THEY’RE BLIND!!!

They’d be the only ones left I guess. And those who didn’t remove their blindfolds.

They’re letting the birds free. Bless.

They survived!!!

Someone’s cutting those onions again...

Boy has the most gorgeous eyes!

Oh bless, Olivia and Tom.

This is all bit too perfect - when does it go wrong?

No horror movie can end like this...

Tell me there’s more after the credits!!!

Oh my God, what an anticlimax. That was the shittiest ending ever!

Overall I’d give this movie a 6/10. I wasn’t bored stiff, but I was waiting for more to happen and it never did. The end was ridiculously stupid and I now know what people meant when they complained about it. What do you think. Please weigh in with your comments.

#bird box #birdbox #movie review #horror movie #horror #streamofconsciousness

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hausofmamadas · 2 years ago

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SSKSKSKSD okay no, but like I know you said at the end of the last part that we were picking right back up where we left off and it’s not like I didn’t believe you askdfjskdjf but also I don’t think I believed you aka was not prepared to be fucking PEELING MY GOTDAMN FACE OFF 2 LINES INTO THIS MF. But it’s fine, IT’S FUCKING FINE let’s just get into this bitch sksksks

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✧ He’s got you against the back of the door, kissing you into it, through it. Back into the living room with the others to watch. Be careful, Angel, any harder and they’ll have something to joke about again.

✧ His palms are on the wood either side of your head, then your neck, your waist, down your arms until he’s at your wrists, and then it’s back to the flat of the door, with your hands pinned beneath his this time.

✧ You’d have laughed at yourself. Ridiculous. Stupid. Him, you’d say, today, with him?

OH REALLY READER SKSKKSSKSKSKSSK no, but this is going to be the most fucking random, obscure reference, but do you guys remember that one part in the movie A Christmas Story where that kid Flick gets triple-dog dared to lick the frozen flagpole, so he does it, and he gets stuck out there and then everyone abandons him. And when the teacher notices that Flick’s not at his desk, she asks the class where tf he is, and Ralphie (but like old Ralphie narrating off camera) goes “Flick? Flick who?” Cut to a shot of Flick through the window like waving his little fuckin skdskksks hands through like whirlpools of snowflakes cause it’s like a fucking blizzard. You guys remember that????? Because THIS FUCKINGSKSKKSSK SENTENCE IS SCREAMING SO MUCH “FLICK?? FLICK WHO??” TO ME AND IT’S REALLY MAKING ME SCREAM

GODDDSLSDFKSDFJ the way I fucking clutched my chest reading this skdfksjdfksj bc that’s how fucking hard the hot hit me

✧ There’s a teenager inside of you that would’ve wanted this, once. Would’ve dreamed about it between classes.

NO I AM SLDKFJSLKDJF SSOFUCKINGSORRY BUT LITERALLASDKLFJASLDFJ WE’RE ONLY THREE FUCKING PARAGRAPHS IN AND I’M IN STRAIGHT UP TRIPLE-BYPASS CORONY TERRITORY OVER HERE SEKJSLDKJFSLK THE YEARS OF LONGING IN THESE TWO SIMPLE SENTENCES GOODFUCKINGCHRIST. PEOPLE TAKE NOTES I KNOW I AM BC THIS IS HOW SEXY SEXING SHOULD BE WRITTEN YOU FOOLS

✧ It’s unbuttoned already, hanging open over his torso, with a white a-tank beneath. You run your fingertips over the ribbed material of it.

ASDFL;KAJSD;LFJKA;SDLKJFA;LKSDJF;LAKJSDF;LAKJS;DFGODDDDD NOOOOOOO NOT THE FUCKING A-TANK, ANYTHING BUT THE GOTDAMN A-TANK. THE A-TANK IS LIKESKDFJLSKDJFSL MY FUCKING KRYPTONITE and like ofc I know this is about Angel, and yes, I’m here, I’m with it. In no way did my mind float to a certain blorb and another OC both of whom frequently and torturously wear tf out of an A-tank, nopenopenoepnope thought not once of it like I swear to god, A-tanks were created by the man upstairs Himself, God, in a lab somewhere with the specific aim of torturing this one man-loving rabid animal, Yours Truly, so He could laugh while I scream on the internet

✧ How did we get here, tontín?

PFFFFFFTSTASLDFJSLKDFJ I CAN’T EVEN ARTICULATE WHY THIS IS SO FUNNY TO ME BUTKEELED OVER RN

✧ You take a breath, it feels wild. Celebratory. A mix of relief, and anticipation of the prize.

Not me just sldfjkslfkdjs copy/pasting every single line already but imjustsofuckingsorry something about this description is really making me just :lebron tear: at the effectiveness and ability to fucking PUT ME IN THE MOMENT?? it’s so simple but you know that excitement you get when you’re like finally getting This Thing that you wanted and you like physically register Being Stoked. And idk there’s something about it that feels so ???? alive??? I’m not even making any sense. Like- just it made me feel things that’s all I’m trying to say

✧ His chest rises—up and down—into your touch, under your fingers. ‘Why’re you smiling like that?’ he asks.

RISING UP AND DOWN INTO YOUR TOUCH LSKDJFA;LSKJDF;ALKJSDF;LKAJS ASKFLSJDFLAJS; FSHSUT THE FUCKING FRONT DOOR, JESUS CHRIST ON A CRACKER WHY IS SMALL DETAIL SUCH THE H O T T E S T and then also the fact that Reader is smiling too, like I don’t wanna get too tmi here, but one of my favorite things to see in like make-out/sex/love scenes in movies/tv shows is like someone genuinely smiling or laughing in the middle of it. Like something about that is so like???? Touching??? Accessible?? Like idk why but it just feels so authentic

✧ ‘The tattoos,�� you say. ‘Any I should know about before we go any further?’

