#(tried to make a cake it went soooooo bad)

[youngpettyqueen]

headcanon that whenever Peg's annoyed with BJ and wants to full name him she just makes up names. she uses different ones each time so he can never prepare himself for what's coming

[klarex]

Hello Author!

May I politely ask for the The Bad guys celebrating readers birthday?

One for all of them platonically,

And then maybe individually for their partners?

it's my birthday so 👉👈

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! This is hcs, I'm sorry if you wanted oneshots or something different, but hope this is what you meant. And I'm sorry if I'm late for it, you know school, but I tried to write it as fast as possible and boy I haven't been writing this fast like in a months!

Genre: fluffy fluff

Warnings: none?

Summary: The Bad Guys on your birthday🎂

Paring: Mr. Wolf, Mr. Piranha, Mr. Shark, Mr. Snake and Webs x reader (HCS)

Birthday

Mr Wolf

Planctonic:

So Wolf would totally take you to some cafe while he told the others to take care of decorations and cakes.

He would try to keep this little party in base a secret, but fails. He would told you that when you want to go back.

- "Hey, Y/n we can't go back, cause they still don't have a ca-"

So you waited a little more till Wolf gets a message from Webs that they are ready.

When you guys opened a door there were a lot of presents, some of your friends and of course whole gang. Everyone shouted: "Happy Birthday" when you guys entered the base.

He would be so confident this day.

Romantic:

He wold be soooooo clingy all day just kissing your cheek and telling you how much he loves you.

He would get you an amazing gift. Like maybe a painting of the two of you yes he didn't pay.

He wouldn't like you to spend your time with the gang and when you would be around them he would hug you from behind all the time.

At the end of the day he would give you a lot of cuddles and kisses and who knows what else 😏.

Mr Snake

Planctonic:

So we all know how Snake don't like birthdays, so don't think he would be super amazing this day.

Of course he would give you a present and take a photo and later put it on a fridge.

He would be chill this day. Just a normal day for him.

But Wolf tries to make him more gentle for you today. Which was a success!

Romantic:

Yes, he don't like birthdays, but for you he can do anything. So this special day for you would be special for him too.

He would buy you your favorite flavoured cake and a big big present more like steal.

For return you would give him a lot of kisses, which he LOVES so he would do anything for you to just have them.

Mr Shark

Planctonic:

He would be chill like in the movie but oh boy this would be your unforgiven birthday.

In the morning while every one is sleeping he would try to make you a cake, but failed, cause you waked up and asked what he was doing.

You decided to help him and there was a flour war. There were a lot of laughs and wheezes and crying from flour in your eyes.

But the cake was good, it wasn't as bad as it could be.

Later you and the gang went for a quick ride to a ice cream shop and bought 5 scoops for you.

Yeah.. amazing birthday🎂

Romantic:

Shark would totally wake you up at 4 am, cause he was too exited and he couldn't sleep more.

You would be pretty mad, but he would made it up to you with going shopping for new clothes for you and finding some new disguise for himself.

After that he would get you to the fancy restaurant or cafe and would repeat over a thousand times how much he loves you and how lucky he is that he has you.

Mr Piranha

Planctonic:

Piranha would totally take you on a normal walk forgetting about this happy day.

You were sad, but just ignored it. Until Webs and Shark told him that today's your birthday. He was really embarrassed and apologized a lot of times.

- "It's okey, Piranha. You don't have to apolo-"

- "I'm really sorry this should be a really special day for you!"

We all know what Piranha do when he is nervous... yeah.. so that happened this day... like A LOT

But he would later take you to the shop to buy you a new swimming suit and after that he would take you to the swimming pool.

Romantic:

He would be so energetic.

Like he just woke up and later he is in your bed jumping on it and singing "happy birthday".

This wasn't a perfect way to wake up, but you pulled him to the hug and kissed his forhead, saying small "thank you".

I think like he would give you a lot of cd's, dvd's or even tapes (if you listen/watch it of course) if not he would give you plushies and one that looks exactly like him.

Later you would be watching your favourite movies in your room with a lot of snacks.

Webs

Planctonic:

She would make a really cool party for you! Webs would organise everything to be just perfect for you!

She would buy your favorite snacks, pizza/salads and drinks. Just to make it an unforgiven and the most amazing party you have ever had!

This day would be hers and yours of course, cause she would control every one and every detail on this day.

The party turns out amazing, like the one you have always dreamed of!

Romantic:

Have you watched the Hotel Transylvania? Yeah? So you remember this scene where a little spider created "happy birthday" sign with theirs web? Yeah? She would totally do that.

So when you woke up first thing you saw was a "happy birthday, Y/N!" sign and you immediately smiled.

Rest of the day was a great day! You tried to make chocolate muffins, but well they weren't really good.

You went to the amusement park and took a lot of photos for your photo album. Webs took you to a ice cream shop for your favorite ice cream flavor.

masterlist

[darling-drag-brainrot]

OOH, drabbles you say? What if,,,, Lemyankajuice and they snuggle together 👀👉👈

Say no more beloved Petal 🌼

+ + +

Lemon had all but collapsed onto the couch the second she entered the apartment, letting out an overdramatic wail of pain as she fixed her girlfriends with a deadly glare, "I love you both SO much don't get me wrong. But if you hoes ever make me walk that far ever again I will actually pack up and move back to New York to live with Jan. She never made me go on hikes with her."

Priyanka didn't seem phased by the threat, laughing at Lemon's pain before ducking into the kitchen. Meanwhile Juice at least had the decency to look mildly apologetic.

"Sorry Lemon-cake, I hope you're not too mad about the hike. We really wanted to include you, and I mean- at least the river was pretty!" Juice squeaked out, shucking off their shoes before they sat on the couch beside Lemon, "We won't make you go on hikes with us ever again if you don't enjoy them though."

Lemon spared a glance at Juice, noticing their look of guilt, which made her heart clench, damn she hadn't meant to make Juice actually feel bad about the whole hiking thing, "Nah it's alright. It wasn't that bad." She gave Juice a kiss on the cheek, "And the river was really pretty. Not as pretty as you but... I'm glad I went, my feet are just a bit sore, and I'm a bit hungry. You know how it is."

"Yeah Juice, little Lemondra's just hangry right now," Priyanka said, plopping down beside the other two, a container of Oreos in hand, "Plus she chose the worst shoe choice for a hike. Like, Lem, who wears heels on a nature walk?"

Lemon looked aghast, snatching an Oreo from the container as she shot Priyanka a dirty look, "A fashionable bitch- that's who!"

"Ah okay Miss Fashionable Bitch, I may have worn some unfashionable boots but at least I won't end up with a thousand blisters."

This caused the blonde to let out a shriek, practically climbing over Juice in her haste to seek vengeance against the taller of her girlfriends, "Take that back! I won't get blisters! I refuse! I am too pretty for blisters - you hear me? Too pretty!"

"How- how about we calm down?" Juice murmured, sensing doom if the duo kept up their bickering, "You're both just tiring yourselves out more. Shouldn't we be, I don't know, relaxing right now?"

Their calm tone seemed to cast its spell on Lemon, who relented after a moment, tucking herself into Juice's side with a huff.

Priyanka seemed to relax as well, simply rolling her eyes at the blonde's antics before she too relaxed against the smallest of the trio's side.

It was nice.

Was Juice a bit squished in between their girlfriends? Yes.

Were they complaining about this fact? No.

Well... maybe they were... just a little... both of their girlfriends were notably taller and heavier than them...

But they didn't want to ruin the moment by asking either of them to move. So they simply tried their best to endure it.

As if sensing Juice's mild pain, Priyanka shifted, hefting Juice into her lap before allowing Lemon to lean again her shoulder.

Now this was something Juice could get behind.

It felt nice to sit with their girlfriends like this, all snuggled together after a hard day of hiking. Of course, they knew eventually the three of them would have to get up, get showered, and actually cook themselves a meal (as Oreos wouldn't sustain them for long) but that all required so much effort. And Juice was perfectly content where they were.

"Love you both." They said with a small smile after a moment, unable to go another second without saying it. It was true after all. They loved their girlfriends soooooo much.

"Love you too Juice." Priyanka replied, pressing a kiss to their shoulder.

"Love you more," Lemon replied as well before quietly saying, "And ya know... maybe hiking wasn't that bad after all. I guess we could do it again someday... Just cause, I know you both find all that outdoorsy stuff fun. I don't know."

That made Juice smile.

"I'd love that."

[hazbincalifornia]

Stuck

Chapter 13: Blitzo gets stuck.

Likes, replies, and reblogs are all appreciated, both here and on ao3!

Warnings: Mpreg

Ao3 link

“If you take a picture, I’m firing you.”

“Aww, it's not that bad. You have to find the humor in every situation, right?”

“Kind of hard to, right now.” Blitzo pushed at the wood again, and again just dug splinters into his sides. He swore his middle was pulsing, it felt warmer than usual but he hadn't dug in deep enough to be bleeding. “This kid is coming out on a skewer.”

“I’m sure we’ll find a way to get you out before then.” Moxxie’s tail flicked irritably, but a smirk was starting to spread across his face, and Blitzo wanted to rip it off by any means necessary, temper boiling his blood.

“Ha ha. Laugh at the pregnant guy. Jackasses.” He kicked his boots, but was no closer to getting out than he had been two minutes ago.

“I’ll go see if the target has any butter.” Millie paused. “Or lube.”

“Not how I thought I’d be hearing you talk about lube,” Blitzo muttered.

It had been a relatively simple job. A boss who’d overworked their client, and the client blamed his heart attack and overeating on the stress. The door had been bolted shut when they’d tried it, but part of it was under construction, so Moxxie and Millie had climbed in through the window and Blitzo had tried to wiggle through an exposed hole covered with a tarp.

It had been… smaller than it looked. Millie’s hips definitely would have gotten stuck. Just his luck, he wanted to try the cool spy way to get in and his new gut got him wedged between ‘inside’ and ‘outside’. Plus, the client had said that the boss had bragged about his extensive gun collection, so they couldn’t just shoot Blitzo out and risk waking the guy up until he was restrained.

“Now, what have we learned about judging size?” Moxxie crouched down, and his grin had spread further across his freckled cheeks like an infection.

“Eat my ass, Moxx.” Blitzo planted his boots on the crunchy grass outside. “At least I’ve got it where it counts, 2-inch motherfucker.”

The imp blushed scarlet. “That’s- that’s not true and you know it! You- you-” He kept sputtering, and Blitzo bared his teeth in a smirk.

“Fine. Prove it to me.”

Moxxie steeled himself and  stood back up. “I’m going to go take care of the target, you can wait here alone.”

“C’mon, I’m just fucking with- dammit.” And there went Moxxie too. Well, this was just peachy. Blitzo drummed his fingers on the floor, waiting for one of them to return. This one was supposed to be a poisoning, with pictures, so it was going to take at least ten minutes.

At least it wasn’t cold. His shirt had gotten pulled up in the getting-stuck process, so his bare midriff was exposed to the thankfully lukewarm air. (Not to mention it had been pulling up every time he so much as twitched from being too tight lately...) It’d just be a cherry on the cake if he was freezing his ass off on top of said ass being exposed to any particularly curious or perverted onlooker.

He had another meeting with Stolas tomorrow. The owl’d definitely be eager to know about the kid moving- Blitzo had kept it quiet over their calls just to tell him in person. Was it weird that he wanted to see the look on his face? If he got all pissy about it probably not being an owl because it wasn’t in an egg, though, Blitzo was… was…

Wasn’t like there was much he could actually do, honestly, but he was sure as shit going to be annoyed about it. Little bastard was already starting to squirm up a storm every time Blitzo ate anything. They reeeeeeeally seemed to like meat. Not just human meat, although that was a favorite and it was nice he had an easy supply, but bacon, burgers, ham sandwiches...

“Found some!” Millie blinked, holding a yellow bottle of... something. “Where’s Moxxie?”

“Went to finish the overtiming rat off.” Blitzo made a ‘gimme’ motion. “What’d you get?”

“Spray butter! The kinds of things humans invent…” She clicked her tongue, popping the cap off and giving a few squirts as there was a yelp in the other room.

“Millie!”

“Coming!” She glanced over at Blitzo. “He might be a big guy, I’ll go-”

“Yeah, yeah, go help.” Blitzo motioned for her to give him the spray, and she tossed it over to him before sprinting over to the bedroom. He could squirt his own spray-butter.

It took half the damn bottle before either side gave, and Blitzo almost collapsed on his front before realizing that would squash junior. He flopped over on his side instead, yanking up his now-greasy shirt to glare at the bump. “This is your fault, you know.”

The bump didn’t respond for a few seconds, then made a little nudge outwards. “Yeah, I’m talking to you. Don’t think I haven’t noticed that some of that is soft.” He poked his side. “I didn’t say you could make me get fat enough to get stuck in a goddamn wall. You’re a troublemaker, aren’t you? Need soooooo much attention, like your bird-daddy.”

He hunched over himself in sullen silence, massaging his sore stomach until Moxxie and Millie returned. Moxxie was drying his hands on a towel. “So, you managed to get out?”

“No thanks to you.”

“Well, you did okay,” Moxxie said, clearly still a little snippy about the earlier dick-size comment.

“I got the pictures he wanted!” Millie waved her phone.

“Good, so we can count this as a success other than the splinters.” Blitzo pushed himself up, stretching before rummaging around in his jacket for his phone. “He make any funny faces?”

“We might have overdone the cyanide- he looked like he had a beard, it was foaming so much!” Millie laughed, flipping through the pictures like a scrapbook, and Blitzo grinned.

“Niiiice. And neither of you got your brains bashed out, I see.”

“He was a heavy sleeper- I managed to get him mostly tied up before he woke up,” Moxxie said. “He was a pretty skinny guy, it wasn’t hard.”

“Good Moxxie.” Blitzo ruffled Moxxie’s hair. “I’d hate to lose my weenie-dicked wonder.”

Moxxie’s eye twitched. “Sir, were it not for the-”

“Oooh, in this one it looks like he’s smiling!” Millie pushed her phone at Moxxie, who sighed before looking, mouth twitching up in a bit of a smile.

“Huh, he really does.”

Blitzo texted Loona to open the portal for them, but until she did, they ended up just huddled over Millie’s phone, looking through the pictures both of the kill and of whatever random things she’d happened to take pictures of in the last week, including several blurry shots of Moxxie’s butt that he tried to cover the screen for instead of letting Blitzo see.

Even though he was stuck rubbing lotion on his middle for half an hour after they got back, Blitzo counted it as a good day.

[arthurflecksgirl]

Fever dream  (Taking care of sick Arthur)

This short story was requested by the wonderful @gwynplaine89

I hope you like it :)

It really is part two of Dinner for Arthur but it works as a stand alone story,too.

Arthur and reader

Warings: None really, mentions of mental illness. CUTE, FLUFF

The softest toch woke you from your dreams.

It was Arthurs lips, kissing you on the forehead. Just enough pressure to wake you.

"Good morning,my love" he mumbled, still kinda sleepy.

He roled over, you still spooned him as when you both fell asleep the night before.

Your memory came back. You made him dinner and he finally ate a whole meal which made you kinda proud. He was feeling sick the day before.

"Good morning, Arthur" you kissed him back. There was still a bit of chocolate on the corner of his mouth. Which you thought was cute.  

Arthur smirked "Why are you smiling like that?"

"I can tell you had some delicious chocolate cake yesterday?"

He touched his lips "Ooops. Well..." he looked at you with so much love in his eyes "How about you kissing it away?"

You held his face between your hands "You would like that, huh?" and parted his lips with your tongue to kiss him gently.

His eyes were focused on you as you finished the kiss "Mmmmhhhmm thats the best way to start in the day" he got up to light a cigarette.

"How do you feel today, Arthur? It seemed like you are getting sick yesterday?"

"Its nothing" he said as he started smooking.

