#'hey Laura aren't you missing one' no

[lauralot89]

Basil counts as a Sherlock, I do not take debate

[meazalykov]

gold or silver

laura freigang x reader

summary: you say words you don't mean.

warnings: reader's mentality is.. harsh in the beginning. jealousy. bits of angst.

it's the 40th minute and you were frustrated.

as an attacking midfielder, it seemed like you were doing everything.

you were helping the offense with your creative chances, you were clearing goals to help with the defense, picking up any pieces that horan or coffey failed to receive.

your body was tired and your mindset started shift into playing aggressively, anyway that will help you win against the germans.

by now, you'd start your aggressiveness with any other team-- but the germans had something special with you.

having two german parents made you eligible to play for the german national team. you were born in the United States and were raised in the US for your entire life-- the decision to pick a national team was hard.

back in 2018 when the united states promised to put you on the 2019 World Cup roster, you accepted.

it didn't help that they were the best team in the world at that point.

it made it special that you played for bayern munich, a bavarian club. most of the german girls on the gerwnt were your bestest friends, you've considered them to be your non-biological sisters.

one of those non-biological sisters, sydney, introduced you to laura back in 2021.

the both of you hit it off, the chemistry was undeniable and you've been with the older girl for 3 years now.

mallory swanson shoots the ball towards the goal in the 44th minute but it deflects off of the goalpost, the ball lands on your foot and you shoot the ball-- only for it to launch into the crowd.

you yelled in frustration as sam reassures you that you'll get it next time-- again. this was your third huge opportunity of the night and you didn't make a single goal yet.

nobody did. its nil-nil.

when the referee blows the whistle for halftime, you groaned out in frustration. hearing this, trinity jogs by your side as you both head back to the dressing room.

sitting down by your locker in the dressing room, you cling onto the bottom of your red shorts and take a sip of water out of your gatorade bottle.

the entire dressing room was frustrated-- the many missed chances wasn't acceptable.

after emma came in the dressing room, surprisingly calm while talking about the switches in play, you look up to the ceiling in silence.

"hey y/n." sophia places her hand on your right knee. you look towards her and raised your eyebrow, signaling for her to talk to you.

"are you okay?" sophia asks with a light smile.

"not really, are you okay?" you ask back.

sophia shrugs her shoulders, "I've been better."

that response breaks a smile from you.

"I just want to help you guys score, or at least score myself, I hate this deadlock we are in." you speak, going to take another sip of your water bottle after.

"I'll score for you and the team in the second half, I promise." sophia says.

"but honestly, I thought that your bad mood might've been about playing against laura and your german friends." sophia continues.

"no-- not really." you place your water bottle down and bend down to fix your cleat laces.

"huh?" sophia says, surprised.

"I mean, I am determined to help us get a medal. I'm not letting a relationship get in the way of our dreams." you say.

"and I know laura thinks the same way. yes, I am a little scared that she will resent me if we win and she doesn't-- but if that is a huge problem for her, maybe we aren't meant to be." you continue.

sophia knits her eyebrows together as you finish tying your cleats.

"she wouldn't resent you. are you saying that you would have resent for her if germany wins tonight?" Sophia asks.

"no, because I'll make sure they wouldn't win." you say, standing up and jogging out of the dressing room.

in the 61st minute, you push down and block a huge chance coming from nicole-- your girlfriend's frankfurt teammate.

seeing her fall after her failed chance, you walk up to her and help her when you realize that she had a cramp in her leg.

laura is subbed on her nicole afterwards, which made you feel nervous.

seeing her come onto the field, your tough façade faded away at the sight of her. you couldn't play mean when it came to her-- she made you feel loved and soft.

you didn't think it, but subconsciously, you make a note to be aggressive towards every other player except for her-- unless you absolutely had to.

in the 72nd minute, laura gets the ball and nearly gets the goal against the united states. noticing the position between her and crystal dunn, you reached your hand up because she was offside.

when the ref called for it offside, laura walks closer to you frustrated.

something inside of you feels heartbroken when she walks by you without bothering to look at you-- or gives you a signal that she notices you.

did she hear your conversation with sophia? no way, the American locker rooms aren't near the german ones.

was it because you were the first to urge the referee to call off-side? maybe.

in the 94th minute, you ran the ball up the field and passed it to mallory.

mallory, seeing no free space thanks to feli and kathy, passes the ball back to you. as you get the ball and dribble around feli, you pass the ball over to sophia.

berger fails to grab the ball from sophia's feet as she shoots the ball into the undefended goal.