He settles back on your gaze before replying, ‘Big fucking My Little Pony,’ he jokes, ‘right across my ass cheek.’

SDFSTOSTOPPPPPPPPPPPPPP NOT JUST SMILING BUT LIKE ACTUAL FUCKING BANTER AND JOY, I LITERALLY HAVE NO MORE SKIN ON SDFKJSA;LKFJSD;LF MY FUCKING FACE BC I’VE ACTUALLY JUST PEELED IT ALL OFFAS;LKDFJAL;SKJDF

✧ ‘The worst part is that could be true,’ you reply, low enough to be a murmur. He’s one lost bet away from something that stupid. ‘You would do that.’

‘Yeah? … You got any?’

‘Some,’ you admit.

‘Some? Shit, now I really gotta see.’ There’s a lift to his voice, a daring … ‘See if you have any ground to stand on,’ he says, against the edge of your mouth, ‘after talking smack about mine.’

SFALSKDJFA;SKLJDF;AKLA; ONCE AGAIN, THE BANTER IN THE MIDDLE OF ALL THIS, NOSOOOOOOO LIKE IT IS REALLY FUCKING BREAKINGME LIKE IT’S JUST THE LAYERS OF INTIMACY THAT’S FUELING THE PHYSICAL INTIMACY, I JUSTWANTTOLIGHTMYSELFONFIREOKAY

✧ … he tilts to drop his attention to your neck instead, following the instruction you hadn’t intended to give and, God, well, happy accidents, right? You feel like you’re fucking on fire now.

YOU FEEL LIKE YOU’RE FUCKING ON FIRE ASLFKJA;FL WHAT DID I JUST SAY, WHAT DID I SAY NOT MOMENTS AGO #notaprophet

✧ He scoffs, disbelieving. ‘You didn’t expect this?’

‘No? I’m not a fucking psychic, Angel.’

THIS IS JUST I AM FUCKINGCACKLING BC WHO TF AMONG US WOULD’VE THOUGHT THAT ANGEL WOULD BE THE MORE SELF-AWARE OF THE TWO LIKE ACTUALLY MAKING ME SCMREAMASKDFA

✧ You take the initiative to sit over his lap and he scoots back to accommodate it, his hands bracketing your hips, his knees spreading to help you balance.

PPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT IMJUSTSOSOSOSOSOSORRY but like you do realize that I’m contractually obligated by our friendship to say it right. You’re practically fskdfjskdjfs daring me to say it, right. Bc the way this is– I mean skssk p r i m e bucking position, him on the edge of the bed, Reader SITTING ON HIS LAP LIEK THAT??? And lieeekek is that maybe why this feels so vulnerable, Reader KEKW IS IT????

✧ You hadn’t thought about it, not in any real, possible sense. Only in passing, hot-skinned moments that you chased away again, in fear of them lingering, complicating. You had only just rebuilt the bond you’d had with him, it didn’t seem like the time to disrupt that yet … It isn’t the time to disrupt that yet.

Oh no but I think it is time to disrupt that, sssshhh don’t wooorrryyyy skskskkssk no but actually, like the conflict is evoking such dread which is upsetting skdfskfskdjf bc we were all having such fun time and now I’m squeezing my face which is also really just muscles at this point bc idk if you’ll recall, I tore it off already

✧ ‘Damn,’ he says, dragging the word by your ear. ‘And I thought I was being obvious. Been flirting all night, biche.’

Once again can we all cackle as a chorus together at the fact that Angel, in this moment is more self-aware than Reader. Angel fucking Reyes we’re talking about, here. Angel. Self-aware. The most shocking of twists I did not see coming

✧ ‘Well, yeah,’ you agree, ‘but you flirt with everyone. All the time.’

Skskskks okay, but fair and true, Reader

✧ The bed you’re both sitting on feels like it’s pumped full of water, because you’re swaying, and he’s swaying, and, God, weren’t you just telling EZ this wasn’t a thing? Ten minutes ago, this wasn’t a thing.

AGAINSKDKKS SWITH THIS INTERNAL MONOLOGUE like it really is one of my favorite things to read, the interruption, the stream of thought. It cuts me up every time skskks

✧ ‘But I only want you … ‘

No. Nope. Nopenopenopenopenopenopenopenopenopenope. I can’t go on. Sorry this is the end of the reblog right here. I need to excuse myself to go experience a full Chernobyl-level nuclear meltdown. It’s been lovely knowing you all. I’m not kidding, I am truly not kidding, In fact have never been more serious in my entire life okay. Like the whole 28 years, I have never been more serious

✧ ‘I’m not gonna be,’ you stutter, fuck, his nose brushes your jaw, ‘this isn’t just, this.’ … you breathe, force it out still, ‘I’m not gonna be another notch in your belt, right?’