It didnt looked like nothing. His hair was compleately soaked, his eyes looked kinda red and tired.

You got up to him, touched his forehead "Artie, I`m not so sure about that. Look, you`re still burning up. I guess you have a fever. Better go back to bed, I`ll make you your favorite tea.

"I`m okay, really. I just need a hot bath and I will feel better in a sec".

"I`ll make you one"

You could feel his piercing eyes on your back when you got into the bathroom. He always watched you when you walked by him. You could tell he was so in love with you. Arthur treated you like a princess. And you wanted to do the same for him. He needed help more than he wanted to admit. And you truly belived that love would be the best medicine. You turned on the water, used his fave bubble bath which smelled like coconuts and waited for the bathtub to be filled.

You heard him talking in the living room.

"What did you just say, darling?"

No answer, so you wanted to have a look after him.

Arthur sat on the couch, looking kinda confused.

"Darling, whats wrong? What did you just say?"

"Nothin" he looked at the wall. His eyes kinda in the air. Not really focused on anything.

You started to worry.  You could swear that you heard his voice a minute ago.

" The bathtub is waiting for you, c´mon" you grabbed his hand and lead him to the pastel pink bathroom. He got rid of his Pjs and underwear. You softly touching his cute, little butt made him chuckle.

"Oh could you please hand me my bathrobe and a fresh towel before I get in there?" he asked.

"Of course!"

You headed to the bedroom and got his stuff as you heard a loud noise against the floor.

"Arthur? Is everything okay? "

You got back to him in a hurry and your heart almost stopped when you saw him lying on the floor.

"Arthur, oh my god! Are you okay? Say something"

He tried to get up but his legs seemed really shaky.

You hands pulled him back on his feet.

"I...don`t know.. it all went black for a second. I just fell... I don`t feel so good." he grabbed your arms like it was the only thing in the world he could hold on to. And maybe that was the truth. There was nobody besides you in his life. Nobody would even notice him lying on the floor if you werent here with him.

"C´mon, Artie, you gotta lie down. I told you were sick." You helped him get back up on the couch. His naked body so extremly fragile. "Put your  Pjs back on, we have to keep you warm now. " He did.

You knew the PJ pants once belonged to Penny but you didnt mind. He looked so cute in it.

"I´m cold" he whispered as he started shivering.

You covered him with the blanket, stroking his sweaty hair out of his burning forehead.

"Do you have something in the house that could help with your fever?"

"I don`t know"

"I will take a look"

You got up to the kitchen to search for medicine.

Temazepam,Perphenazine,Ahenelzine,Amitriptyline, benzedrine, Diazepam,...

All the bottles reminded you of how much side effects he must suffer from.

He was on seven different medications.

For a second there you asked yourself what would happen if he would just stop taking them. But you pushed the thought away and searched for something to stop the fever. Nothing.

Arthur was lying on the side, still unfocused.

"There is nothing I`m afraid. I think I have to go to the pharmacy and get you something"

He stretched his arm in your direction " Y/N please don`t leave me!"

You hurried up to knee in front of the couch "Leaving you? Artie, no! I just want to get you something to get rid of the fever."

His sweaty hand sqeezed yours so hard it hurt "No. Don`t. Don`t leave me. I can't....be alone again".

His voice broke your heart. His closed eyes and his bed hair.... he looked so vulnerable. How could anyone in this world ever hurt him or leave him alone?

It seemed like he was only half awake "Arthur, do you hear me? I won`t leave you, silly. I just get you some medicine."

"Oh I got a lot of meds" he talked like he wasnt really thereY

"Yeah, but nothing to stop the fever"

He sqeezed your hand even harder "I got soooooo many".

You started to worry even more. Maybe the fever was caused by some side effect.

"Just don`t go, okay? I love you so much!"

You kissed his cheek "I love you more than anything in the world, Arthur. Thats why I am so worried about you now. We have to do something.

A tear ran down his closed eyes.

You watched it running down his high cheekbones, falling off upon the corner of his lips.

"Just stay with me, I`m so dizzy"

You didnt knew what to do, so you searched for a doctor in the phone book.

You would ask him to which doctor he usually would went to but he wasnt in the condition to answer your questions right now.

He let go of your hand as he seemed to get more tired.

You called a doctor and made an appointment for in about an hour. Perfect. A lil bit of weight fell from your shoulders.

Mumbles. He talked in his sleep.

"Why Y/N ...why would you?" he whimpered ".

His face looked like he was about to cry.

"Don`t leave me here...please..."

You lay down beside him, pressed your body against his "Shhhht Arthur... i´m here! You`re dreaming! Everything is going to be okay"

"Stay" he whispered "I need you so bad".

You couldnt stop your eyes from watering. You knew that he loved you but hearing him begging you to not leave him in his fever dream was almost too much to handle.

You would never do that. How yould he even think of it? He was your destity. Your one and only desire. You never wanted someone so bad in your whole life. Arthur was the missing piece of your soul. Losing him would destroy you. No matter what would happen, you would always be on his side. No matter how hard it would get. Or how sick he would get. The both of you would make it though it together.

You knew you had to get him up now.

"Arthur, listen" you caressed his cheek "You gotta get up now, we`re going to see a doctor."

He opened his eyes "A doctor Y/N? No, please!"

"We have to make sure the fever isn't caused by your meds or something. Did you had a lot of fevers in the past?"

"Um...let me think....its hard to think right now"

"Its ok... we well figure it out. Just get dressed now, we gotta catch the subway"

Arthur got up slowly. It was obvious that he didnt liked going to the doctors. I  was aware of the fact that he was at a mental hospital for a while and that he has an appointment with his therapist once a week. Maybe it was all a little too much for him, even though he told me that Arkham wasnt too bad after all.

I handed him his white shirt, brown sweater and his jacket "Its cold outside, don`t forget your jacket" I helped him get in and buttoned up his shirt. He looked me in the eyes while I did it. He wasnt much taller than me, which I loved. Just the right size to give him little kisses all the time.

"You`re too good to me Y/N. I dont deserve this"

"You sure do. C`mon, we gotta hurry "

You took his arm and made your way to the subway station.

Gotham was a harsh city. You hated everything about it. The only good thing was that Arthur was living here. He was the one who made the city a better place.

You took the seat in the back of the subway. He always prefered to sit there. Observing.  His leg started bouncing nerveously. Something that happened a lot when he was stressed out. Your hand was resting on his leg now, caressing it. "Don`t be nerveous, darling. I`m sure it`s going to be okay". His leg started to calm down under my touch.

"I am not worried about me being sick" he looked down " I am worried about you getting  sick of me. I...I don`t know how I could handle it... "

I was shocked about his thoughts "Why would you think I would ever get sick of you"

He looked out of the window. Grey buildings. Lifeless and stale.

"Everyone else did"

I placed his hand in mine "I am NOT everyone else. Why would you think I could ever stop loving you?"

"People can`t handle my mental illness" his tired voice, dark bags under his pretty eyes.

"I will. We will handle it TOGETHER! No matter how bad some days might be, Arthur. I will be right there on your side, holding your freaking hand. No matter if that hand is shaky or sweaty , if it sqeezes so hard that it hurts or wants to let me go,.... I am gonna HOLD this hand and NEVER let it go. Do you hear me?"

He turned his head in my direction, smiling a sad, sleepy smile "I love you Y/N".

That was all he said. And it was enough.

His leg was at rest now. Which was a good sign.

"C´mon , Arthur, we have to get out, the doctor is right across the street."

We entered the high building and got into the elevator.

"You knwo what, Artie"

"Huh?"

"Some day i`m gonna get you out of this aweful city. This just isnt good for you. You deserve to be somewhere in the nature, with a beautiful garden, a cute little fence"

His eyes finally focused again "And a kitten!"

"Yeah, Artie. And a kitten."

"I will call her Soda, how des that sound?"

"It sounds wonderful"

Arthur took my hand as we got out of the elevator.

"And maybe... we could get her another kitten, a friend to play with. A boy. And we could name him Murray."

I kissed the back of his hand "We could definitaly do that".

He smiled, still weak in the knees.

After we checked in at the doctor he just stood there with his arms hanging, like someone sucked the life out of him.

"Whats wrong?"

"Would you... be by my side in the waiting room Y/N? I tend to panic a little when I get to the doctors..."

"Of course I will.

I took his hand again. The waiting room was compleately empty.

"Look, Arthur, its empty, so we dont have to wait very long. Soon we`ll know whats wrong with you."

He took the seat in the corner of the room.

"Would you sit on my lap?"

I grinned "Artie!"

"What?"

"I guess you feel already better now, huh?"

"I do, when I am looking at you, sweety" his grin grew.

He always knew how to make me blush.

I sat down on his lap "Anything to make you feel better"

He pulled his arms around me. Not as tight as he usualy would because he felt weak, but his hands on my back still felt like home.

I couldnt help but feeling turned on while sitting on his lap. I knew it wasnt the right time for these kinda feelings but he always made me feel like I couldnt ever get close enough. My body was always searching for his in any way.

"Anything else I can do to make you feel better?" My right hand caressed his inner thigh.

"Mhhhmhhh" he mumbled as I french kissed him. I am sure I would catch the same cold as he may be had but I didnt cared. I needed to feel him all the time.

He gave me sloppy kisses back.

I brushed his hair back with my fingers to make sure it didnt looked too much like bed hair.

Suddenly the door opened "Mr Fleck?"

You got so scared for a second that you pulled my hand back so fast, the woman must have noticed that you were about to touch him between his legs. It was embarrassing but Arthurs adorable giggles made up for it.

"Can I come with my boyfriend?"

The woman with the black hair turned aroound "Sorry but we would prefer Mr. Fleck to visit the doctor alone".

Arthur´s worried face looked at you.

"Its gonna be okay, Artie. You`re not gonna end up in Arkham again or something like that. The doctor will only check where your fever comes from." He nodded and followed the lady as you sat back down.

The minutes seemed like years.You knew it was just a regular doctors appointment but Arthurs fear was real. Who knew why he got so stressed out by them? You were sure that he had his reasons.

The fact that he claimed Arkham state hospital wasnt that bad after all, wasnt very convincing. You knew for a fact taht he was in a very bad headspace when he got there, that he got locked up in a white room, banging his head against the wall. The thought of him experiencing this traumatic stuff made you unbelivable sad.

Arthur was such a kind soul.

He never told you why we got locked up.

Maybe for hurting himself. You noticed some bad cigaterre burns on his wrists when you first met. You never noticed real scars on him though. You just hoped that he would feel better soon and you would do anything to make sure he`s okay. He sometimes reminded you of a child who is looking for comfort. You knew that he experienced childhood trauma and it was typical for patients who went through this to keep this slightly childlike behaviour allthrough their lifes.

Half an hour later Arthur came back.

He hugged me like we have been seperated for days. It felt so good to have his tiney body in my arms,

""What did the doctor say?"

"I don`t have a cold or something. The side effects of my medication must have caused the fever and the black out. It happens sometimes. But I`ll be okay. The doctor said I shoukd rest for the next few days,though.And I should eat more. So... good thing you made me eat yesterday.I got some recipes, so we can go to the pharmacy and make our way back home."

"Alright, darling."

We picked up his meds and went back.

As ugly as the streets and Anderson ave might have been... opening the door to apartment 8J felt like home. You immediately calmed down when you were breathing in the atmosphere of the living room and saw the couch on which Arthur and you made love for so many times.

Arthur got in the kitchen to crush his meds and mixed them with a bit oeat meal.

"Oh man, your dinner yesterday tasted so much better tha that"

You threw some more comfy pillows in the bedroom and got the plate with the chocoloate cake.

"Come here, Artie, lets relax on the bed, we still got some leftovers of the cake"

He undressed til he wore his white underwear only "Aww, right. I almost forgot about the cake".

He hopped into bed as you prepared him a hot water bottle.

"Y/N are you coming? Its so lonely here without you"

"Coming!..... Take this!"

"A hot water bottle. And look. Its a kitten on it" he gave me the widest smile.

"You`re the sweetest" You felt Arties kiss on my lips before he started eating the leftovers of the cocolate cake.

"Should I turn on the tv?"

"Nahhh" he smacked "Some music would be nice, though"

I put a record on. My name is Carnival was playing.

"I love that song" he smiled.

"I know, darling". You watched him finishing the cake and couldnt belive how lucky you were to have him in your life. To be able to share your life with such a beautiful soul.

He crawled up and layed his head upon your lap. You felt his spine against your palms.

So tragically beautiful.

"Thank you for being part of my life now Y/N. i never thought I would find someone to love me"

You stroke his hair "You deserve all the love in this world, Arthur."

He buried his face deeper into my lap, getting sleepy.

The warmth of the water bottle made me sleepy,too and I soon closed my eyes.

"I`mma dream of you now" Arhur mumbled, half asleep.

His forehead started to cool down from the medicine.

"I will do the same, Artie. You will feel better tomorrow for sure".

"I will make love to you in the morning" he giggled.

"Oh yeah?" You loved him so much.

"Yeahhhhh mmmhmmm. " he whispered "Keep on touching my hair like that. It helps me find some sleep".

"I will,Artie".

You stayed awake till he dozed off with an innocent expression on his face.

How could anyone have ever hurted him?

Your eyes got heavier while The moon is a silver dollar was playing.

And your heart was full of love for the beautiful man in your arms as you fell asleep.

"The moon is a silver dollar

Shining up in the sky

There`s the dream we can buy

Sweetheart you and I"

[amnachil]

The College Society Chapter 3 Part 11

The beginning of our little trip in France. I hope you’ll like it as much as i did writing it.

Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey Friday March 1

Fate was messing around with him lately. The Dean's grandson, a gifted sexual hunter, who had the natural skill to please absolutetly everyone in bed, was doing some idiotics stuffs with his boyfriend. And I like it. They were leaving for France this evening, but before that, Liam wanted to do something for his bestfriend's birthday. And that was why he, Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey, was doing shopping. Me, wandering in a mall to find a present. I'm doing the errand, that's not normal at all. Since his baboon had lessons to attend to, he had volunteered to find a... a thing. It was a new fairy figurine from a collection that Nate had been looking for since its release. But the blond junior had been searching in three stores so far, and he hadn't found this shitty fairy yet. According to Liam, it was famous and easy to find. Easy my ass. Fuck this boyfriend, I can't say no when he puckers. Anyway, the Dean's grandson had enough of this shit. He took his phone and called Nancy straight away.

"Pussy in fire to the god of sex, do you need any assistance ?" she answered quite fast.

The lad felt a bit relieved when he heard her voice. At least someone who still sees me for what I am. It was so infuriating to act like a nice boyfriend sometimes... Even if a part of him loved it.

"I'm looking for a fukin' doll. I mean a fuckin' fairy figurine newly released... Hell, it's for a friend, of course."

"Of course."

Her tone said she didn't trust him at all. Now this is a real shame. First, Archie had discovered his relationship with the baboon. Nancy wasn't stupid either, she would find out soon. What will happen to my reputation, I wonder ?

"I got this Little Fairy Stephania which is quite rare. There's one copy in a shop near your university."

"That's what I bloody need." Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey sharply stated. "What do you want in exchange for the adress ?"

"Well... I was craving for a new pick of your butt since three days so..."

Once he got back home, the young man made diner. Well, more like a feast. Since Nick's flat was kind of small, they all agreed to make Nate's birthday party here. They hadn't much time anyway : their departure to France was at ten pm. It had been a long time since I've invited this many people here... Well, except for threesomes. No sex tonight of course. Only this dummy Liam and his friends with their pathetic silliness. Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey was almost done with the cake when he heard a knock at the door. Who the hell is bothering me ? They can't be there yet. He opened, frankly pissed, and stared at a girl.

"Hi, I'm Leila Hart." she introduced herself. "I'm the secretary of the women defense club."

"Yeah, and you can go fuck yourself right back in the trash you come from. I'm busy."