1-0.

you feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins as you dart towards sophia, who’s grinning like she’s just won the entire tournament. 

she practically tackles you in the celebration as you both crash to the ground, your teammates piling on top of you. 

the scoreboard flashes 1-0, and the realization hits you—you’re just minutes away from securing a spot in the gold medal match.

you finally stand up, breathless and exhilarated, giving sophia another congratulatory hug. you gave the assist and she got the goal.

she smiles at that thought, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she points at you and says, "i told you i’d score a goal for you."

"and it was perfect, soph!" you laugh, your heart swelling with pride and affection.

your voice carries your excitement, and for a moment, the world seems to pause around you, focusing only on the joy of the moment.

but then, out of the corner of your eye, as you’re jogging back into position, you catch sight of laura. 

she’s not far, standing near the center circle, her posture stiff, eyes fixed on you with a mix of confusion and something else—something you can’t quite place. 

her brows are knitted together, and she’s biting the inside of her cheek, a habit you know all too well. 

you feel a pang of guilt but push it down, focusing on the game at hand.

laura’s mind races as she replays your words in her head. "scoring a goal for you?" the phrase echoes, unsettling her. 

of course, she trusts you—she has to. but seeing you so close to sophia, hearing the way you cheered for her, stirs a gnawing insecurity within her.

she shakes her head, trying to rid herself of the thoughts. now’s not the time. there’s a game to win, and the germans are still in it—barely.

the game restarts, and you see laura moving with renewed determination. she’s pushing forward, trying to lead her team to an equalizer. every touch she makes on the ball is sharp, decisive, but there’s an edge to her play now, something almost desperate. 

you can’t help but feel a twist in your gut every time she gets close to the goal. she has to be stopped, even if she doesn’t want to be. 

in the 96th minute, laura receives the ball just outside the box. she fakes a shot, sending emily off balance before cutting inside. 

your heart skips a beat as you watch, silently praying she doesn’t score. it’s a terrible thought, but you can’t help it. the idea of seeing her disappointment if she misses, or the tension if she scores, is almost too much to bear.

laura shoots, the ball curling towards the far post, but it’s just inches wide. the ball goes into the crowd and you exhale a breath you didn’t know you were holding. the sight of laura with her hands on her head, staring at the missed opportunity, brings a lump to your throat.

when the final whistle blows, the stadium erupts in cheers for the USWNT, but your gaze is locked on laura. she’s sitting on the grass, staring at the ground. your feet move before you can think, crossing the pitch to her.

you should be celebrating with your team, but that's not your main concern. as much as you said it did in the locker room. 

“laura,” you whisper as you reach her, crouching down. 

laura looks up at you, her eyes tired and exhausted, and for a moment, the world falls away. it’s just you and her, and the weight of the game feels inconsequential compared to the heaviness between you.

“i’m sorry,” you say, knowing it’s not enough, but it’s all you have at the moment.

“it’s okay. you deserved the win.” laura shakes her head, managing a small, sad smile. her voice is soft, but there’s a crack in it that makes your chest tighten.

“it’s just a game, laur. we’re still us. and i believe that you guys will go and win bronze.” you reach out, gently brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. 

she nods, but her eyes tell a different story—a story of doubt, of worry, of wondering if the game really is just a game, or if it’s something more. something that could wedge itself between the both of you.

“i saw how you looked at sophia,” she admits, her voice barely audible. 

“what did she mean by ‘scoring for you’?”

you open your mouth to respond, but the words catch in your throat. how can you explain that it was just a friendly promise, a moment of celebration? that it means nothing compared to what you have with laura? you can see the doubt in her eyes, and it scares you.

“it was nothing, i swear,” you say, squeezing her hand. 

“sophia’s just… sophia. she’s engaged to michael and i do not have feelings for her outside of platonic ones. you’re the one i’m with, the one i love.”

laura takes a deep breath, nodding again, but you can tell the seed of doubt has been planted. 

the victory feels hollow now, and as you pull her into a hug, you can’t shake the feeling that this game has cost you something far more important than a spot in the gold medal match.

so much for what you said in the locker room at halftime. you’re terrified that you might’ve manifested something. 

you hold laura close, feeling the tension in her body as she tries to keep her emotions in check. 

the cheers and celebrations around you fade into the back of your mind, replaced by the sound of her uneven-- and tired--breathing. 

you hate this—the way the game has twisted something as pure as your love for each other into a source of tension.

“laur,” you murmur against her hair, trying to comfort her as you sit on the grass, 

“you’re the one i’m going to go home with after this all ends. none of this changes that.”

she pulls back slightly, her eyes searching yours, trying to find reassurance in your words. 