NOOOOOOOOSTOSLKJTOTOTOPPPPPPPPPPPPP I’M LIEKREALLYRAELLYREALLY FUCKING NOT OKAY, I AM ACTUALLY SO SERIOSU ABOUT HOWNOTOKAYIAM. MY BRAIN IS FRIED, COOKED, SCRAMBLED, LEAKING OUT MY EYEBALLS S SDKFSJLDFKAJLSKJDFA;LKSJD;FLKJA LIKE THE MIXTURE OF HOT PLUS LIKE DREAD IS MAKING MY TOES CURL, I’M GIVING MYSELF A CHARLIE HORSEKSKSKSKS NOT TO MENTION THE BUCKING PROXIMITY, I MEAN ARE YOU SICK????? YOU ARE SICK. I AM SICK

✧ ‘What?’ he asks, pulling back to find your gaze. ‘You wanna do this now?’ Better time than any. Better now than afterwards.

NOOOOSSKKSKSKSK NO NO. ROOKIE MISTAKE. I know you been off the market and some things maybe have changed, Reader but like why are we blue-balling ourselvessksksksk LIKE DAMN GORL, AT LEAST GET THAT HAPPY ENDING BEFORE THE INEVITABLE SAD LETDOWN cause lbr, you don’t have to say it, but that wet blanket of an ex of yours, Mitch or Mike or Mick, whatever tf his name is, that dude hasn’t made you climax for at least the last 2.5 years of the relationship KEKWm like imjustsosorry with a name like Mitch, Mike, or Mick he just diddiidm’tsksksks

✧ He’s watching your face, but you’ve cast your eyes down, setting them on the bare chest above his tank.

Nbd, just couldn’t go 5 seconds without reminding me of that stupid A-tank. no one fucking look at me

✧ He laughs, just once. ‘EZ’s said so much shit to me, you wouldn’t even believe. I talk about you everyday, dulce.’

DULCE?????????????? DULCE. DULCE. DULCE. I AM ACTUALLY SHORT CIRCUITINGANDEVERYONE SHUT TF UP BC DULCE. OKAY????? DULCE. BC FUCKING LEAVE IT TO YOU TO FIGURE OUT THE MOST INSANE, MOST ADORABLE, MOST FUCKING CORRECT, APPROPRIATE, FITTING TERM OF ENDEARMENT FOR ANGEL TO CALL READER. I AM FUCKING ILL. IT’S SO–????? I WANT TO BREAK THINGS. I WANT TO THROTTLE THINGS. I WANT TO BURN THINGS DOWN.

✧ ‘What, you don’t believe me?’ No. Yes. I want to.

Nononononnooo no no no no, uh uh, nope, you are not about to do this to me. You just aren’t. You are not going to shoot an unarmed soldier on the battlefield bc you would never do such a thing to me, your dearest of dfs. This is not going the it’s about to go *high pitched, demented laughter* bc why would you. you wouldn’t!!!! Hahahahhahahhsdfalsdjfa;ljas;dlfkja;

✧ so you leave the silence untouched for too long, and that hurts him; it slices across him like a wound, making him tense beneath you.

‘Wow,’ he says, cold and distant.

*MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM (unintelligible sound at the pitch of a dog whistle)* -> nbd guys, I’m fine, just me trying to wrap my head around the deep betrayal bc you did The Thing. The Fucking Thing. That fucking thing I SPECIFICALLY ASKED YOU NOT TO DOSDKSJDFKSJDFKAKSDJFLAKSJDF THE FUCK

✧ ‘I do trust you,’ you say, hands to his chest again, his shoulders, the sides of his neck. Anything that might bring him back to you. You aim for a laugh, putting it nervously behind your words. ‘But, come on,’ you try, ‘don’t you think it’s better we do this sober?’

*deepheavysigh* okay, do you guys know what this is like …. reading this is like….like……… okay, do you remember that one Winter Olympics a bajillion years ago where that lady snowboarder from the US (Lindseeeeyyyy… something) was like super In First Place doing that race with the big humps that you can do tricks off of and shit can you tell how invested I am in sportsball things and she got too excited, tried to get fancy in the last 2 seconds of the race and fucking ate shit on the landing, ended up losing the gold medal to some other Swedish snowboarder or something. Yeah. That’s how I feel. Like we are not winning the silver medal here. We are LOSING GOLD AND I’M FEELING REALLY FUCKING OKAY AND NORMAL ABOUT IT

✧ ‘You know,’ he says dryly, ‘I fucking knew it’d go like this.’

… ‘Wasn’t good enough, then, not good enough now, right?’ He twists his head back to you finally, and now you do stand, just to put space between you and the look he’s giving you.

My face is like a weird cross between the it’s-fine-on-fire doggo and the yo di b face. Just yo di b so hard, pretending like I’m not? withering and dying inside skflsjdflskdjfls flskfjlskdfjslfja;lksjdf;lakjsdf;lkja;sdlkfja;slkdjfa; bc everything is falling apart. BUT THENNNNNN CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE DESCRIPTION OF THE PHYSICALITY TOO AND THE WAY I CAN SEE, HEAR, SMELL FUCKING EVERYTHING THAT’S HAPPENING HERE TO A GODDAMN GOLF. TEE.

✧ You watch him dress, a boiling, maddening heat rising in your cheeks, your neck. The shell of your ears. ‘Are you really blowing up because I won’t fuck you right now?’

OHSHFHASF;SD;LFAS;DLFKJA ;OHHHHMYGODNO SKSDKKS THE ACTUAL WAY I AM SPRRRRRIIIIINTING, FALLING OVER MYSELF, KNOCKING THINGS OVER TO TRY AND CATCH THE WORDS AND JAM THEM BACK INTO READER’S MOUTH SDFKLSDFALKJ LLIKE HOW. EVERYTHING WAS FINE, HOW ARE WE HERE, AND SWEET BABY JESUS CAN’T WE EVER HAVE A SINGLE GOTDAMN NICE THING

✧ His expression twists, crumpling into disgust. ‘No,’ he says, ‘the fuck? No. Jesus. I’m blowing up because you don’t fucking trust me, biche.’ You should be embarrassed by your accusation. You should apologise, even.