He tried to close the door, but she put her foot in the way.

"D.R sent me." she declared. "I have a message for you."

The Dean's grandson looked daggers at her. What on earth D.R wants ?

"Talk, pasty."

From times to times, D.R would send a minion instead of coming herself. At first, he had felt a bit insulted, but he got used to it. After all, it was an opportunity to have sex. But not tonight. I have priorities. To be calling the baboon his priority, he couldn't believe himself.

"She only wants to be sure you'll protect our student abroad. I'm here to remind you the rules. May I come in ?"

"Definitely not, you idiot." he grumbled. "I already know the stuff, stupid. And do not even dare ask me about it. Just leave."

This asshole hesitated. But when she glimpsed his eyes, she decided to obey. Good. At last, he could go back to his cooking.

At first, this birthday diner went mainly well. Liam and Nick managed to have some fun, and Nate eventually loosen up. As for Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey, well, all this nonsense wasn't his cup of tea but... I must admit, whenever I see my baboon smiling like that, I'm melting. However, the lad was a bit pissed by Nate's appetite. This moron wasn't eating at all. While the two glutton were finishing everything, Liam's bestfriend showed no interest in the food. It hurt the chef at two level. Mainly because he was a fucking good cook, and everyone loved his cuisine. But also because he could feel Liam sadness about it. I agreed to help this dwarf, but I don't like him for all that.

"Why are you all grumpy ?" whispered his boyfriend at his ear.

"I'm not grumpy." mumbled Damian Nicholas Smith Carrey. "I'm only thinking."

Liam took his hand and kissed him.

"I know this isn't perfect, and I know you don't trust people easily but please, be patient. I'm sure you'll love Nate with time."

How the hell do you guessed I was pissed about Nate ? This dreamy baboon could be very observant sometimes.

"Fine. I'll make an effort."

Liam Saturday March 2 – Sunday March 3, in France

The unicorns advised him to be careful in France. He lengthly thought about what it meant. Nate was improving, and he had admitted he was glad to have celebrated his birthday. But maybe the magical creatures sensed another peril... Liam did his best to be wary during the flight, but he quickly lost track of time. When they arrived to France, Dami had to wake him up because he had fallen asleep (with the time difference, he was struggling to stay awake anyway). They went to the hotel, where he was sharing a room with Nate and Nick. And for the saturday, their professor gave them free time.

"We won't start the group project before monday." decided Nick. "We'll visit the economics department on tuesday anyway. So let's take advantage of Paris guys."

They did as he suggested. Liam had a lot of fun visiting museum (well, in truth he didn't even remember what museum they went in, because Dami was always distracting him). (No, he wasn't distracted all by himself, it was his boyfriend's fault this time). Nate relaxed a bit, and he seemed to get back a little of his joie de vivre. Frenchs people were nice (they often insulted Liam to be so slow, but he supposed it was their way to be polite). (Several girls also tried to take Colton and him to go out, but they always declined). (Dami declined for him which his usual sweetness : "get lost bitches !"). And so the weekend went well. However, Paris had another good thing to offer : food. There were restaurants everywhere, and they offered delicious dishes. In order to make the most of it, they tried as much establishment as possible. Liam's boyfriend paid for almost everything, but the chestnut lad had also saved a bit for the occasion. Nick and him finished the day more than full. Even Colton and Nate were eating way more than usual. But everything tasted so succulent ! Liam couldn't hold himself but devour absolutely everything they had on the menu. On Sunday's evening, they entered a restaurant called Chez Bocher. They proposed a food challenge which attracted the young students.

"We definitely should try this." said Nick, more than happy to be there. "I'm sure Liam can do it, and it'll be a free meal."

C'mon, I'm not that gourmand. Don't put too much hope on me. Honestly, he was eager to try. He quickly checked on Nate. His bestfriend outlined a smile.

"I guess it can be fun." he whispered. "At least if you think you can manage to eat the whole thing ?"

"You're warned, I'm not paying if you fail baboon." intervened Dami. "Your call."

Even Colton seemed curious to see that. They're all so insistent. (Yeah, nobody insisted, but it was Liam's excuse for what he was about to do.) (He just wanted to test his limit so badly !).

Maybe it was a bad idea after all. Only the unicorns knew how much he already ate. But he had still two plates to finish in order to win the challenge. He was so stuffed. His belly was hard as a rock, like a giant basket ball underneath his now too tight sweater. He had openned his belt and trousers a while ago, to let his stomach expand freely. I don't know if I can do this. It was more food than Dami ever gave him. He wasn't used to such an amount anymore. But the cheerings of his friends were pushing him beyond his limits.

"I mean, that's truly incredible." spilt Colton after a while. "What an appetite."

"I didn't know you had this in you." added Nick. "That's amazing."

"Guys... Imma collapse..." confessed Liam with a loud burp.

He managed to eat two more mouthfuls with reluctance. It was painful. Each morsel of food was pushing further his distented belly. He glimpsed Dami who was texting someone. His boyfriend wouldn't help in front of everyone, since they were still a secret. (Well, Nick and Nate knew, but not Colton). (Or he didn't say it). (And anyway, Liam knew that his boyfriend was a bit sadistic, he would let him suffer).

"I'm sure you can do it." assured Nate with a grin. "My bestfriend isn't a quiter."

He was apparently enjoying the whole thing. Glad to know you're having fun.

"Burp. I will do my.... burp best..."

With slowness, he cleared the next plate. One left. Unicorns please, send help. He felt like a soon-to-explode balloon. His hand rubbed diligently his overstuffed midsection. It was so round, so big.

"C'mon baboon. Let's get this done." grumpled Dami.

He took the cutlery and he fed himself his boyfriend. Thanks to his help and their's friend cheerings, Liam managed to polish the last dishes. The waiter couldn't even believe it. Neither the students to be honest. (Liam felt so proud of himself.) (But also soooooo sick).

"Now that is what I call a new record." congratuled Nate.

Liam smiled to him, but his bestfriend's face suddenly crumpled. Because right behind them, at the entrance, was standing Kilian, Liam's ex.

The chesnut lad couldn't move. Not only because he was stuffed like a turkey for christmas. He couldn't think properly. How is it possible ? There is no way. No way. The force of evils just struck. And struck strongly.

"Liam." whispered Kilian. "and Nate. Hi."

Around him, his french's friends looked at them curiously. But the young dreamy lad didn't do anything. He didn't answer, he didn't do a single move. He was like frozen.

"It's... surprising to see you there." continued his ex. "I mean, you're supposed to be in America."

This evening can't be worse. I need to react. To say something. Tons of things were crossing Liam's mind. Why the force of evils did this ? What should he say ? What would Dami think ? He really wanted to run away, but his bloated stomach prevented him to.

"Trust me, we're surprised aswell." responded Nate after a while.

"Sorry to be the one who break the mood." took part Dami. "But who the hell are you, and why you three look like you've seen god itself ?"

"I'm Liam's ex-boyfriend, Kilian De Beauchêne." replied the main concerned party.

A blank followed. A very long and scary blank. Liam was completely panicing. (At least internally). (His painful belly probably prevented him to do a panic attack). He was short-winded and very stressed by the situation.

"You know what ? Let's not continue this awkward moment." decided Dami. "Liam, get up, we're leaving. This is way too bizarre."

The chestnut boy was more than glad to obey. Nate helped him to stand up, and they all left as fast as possible with their overfed friend.

Barbara Sunday March 3 – Monday March 4, in France

"Sounds cool. Doesn't work."

The blonde girl sighed. When she decided to make an alliance with Rebecca, she never planned this. Well, I wanted her support but... The athlete had come to France with her sophomere friends, Chelsea and Matthew. The first one was a nice but a little stupid law student. As for the dude... I can tell he's sleeping with both of them. Seems like he has a blast.

"I mean, you want to ridicule Nick by charging him of cheating with false evidence." summarized the lad. "It really is a good idea, but the professors will never fall for it. This geek is a real genius, who finished his 12th grade with one hand tied behind his back. Why on earth he would have to cheat eh ?"

I guess you're right. Barbara shrugged, a bit annoyed. It was already Sunday's night, and they didn't have even the beginning of a plan.

"Let's make it easier." suggested Rebecca. "We can make his whole trip a true hell. And in the meantime, we'll think of something."

"I think I have an idea." smiled the short girl. "You told me he was scared of water, right ?"

"Yeah, why ?"

"You'll see tomorow. I swear it will be fun to watch."

Indeed, they have this cruise on the Seine on Monday. Barbara carefully watched Nick when he went aboard. You looks so scared... Poor little thing. Just wait. She had other project for today anyway. She headed towards the back of the ship, where Colton was talking with Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey. I don't get it. Why the king was talking with her ex ? What was special about him ?

"Hi guys." she smiled. "Are you having fun ?"

"Go fuck yourself little roach." answered sharply the junior. "I already told you, no more favor."

"Everything's fine." replied more diplomatically the brown-haired lad. "Well, Liam and Nate decided to stay at the hotel because the first wasn't feeling well, but otherwise we're great."

She didn't care about her chestnut classmate yet. She would catch him a bit later. Besides, Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey wasn't making any progress. He managed to make Nate comes, but he got nothing in return so far.

"You know, I heard some strange thing about you Colton." she revealed. "People nicknamed you the Good Samaritan. Did you make a big donation or what ?"

"I'm just being my usual self." he explained. "Nothing more, nothing less. I didn't do anything related to money. Why ?"

Crap. He's a true mystery. He looked so stupid, so idiotic. But everyone seemed to like him. Since the prof called him, Colton left them, and she hadn't made any progress.

"You're so funny you pathetic bitch." laughed the Dean's grandson. "You're so blind and deseperate you didn't even realise why he was so popular in highschool. Stupid short chick."

"What do you mean ?" (She decided to ignore his cuss words.).

"Are you that dumb ? Your ex-boyfriend doesn't have to do anything special, dumbass. He's so sweet and nice that everyone wants to be close to him. Nobody thinks to hurt him because he's so shining. But there you are, a stupid moron who thinks he had nothing for him. Numbskull."

Was it the real explanation ? She couldn't be sure, but it seemed possible. Anyway, I guess it's too late to turn back. I'll take care of Colton later. For now, let's focus on this asshole of Nick.

He was standing in the middle of the barge, apparently stressed. Since Liam and Nate weren't here, he was alone. Rebecca was making fun of him.

"Don't worry so much ! You've a natural life preserver." she teased. "You have no balls or what ?"

Barbara came closer, amused by this situation. Back in highschool, she thought bullying was bad, but she had finally understood it was a way like another to get the power she needed. To avoid their mocking, he tried to go away and came closer to the edge. That's why I wanted. Nice. There was some bright side to be so small. She could sneak between people so easily. The blonde girl came closer as discreetly as possible. She was so close to him that she could smell his sweat. He was so stressed by their surroundings. How pathetic. Barbara took her phone out. She was about to do something bad but well... She had understood very well how things worked in real life. Be a predator or you will be eaten. And so, she pushed him overboard.

To be continued

France is famous for its cuisine after all ! That’s pretty normal for Liam and his friends to enjoy what this country has to offer.

Aaaaand here he is ! Kilian is back. For those who doesn’t know him, he’s a main character in the last part of The High School Game, my first story. Maybe we’ll finally learn what happened between Liam and him ? :)

Damian is falling hard for his boyfriend, that’s kind of funny. And yes, he’s a feeder at heart.

Being in another country is also the prefect opportunity for Barbara to be nasty again. I liked this girl back then. Now, I don’t.

[all-the-heart-you-cannot-see]

Highschool Boy - Elippo

Hey guys....just to clarify...i don’t know a lot about italian culture so sorry if some things don’t make sense in that context...i was just feeling like writing an Elippo fan fic... if you guys like it i can open another blog and take requests.

hope you enjoy.

Filippo had had his eye on Elia for quite a while now, it wasn’t tipical for him to be lurking around younger boys, especially highschool ones, they were always so “manly” and worried about what everybody else thought...he wasn’t intersted in raising a son, he wanted a hook up, maybe even a boyfriend.

Elia Santini was a different type of highschool boy, he had, in fact, stalked him to death, and the boy was pretty funny, his facebook page were mostly memes and for some reason, and he knew this had nothing to do with the fact that he kinda liked him, Elia seemed a little gay to him...just tiniest bit, there was a light at the end of the tunel, a feeling in his gut that telled him that the guy might actually be into boys.

he didn’t make much of it, he was intelligent, yes, but also a fool when it came to his own personal life, he still didn’t know how he had managed to fix Martino’s dating life if he couldn’t even figure out his own.

so when the big day came, when he would finally meet the rest of Martino’s friends...boy, was Elia a big surprise...he was sure now it wasn’t just him imagining stuff, Elia Santini had kinda flirted with him, surprisingly.

it was very subtle, first stares that he thought were because of his odd fashion choices, then starting conversations with him out of nowhere and finally, the top of the cake, when hugging goodbye the guy had actually stopped an aditional of two seconds to look him in the eye afterwards.

Filippo was flying...high. this couldn’t be his imagination, could it? 

normally he would DM the guy, Filo was always pretty straight foward with this kind of thing, but he also knew he could easly scare him away...what if he had misinterpreted the whole thing? he then decided it was time to go back to the basics.

liking his memes and leaving silly comments. 

god how old was he, 12? he was ashamed...if Marti or Ele could see him....they would give him soooooo much shit about it.

luckly, Elia reciprocated, he liked his comments or replied, he even went as far as liking a pride post he had done last year about pride, like.....was that not sing? it had to be rigth?

he made a decision....he would try and make a move on that Villa boys fundraising Ele had ask him to come to.

He entered the party with confidence, as always, Filo never carried himself with any less than that, he noticed Ele looking around for Edoardo, tho if he were to ask her, she would deny everything.

the Sava brothers were having a tough time with love.

He saw the boys almost inmediatly, Martino slightly towering over Nico as he leaned in for a kiss, both smiling as usual, Luchino combining multiple drinks in a cup as Elia cheared and Giovanni looked at them in disbelief.

granted, Elia was kind of childish...but he liked him anyways...and he was determined to not leave that party until he was sure wether or not he liked him too.

Filippo walked towards them.

“hey guys” he said, Gio was the first to say hi, he noticed while greeting the happy couple how Gio and Elia exchanged looks.

“what are you doing here?” Luchino asked, everybody laughed. 

“well, i can leave if you want” he suggested gesturing towards the exit, they laughed again “nah im just, looking over Ele, she has been acting wierd lately”

Gio shrugged his shoulders and clapped “who wants to go find some pretty girls to dance?” 

“we’ll go with you” Nico quickly responded.

Luchino frowned “ok but, what about my beer mix?”

“it’s gonna taste like shit Luchi, c’mon, maybe you can find Silvia” said Gio putting a hand around his shoulders and dragging him along.

“what about Elia” he asked, Gio slapped him in the back of the head.

“remember what we talked about earlier?”

Filippo tried to act like he haven’t heard that... but he was almost sure now...Elia liked him too...somehow...the gods, the universe, mother nature, hell, maybe even jesus...had decided to bless him.

“so...how is it going?” Elia asked him with a smile, Filippo smiled back, this was going to be a productive night.

they talked...a lot, about different things, their favorite tv shows, how awful highschool was, they talked about his friends, their life, what they liked...and when the music got too loud they went outside...it was a beautiful starry night...like the planets had aligned for him to get this moment or something.

they sat on a bench and pretended for a while to be two straight dudes talking to each other under the moonlight.

“why are you really here?” Elia asked him after a moment of silence...their hands were close together, their pinkies almost touching, the phantom of a smiled danced over Elia’s lips and god did he wanted to kiss him.

“i’m looking after Ele” he replied back, knowing it was kind useless at this point.

“c’mon Filo, im sure you can be a better liar” he teased, Filippo laughed.