“but it does, doesn’t it? we’re always on different sides out here, and it feels like… i don’t know, like we’re not on the same team anymore– i mean we aren’t physically– but i mean with us.”

the vulnerability in her voice breaks your heart. you never wanted this—never wanted to be the reason she felt insecure or doubted what you have together. 

you cup her face gently, your thumb brushing away a tear that threatens to spill over.

“we’re always on the same team in this relationship,” you say firmly, hoping your conviction can bridge the gap that’s opened between you. 

“what happened on this field stays here. it’s just a game, but you and me? it exists everywhere else.”

laura looks down, her lips pressed into a thin line. “it’s hard to separate it sometimes, you know? watching you celebrate with her, hearing what you said echoing outside of the locker room at halftime… it hurt, y/n.”

the honesty in her words cuts deep, your heart drops and you feel a huge wave of guilt hit you. she heard what you said. 

you wish you could go back, change how you reacted, change what you said to sophia, change how you celebrated. but you can’t. all you can do is try to make it right now.

“i didn’t mean to say that.. or to hurt you,” you whisper, your voice thick with emotion. 

“sophia and i—we’re just friends. she was just trying to cheer me up, that’s all. i don’t think that you’ll hate me like I said in the locker– the emotions of this game were just–” you cut yourself off, finding no excuses. 

“you’re the one i care about, the one who matters to me.” you say with full sincerity. 

“I know that, but it’s hard when we’re out here, competing like this. i don’t want to feel like i’m fighting for you.” laura’s eyes soften, but there’s still a shadow of doubt lingering. 

the feeling of playing against you all of the time is starting to catch up to the german girl.

she's never been your teammate on the pitch, just an opponent or rival.

“you’re not,” you insist, your grip on her tightening as if you could physically hold her fears at bay. 

“you have all of me, laura. there’s no one else, and never will be.” you stare into her eyes. 

she nods slowly, taking in your words, and you can see the conflict in her eyes begin to ease, if only slightly. 

“i want to believe that,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper. “but this… it’s just hard.”

you pull her into another hug, wanting to shield her from the pain, to show her that nothing has changed between you. 

“i love you, laur,” you say, the words a promise as much as a declaration. 

“we’ll get through this, together. when you win that bronze medal, i promise i’ll be there to celebrate with you.”

laura lets out a shaky breath, her arms wrapping around you tightly. “i love you too,” she murmurs against your shoulder. 

“i just… i don’t want to lose you and three years of us to this– to a football match if anything.”

“you won’t,” you assure her, pulling back just enough to look her in the eyes. 

“we’ll figure it out. we always do.” you say. this is true, you guys have solved small disagreements before and have made compromises. 

a small, fragile smile forms on her lips. not caring about any cameras or teammates that could see it– you lean in, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. 

the sound of your teammate, sam, calling your name pulls you back to the present. you know you have to go, to join them in celebrating the victory, but you’re reluctant to leave laura’s side. 

you’d stay by her side forever if you could. ninety minutes of rivalry exhausted you. 

laura notices your look at sam and gives you a small nod.

“go,” she says, her voice steadier now. “you deserve to celebrate. i’ll be okay.”

“are you sure?” you hesitate, searching her face for any lingering doubts. 

“i’m sure. we will talk more later back home, okay?” she smiles, a bit more convincingly this time.

you nod, pressing one last kiss to her lips before standing up.

the joy of the journey towards gold feels muted, but as you jog back to your team, you glance over your shoulder at laura. 

she’s watching you, and there’s a small smile on her face, one that tells you she’s trying to be okay..

as you rejoin your teammates, the cheers and laughter envelop you, but your mind is still on laura. 

the victory with your national teammates is bittersweet, a reminder of the delicate balance you have to maintain between your love and your rivalry when playing on the national level– even club level since you play for bayern and she plays for frankfurt.

but you’re determined to make it work, to ensure that no game, no matter how important, comes between you and the woman you love.

you’re determined to show laura that she’s the most important part of your life—on and off the field.

well, after you win that gold medal for your team. 

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[jay-arts-t]

October slide is up on us chronically ill individuals so here are some Logan, Laura and Wade headcanons.

I'd like to think Logan experiences pretty similar symptoms to EDS (So more like HSD since they may not experience all related symptoms) since his joints have to hold together adamantium bones. He gets that deep aching twang in his knees, his back hurts more no matter what position he sleeps in.

Wade jokes that he's going into hibernation because Logan starts to struggle with getting up in the morning - not because he's a lazy lump, he just can't bring himself to get out of the warm little pile they've got going on. But once Wade realizes it's because Logan gets chronic pain as well he's investing in an electric blanket to keep them all warm. Logan lives in that blanket now. Their electric bill is through the roof.