My face actually in so much pain bc of how hard I have been squeezing it this entire time alsdfkja;lsdkjf;lfkja;sldkjf like goddammit I get that everyone is drunk and Saying Things and liek generally do not recommend consumption of illegaldrugs as a solution but maybe just do the teeeeniest key bump of the coke you guys traffic for the weeniest of cartels and JUST TAKESOMEDEEPFUCKINGBREATHSOKAY

✧ ‘I’m not,’ you start, then stop and try again. ‘You went away and came back better,’ you say, ‘I came back worse.’

No. No. No. This is like sogoodsogreat because like I wasn’t feeling gutted already?? No, yeah, I needed my intestines just proper eviscerated and we’re not even halfway. Bc like the deep feelings of shame implicit here not-at-all relatable nor something I recognize in any of my own very recent personal experiences/life events. None. No resemblance. no I’m not crying. Shut up. YOURE CRYING

✧ You know it’s bad, you know it’s spiraling again, and that you should stick a leg out, an arm, anything, to slow it down before disaster strikes—but instead you laugh, baffled, and say, ‘You went to fucking prison, Angel. I just went to college.’

GOOOODDDDDDNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO AGAIN ME JUST SHOVING FUCKIN BABY STROLLERS OUT THE WAY TRYIN TO CATCH THIS BEFORE IT HITS THE GROUND AND SHATTERS ALSD;FAKJDS;AKJA; LIKE THIS EDIDN’T HAVE TO HAPPEN BUT ALSO OFC THIS IS WHAT HAPPENED BC EVERYONE’S ALL DRUNK, IN THEIR FEELINGS AND SHOOTING FROM THE HIP AND I AM JUST LIEK YO DI B, TRYING NOT TO SOB SO MUCH, I SHORT OUT MY NEW LAPTOP

✧ … you never spoke to him when he was in Chino, either, and that won’t save this argument, or tuck the wounds back into themselves.

“Or tuck the wounds back into themselves” ………. I’m– I don’t even– like I’m mad, okay. There’s always a point, one of these moments where I get mad bc it’s so good and I didn’t write it - yeah, one of those moments. bc this argument has just years and years of MOMENTS now being drunkenly spewed out btwn them. Like for the years of pent up attraction, companionship, commiseration, there’s also an equal measure of years of resentment, anger, arguments not yet had and it’s aaalalllllll coming out aaaallll at once at the most inopportune time BCEVERYONE IS FUCKING HAMMERSED AND NO ONE SHOULD BE TRYING TO ARTICULATE FUCKING DECADES OF COMPLEX AND AT TIMES CONTRADICTORY EMOTIONS IN SUCH A STATE. GUYYYYYYSSSSSSDF I’M IN PAIN RN

✧ ‘Angel,’ you start, as he steps around you, ‘don’t.’ Don’t take it for truth. Don’t throw it away yet.

DONT’ASDKLFJA;LSF;ALJSDF;ILJ DON’T TAKE IT FOR TRUTH. DON’T THROW IT AWAY YET. HIJADESUPUTAMADRE YA BASTA PINSHE CABRÓN , CAN YOU JUST LIEK FUCKING NOTSSFSDFLKAJ;SDFJA;LSKDJ CAN YOU JUST GIVE ME A MOMENT’S GOTDAMN PEACE AND STOP TRYING TO MAKE MY ACTUAL HEART EXPLODTE OH NO? OKAY GREAT. I HATE YOU (AFFECTIONATE)

✧ The music bumps beneath the weight of it, mocking, obnoxious, somehow. Awkward like the universe had planned it all out. Here’s the catch, it says, here’s the part where all the good things run out of track.

THE WAY I AM FUCKING CRIIIIIINGING, NOW EVERYONE KNOWS LIEK WHY IS IT WORSE THEY DIDN’T BANG AND EVERYONE KNOWS. IT DOESN’T MAKE ANY KIND OF SENSE BUT I RAELLY AM HOLDING MYSELF IN THE FETAL POSITION RN BUT THEN ALSO. ASLKDJFALKJSD THE LINE ABOUT THE MOCKERY OF THE UNIVERSE IS MAKING ME PHYSICALLY COLLAPSE IN IRRECONCILABLE MIXOF SADNESS AND LIKE HILARITY

✧ You’re pleading with him now. ‘I didn’t mean it like that. I was just.’ You were just.

*screams into the sky, runs and body slams into wall* YOU WERE JUST. I WAS JUST. WE WERE JUSTASKDFAJSKDFJAL;SDKJFA;LSJKF;LAKJSDFLKAJSDJFLKSJDFLKSJFDLSOEWIROIWUORIUWJKSFKJSKKSKSKSKSKKSKKSKAS;DFAKLJS;DFLKJA;SLDKJF

✧ You hear someone make a quip about Angel not being able to get it up, but it doesn’t matter, it falls beneath the swell, dragged under the beat of the music and into the wheels, mangled to the chassis.