“ok, you caught me...im actually here cause i like a guy”

“ oh really?” Elia tried to sound smooth, but Filo could see his cheeks turning red “and how is that going?”

“pretty bad actually, so far all we’ve done is pretend we don’t like each other while we stare into our eyes under the moonlight”

Elia laughed and looked away, he started to move his legs back and forth and for a second Filo feared he might had misunderstood things, then Elia sighed and he understood it was something else.

“maybe” he stared, his voice was soft, low, and nervous “maybe he isn’t sure of what he really wants”

“well...” Filo reached for Elia’s hand and covered it with his “that’s ok...there is no rush”

Elia looked at him, and then at their hands, he seemed to doubt for a second before cursing and subsequently...crushing his lips to Filippo’s.

Filo was surprised to say the least, first beacuse he wasn’t expecting it and second because for a highschool boy...Elia was a really good kisser.

hands still together on the bench Filo used his free hand to hold Elia’s cheeck, he grabbed that one too, and suddendly the nigth was a lot less cold and a bit more dark...and this time, Filippo had a feeling this one would be different.

[onetruejonsey]

Decade In Review, by Samuel Richard Sinbad Gandalf Jones

So as the ‘Teens’ come to a close (I’m writing this with 3 hours left on the clock!), Gabby has insisted that I copy her, and do a highlight reel of my last decade. Now I’m not on YouTube yet, so this’ll be more of a REALLY REALLY long post, but go ahead and read it, then read Gabby’s on her page (@mist-over-water), and see just how boring I really am!

2010-

Well this year was boring as hell, clearly. I CAN’T REMEMBER MOST OF IT. But I was part way through my first year of A-Levels, and boy oh boy, was I failing them, I’d gone from being a straight A student to screwing everything up! Didn’t stop procrastinating though…..

2011-

Okay, now things get a little interesting, I got my first big job working at a really pleasant and mature restaurant….AHAHA just kidding I got a job at my local McDonald’s! It took me three attempts to get in there, not because I sucked, but timing sucked, I think the universe eventually saw me and just said ‘Oh fuck it, have the job’. But I wanted to earn some money to take me to university, and this seemed like a good idea at the time! And my first paycheck was spent on a brand new guitar! So I was a happy Sam!

I finished my A-Levels, and when I got my results, I was crushed, not at the results, they were pretty good. All my university choices rejected me, and all my friends made it. It was my own fault to be honest, but I’ll never forget just how low that made me feel. I was pretty angsty back then, so this just added to my pile!

I decided it was best to stay at work, go full time, get waaaaay more money, and try again next year. This proved to be a good decision, as it led to me being invited to my first ever work party, I got drunk, and there was karaoke, and I gave my best rendition of Basket Case by Green Day, and to this day, there are still whispers of my singing prowess. Even though I’m a bit shit.

2012-

I started 2012 with a pinch of determination, and it paid off. I re-applied for university, and all my choices accepted me, so now it was down to me to make my final decision. I’d had my eye on one in particular, so off me and Mum go to Northampton, 2 and half hours later, and the sat-nav took us to a primary school (I’ll never forget the shopkeeper on the same road-‘Looking for the uni? You’re the 4th person today!’). I fell in love with the whole place, and as soon as I got in the car I looked at Mum and said that I had to be there. I accepted the offer within a minute of being home.

Now from the good to the bad. Something happened to me this year that still sticks with me, and to many, this may seem stupid. But my dog died. Sounds stupid right? Jazz was the best dog I have ever known; loyal, unwavering, had the gift of the gab, and never left us alone. I was convinced she was actually a human reincarnated, she looked after Mum when she was ill, she looked after me when I was miserable, and she loved Dad. What made it more heartbreaking was that she never let us know that she was ill, no, that she was dying. When we got her to the vet, they originally thought it was a little infection, nothing major. The next day we had to rush her in as an emergency, and they found a tumour in her stomach the size of a baby’s head. How we never knew about it I’ll never know, but they operated, and got her all cleared up, and yet it wasn’t enough, she died within the hour, and I buried one of my best friends. This led to a vacuum in our house, we’ve always had dogs and the house felt so wrong without one, so Mum and Dad decided, one day without telling me, to go and get our current doggo Indiana. AND TALK ABOUT GOING FROM ONE EXTREME TO THE OTHER. If Jazz was the best dog ever, Indy is definitely the worst. But we love him, still today as a grumpy old man.

2012 saw me do something that I honestly never thought possible, and dead serious moment here: I genuinely never saw this coming for me, and was convinced that I was not the guy who would be in this situation. But I got a girlfriend, and it was my first relationship. Not ‘first major relationship’, like people who would bounce from quick fling to the next, but my first relationship. To me, a relationship is no small matter, you date me, I’m in it for the long term. Sam ain’t no quick and easy thing! Oh god why am I still such a dork. Anyway, so, yeah, my first relationship, and dear god was I clueless about what to do! And oh shit, I was leaving for uni in September, so would this work long distance? Am I boyfriend material? Will her parents like me? Will my parents like her?....ah fuck it, I WAS 19 AND IN LOVE. I DIDN’T GIVE A SHIT. And whilst we spent some of it long distance, we made it work.

2013-

Now that bit where I was really excited for university and all I’d learn in my 3 years there? Yeah I left after the first year. Cool. My finances were screwed over and I didn’t get my money, so I couldn’t go back, but I guess it was meant to happen for a reason.

Leaving university meant I could focus more on working back home at McDonald’s, so I tried for a promotion, got it, and lost it the day after because of bullshit. But I still carried on, because money’s nice right? I could buy nice things with it, like more stuff for my guitar collection! And many presents! But my my, I think I was getting into a world of pain staying there!

But while we’re on the subject of work and stuff, I got punched in the face by a shitty customer. And it broke my cheekbone. Which I didn’t find out about until a week later when I practically passed out and my girlfriend at the time rushed me to hospital! Since that’s happened I’ve always had a little problem with headaches, lately it’s been really good, to the point I’ve spent pretty much all of 2019, with no headache at all!

Still, finish a topic on a good note, I had my first ever trip to London, it was just me and my girlfriend, and we visited a bakery show. But London itself wowed me, and I fell in love with it, and I always knew I would be back there, just….not how I imagined.

2014-

Starting off, I went back to London! My girlfriend bought me tickets for me and my best friend to go and see Halestorm. MY FIRST CONCERT. And it was epic, I’d ben obsessed with Halestorm for some time already by this stage, so to see them live was a pivotal moment for me. The opening acts were shit, but my god, as soon as Lzzy belted out Love Bites…..oh, ohhh, OHHHHHH my god. The night itself was hectic enough, my friend and I didn’t think to book a hotel. Soooooo we had to run like fuck to make it back to the train, lest we be trapped in London for a whole night!

One big change in this year was my girlfriend and I moving into our own place, granted it was a static caravan, but it was ours, decorated, a bit cold, but it was home. Now, here’s a weird bit, I was home alone one night, and was just getting into bed, when I heard someone at the door. I thought it was my girlfriend home from work, but she was on a night? So, what’s the deal here? Oh wait that’s right, it was Gabby, drunkenly mistaking my caravan for hers! I heard muttering as she left, probably something along the lines of ‘Shit, not my caravan’. But if fate was starting the wheels turning, god she made it a slow fucking burn!

It took me a lot of years to pull this off, but I had my first ever holiday abroad! Rhodes, one of the Greek isles! I recall getting drunk a lot, really good food, and severe heat! But it was my first holiday in forever, and I went away with my girlfriend, her mum and her friend.

Aaaaaand then everything fell apart. I never expected myself to be in a relationship, but once I had one, I didn’t see it ending the way it did. And I’m not airing any dirty laundry, I wasn’t and am still not perfect, but I’m not bitter or twisted about it anymore, it just sucked at the time.  I was cheated on, and to anyone who’s had it happen to them knows that it does a lot of damage, it can take a lot of time to recover, and I was lucky to have the friends I had to help me.

The latter half of 2014 saw me drop into a real dark place, I contemplated suicide, and one day I considered it, staring at a packet of tablets for about 6 hours. It took my best friend randomly appearing at my house, practically kidnapping me and taking me to see Guardians of the Galaxy to snap me out of it! But both him and that movie saved my life, so I’m forever grateful to the pair of them. Also I started drinking heavily, at an unhealthy level but, like John Mulaney said, we don’t have time to unpack all of that!

2015-

Back to having a bit of a dull year, but only a bit. I knuckled down and got on with work, and proved myself time and time again. I remade myself, sorted my drinking out, and did a lot to make myself better, or at the very least, less of a fuckup.

I also managed to cram in three more concerts this year, saw Halestorm again with my best friend and another friend, and we loved one of the supporting acts, Nothing More. AND I GOT TO MEET THE SINGER AND HE WAS THE NICEST ERMAHGERD AND I STILL HAVE THE TICKET WHICH HE SIGNED. Then it was Theory of a Deadman later in the year, and they were phenomenal. But by far, the cherry on the cake was seeing Nothing More again, as a VIP! I got to meet the whole band, watch them from close up, got a crapload of merch, and just have the best damn concert experience I could ever have!

2016-

I started this year a little bit worse for wear, I was a little downbeat about things, and was a little bit lost with my choices in life. So I got a cat. Meg the Merciless. And she is a total bitch, mostly disobedient, attacker of unwatched feet. But she is one hell of a companion, and she loves me and Gabby, we can always rely on her to show us a little love and affection when we need it. But as long as it’s on her terms.

Only one concert this year, but it was a biggie: Sum 41 in London, with the same two friends I go to concerts with, aaaaaand we were bruised and injured from surrounding mosh pits, I think Jacob got a cracked rib for his troubles, and I got a smack in the head, so fun times all round!

I tried again for a promotion at work, and made progress! So that was good, my life’s going forwards, what else could happen to make this year more awesome?

OH THAT’S RIGHT I MET GABBY. Yep, thank you Plenty of Fish for giving the option to exercise my social awkwardness from a screen, because that makes me feel so much better! Anyway, yeah Gabby and I started talking on there, I seem to recall the conversation starting off about surviving a zombie apocalypse? Darling, please correct me if I’m wrong! But we started off strong, and carried on strong from there, I was able to open up to her, which made me feel amazing, confident about being in a relationship again, and then we finally met. And our first date was amazing, it may have been a simple idea, drinks, dinner, walking, trying to be a gentleman and not look at Gabby’s butt. Being told by Gabby to look at her butt, giving said butt 2 thumbs up. The usual stuff you know? But the thing that marvelled me most? Her honesty. Gabby hasn’t had the best life, and she has told me so much that any one thing might break some people, and yet Gabby has endured it all, and she is still one of the kindest people I have ever known. She was worried that I might’ve been scared off with what she wanted me know, but it made me love her more, because she trusts me to the point that she’ll tell me all of this. I visited the zoo in October with her, had an amazing first Christmas with her, met her nieces, who are all adorable, met her friends, had a blast, and had a somewhat awkward time introducing Gabby to my parents!

2017-

After nearly 6 months, Gabby was offered the chance to move in with me and my parents, because her home life was…pretty terrible. After suffering psychological abuse for 7 years at the hands of a total scumbag (side note, I find it really hard to hate people, but if this guy died? Fine.) and going away with me to London for a few days, she made the choice to move in. And I think she’s finally realising how terrible a choice that was, because this house is a total nutfest, and she is now a part of it AND CAN NEVER ESCAPE. But she’s embraced it, and has become a better person with her new environment!

Sticking to the topic of Gabby, she landed a job working with me at McDonald’s. And we became one of the greatest working couples in the whole world, people loved us there. Well, most people. I loved working with her, but the managers were becoming total dicks at the time, and Gabby was being discriminated for her mental health, which pissed me off. And thanks to my shitty advice, she quit in November. So go me!

I realise that so far, my 2017 has been largely about Gabby, AND THAT ISN’T STOPPING ANYTIME SOON! I made a post before about this, but Gabby took me to LFCC, my first ever convention. We went to London again, had a ball, met Glenn from Walking Dead, and Crowley from Supernatural! Later in the year we would also go back to London for MCM Comic-Con, which was more spectacle, but I preferred LFCC more, there were more famous people, and I’m a sucker for meeting the famous!

I saw Sum 41 again with my best friend, and we learned our lesson from the last concert, so we got seats up top, and watched from relative safety, and thank god for that because my hearing went to crap after that night! Gabby bought me tickets to go and see Nothing More again as well, and to show her my world a little more, I took her with me! God they know how to put on a show!

The year ended on the shitty side, and I was a pretty shitty boyfriend with this. But Gabby’s nan fell ill, and it wasn’t looking good, and when Gabby needed me after going to be with her mum at the end of the year, I wasn’t there. So I will be spending the rest of my life trying to make up for it. Sorry sweetheart.

2018-

A shit start to be honest. Gabby’s nan died, and it was a stressful time all round, Gabby and I had a massive argument, and I nearly drove her to self harm. Way to go Sam, you prick. I was convinced that after that, we would be over. Why would Gabby want to be with someone who drives her mental health into the dirt? So naturally I was surprised when she told me she still loved me, and still wanted to be with me, and when she moved back, and got a new job, I saw this as a chance to get things going back in the right direction, for the sake of us, and to show Gabby that I will always love her.

NOW FOR A BIG DRAMATIC CHANGE IN SAM’S LIFE. I quit McDonald’s. And looking back at it, thank fuck I did. I was gunning for another promotion, and I got so close to becoming a manager, only for it to be taken away. Yet another opportunity snatched by arseholes. So that was it, fuck ‘em. I quit, and thanks to Gabby finding it, I got a new job working in the same company as my dad, and I can safely say I have not regretted that decision. I love my new job to pieces!

Now, back to Gabby. AND YET ANOTHER DRAMATIC CHANGE IN SAM’S LIFE. In August, on Gabby’s birthday, I wanted to take her to the zoo, with her mum and nieces in tow. And that was the day I lost my girlfriend. AND GAINED A FIANCEÉ SEE WHAT I DID THERE TUMBLR? SUBVERT YOUR EXPECTATIONS OH YEAH. I proposed, and she said yes! I’m going to be a husband! I’m grateful for everything Gabby does, she teaches me so much, and sometimes doesn’t realise it, so to hear her say yes has to be the greatest thing she has done for me so far, because it shows that she wants to spend the rest of her life with an overweight, greying, eccentric, potty mouthed nerd.

I started learning to drive this year, because goddamn it, if I’m going to get somewhere with my life, I needed to drive, I needed a car. So I found a driving school, and got to work. Now it took me going to a different driving school to find out that my first instructor was just trying to bleed me for money, but I enjoyed the driving all the same. But when I had to find a new driving school, I saw that as an opportunity to procrastinate my arse off again. Well done Sam, well done. You prat.

2019-

I PASSED MY DRIVING TEST. After getting in with a new driving school, I got on really quickly, and passed first time, and in May, after Gabby passed her test as well, we got our first car. Moss, the (nearly) 18 year old Nissan Micra. He’s old, a bit clunky, but he’s an amazing car, and I couldn’t picture a better car for us to start with. Mainly because he’s small and really easy to park.

After getting my butt into gear, and sorting out some crap on my end, Gabby and I really got into planning our wedding, we set the date, and from there, we decided on venues, transport, Gabby chose a dress, everything was coming together in the planning phase. However, we didn’t anticipate that we would have already booked over ¾ of the wedding before the end of this year! Seriously, our wedding is in 2021, and we are practically done. WE BOOKED OUR HONEYMOON A FEW DAYS AGO FOR GOD’S SAKE. So yeah, 2020 may be a little less exciting!

Now for a little bit of a shitty part of 2019. I found out a friend of mine died, and that left me feeling down as hell. Of all the people, I never imagined my friend Jay would be one to go so soon. He was a massive character, big heart, and a bigger laugh to match. To hear him pass was frigging heartbreaking, and I don’t think I’ll stop visiting him anytime soon.