I imagine whenever something dislocates or drifts he just casually shoves it back in place as best he can, unless it's his ribs. There isn't much he can do about it. The first time he mentioned that his ribs drift Wade went, "I'm sorry your WHAT?? Put them back???" while Laura just nodded in understanding

Laura experiences pretty similarly to Logan since they have the same conditions. Well, at least in the movie franchise they both have fully adamantium skeletons. I think in the comics they surgically removed her claws, coated them in adamantium and re-implanted them. Pretty sure they did the same thing with Daken with the muramasa blade- but that's a whole can of worms for another time.

I think Laura gets a lot more of the internal issues rather than a lot of joint pain. Yes it's still there, but she has a harder time with stomach pain, her periods are more painful because even internal tissue is affected by EDS. So essentially if she's having a Not Fun Time™ she's crawling over to Logan and using him as a heating pad. Which Logan doesn't mind because 1 Yippie Daughter Time, 2 Yippie Affection, and 3 the pressure feels good on his joints and they both end up falling asleep for the lovable 3pm 6-hour nap.

Laura 🤝 Wade - silly patterned compression socks. You will never see that woman not wearing them. She gets Logan Garfield ones and he wears holes into them.

Once the first leaf falls from the trees Wade is BUNDLED. Warm hat? Check. 3 shirts, 2 hoodies, 2 pants plus compression leggings, 3 socks, and a big ol' winter coat. Logan calls him ridiculous and reminds him that winter and autumn aren't as consistent as they used to be, and they'll probably be back in the 80s the next day. But Wade isn't hearing any of it. He's staying vigilant. He knows his body. It doesn't matter if it's hot or cold, as soon as fall hits his body is like, "hey you know that healing factor you have? Damn where'd it go???"

Laura gets him a portable heating pad.

Vanessa helps Logan learn about what foods are easy on Wade's stomach and which ones to avoid making so he's not in more pain than he already is.

Once winter hits Logan is happy because he's lone wolf cringe and likes the silence and solidarity of winter. Baby you're not getting that in the inner city parts of New York. You're getting slush in the sidewalks and the distinct smell of artificial salt and probably most definitely sewage.

On the other hand, Laura and Wade are miserable. They miss summer. Everything was better when it was hot. Their only reprieve is that it's soup season and also hot beverages are more available (besides coffee, though Laura is a big coffee person. Logan hates it, she calls him a pussy. Wade also hates it unless it's iced with 800 pumps of vanilla and caramel and creamer (real)). I think Wade would be a big eggnog lover but it destroys his stomach. Logan has caught him chugging the carton in the middle of the night. It was disgusting. Logan does the same thing with apple cider.

That's all I got for now

[ryanslaura]

the quarry - aftermath CHAPTER THREE

let's GOOOO

And still, I find it so hard To say what I need to say But I'm quite sure that you'll tell me Just how I should feel today -Blue Monday Song by New Order

RYAN

“I can't believe you weren't there to cheer me on.” Sarah grumbles for what feels like the 100th time.

“I literally was on the other side of the field, the only place with open seats!” Because you made us late! I don't add.

“Why didn't you just move to the other side?!”

This conversation has been going on since we left the game - after the walk to the car, during which she didn't speak to me at all.

My hands clutch the steering wheel as I bite back a mean remark. Why does she have to be like this? She used to be so sweet and fun when…

When our parents were around.

“What has been going on with you Sarah? Why don't you tell me things anymore?” I cut my eye at her, trying to focus on her and the road.

She smacks her lips and rolls her eyes, flopping against the passenger seat as much as she can in a seatbelt. “Because no matter what I tell you, you always make it into a lecture or a problem to solve. I can't ever just be not okay.” She sighs and suddenly she seems a lot older than her 12 years. “Ever since mom and dad left you've been insufferable.”

I shoot her a look, a little tickled at her word usage. She likes to do this thing where she brings home the words she learns by using them in conversation. It used to be an inside joke between us. Maybe it still can be.

“Insufferable? Can I get the definition please?” I give her an expectant side eye and cross into the right lane to get on the freeway. Only 40 minutes until home, yay. Maybe Sarah not attending this school anymore will be a good thing.

She's silent for a while and I notice I'm holding my breath. Is she really going to leave me hanging?

“Insufferable; too extreme to bear; intolerable as used in; “My brother Ryan is insufferable when he treats everything like it's his fault.”

I'm starting to wish she didn't give me the definition.