Oh again, not enough to fucking eviscerate my insides but now wavin’ that master’s degree in my face with “dragged under the beat of the music and into the wheels, mangled to the chassis.” SO GOOD. ONLY I DIDN’T WRITE IT SO NOW I NEVER CAN AND IT’S FINE. IT’S FINE IT’S TOTALLY FUCKIGN FINE. NOT AS THO I’M SEEING OR FEELING IT MYSELFASLKJFA;SKJ

✧ You’re lying on the sofa, one arm bent under your cheek, the other hanging over the edge, fingers digging into the carpet. You brush over the small dent you’ve made like she’d tell you off for it, like she cares about a small burrow in the fibres.

Uh yea, so like we have more prose here???? And like I can’t even explain why I love this detail. Something about it just seems really authentically random if that makes sense?? Like the kind of thought you’d have still-sorrta-drunk passing into the emotionally/physically hungover stage but not there yet. Idk I just really– yeah. Yes. Kskskskks

✧ EZ and Gaby stayed the longest. Long enough to help make the place feel clean again, and to exchange several, Should we say something?, glances to one another.

HOOOOOOOWWWLING SKSKSK THIS IS SO 100% EZ AND GABY BEYOND CORRECT FOR BOTH THEIR CHARACTERS AND ONCE AGAIN I AM PLEADING WITH ELGIN, LIKE HOMBRE, CALL OUR DEAR NARCOLINI GOD KNOWS YOU COULD USE IT AFTER THAT MESS OF S4, LOSIENTO PERO ES LA NETA, WEY

✧ Bring the popcorn, guys, this one’s a good’un. ‘Yeah,’ you lie, poorly and unbothered by it, ‘was cool.’

The juxtaposition between these two skskksks no, it really is such the still-sorta-drunk-passing-into-hangover phase like that feel where there is absolutely streaks of mascara running down your face, lipstick half smeared across your cheek, look like a legitass zombie, and literally justskfsjdksj “yea, what of it” not bringing back memories of me c. 2014 at all, have no pictures of myself in such a state, not a single one one

✧ ‘You have an argument with your boyfriend, or something?’

Not my boyfriend, you should say. You made sure of that. ‘Yeah,’ you answer instead. ‘Real fucking stupid one.’

You made sure of that :lebron tear: YOU MADE SURE OF THAT. Like I’m sure this isn’t true bc you’d never do that to me, would you :pepe lightsaber: WOULD YOU bUT ALSO skkskkskksksk the fact that Reader so fucking tired, they don’t feel like getting into Angel not being their bf reallycracks me up so much bc it’s true, then they’d have to explain the whole childhood friends situation, then the engagement situation, then the moving back home situation and like I just skskksyss I f e e l the mindset

✧ ‘Extra especially when men are involved. I’m lucky, I only fuck with women.’

Uh no Nela, I think we’re the lucky ones??? Yeah, no, we’re the lucky ones

✧ You breathe a laugh, lips setting into a second-long smile. ‘Yeah.’ Maybe it’s time you did the same.

Omgomgomgomgomgomg is this mayhaps a hint that Reader themselves is bi or pan bc it would make the queer reps in this even more :justrightblob:

✧ ‘Look,’ she sighs, ‘I’m not gonna be able to say anything useful, I don’t know your business yet, but there isn’t much that can’t be undone with a bit of time and patience.’

OKAY YES?? CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW YES??? NELA IS A FUCKING ADULT like idk she could turn out to be a nut and this was all a red-herring-not-really with the porter occupation, the taxidermy, she like appears ssuuuuuuuuper reasonable but turns out to be a psycho intent on making Reader an ID Channel special BUT if you really care about me it seems like she’s just reasonable and well-adjusted can you tell I have a crush already, CAN YOU TELL

✧ ‘He seems like a hot-head,’ she says. ‘Your guy.’

… ‘You got that from one meeting?’

‘I got that from the fucking leather jacket, bro … You ever heard of relaxed, easy going people, joining motorcycle gangs?’

APSPFPFPFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTT FUCKING SCREAAAAAMIGNSKSKSKS PORQUE MAS DE ALLA LA VERDA PUES like I do believe there are chill people who get involved in crime generally I’ve met a handful of chill drug dealers in my day but likeeeeee you really don’t fucking join a MOTORCYCLE gang if you’re super laid back

✧ ‘Beer and cigarettes,’ you answer dryly. ‘That’s his thing.’

‘Then do that. Make him a little cancer-hamper.’

ASD;LFKJA;LSDKJASKKSAKKSLDDFKJALKSJDO23I4029340131 A CANCER HAMPER???????? A CANCER HAMPER, LIKE I AM TRULY FUCKSIGNS JUST– BC LIKE THE SIMPLICITY BUT IT WILL 1000% WORK THERE IS NO DOUBT IN MY MIND SKKSKSK LIKE JFC GIVE NELA A NOBLE PEACE PRIZE FOR THE IDEA AND YOU A NOBLE PEACE PRIZE FOR THIS LINE OF DIALOGUE TYSM

✧ She hums, chewing the stud in her lip. ‘Probably should stay there. I forget the average person doesn’t like dead things staring at them.’ The irony is, Angel’s seen more death than either of you. Caused it, even.

not Reader lowkey shading Angel for the hypocrisy of being upset that an stuffed owl is staring at him knowing, thanks to Gilly, that the club specializes in “bodies at the border” meanwhile viewers may recall back in S1, that mercenary dude showed up and posed the body of that ole racist lady in Angel’s living and he barely batted an eye

✧ We’re good, he’s said. Relax. I’m just busy.

why do I fully feel like Angel thinks he’s so convincing with these, like “nah, they’re fine, they got it, they’ll move on” bc mans thinks so little of himself but thinks so much of his ability to lie KEKWK just underestimating the things he should be overestimating and vice versa like it really isksksk hay que pinshe mamón este wey

✧ He was pulling up to the clubhouse as you helped Chucky sort through a pile of donated hubcaps. Rusty, we trash, shiny, we keep.