 Do I know what the next decade holds for me? Not a clue, but I’m glad I’m not alone for it, with Gabby at my side, and our wedding not that far away, I’m ready to make her the happiest woman alive, to start the family that we both want (I mean, apparently we’ll have twins when we have kids, so that’s going to be fun!), to live the lives that we want to spend together. To spend time with friends, new, old, and really old. But most importantly, to have her for all of it.

[purplesurveys]

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Have you ever been served breakfast in bed? Sure. When we don’t feel like having breakfast at the table together as a family, my mom just brings up food for us when we wake up. What is the most challenging meal you have ever cooked? I don’t cook or bake at all but back when we had to do it in home ec, I remember how hard macarons were to make (if this counts). Baking in general demands precision, it’s just that the skill needed to make macarons is pumped up to the max. Are you one to approach others, or let them approach you first? I let people approach me because I’m shy most of the time. When was the last time you took painkillers? Saturday. My toothaches struck once again and I didn’t want to be burdened while at dinner with Gab, so I had to take a painkiller for the second time that day. Have you ever picked flowers out of someone else's garden without asking? No. That’s kind of a dick move.

Who did you give them to, or did you keep them for yourself? What is your favorite thing to do as a little kid? I loved being allowed to play outside. My grandma was very strict with us and would sometimes not allow us to go outside and play with our neighbors – if we were allowed, we only could from 4 to 6 PM. So whenever we got to go out and play it was always really fun, even though I almost always went home sporting a new gash, cut, or wound. Then when we came back home, Nickelodeon would usually have an awesome program schedule, followed by changing the channel to Cartoon Network at 7 so we could watch Pokemon, then we’d flick the channel to Disney because Mr. Bean airs around 9 PM. Are holidays as fun for you now as they were when you were younger? I looked forward to holidays more when I was a kid because it was before a bunch of my relatives migrated to different countries. It’s never the same without them, which is often the case these days. Do you find non-fiction to be boring? I find fictional works to be boring, but I can spend hours reading non-fiction content. Are you a punctual person? Or are you always late? Yes, I hate being late.  Do you own a thesaurus? Do you actually use it? I owned a thesaurus because I had to back in grade school, but I’m not sure if I actually ever threw it out or not. Nowadays Google can easily be a thesaurus if I need it for that purpose. What is the longest essay or research paper you have written? It was our final paper for my communication research class last semester. If I remember correctly, it has about 90 pages.  Do you ever write your own short stories? I tried doing it when I was 12 or 13, but I didn’t find it fun. Also I was never creative enough for it and got bored real quick. I envy people who can write very good short stories. Have you ever won money by entering a contest/raffle? Raffles are a Filipino favorite and we have a lot of them, so yeah I’ve won some cash here and there. Have you ever lost something very valuable? Of course. The first valuable thing I ever lost was my first ever cellphone, given to me as a 7th birthday gift by my parents; I lost it while on a school field trip. I’ve always felt bad about that. Have you ever lost something with a lot of sentimental value? In high school, I lost a watch that my mom gave me. It was a super pretty watch and again, I haaaaated myself when I realized I had misplaced it.   Have you ever been close to drowning? Yes. When I was nine, my cousins and I went for a swim in our clubhouse’s pool. I was swimming at the deep end – which I normally could handle by myself – but suddenly one of my cousins grabbed at my legs which kept me from being able to lift my head above water because it felt like I was being dragged further down. Have you ever had a panic attack? Yes. I haven’t had one in a couple of years though, so I guess that’s good. What stores do you go into when you go to mall? I’m not a big store person when I go malling, but when I do stop by shops, it’s usually stationery stores, bookstores, or stores that sell cute novelty stuff like weird coasters, flasks, alarm clocks, etc. Do you ever stop to eat in the food court? Only if we want a quick snack to get by, like shawarma or corndogs. As much as possible I like eating in sitdown restaurants. Do you find it easy to relate to other people? These days, yeah. I’ll admit that when I was younger, I used to put a premium on being ‘not like other teenagers’ BAHAHAHAHA YUCK, but tbh there’s no shame in being able to relate to many others in terms of music or TV shows or other similar interests. It helps me gain friends, which is always a plus. Who is your favorite philosopher? I hate philosophy more than anything else in this planet. What is your favorite song to sing? OMG Thinking of You by Katy Perry easily takes the cake for this one. Do you consciously try to be unique, or do you just be you? I’m just me for the most part. Do you worry about being judged by other people? Sometimes, but it’s usually for stuff like having to borrow a pen in class, or having to ask for a piece of yellow pad – basically stuff that would make people think I was irresponsible haha. If someone doesn't like you, do you usually want to know the reason? Yes, just out of curiosity. But I wouldn’t feel like it’s the end of the world if I never got to know why. When was the last time you told someone something really important? A couple of weeks ago; I had to tell Gab I passed out quietly for a few minutes in the restroom in the middle of PE. The workout was too difficult and I didn’t have my water bottle with me that day, so I felt queasy quickly. Have you ever lost a large amount of money? Thankfully, no. The only time I lost my wallet, there was only around ₱600 in it. Have you ever tried to blame something you did on someone else? I mostly did it when I was a kid and blamed my little sister or brother for something. Did that person get in trouble, or did the plan fail? Failed, obviously.

What is the weirdest hairstyle you have ever had? I never went with weird hairstyles but my worst look will always be rebonded hair. I have a square face with a very strong jaw; completely straight hair has never suited me. Describe the ugliest pair of shoes you own? I don’t think I’ve ever allowed myself to wear shoes I thought were ugly, haha. How many times a day do you look in the mirror? For how long? Maybe a few times. Once before I leave the house, then maybe one or two times from my webcam just so I know how I currently look while in school, then again when I get home. Are you ashamed to leave the house when not looking your best? Not ashamed, just uncomfortable. If you are antisocial, WHY are you that way? That’s a legitimate personality disorder and I prefer we didn’t throw that word around like it’s nothing. Are you modest? Well I used to be, back when I was in Catholic school. I still hold some traditional sentiments here and there but I wouldn’t call myself modest. What is your favorite singer? Beyonce or Hayley Williams, for sure. If you could relive one day from last year, what day would it be? Why? April 21, 2018! It was my birthday and my first time driving out of town by myself. Gab and I went to Nasugbu for a day trip to the beach and Tagaytay for dinner. It was soooooo so fun even though we were exhausted afterwards and I was fighting to keep my eyes open while driving by that evening.   What is something that you are afraid to fail at? Something I’m supposed to be really good at, like writing. What would happen if you did fail at it? I’d feel insecure for a long time and for that period, no one would be able to encourage me and make me feel better. Do you ever worry about your loved ones dying? Ever since my grandpa and now Nacho passed away, yes. What is the cutest thing a guy could do for a girl? The cutest thing anyone* can do for anyone* is making time for them, I guess. I’m not very picky when it comes to showing love. Stuffed animals--immature, or should everyone have one? Neither. I don’t mind them but I don’t hate them. What do you like in your breakfast burritos? I don’t think I’ve ever had a breakfast burrito. What restaurant would you choose to go to for breakfast? Rustic Mornings, La Creperie, or Eggs For Breakfast! How much money do you think you cost your parents? Millions. Do you have good hand/eye coordination? Only when it comes to table tennis. I generally wouldn’t call myself skilled at catching stuff. Can you do a flip on a trampoline? I haven’t tried, and I think I’d be too scared to anyway. Do you remember the last time you climbed a tree? I don’t think I’ve ever climbed a tree...most trees here are riddled with red ants. Did you ever lie on your back and pick shapes out of clouds as a kid? Sure, but I didn’t do it all the time nor does it feel nostalgic to me. Do you watch any Japanese anime? Other than watching Pokemon when I was a kid, no. Is there a foreign culture you are interested in learning more about? I’m always interested in learning all foreign cultures. Do you let your emotions get the best of you in a fight? Sometimes. Do you know anyone whose reputation has recently been ruined? That’s what happened to Nach. It’s why I was always more gentle in dealing with him than everyone else, because I knew just how damaged his rep was after what happened. I didn’t want to add to that anymore. When did you first get a cellphone? I got my first one on my 7th birthday. Do you have your own laptop computer? Yes. How about your own digital computer? Like...a cellphone or calculator? I guess, yeah lmao. Do you drive your own car, or your parents? I’ve been given my own car for me to drive, but my parents bought it and own it. Say something inappropriate? Cunt. Always been my least favorite bad word. What were you doing before you started taking this survey? I washed the dishes. Describe the best summer you ever had? I don’t like my summers. It’s not a part of the year I look fondly on. Do you eat any meat other than turkey on Thanksgiving? I don’t celebrate that holiday. Did you attend a pre-school? My only other school apart from UP has a preschool, elementary, and high school. I studied there for 14 years. We also have a college, but it’s in our Makati campus.  Do you remember what it was like to learn to count to 100? Not really. What is something you lost in the process of growing up? The concept of looking to my mom if I have any problems. Do you wear any wristbands? If so, what's on them? Nope, I do not. What was the last picture you were in? We took a family photo over lunch yesterday. Did you have required reading material in high-school? We had required reading material from Prep all the way to senior year in high school. Do you keep your room organized? I try to. It becomes messy slowly over time but I always end up tidying my room. Do you vacuum daily? I don’t. How many board games do you own? A couple. I have Scrabble, Pictionary, and Trivial Pursuit. Own any books? ...Of course. Recently checked any books out from the library? Nah that was about a month ago. I recently returned a (overdue) book though. Does your cat give you kitty kisses? My dog gives me a single lick to the face whenever I come home from school. What’s in your make-up bag? I don’t have one.

[elizabethrobertajones]

13x13 watching notes

*goes to sit at the unpopular table*

Went to bed at 10, up at 7 for the ole watching Supernatural grind... *offers you all a chocolate biscuit*

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*waves hi at Michael* *and Kevin*

All the PoC are shoved in an AU... Thankfully now Rowena is back I can't say with the SOLE major female character but

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Oh gosh they're using Yockey's dialogue to explain everything, I don't know if I should laugh or cry

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IS CAS OKAY?

Why are you spitting blood... You weren't stabbed THAT badly were you?

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*remembers stabbing Lucifer*

You know in AtlA where Zuko made a good decision and prompty collapsed in an angst coma at the inner turmoil of doing the right thing?

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I have no clue why that all happened except to allow Lucifer to leg it.

Which, I mean, at least something happened to explain why Lucifer legged it.

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WHIMSICAL MUSIC.

OTT HETERO NONSENSE

I guess Dabb era means they're allowed to destroy expensive wedding cakes again now no one can tell him off for it

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Is that an Observer?

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Oh, creepy cupid

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It can not be good for Lucifer to eat cupid grace even more than normal grace because it's probably a Voldemort thing about love hurting him blah blah blah

Marghe was talking about this episode being a potential 9x03 parallel and I agree - and Lucifer's already messing up by voluntarily stealing grace just to keep himself alive for his own wanting to be alive purposes at the first opportunity. And we have cupids instead of reapers

and also I guess Cas wants to go back to the Bunker and no one's gonna boot him out if we're lucky :P

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Poor cupid. You only looked creepy as a circumstantial thing to watching these people fall in love with a besotted smile, no one understands your work :<

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Omg we didn't even see if Cas stole a car to get back... I must KNOW

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Anyway here's the sneak preview scene

Oh it gets worse; Cas is like "I met with Lucifer" instead of "Lucifer showed up and I had to hustle him off to a bar to stop the angels coming back and killing us, and then when I tried to contact you he stole my phone, and btw thanks for coming to my rescue in time."

Aka Cas can only be on the backfoot in this argument by his own social ineptitude at describing it/because the writers want him there

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"She's alive. That's all I know, sorry." Yes, good. Because Jack's with her so he'll make it all good and honestly the fact we haven't seen what's going on there since 13x09 is kinda weird because this is all time passing that Jack is with Mary and they only have one clip to show us of that - this is stretching the dramatic irony writing of the season to breaking point by not revisiting them sooner, as it's a loose end that would have IMMEDIATE pay off aka they aren't just sitting there staring at each other for months, and we know off-screen since BEFORE CHRISTMAS that Jack would help Mary and whatever delays are keeping him and idk his new BFF Kev from busting back to our world are manufactured to fill these weeks. I mean not like they can't have delays and problems, especially as Jack is out untested learning what's up with himself away from all his parental influences, as his big test, but the storytelling in the main part of the show is relying on what's happening in the AU for tension and Lucifer telling Cas she was being tortured is like, the last time HE saw her, and WE know Jack is with her so things are probably different, and now Cas is lying to the Winchesters about Mary so as not to upset them while unintentionally perhaps backing up whatever is going on with Jack. Or not! Who knows! It's been long enough the one glimpse of them staring at each other is starting to wear thin to give us any meaningful dramatic irony in these moments and they really ought to have had at least a teaser in the AU in 13x11

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Yep here's the parallel to the street scene in 9x03, except that Mark P is such a ham that he's doing a pantomime version of "I'm cold" complete with the directing showing us some warmer winter coats in case we didn't get the message, and then he starts staring at food... He can't be human so idk why without headcanoning hard about why it's affecting him so much when Cas immediately stopped caring about food when he stole grace.

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Maybe, I headcanon, being stabbed was bad enough that all the grace he had and stole went to repairing himself but it's a finite supply and he's already to the stage Cas was in in 10x01

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Oh now he's miming being hungry. "Hungry? Ew!"

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The fact he was looking at burgers as a Cas parallel and not a fried chicken joint for immediate emotional pay off is honestly the biggest failing of this episode so far

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Asmodeus is like "shit they got away as soon as my back was turned" Ketch is like "lol (but posh)"

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They have a weird staring each other down moment which Ketch either wins or Buckleming think that Asmodeus won but Ketch still won because Asmodeus admits to being monumentally stupid before giving Ketch his orders.

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I literally can not tell what the intent was here which is the most meta commentary on their dialogue I have ever witnessed and if it was not 7:30am and still mostly dark I would be howling with laughter. As it is, I feel a tear appearing in my eye as I take another chocolate biscuit.

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Now HERE is a surpringly good use of dramatic irony from Buckleming which unfortunately is not actually betrayed anywhere in their dialogue (e.g. "I stabbed him but he seems to be fine") when Asmodeus tells Ketch an angel blade to the heart will down Lucifer at this point. Basically relying on that this happened at the end of last episode (and the directing reminds us in flashbacks & recap) to confirm the dramatic irony and with these writers I'm only like 63% sure they meant to do this because I have a strong nagging doubt that they don't even read anyone else's scripts.

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If Asmodeus/Ketch becomes this fandom's Kylux I'm outta here

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*Lucifer fails to learn basic human decency from the homeless man* I'm really hoping this is a metaphor which they actually stick to - that he's self-serving and mean and refuses to even adapt his behaviour as a guise to benefit from human decency by pretending to be nice to get what he wants then...

They could just be showing him to be hopeless now and then use a stronger inciting incident later - Jack is a motivator for him like basically nothing else, but none of this *so far* indicates we should actually care about him as a person regardless of what he might do for Cas's son later in the season

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I also thought he might offer to heal the guy for food that didn't come from a dumpster but instead he's getting a tip off about Sister Jo

(Honestly, I've never dumpster dived but the stats about throwing perfectly good food away are so horrific that this seems like really misrepresenting dumpster diving, mostly because it implies the restaurant would keep food around long enough for it to go slimy and smelly, rather than throw it out while it's still completely good but no longer something they can sell, e.g. unclaimed pizzas, mishapen stuff, slightly burnt things, etc.

The fact that Buckleming seem unaware that "Next day pizza" is literally a thing and not gross and that fast food doesn't immediately expire but that you can eat left over pizza the next day without incurring any wrath of god speaks a lot to their privilege and Hollywood's impression of poverty, and this utopia where there's no waste and you can just throw out last night's pizza which is now skanky and rotten, and eat something better >.>)

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Huh, Dean and Cas appear to be alone and Dean is apologising for not knowing he'd been kidnapped which is literally the sort of scene which I'd hope would mean no one is in my inbox saying he doesn't care this time around.