“But it is my fault.” I want to say. My fault I'm not enough to take care of her schooling, my fault that I can't do everything right so she's not pissed at me all the time, my fault that Chris is no longer here to give me advice to help me through all this shi-

One minute my eyes are on the nearly empty freeway, next minute that thing from camp is in front of us and I can physically feel the presence of Travis Hackett and Laura Kearney in the car with us. It's not possible that this is actually happening but I can feel my heartbeat racing and the hair on my neck standing up and the sound of someone yelling gradually making its way into my ears.

“...stop…Ryan calm down…RYAN WATCH OUT!"

Hands that aren't mine grab the steering wheel and wrench it to the right as my eyes readjust to the once empty freeway - now much more populated - and the car we just narrowly missed flies by.

Wait we? Did Laura or Travis grab the wheel? I look over to the passenger seat for a moment, ready to thank whichever one it is-

And there is my sister, gripping the dashboard and breathing hard, eyes wide with fear.

“Sarah?”

Her eyes are wide but when she looks at me her gaze is clear and straightforward. “Don't worry about it, okay? I saved the day.”

My mind feels like it's taking things in slowly but then it comes rushing back - the baseball game, the mini argument we had earlier-

-the car I would have crashed into the back of if not for Sarah.

My heart drops, my stomach turns and my hands grip the steering wheel tighter than ever. I almost killed her. I almost killed us.

There aren't any fancy words I can think of to describe how bad I feel. Silence hangs over us as we get ready to turn on our street, but even though the freeway and the almost accident are behind us, I keep reliving it each time I blink. I need to get off the road now before I cause another one.

Sarah speaks at the final stop sign before our block. “Hey so, are we still gonna watch Cloverfield later?” her voice is smaller than it usually is and I know why - she's still afraid we're going to hit something. Don't worry Sarah, I think cynically you don't have to fake wanting to spend time with me just because I almost killed us.

But then I remember that we've been doing that for a while, watching horror movies together and laughing at how fake everything looks. I never told her what happened at camp, just that it was an unfortunate situation, and when she asks about our friend Chris, I usually deflect with something like him being on a long vacation. And the horror movies help things make more sense - no way those things that happened were real. It was 4 years ago and about time for me to accept the facts; someone played an elaborate trick on us and I committed murder because of it; because that inconsiderate brat Laura was convinced we had to.

Why didn't I fight her on it? There had to have been a different way to end the carnage. Why didn't I just-

“Ryan you missed the turn. Our house is like…five houses back.” Sarah says matter of factly. At least she sounds less scared now, but the damage has been done. The least I can do is make it up to her.

“Yeah, we can still do Cloverfield tonight.” I sound almost hoarse, but Sarah just nods and says,

“And you better not cancel because of homework. You were supposed to finish it all last night.”

“No canceling from me.” I try giving her a smile but it feels like more of a grimace, especially because I left out the part about my homework still not being done. As much as I love my animation stuff, it can wait for one more night spending time with Sarah before I do the thing I promised I'd never do:

Call our grandparents to take Sarah away to live with them.

Even though she's going to hate me for it, it's the right thing to do and they've been asking me to let them help for years. They will finally get their wish.

But when I pull up to our house, I see that our grandparents have beat me to it; they're stranding in the driveway next to their ancient Cadillac and the massive mobile home they basically live in behind it, just barely fitting inside the small space.

“What are Gramma and Grandad doing here?” Sarah questions, peering out at them with a slow and definitely not genuine wave.

One thought crosses my mind as I pull up to park in front of our house; We won't even get to watch our movie.

[vaginawoolf666]

can you write a 500 word story about virginia woolf and laura palmer meeting in heaven Question Mark

Okay I guess: Laura walked forward through the pearly gates, her feet heavy and the coke burning in her nostrils. She was told that dying meant the pain would end, but it hadn't stopped. She was shaken by the remaining humanness that contributed to the ache in her bones and the twinge in her chest when she thought of the few things she'd left for her friends to find. Upon entering, she saw something with a vague familiarity, a large white horse. Maybe she'd seen a picture of it somewhere. Maybe deja vu was the ultimate side-effect of dying. She didn't care. She always knew she'd die young, since she'd first encountered his silhouette in the dark corners of her bedroom. But Bob wasn't here. He was condemned to another realm entirely and to the brief moments where he could inhabit the lives of others. Who she did see was a a woman of middle age, hair arranged perfectly and eyes cast on something Laura couldn't see. She approached her.

"Hey," she said, "I think I'm lost."

The woman was silent but pulled a few large stones from her pockets. Upon closer examination, Laura realized she was drenched, her clothes pulling against the contours of her body. The droplets of water hung mid-air, and Laura realized who she was speaking to.

"I've read your work. You're Virginia Woolf aren't you?"