SSKSKSKSKSK the way I can hear Chucky just repeating this over and over while they’re working

✧ ‘You still being weird about this?’

‘Nope … I don’t even know what *this* is, biche.’

OHHHHH BUT THE WAY THIS WOULD STING THO like no matter how much I might be in the wrong, this would make me feel so butthurt

✧ Of any of them, why did it have to be him? Why did it have to be his boss?

“WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE HIS BOSS” AAAAAAAAAAAAAJHHHHHHHHHHHHH KSKSKSKSKSKSKKSSKKKSK BC YOU KNEW I WAS GONNA READ THIS AT SOME POINT SKSKKSKKSKSKSK ALSO I AM FUCKING CRACKING UP TTHAT HIS INTRO IS TOILET FLUSH, EXITING THE BATHROOM LIEK HWY DOES IT SEEM CORRECTASLFASDJFALKSJHILARIOUS

✧ He’s leaning an elbow on the bar, with his body pointed toward you; come in, it says, come talk. It’s a rare enough gesture that you walk over to him like he’d said it aloud. ‘You and Angel?’ he clarifies once you’re close.

Sksksk ngl I love how much this smacks more of Reader is further *in* with the cool kids. High fives from Gilly, Coco, Creeper, now heart to hearts with big Papa Bispo siskskkksk also he does seem like someone who you’d really want to like you bc he doesn’t pay attention even tho me oppositionally defiant would immediately just “whatever, fight me. Everyone wants your approval? fuck this guy” bc I can’t simply agree with anything

✧ ‘He been extra annoying or something?’

He laughs. It’s a dry, humourless sound. ‘Yeah, actually.’

WHY IS THIS IS FOR SOME REASON REMINDING ME OF THAT TIME ANGEL WENT AT BISPO AND BC THIS MF LIKE A FUCKING FOOT SHORTER ASKDFSJKDFJSKDJ FKJSKDFJ YOU THINK IT’S ALL OVER BUT BISPO HULK-SMASH-BEAR-TACKLES HIM SKDSKKSK LIEK I FEEL READER WOULD LAUGH AS HARD AS I DID

✧ ‘I said no,’ Bishop continues. ‘Too much of a liability, even with Coco vouching for him. Kid wasn’t serious enough. Straight out of Chino, no job, no responsibilities…’

Like this makes so much sense to me but the fact that Bispo was just like, “I do not want to have to deal with taming this bitch” and pawns him off on Oakland sksksk

✧ ‘Gabe,’ he answers, like that one word explained it all. When you say nothing, he waits, then adds, ‘Gabriel? His old prison buddy?’

GAAAABE, THE RETURN OF GABE YESSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

✧ He nods. ‘I trusted Marcus’s judgement. He said he was useful. Loyal. I’d just lost a guy to the Sons,’ he explains, head tilting like he’s still rationalising it.

spoilt bc we already got Bispo but also like :eyes: does the mention of Marcus mean we’re going to get Marcus or is that too perfect a world

✧ You’ve heard enough about her, to have made up an image in your head, a figure without a face, only actions.

S;LDKJFS;LKDJF;ALKSJD NOT ME MORE FUCKING :EYES: DOES THE MENTION OF ADELITA MEAN THAT READER IS GOINGTO MEET HER AND LIEK WOULD THEY GET ALONG OR HATE EACH OTHER??? I REALLY DON’T KNOW altho feel like Adelita would intimidate tf out of Reader bc she’s inscrutable, ambitious and sooo fucking focused but I do love the idea of a blended fam situation where eventually Reader and Adelita get along and like Reader occasionally watches their kid so she can go off and be like askkskssj the face of the anti-corruption revolutionary movement in Mexico, except that’s entirely too ideal of an ending and and it’s you we’re talking about but hey, what do we have if not our dreams

✧ His response is quick, certain. ‘He doesn’t need another thing to worry about.’ You start to argue it, but he’s already there, cutting you off. Palm up and silencing. ‘I’m not saying you’re the problem … Potter’s the problem, dope is the fucking problem. … But the last thing Angel needs is more distractions.’

OGODDDDD THE WAY THIS IS EXACTLY HOW BISPO WOULD REACT THO LIKE NOT TRYING TO BLAME READER BUT ALSO PRAGMATIC IN A WAY THAT LISEK STILL MAKES READER (UNDERSTANDABLY) FEEL LIKE SHIT SKSKSKKS

✧ ‘You want to be involved, want work in the yard? Fine, free fucking country, do what you’re good at … Just, don’t make him worse, because then it’s a problem for all of us.’

Okay, sorry do I spy with my two giant eyes a compliment tucked in there with the “do what your good at?” P sure it’s the most veiled compliment ever but like it is there, right

✧ Really, it should offend you. The implication that you, alone, have more power over Angel than their violent, crumbling, business model. More power than a kidnapped fucking baby.

PFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTT NO BUT REALLY PUT THIS WAY SKSKSKSKS IS ACTUALLY FORREAL SO OFFENSIVE LIKE TF DOES THIS MAN THINK HE IS, I MEAN LIKE YES, HE’S THE BOSS BUT STILL, AS IF THOSE OTHER THINGS AREN’T AT PLAY. CMON BISPO … altho now that I think about it, it’s not like he can call Potter all, “hey can you maybe return his baby, so we can continue to Commit the Crimes that it’s your literal job to put a stop to” like he’s just addressing the thing he can but stilssdkfskks the way I would tell him to fuck all the way off with so far away with that which he would be mad and surprised by but also think was super hot, so that somehow I’d find myself - whoops! forgetting about Angel bc too busy making out with Bispo....er wait, wrong fic. That’s the fic I’d write, my b, my b

✧ Bishop’s only saying something now because he can, because you’d walked right into the sit-down. It’s damage control. It’s a man protecting his assets.

Not thiiiiiiis sneaky bitch using the fact that he’s ignored Reader up to this point to lure them into a conversation sksdfjslfjalsdkjf very on brand but also like god, it really was a fucking trap also Bispo, bb, maybe deal with that deep well of trauma and grief over your son’s death you still got in that pressure cooker head of yours, if you really wanna be a leader and set an example skefksjfksdjfs lo siento mi rey pero tu casa no está más limpia, no mames, mi chulo sksksk

✧ ‘Good,’ he replies, and then he breaks into a smile that catches you off guard. All white teeth and charm.

ASDKFSKDFJSKFJKSDJFKSKSKKSKSKSKSKKSKSKKSSKSKSKKSKSKKSKSKKSKSKSKKS I KNOW YOU DIDN’T WRITE THIS FOR ME BUT YOU WROTE IT FOR ME, RIGHT

✧ If it means anything, … I think you’re good for him. Before whatever the fuck happened the other day. It made a change, having you around.’

OHHHHBUT I AM PIKACHUWU, THE ARM PAT, THE FACT THAT HE’S NOT LIKE COMPETLE GARBAGE TO READER DESPITE RESERVATIONS

✧ Instead, you go for a different approach. Something so left field, that he might be confused enough to answer in a real, meaningful way. Might give you something other than, yep, sure. Who’s Gabriel? you type. Someone important?

OHHHHFUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKKUN PINSHE GENIOSKSKSKKS I WOULD NEVER HAVE THOUGHT TO DO THIS BUT IT’S AAAAABSOLUTELY THE BEST BAIT BC ANGEL’S GONNA BE LIKE “TF WAS TALKING TO YOU ABOUT GABE, TF DID THEY SAY????”DFKJASDK GAGGED, THRILLED, FLOORED BY THIS DEVELOPMENT

✧ Then, finally, your phone chimes with a reply. Angelito, at last.

OH WHAT DOES IT SAY. WHAT. TF. DOES. IT SAY. AND ANGELITO AT LAST !!!!! DON’T THINK IDIDN’T SEE TF YOU JUST DID THERE BC ISN’T THAT GABE’S NICKNAME FOR HIM TOO I AMSDFLKSJDF PT 7. YA. AHORITA.

when the crows come home, 6

parts: one / two / three / four / five & ao3 link

angel reyes x gn!reader, part 6 of ?, 5585 words, 18+ (alcohol use, mature language, mildly nsfw)

a/n: shout out to @drabbles-mc who is my crutch, my savour, my huge galaxy brain to pick apart every time that im stuck. also, so sorry but i’m killing our fun with angst this time round <3 classic me!

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He’s got you against the back of the door, kissing you into it, through it. Back into the living room with the others to watch. Be careful, Angel, any harder and they’ll have something to joke about again. You push your hips against his slightly, like that’ll stop it. Like the threat of falling into the hallway, with him down over you, was a real one to start with.

God, your mind’s racing. It’s thrumming behind your skull.

Angel, the party, Angel, party. Angel.

His palms are on the wood either side of your head, then your neck, your waist, down your arms until he’s at your wrists, and then it’s back to the flat of the door, with your hands pinned beneath his this time.

If you could go back to this morning and tell yourself what you were doing, who you were kissing, you’d have been met with resistance. You’d have laughed at yourself. Ridiculous. Stupid. Him, you’d say, today, with him?

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mysmelizabeth-blog · 8 years ago

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Hi! Could you do hcs (or scenarios, whichever you prefer) for Zen, Saeyoung, V & Saeran (I don't know if you do Vanderwood, if you do then it'd be nice for him too, but if you don't then just forget it XD), as to how would they react to a poor innocent & naive MC, like, so gullible that she got herself in trouble because someone told her to go with them and she listened because... because she's so gullible?;; Hope you have a nice day...!

I had the time of my LIFE writing this omg. I came up with a few different instances where our MC could get herself into trouble, so only one of them is specifically like the one in your ask, but I do hope you like them!

ZEN

The two of them were out on a date,getting some ice cream and just walking through the streets

It was the weekend, so there were plentyof people about, and Zen was just getting… a bad feeling about somethingpossibly happening to MC

Like his dreams, he always trusts hisintuition, so he was keeping a really close eye on her the entire time, enoughfor her to mention it

“Zen, you ok? You’ve been watching melike a hawk this whole date!” she joked

Feeling a little guilty, he laughed itoff and decided to let it go. He was pretty sure he wasn’t going to lose her,but that hunch kept scratching at the back of his mind:

She’s so cute, anyone would just want totake her!