"I-I-I-We should have known it wasn't you."

Sooooooooooooooooooooo close. SO CLOSE. SOOOOOO CLOOOOOOOOOSE.

Awww they're making excuses at each other. "He's a shapeshifter. I got myself captured." "but if Sam and I knew..."

"I'm fine Dean." "You sure about that?"

in 100 years when I get here THAT's going in the "Dean n Cas are in love" meta series.

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"I told Kelly I would protect HER son. I intend to keep that promise."

Interestingly, we're halfway through the season and Cas appears to have no idea Jack thinks Cas is his father, or any inclination to do more than protect him out of the goodness of his heart and another promise to look after someone in need of protection, making no positive affirmations to suggest he thinks of Jack in a fatherly way. Noted last episode, feeling the urge to comment this episode :P

I am not implying this is an entirely bad or ominous thing or whatever, but 1: Cas barely knows him so this is perhaps more healthy, 2: I am still dubious about how Jack originally nabbed himself a guardian angel and Cas has made NO comment on this scenario or, 3: discussed what it felt like on his end of what Dean has been accusing Jack of "sockpuppeting" Cas... I think it was much more grey area than that and Dean's mostly stopped accusing Jack of it, but it leaves massive questions. And 4: it means Cas is still doing this as a duty to Kelly rather than personal investment/parent feelings as his outwardly stated motivations, and it plays into the grey area of 5: we still thematically have Cas with a guardian angel burden just like I thought after 12x19 that this is what Jack wanted from Cas and after the presentation of how it was so bad for Cas to be the Winchesters' guardian that season, coming to a head in 12x19, I still think that his relationship with Jack is offering an alternative to directly critiquing that relationship anymore without damage between himself and the Winchesters, but still allowing some exploration of duty and the guardian angel burden, and perhaps the show is in no rush to have Cas leap into fatherhood when this parallel serves his arc so much better. Which also means 6: that nothing is over despite the progress he's made towards personal growth recently and all his old trauma and burdens are still hanging from him, he's just in a better place than he was with various new hopes and directions.

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Dean says nothing, and Moose Interruption Occurs.

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I have been wondering since the first promo clips revealing Donatello returning if they'd try and have a prophet-off with the AU and use his powers to either connect with Kevin or the AU... I wonder how right I'm about to accidentally be now we know a bit more about all this

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"... Now, it's gonna be harder than it sounds"

you think.

So this is Dean completely ignoring Billie's warnings and going full steam ahead huh

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*pulls out the demon tablet as well*

Oh boy you guys are really getting into the bad decisions

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Not mentioning what happened to the angel tablet is a pretty good swerve around reminding us Cas destroyed it "all for one man" because he's "in love with humanity" but you can't get past me that easily *taps nose*

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... this is a good time to remind everyone that Gadreel left all of Kevin's notes on the table when he walked out with the angel tablet.

You know

the notes where Kevin translated the entire angel tablet including the footnotes into ancient Sumerian

you know

a language

that maybe

someone who's been around

since ancient sumerian times

might be able to read

you know

like

Cas

*points at him for emphasis*

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https://elizabethrobertajones.tumblr.com/post/170677457313/i-i-hit-a-wall-translating-the-tablet-into

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Also seriously why would the same spell be on both tablets. I'd be extremely Buckleming disappointed if it was, and much much happier if 13x12 was an ominous warning about going around reading strange tomes and tablets and just doing whatever freaking spells you half understand that you find on them.

Remember, Kevin is a super-genius Princeton applicant who even in the AU was nurtured by Michael to be super smart like his freaking COURT WIZARD, and did a lot of maths and theory to make it work that apparently even Michael couldn't. (Obligatory throwback to the intro of the tablets and the reminder that human creativity and genius can do what super-smart monsters can't, via Charlie, Kevin's narrative pair.)

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Chicken wings, huh

(37 buckets tracks with how many bad hotdogs Kevin ate and gave himself a stroke over while translating the demon tablet the first time, I suppose.)

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I mean we knew it was coming, because set spoilers, but you KNOW how much happier I would have been if it had been the Lucifer thing. You know.

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Meanwhile: the extent to which I don't trust Buckleming is that I am wondering if the director cut an anvil line when they're like "who's killing angels!?" and it just cuts to the next Lucifer scene wordlessly

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I also would have no clue how intentional the "who's killing angels" connection is to 4x16 where that was the line of interrogation on Alastair and it turned out the first angels to be killed on the show were by Uriel for Lucifer, meaning that question still at the end of the day is answered by "lucifer"

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Hi Danneel

Query: if she is an angel, what does SHE need the cash for? :P

I assume that "for the fallen" sign is high irony about her being a fallen angel and she's pretending it's a charity donation in exchange for healing

I suppose she can buy nice outfits with it

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*exposition crime scene*

tiny redeeming factor about Dean talking about how boned they are and Cas turning to look at him and agreeing "epically"

Also for the first time they're all in long coats together praise the lord

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Okay I think her name is Eliel? I am not sure how to spell that at all, I'm just guessing because it sounded like "L I L" and then I angel-fied it, so tl;dr I'm gonna keep calling her Sister Jo and/or Danneel :P

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Oh good some exposition. Well at least she has literally explained the money is for the nice outfits XD

I like her. She's not scared of Lucifer, and she's one of the angels who slipped notice after the fall and started living her life as she wanted.

"So... Ca-ching!" I really like her now :P

This puts her in direct opposition to Cas not just at the start of season 10 when he was rounding up fallen angels and sending them back to Heaven with Hannah - when his heart wasn't really in it anyway - but more directly and importantly with 9x22 where he had sent a large amount of his army out to local hospitals to perform miracles on the DL for no reward except,  you know, angels should help people. Their hearts are in completely different places, with completely different understandings of what angels can and should do on earth if they are to be here.

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She bargains for her life with the same thing the wraith was going to do with Patience in 13x03, and how we've seen some monsters feeding in the past - notably the grigori angel that was eating soul energy in the place of grace but was essentially the same set up.

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Lucifer's also found someone smart enough to help him who he might actually listen to (since the homeless man would have helped had he listened but he wouldn't respect what a human says vs another angel maybe giving him some pointers for surviving down here).

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Sam, being the good wingman, leaves Dean n Cas to interview someone together while heading off alone

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Sam's hair is ENORMOUSLY fluffy

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Which reminds me, it's pouring with rain outside so I'm not going to get away with leaving my hair a day after getting it dyed, I sort of need to wash it BEFORE the sky does it for me and turns everything I own purple :P Idk if I'll be able to finish the episode before I have to go to yoga... hm. It's finally daylight-ish

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Oh of course they have creepy sexy grace eating going on because this whole grace vampire concept wasn't sexy enough when it was bald little cupids.

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*Dean casually in the foreground pulling out an angel blade*

That is your WIFE, sir

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And you should hear what she and Lucifer were doing

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Cas goes first :D

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LOL Ketch

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"Oh it's only you"

How DARE

the original flavour TFW line up has just busted into the room with you, you are in the presence of GODS

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"Isn't it possible that I'm simply trying to strike a blow for the good of humanity?"

"No, that's not possible"

Listen Cas's snark is weaponised now. How did Ketch not crumble into ASH

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no one says Huzzah

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Thanks Cas

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Listen however many gifs there are of that move (omg Cas looking at Dean, Dean nodding to him, Cas Doing The Thing) there are not enough so I'm gonna just... make one...

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Lol, just throw him in the trunk.

"I like that plan."

Oh the wall dividers from the fake 5x04 set are on the stage too. It's DEFINITELY being used for performances of Supernatural The Musical in between healing sessions

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Aniel? Eniel?

Danniel

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Stop putting Cas in the backseat to moodily stare into the middle distance between the Winchesters! He's earned shotgun a million times over! He was in PRISON and you DIDN'T KNOW

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A neon sign where all the letters are out except "AU" in "Restaurant"

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At this point I'm assuming Danniel is seducing Lucifer for her own purposes and honestly whatever go for it I guess, if you win, and this isn't any creepier than it already is

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The fact he ate a cupid and all that is probably relevant

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Tbh them flopping onto the bed after is still somehow the least weird of all the weird crap Buckleming have made the characters do and I don't know if I'm numb to it or because it's Lucifer I have negative investment in his character anyways but you know, whatever floats their boat :P

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"It's always so strange, that final moment, when I've lost just enough grace that I'm almost - " "Human." "I feel... emotions. Sensations. Things they must feel."

Honestly she's sounding more like Cas or Hannah than Lucifer going through his experience, almost like being a more generic angel, as soon as she loses grace she gets more affected than he does in the ways he's been affected where he cares only about being cold and hungry. And lonely. Bleh :P A concession to emotional weakness - he does love to be adored and surrounded by people who'll tell him how great he is.

He says he can't see how they go on but she says she sees how there can be pain, "but also hope. Love even. Angels can only imagine."

She's reeeeeally getting back to that Cas in 10x01 dialogue where Hannah was confused about human things, and Cas described to her what they were and that they were good things to feel on earth.

Ow.

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She envies humans, because they can "Be anything."

it's like we've come full swerve back to the stuff from the start of season 10 that was so exciting for Cas exploring the intricacies of humanity... Yikes.

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Wow her job sucked :P I can see why she went and asked for change when facing an eternity of that... More suggestions that Heaven is not really something that can or should be restored, never mind how volatile it was and how the angels engineered the original apocalypse. The entire system is pointless and just makes dangerous bored angels... The kind of angels who hop on the Lucifer bandwagon as soon as it comes into town because being righteous on behalf of Heaven is pointless to them. Why take a stance against Lucifer in the first place if your moral alignment was always to Heaven first and Heaven sucked that much.

"Goodness" is not an inherent alignment for angels... Looking to a leadership they trust to be good is what they were built to do, and assuming their causes are good because they're on them is another pitfall of that. The other is just all the angels who turn against Heaven entirely >.>

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Lucifer says he's "going to be a father" which, uh, seems like this episode was written last year and then re-written for THIS year because he really ought to be talking about how he IS a father and he's looking for his son...

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He starts maybe feeling feelings, and hastily gets up to start posturing, at which point he does actually say he's going to find his son.

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Lol, HERE'S Casmodeus in a scene that doesn't have anything to do with anything.

Donatello casually tells Casmodeus that he has the demon tablet. Honestly, they probably ought to have, you know... explained everything that happened to Kevin to him... Like oh hey btw this is one of the most desired objects in the universe being the word of god n all and wowweee we've had some problems with people stealing it and our prophets in the past. Maybe sit tight and don't answer the door?

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Or go out and get huge buckets of chicken and chat to any of us who isn't where you think we should be

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Please don't start talking about the ingredients for the spell in public

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dear god the worst bit is they made a character plausibly dumb enough to drop the idiot ball for them to the point where Asmodeus is probably best served to just leave Donatello where he is and walk him back and forth from the chicken place every day

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They become unexpected friends and at the end of the day he can't bring himself to kill his goofy prophet buddy

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"I'm the only person on the planet who can read the thing"

Budddyyyy.

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Duuuuuuuuuuuuuude. Now he's just telling Casmodeus that Jack's in the AU and

*takes his chicken away* You're grounded. Just. Go to your room.

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Asmodeus's voice coming out of Cas is wrong and bad.

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Asmodeus is unimpressed with your offbrand chicken

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aw crap I have to go

Last 10 minutes drama when I get home... They'll open 100 portals and it will be a Mess.

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it never bodes well in a Buckleming episode when there's 10 minutes to go and TFW get out the car to go confront Lucifer.

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Danniel is like "Castiel, what are you doing here?" like it wouldn't be blatantly obvious :P

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I am pretty sure she's tricking them into thinking she's more of a hostage than she is but it's hard to tell tbh, given these writers and their history of writing sexy encounters between characters which should not have sexy encounters, and that sort of tension in the writing is not particularly where you want the ambiguity to be resting in character dynamics :P

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I think maybe she is after telling Lucifer that she told them how weak he was, assuming that he's actually strong enough to take them out and has been snacking on her grace non-stop  somehow

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Okay yeah she is betraying them for love, and I add a confused "phew" onto the end of that thought. I have no idea how I feel about them tbh and I never worked it out on the bus ride around town >.>

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Ketch really wants them to stab him, huh? He hasn't said anything this conversation to de-escalate the situation, used a demon bomb on a room full of angels, including Cas so if it had worked it would have hurt him but it didn't even work so he just wasted something expensive, and then he's like, fine, let's all work together and Sam's like dude no and Ketch is like, fine, will you trust me if I tell you I'm working for Asmodeus?

Dean's like "... they don't let me say fuck on this network but how the fuck does that help??"

Ketch offers to pass information BACK to them from Asmodeus, which absolutely does not patch up the leak of their prophet wandering off to get fried chicken and coming back with KFC

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"I'm the lesser of at least three evils" that isn't really very reassuring either mate

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Also with the terrible sales pitch: Lucifer trying to convince the angels to let him run Heaven with Danniel as his queen

I can't even work out if he's pretending he can make new angels or not, but I sort of feel like he totally can't and it would go about as well as the Plum sisters trying to resurrect their mom, who in this weird instance stands in for God

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"How would you like your wings back" baaaaad idea

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Cut to Donatello munching a million chicken wings

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How is he not dead

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*Cas side-eyes the enormous pile of chicken wings too*

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"We need him" Yeah, being needed still sucks and even if you need someone you can still want to shoot them as soon as they're not useful >.>

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Oh dear, Lucifer got what he wanted. And Danniel is his queen, exactly as SHE wanted.

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And Ketch and Asmodeus are back to sharing a drink like THEY wanted since they were on a holiday cruise together when Cas escaped and are apparently just an item now

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Oh no apparently he was going shopping getting some artefact

An archangel blade which doesn't look anything like any sword we've ever seen any archangel ever hold before and also no one has ever stabbed an archangel with

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uuuuuuuuuuuugh

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I don't like this at all and it's entirely because Gabriel had such a good story in the first place and I really really LIKE him. And whatever they explain is going to have to be stupid by neccessity, they're not gonna bring Raphael back which is only somewhat mitigated by bringing Michael back in a black vessel but whatever, if you have all 3 of the others running around and never give Raphael another go, it just looks bad because now we have a forgotten archangel just chilling down in season 5/6 being completely ignored for another go around when all the others do >.>

ALSO HE DIED GOOD and 9x18 was great and all but uggghh it was good because he was safely still DEAD

I mean I guess since Lucifer got free again his sacrifice was pretty much in vain anyway so maybe he should get another crack at killing him but uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugghhhhhhh

I'm going to guess I'm the biggest killjoy at the party right now, which is weird because I actually like 99% of this episode as not being terrible and for Buckleming one of their best non-rapey non-racist, only a few random dropped idiot balls episodes... And I'm assuming the Gabriel decision comes at a higher level, or at least needed a lot of approval and working into other plots.

But uuuuuuuuuuughhhhhhhh. That just means I disapprove all over this place and this isn't a criticism of a Buckleming thing, it's the fact that I've had lukewarm to tepid interest in Gabriel coming back the entire time and now he's back and I'm gonna have to live with this >.>

[justpeachy--keen]

Excerpts from the Diary of Daisy Juliet O’Hara

Dated: October 21, 2016 - August 11, 2017

[tw - talk of noncon kissing (pretty tame) and murder (also pretty tame)

October 21, 2016 Dear Diary,

Can you take back a first kiss? I want to. I think I’m going to, because mine was gross. That’s because Devon is gross. I don’t know why I let him kiss me. Well, I didn’t really let him. He just kind of did it! It was there and over so fast I didn’t know what to do. I don’t even remember anything about it. What did it feel like? I dunno. What did it taste like? Ugh, that awful vodka stuff.