Virginia nodded. Laura noticed then that her mouth was gone, as if she'd run out of things to say and it had disappeared from disuse. She brought her fingers to her own mouth and frowned.

Laura recounted reading Mrs. Dalloway in school. Well, she'd read parts of it. Donna would remind her of certain particulars and minor plot points between classes, before pop quizzes and discussions. Donna loved how the domesticity and banality of Dalloway's interpersonal dramas made Twin Peaks feel bigger than it was.

Was it all really gone? The Double R and the Great Northern? The perfume counter at Horne's. Not that she'd miss everything. Maybe she was mostly glad she wouldn't have to see Ben Horne again. Never have to choose between Bobby and James.

"Mrs. Woolf," she said, "Will I lose my mouth?"

Virginia shook her head and pulled out a pen and paper. She wrote a single word and passed it back to Laura. It said "punishment".

Laura felt the corners of her mouth sink. No. There couldn't be punishment. It was all supposed to be over now. She saw her future in heaven stretch out before her, the long peace replaced by atonement and having her ears snatched or her nose pulled away from her face. And she could smell something burning, though she wasn't sure if it was real or a memory of the last night she'd spent on Earth.

"Hey," Laura said, drawing Virginia's attention away from the note she was hurriedly scribbling, "Are we in heaven or not."

Virginia pocketed the note and began to write a new one: three short words in her lovely script.

"No such thing"

[daylilifiedsundrewdrops]

Tape Recording #3.

[ CLICK ] Goo-oood Morning, Mr. Tape Recorder! Or, well, Evening. But I just woke up from a short lil' nap, so whatevs. Oh, you will not believe today. So today is Friday, meaning tomorrow is.. Drum rolls please.. [They're slapping their hands on the table to make a drum noise.]

Tada! The weekends. Hopefully, this time, Mom will allow me to go with my classmates to their Gala. I heard from Sofia with an S and Zophia with a Z that they get ice cream and free restaurant food. Anywaayyyysss, that's not the only good news today. So, remember yesterday when I said that begging might get Ms. Joana to give me those flowers for free? I decided to try it, and she actually gave me some! Maybe out of pity but I don't care 'cause I got a bundle of- [Rustling. They pick something up.] -Piiinnnkkk roses up here. Look at them, Mr. Tape Recorder, aren't they beautiful? .... Glad to know you agree with me. Aside from that, I got only one headache in the past hours! Normally, I'd get like 4 or 5 and then 2 more while recording or after recording. Isn't that just fantasti-licious? Anyway, Anyway... Right, so remember that art contest I talked about when I first set you up? okay like, apparently, it'll come ask for volunteers at our school next week. That's too long and honestly, I deserve to be on that stage! Hopefully they come on Monday. And- Oh! I forgot, so I read 7 books today for the readathon. They were short but... Hey, they're still books. '' City of The Light '' By Mel Olbourne, '' The Clock '' By Ikira Nitto, '' Havens '' By... How do you even pronounce this? ...Never mind. Next, '' Darkened Skies '' By Evvon H. Jhelen. '' Dragon's Life '' By Sarah Dallimon, '' Time '' By Kirron KK, and lastly, '' Is He Here? '' By uh.... Zeus Tellisman. I feel like the other kids are reading more books than I am a day. Or maybe I'm just really slow. Oh well! Soo, some kids, don't really know who, but some kids decided to graffiti some art on the alleyway halls, like the one at the back of Wilvewood Highschool. Didn't know until I overheard some kids gossiping about it but apparently it was just some random letters, with some crossed out. '' Pa'z oly '' ...At least, I think that's what they said. Did I ever mention that my memory is good when I'm not rushing things? No? Okay. Speaking of which, 2 kids from Wilvewood high also went mssing. And only one today too. Laura from the kindergarten section. You know, usually I don't feel bad about the missing kids, but Laura is an exception. Not because I like her, no.. But uh, because she was a kindergartener, I guess. I feel bad for her parents. [Inaudible mumbling.] ...On a more positive note, I- shrk- [They curse under their breath. Another headache? And they thought they broke their usual headache streak.] [ 5 Minutes. ] [ 10 Minutes. ] [ 20 Minutes. ] [ 25 Minutes, ] [ 30-

Sorry, gosh, that headache was worse than all the others... Ugh.... Let me just end this quickly... I got home late and got scolded by my mother... So now I'm hungry and shit. Ugh, Sorry, Mr. Tape Recorder, I think I have to go to bed.. What is up with me this past week?