And so naïve she’d probably just thinkthey were being nice and follow right along…

Little did Zen know he hit the nailright on the head. He had gone to the bathroom and asked MC to wait outside andliterally in the five minutes it took him to be gone, she had disappeared

d e a t h

He freaks out, asking people all overthe street if they’ve seen what they think sounds like a really genericdescription of a girl but to him it’s his princess, the love of his life, he can’t lose her so where is she

He wouldn’t have even found her if hehadn’t accidentally dropped his phone with all the frantic running around thathe was doing

When he bends down to retrieve it, outof the corner of his eye he sees her standing by the back of a white van ina secluded area, talking to some random creepy guy, and Zen can see two other guyssneaking around the other side

BEAST MODE ACTIVATED, AND NOT THE SEXYKIND

Now I don’t know if Zen has some kind ofwrestler or MMA fighter blood in him but he decimatesthose guys. No questions asked, he jumps into the fray and beats them tfdown

Takes MC home immediately and gives herlike a three-hour long lecture on stranger danger and did she never learn thiswhen she was a kid wtf MC

From then on he vows to always use thebathroom before they leave the houseor when they get home, plus The Buddy System™ is foolproof

SAEYOUNG

As we all know, Saeyoung is the type ofperson to use the same type of joke on different people until he gets thereaction he’s looking for

And from the moment he met her, Saeyoungcould tell MC was exactly the kind of gullible person his jokes would have theperfect effect on

He knew the perfect one to use

It had never worked on a single personup until now, but he felt confident that MC would be the one

They were hanging out, playing videogames and just generally goofing around like two idiots… but Saeyoung was everplotting out his move, the perfect moment to strike

MC offhandedly mentioned something andSaeyoung knew. The time was now.

He sighed deeply and said, “Man, thatreminds me so much of updog.”

MC was almost positive she had heardincorrectly, so not wanting to look like an idiot, she just didn’t reply andnodded quietly

Saeyoung was shook, and for just a moment his confidence faltered. He waspositive MC hadn’t heard the joke before… So why didn’t she fall for the line?No… there was no way MC knew.

Composing himself, he waited until theyhad reached a different topic of conversation and tried again, this timespeaking very clearly

“Oh, you mean kind of like updog?”

He was practically sweating with anticipation as he watched the telltale face-scrunchof confusion take over MC’s expression. The world moved as though inslow-motion as she opened her mouth, breathed in, and asked:

“Um, what’s up dog?”

Saeyoung died twice that day… once, fromthe onslaught of uncontrollable laughter that erupted from his body, and thesecond time, from the Bitch Slap of Rage issued to him by an extremely unamusedMC

Now, V knew that MC was an incrediblytrusting and sometimes naïve girl

But he had never witnessed her in theact of doing something majorly gullible, so he felt like he must have justassumed or that was just what her personality seemed like

He felt uncomfortable leaving her alonein the house sometimes when he left for long periods of time on trips, so hefelt like it would be a good idea to try leaving for short periods of time atleast once a week just to convince himself that she’d be safe

On one such day, he decided to make avisit to Jumin’s place and told MC that he’d return later that evening, so sheshould just order pizza around 7 and he’d be back by 7:30

He figured nothing could possibly happen

But oh lord was he wrong

V came back at 7:30, as promised, andopened the front door to hear a movie playing in the other room

He smiled to himself, thinking that hewould join MC and they’d have a nice, relaxing movie night where they couldjust cuddle on the couch

Walked through the kitchen, grabbed aslice of pizza on the way in (which was already halfway gone, to his confusion…MC didn’t usually eat that much or that fast), and walked into the TV room,opening his mouth to say: “I’m h—“

V’s plate fell on the floor as he tookin the scene before him:

MC, sitting on the couch, watching amovie with the pizza guy

“Hey, V! Jason here noticed I was bymyself and asked if I wanted some company till you came home!”

The guy is out within a matter ofseconds, so fast that MC barely has the opportunity to explain that nothinghappened and that she’s fine

As soon as the door shuts behind Jason,V e x p l o d e s with “He could have been a murderer or a burglar or a rapistor any other number of terrible things and you could have died or had somethingterrible happen to you and ANYTHING can happen in a half hour and”

This is a RARE side of V and he doesn’tstop talking for a good hour or so until MC finally gets him to calm down,promising she’ll never talk to or be involved with strangers in any way fromnow on

He actually has to pry himself from herside when he has to go on work trips though

SAERAN

MC gets a lot of emails since she worksfor the RFA

99% of the emails are valid, from gueststhat the RFA members suggest or close connections

But some emails are… Not so much

Saeran takes good care of MC and makessure she’s always protected, and looking scary helps when they’re in public tooand anyone thinks of getting too close

But he never expected her to be sogullible because that’s sort of the one thing he can’t protect her from. Plus,being so protective all the time doesn’t allow for many instances where she cando something gullible

But he learned a harsh lesson when oneday MC came swaggering into the room saying, “Saeran, we’re gonna be rich!”

There was a pause

Saeran’s eyes narrowed dangerously as heassumed there was a story behind this, and probably not a good one. “Explain.”

MC’s eyes light up as she tells thestory of how she received an email from a Nigerian prince who became aware thata distant relative of his was wrongly arrested and in need of help. The princeis fabulously rich, but can’t spend money at the moment and fervently asks MCfor her help

She continues, “He must know that theRFA is filled with important and sometimes rich people who would be willing togive him a hand!”

By the end of the story, Saeran’s handsare balled into fists and he’s struggling not to start screaming and yellingright off the bat

“So… did you… give this guy… any money?”

“Not yet, no! I figured I would let youknow before I did anything.”

Saeran practically melts into his chairfrom the pure relief washing over him like a tidal wave

He gets angry like a minute later ofcourse, because that was a really close call, and gives MC a long long longlong lecture on never paying attention to an email like that ever again, EVER.

Then tightens up the computer’s securitysystem because you can never be too careful with gullible MC

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