*Note One: does all vodka taste that awful? Why do grown ups drink it? Especially if it makes you do stupid things like kiss your sister!!

It was even more dumb because he yelled at me afterwards for pushing him. He was all: “Daisy!! What was that for?!” And then Mark sided with him, saying I shouldn’t have pushed him in the first place and that they were just messing around. Boys are so dumb.

Anyway, I feel much better now that I have decided to pretend it didn’t happen. That means when I get my real first kiss with Malik, it will be amazing. Maybe my foot will even do that pop thing like Mia talks about in Princess Diaries! That would be super cool. Then I’ll know it is my first real kiss.

*Note Two: Ask Malik if he wants to go see the Great Gilly Tompkins this weekend!

That’s all for now. Hopefully I’ll have something more interesting to report tomorrow when I hear back from Malik.

Adios! Daisy Juliet O’Hara

December 25, 2016 Dear Dairy,

I love Christmas, don’t get me wrong. BUT THIS MORNING!!! Oh, I could’ve killed Veronica. She came into my room and started bouncing on my bed at like 7 in the morning! What is the point of having my own bedroom if people just barge into it all the time? I was sooooo annoyed and I yelled at her and then I made her cry and then Mark yelled at me and Angelica and Thomas weren’t even awake yet.

But, oh well! The rest of the day was really fun.

Angelica and Thomas (or “Santa Claus” as they still pretend since Veronica and Rachel are still babies who believe in that kind of stuff) gave me a new computer! It doesn’t have internet access, but that’s okay because I don’t really #surftheweb anyway. I’ve got my phone for that.

*Note One: do Angelica and Thomas even know I have internet on my phone? Best not to mention it, just in case. What would I do without Instagram?!

My laptop was really my only gift because it was soooo expensive, but that is okay because it is all I really wanted anyway!

I gave everyone stories, you wanna know what they were about?

Well, Angelica got a story about a lady that couldn’t have kids adopting a bunch with all these special abilities and then one day this bad guy comes along and all her kids like totally protect her from the bad guy. It was really cool, it made her cry.

Thomas got a story about this guy who just made all these wood carvings and they were like so good that they came to life and started wreaking havoc in the town! He told me it was really creative and funny.

Mark got a story about a jock who secretly loves theatre a la HSM—he didn’t like it but that’s just because I exposed his secret. But!! Angelica thought it was really cool he wanted to start a band that, like, specifically toured around at old folks home and like—hospitals. I think that sounds really dumb and boring but he is a good singer.

Devon got a superhero story, it was pretty cliché but I got to work on my action scenes, which is important. So, that’s good. He liked it. Kissed my cheek for it.

Rachel got a story about a girl who finds out she’s a princess but her family was like—banished and everyone had died but her and she had to reclaim the throne. It was super cool because I made sure the girl was like a bad ass and like knew kung fu.

Veronica got a story about dogs. I’m not really good at anthropomorphic stuff and it wasn’t my favorite, but I think she liked it! I made sure the main dog was her favourite kind, even though I think that bull terriers are really funny looking.

Okay!! I’m getting called down for supper!

Adios! Daisy Juliet O’Hara

January 23, 2016 Dear Diary,

Today, someone moved in two houses down and on the other side of the street. Angelica brought him coffee cake, but she told Thomas that he was really weird. She didn’t think I was listening, but I was. Sometimes I sit with my headphones in and not playing so that I can hear what people are saying and they think I’m not.

This is how I found out Mrs. Howell was cheating on her husband with the Geometry teacher. Ohmigosh that was so funny. Her husband still doesn’t know but I’m not going to be the one to tell him, of course. Though, most of the school knows by now. That’s not my fault. I only told Malik and Patrick and Melanie and James and Marta, it’s up to them who they tell. Not me.

Anyway, I think I’m curious, so I’m gonna go investigate tomorrow.

Adios! Daisy Juliet O’Hara

February 5, 2017 Dear Diary,

Woooooooooooow, okay, so I was supppppper busy these last few days (which is why I haven’t written in you!) and I’m super sorry about that. But! This girl went missing from down the street. She was like my age-ish. I think she was 18? Her name was Sally and she was super cool, like—she dyed her hair funky colours and she invited these men who had like beards or like, wore suits, over allllll the time when her parents weren’t home and she smoked weed too.

I think she ran off with some man. I told Angelica and Thomas this and they sent me to my room for joking around, but I’m not!! I really think she did. Sometimes her parents got in really nasty fights and then she would leave to go stay at her friend’s house.

She’s not there, though, so that means that she just ran away. Seems pretty simple to me. The police are so stupid.

Adios! Daisy Juliet O’Hara

March 25, 2017 Dear Diary,

IT’S MY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SWEET SIXTEEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I’M PRACTICALLY AN ADULT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh my gosh, I had such a good day!! Having your birthday on a weekend is like soooooo much better than having your birthday during the week. I didn’t have to worry about homework or anything like that! All my friends were free and we went to the Australian zoo which was just sooo cool. Oh my gosh, we tried to steal this adorable baby goat from the petting zoo and we got so close too, I’m so mad! It’s all Marta’s fault, she started laughing and broke my concentration and I dropped the invisibility around the goat in the middle of the parking lot!!

Everyone saw it. I was so mad at her. But, well, I dunno what I would do with a baby goat anyway. I just thought it was super cute and if I could get it for free, well! Why not?

The zoo keepers were pretty mad and so were my foster parents but I think it’s going to be okay. They gave me a pass since it is my birthday and they’re not going to ground me so that’s really cool of them. Thomas said something along the lines of “gosh, I can’t imagine what she’s going to do for her eighteenth birthday!”

And I said: “I don’t know either! But it’s gonna be GREAT!”

They started laughing at me. I dunno why but I could tell they just thought it was funny. Angelica shook her head at me but Thomas gave me a big kiss on top of my head.

I kinda hope they adopt me before then. I love them a lot.

Adios, Daisy Juliet O’Hara

May 9, 2017

The girl sat on a bench in the quad at her high school. It was lunch time and she was very nervous. Not because of lunch, but because of the boy walking towards her. She had put her make up on very carefully today, and she had had her outfit picked out for like a whole week. It was a pair of black jeans and bright pink and yellow trainers, her shirt was a soft yellow, not too obnoxious, and frilly—a spaghetti strap, and she was wearing a cool leather jacket over it because it was a little breezy (she was glad she put her hair in a ponytail.)

The boy sat down next to her and gave her a hug. “Hey, Daisy Rose! You look nice!”

“So do you,” she complimented.

And he did. He was wearing a leather jacket too, and he looked even cooler in it than she did. He’d styled his jet black hair and he kind of looked like a person from that movie Greece that Angelica Amy liked to watch sometimes.

“Thanks!” he said. “So, uhhhh—Patrick Peter told me that Marta Martha told him that James John said that you’d told him in first period you wanted to talk to me?”

“Oh, yeah!” Rose said, “I was wondering if you wanted to be my boyfriend?”

“Ohmygosh! I thought you’d never ask me,” Malik Waseem exclaimed and leaned in to kiss her. They totally made out with tongue and everyone in the cafeteria clapped.

*Note One: that’s not what happened. Apparently, Malik has been dating Melanie for like two months and he didn’t tell any of us until today.

Adios, Daisy Juliet O’Hara

August 11, 2017 Dear Diary,

They found Sally from up the street’s body today.

Someone murdered her but no one can figure out how. She was just—dead. There were like no stab wounds or bruises or anything. Her eyes were like—wide open? Have you ever seen a dead person’s eyes before? It’s super creepy. They just—stare at you but like you can tell nothing is there and that they are dead.

I probably shouldn’t have snuck up to the crime scene but it was like right by our house and in my defense I didn’t know that was what it was. I just saw the cop cars.

No one knows who killed her but I guess she didn’t run away after all.

Adios, Daisy Juliet O’Hara

[orange-unnie]

Try some.

100 Ways to Say I Love You: 28/100

The smell assaulted you as soon as you entered the apartment; strong, spicy and a hint of something burning.

"Ji?" You called out, slipping your shoes off and hanging up your coat. 

"In the kitchen!"

Well that's a new one. The only time Jiyong ever involved himself in the kitchen was for coffee, midnight leftovers or instant noodles. But the scent wafting through your home was much more.... interesting than any of those. 

Indeed, you found him in the kitchen, wearing one of your old floral aprons and trying to balance a steaming pot in one gloved hand and a pan in the other, sweat beading on his forehead. The sight reminded you of a clown juggling a bunch of kitchen utensils and you tried to hide your chuckle.

"Can you help me out?" He asked, almost pleading. You assumed he wanted the pan in the oven, unable to open it with his hands full. It took everything you had to bite your tongue from telling him to just set the pot down first while you pulled open the oven door. A quick peek at it's contents really gave you no hint at what the dark sludge was, it was like nothing you had ever seen, edible or not. 

Jiyong sighed in relief as he slid it onto the metal rack. "Thanks."

"Soooooo, what are you making Chef Kwon?"

"Dinner, what does it look like?"

"Like you're doing a science experiment with wet dirt and some....whatever that is," you gestured at the substance in the pot now steaming away again on the stove. Jiyong pouted. 

"It's supposed to be a stew..."

You had a look again and tried to give an encouraging smile. "And in the oven?"

"A cake," he answered proudly. "For you. I thought I'd make you dinner tonight since you're always the one cooking. I asked Youngbae for some recipes but I'm not quite sure how to do this..."

"I'm sure it will be great," you said, leaning in to hug him without getting any of the splattered ingredients from his apron onto your clothes."I'll go get changed and then I'll help set the table."

Jiyong nodded then let go to rush back to the pot as it began to bubble over. 

As you got out of your work clothes and slipped into your sweats, you listened to the various clanging and swearing coming from the kitchen. It had been a pleasant surprise for you to find Jiyong making dinner, but he had never been the greatest cook and you could only assume that he had gotten the idea from Youngbae, not just the recipes. He did this from time to time, get this grand idea in his head and sometimes it worked out, like when he made you a painting on your birthday. But other times, Jiyong's talents were stretched thin and in this case you knew it would be the latter. Good thing you had the local take out restaurant programmed into your phone.

Just as you were tying your hair up into a bun, the fire alarm went off. 

"Shit shit shit! Jagi!!" Jiyong yelled. You ran into the kitchen to a cloud of smoke from the oven. "Open the windows!"

It was beginning to get chilly out yet you cranked open the windows anyway and went back to fan away the smoke from the smoke detector.

"No...." Jiyong sighed, pulling the burnt to a crisp cake from the oven.

"It's only been 15 minutes, how did it burn so fast?" You exclaimed. Then you glanced at the temperture gage. 350 degrees celsius. 

"Ji, you do know this recipe is in Farenheit, don't you?"

"What?"

"You're recipe. It's 350 degrees Fareneheit."

"It's not the same?"

You sighed. "No, it's not..."

"Why would they do that? Anyway. There's still the stew." Jiyong gave the liquidy, chunky substance a stir. Your stomach lurched. "Here, try some."

"Um.....you first."

"Oh, come on, it can't be that bad." He spooned up a mouthful and blew on it before tipping it back. You watched his face morph from surprise to disgust before he ran to the sink and spat it out. Now you couldn't help but giggle as you poured him a glass of water to rinse out the taste. He reached for it and looked up at you sheepishly. "Take out?"

You pulled out your phone with a smirk. "Say no more Chef Kwon."

[cradanmor]

Reasons people aren’t worth it.

THE FOLLOWING IS ONE OF THE REASONS I HAVE ISSUES WITH PEOPLE. I WAS FRIENDS FOR A LONG TIME WITH THESE PEOPLE, AND EVEN FELT AS THOUGH THEY CARED MORE FOR ME THAN MY REAL FAMILY. I WAS WRONG ON SO MANY LEVELS.

 THEM-How dare you....!!!! I mean HOW DARE YOU You let us let you into our home, and go places with our son, EVEN went on vacation with us, and then you have the nerve to tell him you are GAY ! I have met a lot a people that I thought had a lot of nerve but you mister take the freaking cake! No wonder you have problems....being gay is an abomination , and you know that...you and I discussed that. ....when we talked about the Bible. I can not express to you how upset and mad my family is....and HURT! You knew this and still wanted to go and do things with us and our son.....I used to think you needed to get some guts and do things....well apparently I was soooooo wrong....cause you got a lot of NERVE! I will pray for you and your soul. May God have mercy on you, and may you get the help you so desperately need. Cause you need more help now than ever!!

ME-So should I just delete you guys and never talk to you again

 THEM-What I want to know is when did you come to this conclusion?

ME-You want me to be honest...I've always felt different I just didn't feel the same way about girls and I kept finding myself looking at guys I've tried to fight it and not give in to the feelings but I can't. I've asked countless times for God to help me change to find a girlfriend and be happy I've tried to find one and make it work but to no avail. Never did I mean to hurt you or your family but this is who I am. I would never do anything that would hurt you, and I'm not into Kelly if that's what you guys think I've always thought of him as my best friend someone who would be there for me through whatever and accept me. I guess I was wrong

 THEM-Oh this is not Kelly talking....he can speak for his self. This is ME!

ME--I didn't say it was but he hasn't talked to me so what am I supposed to think. He is literally the only person I've told that hasn't accepted me

 THEM--and don't play the guess I was wrong thing....and the whole pity party thing....that won't work. The damage you have done here is immeasurable. You know why Kelly has not said oh ok that is fine and great? Cause he has been raised and taught enough to know that it is WRONG, and not something that should be approved of! We are not the bad people here...Kelly is not the bad person here.....so don't give me the crap of he is the only one that has not accepted you! You have always said you read your Bible well apparently you don't read it very well. I truly thought you were smarter than this, but there again I was WRONG.....wow just wow......You know I am not even really mad that your Gay.....I am mad at the deceit that has been involved......altho the gay part has made my blood boil.

ME--What deceit I've tried everything to not feel like this apart from killing myself

 THEM--OHHHHHHH you have known this for awhile, this is not just something that you decide over night! That deceit.

ME--And I'm not throwing a pity party, I would like to keep my friend is all and I know you and him and even me was raised go think it's wrong.

I never said anything because I thought maybe I could find a girlfriend and be happy to be halfway normal because i never wanted to lose anyone in my life. I can't that's not whay I want. I want to be loved and give love in return and this is the only way I can

 THEM--If you wanted to keep your friends then you should have thought about that before deciding to be GAY!!!! OH and there again do NOT EVEN tell me that it is not a decision......cause in order for you to be GAY....my God would have had to make a mistake and he does not make mistakes!!!! God does not create abominations..... Humans make mistakes, and you just made the biggest mistake of your entire life. If you think this is the only way you can be loved you have got a HUGE disappointment ahead of you....

ME--Then I will just end it and be over with it

 THEM--Oh don't go there....

 THEM--I did not create this mess.....you did, and you better get ready for a lot worse rejection and worse comments than what I have had....you just chose a life that GOD does not APPROVE of....you think life was hard before....you just wait. Again....I truly will pray for you and for your soul, and pray that God will please help me to calm down and forgive you...cause if I don't that only hurts me, and I am not giving you that satisfaction! and yes I am still shaking my head....cause I can not get over the nerve you have. GOODBYE!

THE FOLLOWING IS AFTER I TALKED TO ONE OF THEIR OTHER FAMILY MEMBERS, THEY WERE TOLD WHAT WAS GOING ON AND THAT I DIDN’T WANT TO BOTHER THEM EITHER AND WAS SORRY IF THEY FELT THE SAME WAY, THEY ASSURED ME THEY DIDN’T AND SHORTLY AFTER I GOT THIS.

 THEM--Hey....it is BLANKSPACE. I need to tell you I am sorry....I was to harsh, but I was so upset, and I am still am cause I feel like you were deceitful in all of this, and to me that is the same as being lied too.

So please accept my apology...I know I hurt you, and I should not have handled it that way.