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[gratisdiamanten]

One thing solely missing from dead dove maxiel fic is age gap emphasis. Like sometimes there’s a cute mention but it has zero impact on their actual relationship or behavior or like other’s peoples reactions, like in ‘canon’ max was 16!!! when max signed and started testing and the media was all up in arms about his age, like that should totally carry over to his relationship. Also that he was kinda forced to grow up under the media and how that impacts him mentally and how his personality allows him maturity in that way. Also how at the same time his younger siblings were being born. Idk max is just So Interesting. You could murder the dove in hundreds of ways but squab is so under utilized honestly. Lots of things to exploit here, for daniel, jos, christian, helmut ect ect

No literally! He was like... a kid... I know age gaps aren't really actually harped on that hard, because they're all rich as fuck and no one gives a rat's ass what a rich man does. But still, be serious... they would get at least some scrutiny. Someone would say hey is this not a little weird? Even removed from homophobia, someone (me) would be weirded out. But of course Max thinks he is ready for everything. Why wouldn't he? Everyone in his life told him he was. Everyone around him failed him.

My favorite dead dove, like, plot/theme mechanisms are like. Subverting either their stereotypical roles which we know are Max as anxious and pessimistic and Daniel as happy-go-lucky and optimistic; or their narrative arcs (giving Daniel everything he wanted ever and forcing him to reckon with the consequences, or isolating and dooming Max with no closure - when both are not true to them irl whatsoever!). Like for example, Daniel as well-liked and extremely successful in a prestigious environment. Or Max put into the "dead girl" horror trope or "dead child" trope, ie Danny Latimer in Broadchurch, Laura Palmer from Twin Peaks, or Alice Palmer from Lake Mungo. Max's irl story is insanely good and healing with closure for HIM! So because they're so WRONG they catch your attention... and expand the range of either character.

[theoracleofgiana]

Aromantic Meeting

(Happy aromantic week! This is unfortunately not canon due to many of the characters not knowing the others. However, in an alternative universe this would 100% happen :). Hope you enjoy it and I am sorry if I get things wrong.)

Deus shuffled nervously. Mary Ann gives him an annoyed look. "Deus, we're going to miss the meeting completely if we stay out here," Teresa points out to the black-haired mimic. Deus just gives the other two a pleading look. "Deus, no one's gonna give you a hard time because you don't know if you're on the spectrum," Mary Ann says with a shake of her head. Teresa nods her agreement. When Deus drops his head, the two know they've won. Grabbing both sides of Deus, the three head inside.

Between Jayden's reassuring words and Brooklynn's laughter, Rosalie just wanted to go home. She never wanted to be her in the first place but Marcie had forced her. The things Rosalie did for that woman. "It'll be okay, Rose," Jayden tells her with a soft smile. Of course, it'd be okay for Jayden. She knew what she was and it's commonly known what she was. Rosalie knew she was cupioromantic, but would others accept that? She had always felt other people on the aromantic spectrum would look down on her or tell her she was wrong. Rosalie hadn't noticed Brooklynn moving in front of her. "Hey Rose," Rosalie's head snapped up to meet Brooklynn's eyes. "The people in there are going to accept you. You're just as much aro as me and Jay, do you understand?" Brooklynn's graze was piercing and her tone was steady. Rosalie nods, grateful for Brooklynn's bluntness. "Good. Now, get up and be the confident Rose we know," Brooklynn says with a smirk. She gets up and offers her hand to Rosalie who takes it. Rosalie takes a deep breath and loops her arms through the others. The three all go inside. 

Inside the building, Emilia is messaging someone on her watch clearly upset. Allison, after being a good host and showing the people who came in where the snacks and drinks were, returns to Emilia with an inquisitive look. "What's wrong?" She asks startling Emilia a bit. Emilia recovers quickly and gives her a sad smile. "A friend of mine is nervous to come," She explains with a few hand gestures. "I'm worried cause I think this may help them out of their shell." Allison nods and thinks for a moment. When they had the idea of a place for Aro and Aces to come hang out, the two of them were nervous about how it would be received. This small get-together for Aromantic Week was just the start of the club events they hoped to host. They needed all the hope they could get. "Let me talk to her," Allison suggests with her hand out. Emilia hesitates for a moment before handing the watch over. "Good luck," She says to Allison before moving to greet the others. Allison looks at the watch's holographic messages. She immediately knows who Emilia was talking to. Laura, She types with new resolve, Going to this meeting will help you understand more. Aren't you curious if there are others like you? Laura's chat stats typing then goes away. After a few seconds, it comes back. Fine. 

Once everyone arrived, Emilia and Allison directed the group to a circle of chairs. Emilia sat down and gave a smile that eased serval people's nerves. "Well, since this event is in honor of Aros I'm assuming most of you are on the spectrum?" It's phased as a question and many people nod their answer. Her smile grows wider. "Well, my co-host here is Ace, so I'm most in charge of this event today but she's here for support if you need it," Emilia gestures to Allison who sits next to her. "With that out of the way, does anyone feel comfortable telling the group where they are on the spectrum?" People look at each other nervously until Rosalie stands up. "I'm Rosalie Willow and I am cupioromantic," To everyone else Rosalie spoke with confidence, in reality, Rosalie was terrified. "That's wonderful!" Emilia's eyes were full of pride for Rosalie. It caused the fairy to smile widely and sit down happily. Taking the initiative, Mary Ann stood up. "I'm Mary Ann Evo and I am aromantic," She tells the group while most looking at Deus. "Amazing," Emilia's praise makes Mary Ann stand a little taller before she sits down. Jayden stands up this time albeit a little hesitant. "I'm Jayden Rivers and I'm ace. I'm here to support two of my friends," Allison gives Jayden a thumbs up. "That's perfectly fine. Everyone needs someone to support them sometimes," Emilia tells Jayden causing Jayden to smile happily and sit down. Laura stands up next still a little on edge. "I'm Laura Yellen and I'm demiromantic," Pride swells in Emilia at her friend's introduction. "That's excellent," Allison tells Laura as Emilia stares at her. Laura chuckles softly and sits down. Teresa stretches a little as she stands up. "Hey, everyone, I'm Teresa Vymor. I'm just plain aromantic," She says to the group with a bit of flair. "That's still brilliant," Emilia tells Teresa who smiles in return and sits down. Brooklynn stands up with a faint smile. "I'm Brooklynn Maron and I'm an aroace," Brooklynn seems content with her intro and sits down almost immediately. "That's marvelous Brooklynn," Emilia still complements the girl which in turn makes Brooklynn's faint smile come back. Finally, it was Deus's turn. He gulps nervously before standing up. "I'm Deus, and I'm uh ace. I think I'm on the aromantic spectrum but I'm not sure," He says while staring at the ground. "That's perfectly okay Deus. Sometimes we don't have a label for things or it takes some time to know who we are," Emilia reassures the man. Deus smiles and nods not trusting his voice. He almost wants to cry at the words Emilia has said. It's as if those were the words he needed to hear all along. He sits down quickly. Emilia stands up as the only one not had a turn (Besides Allison who shook her head when being asked to go). "I'm Emilia Ochre and I am idemromantic," She tells the group smile never leaving her face. Both Laura and Rosalie visibly seem happier at her words. After all the introductions, they start talking amongst themselves. 

When the group finishes the meeting, it's already dark. Everyone is happy and they all agree to meet every other Friday to hang out. New friends are formed and others gain more confidence in themself and their sexuality. Emilia and Allison could not be happier and couldn't wait to host the next meeting. 

(A/n: I'm sorry it's not the best. I'm happy I could write these characters meeting and making friends with each other. Again, happy Aro week! I hope all aro's a good week this week (and all other weeks of course)! Hope you enjoyed, bye!)

[urguidingkey]

hello :) 5, 8, 12 for general. 5 and 12 for Namine :)

hey laura :) 💞

5. Favorite world?

there's just no beating kh1 hollow bastian for me, i adooore it. on top of being aesthetically gorgeous and a perfect climax to kh1's story, i also think it's a really fun level to play!!

twilight town does come close, however :)

but those are EASY. my favorite DISNEY world is probablyyyy.... timeless river honestly :) i wish it was a little bit bigger, but i think it's adorable and integrated super well

8. Which moment do you think is the funniest?

unintentionally and intentionally both, there are simply too many to count.

i have soft spots for "mickey! it's riku! they put bugs in him!" "WHAT?"

and also sora donald and goofy cracking up over pete looking forward to finding maleficent when they know they killed her in 1. what is their damage, seriously...

12. Favorite platonic ship?

answered!! 😌

naminé time...

5. What's their best moment?

probably her strongest moment is "oh. i understand. no one wants to keep a bunch of memories that aren't real, right? you want to remember the people who are really important to you. anybody would choose that :)"

i also really really like when she breaks in to confront sora in destiny islands when he's at the height of his delusion, and has to argue against her own fabricated self to convince him of the truth... golden stuff here, golden stuff

12. A character they haven't interacted with that they totally should?

Ventus!!! i think they could be really good friends :) naminé's best friend at this point in the series is probably riku and no offense to my beloved boy but she could probably benefit from having a more positive person in her life who isn't sora

also ven is missing a lot of his memories and naminé can help with that!!! perfect way to give her something to do!

i'm sure ven also understands loneliness better than a lot of other characters... they could support each other in that :') 💞