Well....the rest is up to you ...I apologized and that is all I can do.

ME--I understand and I accept your apology but that's all I have to say just can't take any more hurt

 THEM--Well....I will not be hurting you any more. Best Wishes for a Happy Life

ME--Thanks, same for you hope you all have a good life

 THEM--Thanks...I realize you don't want to talk to me so I am going, but try and put yourself in my shoes, and then tell me if the role was reversed you would not be a tad upset.

ME--No honestly I wouldn't i mean it's not like I've tried to sleep with Kelly or anything and I've been working so hard to figure out what I want and this is it. This is me and if you guys can't accept me and still feel the same way, because nothing literally nothing has changed, then I won't bother you or Kelly or Gary

 THEM--Ok....fine. I apologized....we won't bother you either....night

[sheneverupdates]

Kagakuro Gift Exchange: Tastes Like Cake

To: trip From: sheneverupdates Prompt: Kagami’s birthday and Kuroko tries his hardest to make a cake but it doesn’t work that well Message: I’m soooooo sorry for being late T-T. I couldn’t decide between making a fic or a picture, so I ended up doing both. Thank you for participating for the @kagakuroexchange and I hope you like it hun! Again, so sorry for making you wait OTL

“Nigou, down.” Kuroko chided, shooing the small dog that curiously sniffed at the cake he pulled out of the oven. But he was glad the puppy didn’t turn tail and run away from the smell this time. It was encouraging.

This was attempt number five.

The recipe was from his grandmother, who baked the most delicious cakes for his birthday. They were soft, moist and smelt rich with vanilla. Every bite was like heaven.

And Kuroko wanted to bake it himself for his boyfriend’s birthday.

But, it seemed that he didn’t get all the necessary information to bake it properly, such as: what order to mix the ingredients together, or how long to bake it in the oven. It wasn’t that Kuroko was a bad cook; he just hadn’t baked by himself before, and he didn’t know these things. During the first attempt, the cake set off the smoke alarm and was burnt to a crisp. The second attempt, he didn’t keep it in the oven long enough, and was still runny in the middle. He stuck it back in and ended up burning that too. The third attempt, Kuroko kept opening the oven door to check on it, determined not to burn this one too. Instead, the cake deflated. On the fourth attempt, Kuroko resorted to looking up how long to bake it on his phone. Everything seemed like it was fine, until Kuroko sampled it, and gagged. Turns out he’s been mixing up the sugar and the salt jars all this time.

Kuroko carefully sliced a small piece off the top of the cake and took a tentative bite. It was slightly tougher than how his grandmother makes it, but it was good. If anything, the center would be moist. Right?

Kuroko smiled in satisfaction and got the ingredients to make the icing.

Turns out, Kuroko was worse at decorating than baking.

The pieces he cut for the tiers were uneven and lopsided, his piping technique non-existent, and to top it off, he didn’t realize he had to wait for the cake to cool completely before frosting. So naturally, the icing was melting off.

Kuroko pouted. ­­He didn’t expect this to be so hard.

“I don’t think Kagami-kun is going to be very impressed with this, Nigou.”

“Impressed with what?”

Kuroko jumped as he heard his lover’s voice next to his ear. “K-Kagami-kun! Don’t scare me like that.”

“You’re one to talk. Always appearing out of nowhere.” Kagami chuckled and placed a kiss on his shadow’s cheek as he wrapped his hands around his waist. “I’m home.”

“I didn’t hear you come in.” Kuroko chided lightly as he tried to block the taller male’s sight from what he was working on, with no avail.

“I did call out, but you didn’t answer. I guess you were too focused on…that?” Kagami guessed, tilting his head slightly as he got a better look at the cake on the table. A warm smile spread across his face as he understood what his boyfriend was up to. “Did you make that for me?”

Kuroko blushed, “It was supposed to be a surprise for your birthday. It’s not ready yet…and it turned out to be a disaster.”

“What? No way…so what if it’s a little lopsided, and melting, and you missed a spot there-oof!”

Kagami rubbed his stomach from where Kuroko elbowed him.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding. I love it Kuroko, really. Especially the little basketballs you decorated on it. Nice touch.”

“…those are tigers.”

“Oh…really? Oh, wait I see it now. The whiskers…or stripes. They’re cute.” Kagami bit his lip, trying not to chuckle.

“If Kagami-kun keeps laughing, you won’t get a slice.”

“I’m not laughing.” Kagami snickered, as he hugged Kuroko tighter, “You’re just so cute, Kuroko. To go through all this trouble for me. You put so much effort. I really appreciate it.”

Kuroko fidgeted, feeling shy all of a sudden, “It’s really nothing, Kagami-kun. I just wanted to do something special for you on your birthday. It just didn’t come out as planned.”

“I don’t know about you, but I don’t judge a cake by how it looks,” Kagami’s lips pulled into a teasing smirk as he licked a smear of icing off of Kuroko’s cheek. “It’s the taste that counts, right?”

Kuroko felt his cheeks glow again, “I…suppose.”

“Feed me?” The taller male requested innocently, though eyes sparked with mischief, like an overgrown child. And Kuroko couldn’t refuse him, not with that hopeful look on his face.

He cut off a piece of cake, turned to face him fully and lifted it to his lover’s lips.

Kagami took a small bite, “Mmm…sweet,” he complimented as he went in for a bigger, messy bite, taking Kuroko’s fingers in his mouth as well.

Kuroko gasped in surprise and giggled, “Kagami-kun!”

“M f’orry, I’f was jus’ ‘fo tasty,” he grinned and swallowed, his lips smeared with icing, “I wanted to make sure I got all of it.”

Kagami leaned forward, licking his lips, “You should really try this icing.”

Kuroko smiled, “If you insist.”

He stood on his toes and captured his boyfriend’s lips between his own. He sucked lightly, savouring the taste of the sweet frosting with a hint of vanilla. Kagami gave a content sigh and pressed their lips together more firmly. His tongue slipped into Kuroko’s mouth, giving him more of that sugary taste. Kuroko let out a soft moan, as Kagami ran his tongue over and under his own. Kagami’s large hands gripped his hips and lifted him on to the table. Kuroko leaned back on his elbow and swiped a large glob of icing off the cake. He gave his finger a sensual lick, enjoying how his partner’s eyes were glued on him. Without further prompting, Kagami closed the distance between them again, pressing his body further against the table.

Kagami hungrily lapped up more icing from his lips, as if the taste was the most addictive thing he knew.

‘Maybe,’ Kuroko thought to himself, ‘I’m not that bad at baking after all.’

[wreckedwaters]

Drabble #2                                             Summer Rain |Rucas|

Based off of Tumblr Girls

                        You and I we’re made of glass, we’d never last

“Maybe around this time next year we’ll be here together wondering what could’ve went wrong. Heck, we’ll probably think ‘Why in the world did we think we were different?’. But you know what Riles it doesn’t matter if you’re going to NYU and I’m Going to A&M in Texas, what matters is that I love you and I know we can make this work.”

“Okay that was better but you’re still fidgety, I mean come on dude you’ve been waiting since 8th grade to ask her out again, do you really think you need to do all of this?” Zay questions while sitting on the couch at Topangas eating popcorn, it was there second-to-last summer together before their senior year and Lucas finally got the courage to ask her out. 

Well somewhat of courage.

“Zay I want to do this right, I mean we spent three years in a love triangle and it just ended last week when Maya finally said she was officially out and went to some art camp in Peru… I care about her a lot–”

“And you don’t wanna screw it up, blah blah blah, I know you’ve said it for years that you’d ask her out when it’s your moment and if it’s now then do it now”

“Do what now ?” Both of the boys turn their heads towards the door to see Riley walk in with a small smile on her face. She looked like a beauty in just her simple light blue skirt and bright hot pink crop top, her hair slightly curled as her black ankle high boots trudge against the floor. She looked between the two, now completely quiet, boys as they stared awkward at the ground. 

“I’m just gonna go ahead and head out before the storm starts up, knowing New York weather I’ve got about five minutes so tell your mom I said thanks again for letting me and Lucas stay here a bit longer” Zay told Riley as he gives her a quick hug and Lucas a knowing nod before leaving. She waved goodbye through the window before turning back to Lucas as he cleared his throat. To say it was slightly awkward between the two good friends was an understatement of the year, the tension between them constantly grew and grew before Maya’s depart just last week.It didn’t help that they had been arguing over the situation before he had blurted out his famous last words to Maya.

“I never liked you like that Maya, I thought I could if Riley told me to but I couldn’t and I still cant’t!, There Riley! I said it I said it and I meant it” He looked at the brunette who stared back at him with disappointment, as if she didn’t believe a word he said for her sake or Maya’s he couldn't tell with the way her eyes gleamed at him.

“Lucas that wasn–”

“It’s cool Riley, honestly we’ve been doing this for three years now, when is enough finally enough?” Maya questions looking down. She lets out a loud breath before clasping her hands together and standing in front of the two, Riley instantly falling back into the background of her best friend as she gains eye contact with the Texan boy.

“Since I don’t have long before my flight I’m just gonna say this one thing Huckleberry; I’m out, I’m out of the triangle for good, it’s done nothing but cause drama and honestly it doesn’t even feel like a triangle” She turns to look at her best friend as well, “It feels like I’m the third wheel who’s in the way”

“Maya no–”

“Honey it’s cool, honestly I don’t even remember what i felt for him but I promise I don’t feel it now so therefore I’m no longer in the triangle so it’s done” She confirmed staring at them both back and fourth.

“This is done”

Never in Riley’s wildest dreams did she think they ever get back here; in the uncomfortable silence holding her captive of what she truly wanted to say. 

“So”

“Soooooo” He replied with a small smudge look on his face as she looked up at him, her cheeks slightly turning pink as she looks away.

“What were you guys talking about ?”. Small Talk, that’s easy right ? Nothing bad or wrong about small talk.

Nervously, He moves his hand behind his head, the rain slowly pouring outside the shop doors, “You know.. guy stuff”.

“Really? What type of guy stuff” She asks as she heads behind the counter dropping her mother’s keys as she takes two cupcakes out, one cookie & cream and the other birthday cake flavored out for them. He sits down at the counter as she hands him the cookies & creamed flavor cupcake while she leans on the counter.

“Stuff” He spits out somewhat nonchalantly.

She makes a nervous laugh and munches a bit into her cupcake, “Okay”.

They once again sat quietly, looking away while munching on their cupcakes. All he wanted to do was tell her how he felt (for what felt like the hundredth time) and hoped she wouldn’t try to dismiss it with her unruly logic of her minds overthinking. He just wanted to finally hear her say she felt the same, hug her tight never letting her go, kissing her passionately as everything around them disappears. 

God now he really wanted to kiss her.

After a few more minutes of silence and them both finishing their food, he moves closer to her as she looks up at him.

“Riley there’s something I really need to tell you” He says, his breath already disappearing just for looking into the chocolate, hazel eyes of the beauty standing in front of him. She smiled up at him, her hands getting a little clamp as she brings them in front of herself.

“You can tell me anything”

Without holding any anticipation he lets out what she was solemnly hoping he wouldn’t, they’ve been over it in a nonsensical way more times she can count;saying what they want but not truly saying what they want, it was a never-ending cycle that she did not want to go through right now.

“Lucas if its–” 

“No wait, Riley, Listen” He says following after her as she unlocks topangas, with the rain coming off somewhat louder he closes the door before she gets a chance to reopen it.

“I need to say this, maybe this time you’ll listen to me”

“I always listen to you Lucas, but not about this not now, at least wait until Maya get’s back so we–”

“Riley we’re not in the triangle anymore, you don’t need Maya’s approval or her voice for what’s happening between us” He tried telling her but he could see the walls of her heart building themselves back up as their conversation skews to the topic they’ve done their best to avoid.

“There’s nothing happening between us” She whispers almost breaking her own heart as she pretends to believe the little lie, “There never was”.

His heart beats a little slower at the sound of that. While still taking in the blow, Riley moves to lock the door leaving them both outside as the rain picks up.

“You don’t believe that do you? You don’t seriously think there’s nothing going on between us” The Texan boy questions her as she stands there, not even daring to look into his emerald eyes knowing if she did she would crack right then and there.

“Riley–”

“Look Maya is my best friend, and you guys dated and I don’t wanna be one of those backstabbing girls who steals their best friend’s ex boyfriend, I’m not that kinda girl Lucas and besides it wouldn’t matter if we got together we’d just break up within the week just like last time because everyone in our class thinks that you and Maya fit way better than you and me” She takes a chance and looks at him, seeing the mirroring reflection of hurt in his eyes.

“We don’t work, I don’t think we ever did” She moves and walks into the rain as it comes pouring down, she’s heading towards her car when he shouts no and runs in front of her and stops her.

“Lucas–”

“No Riley this isn’t fair, none of this is! I spent three years of my high school being tied in a triangle that never even existed. I had to even up every single joyful moment with you to Maya, I had to watch you go on dates with guys who only wanted to in your pants when you volunteered me to go with Maya for our group plans, Riley can’t you see ? Maya was right there was never a triangle. It was us, me and you Riles and you forced Maya into being a third wheel”

She scoffs at him,”Are you serious? Are you pinning this whole crap on me? Lucas, you caused this, you’re the one who went and kissed Maya at the fire-camp, it’s not my fault that I just assumed you had feelings for her after that since you were completely okay with going with her to the dance and out to dates!!”

“The kiss didn’t even happen and you told me to date her!” He shouted, his face wet with raindrops and her hair and skirt dripping down. 

“And you listened !!” She yelled back, “Just admit it Lucas, you cared for her and you loved her… and that you never felt that for me” Her voice dying down as if she were hoisting up a white flag of surrender, she was so tired of their fighting over something that obviously was stupid, why couldn’t he just admit he never cared about her ?

“Riley don’t you get it? I am hopelessly in love with you, I have been since the 7th grade since you made me feel like I could be a better person, Since I realized that without you I never would’ve survived New York and that I would be back in the same position that I was in when I was in Texas. Without you I’d never learn to grow or be thankful for little things like having real friends or learning to trust, Riley you’re one of my favorite people to talk to and you’re probably… no you are the most important person in the world to me and without you and your amazing love and kindness and beauty, I would probably out on the streets of New York bruised and battered way worse than before I got here.” He told her as he moved closer to her, her wet locks covering her face as she looks down to the ground, he moves her hair out of the way and holds her face in his hands.

“Riley people will say whatever the fuck they want to say, the only person’s opinions on us that I care about is yours and mine,and I know you’re insecure and worried about what they think and what Maya may think but it doesn’t matter, nothing matters when it comes to how we feel about each other.” He rubs her cheeks as she looks up at him, small yet unsheathed tears are clouding her hazel eyes..

“And you cannot stand here and tell me you don’t feel anything” He whispers, his eyes shifting between her eyes and her lips, one hand slowly and gently running down her cheek to her lower back causing her to close her eyes and breathe a little more heavier.

“I can’t feel my face, not when you touch me like that” She mumbles, her arms slowly crossing over behind his neck.

“I can’t feel my heart, not when you hold me like this” She laughs lightly as she holds onto him, his hand still tracing her back that covered with wet hair, her eyes open and she’s once again looking right as his lips. Sometimes it surely didn’t help that her height stopped right at his lips, especially in times like this. Both clouded with only one thought, they collide to make it a reality of bliss. Feeling her heart swell up in joy and his in full blissfulness it was easy to get loss in each other, especially when it felt as good as this. He twirls her around in his arms making her break the kiss from laughing just a little to hard. He sits her onto the ground as she stares up at him adoringly.

“I love you Lucas, I’ve always have”

[celiocian-blog]

And How’s Your Monday Going?

I told you people I would write. Here’s this POS I wrote for a contest for school.

You know, I’m not a fan of people. They can be a real bunch of bastards. Going around killing, stealing, breaking hearts. I know what you’re thinking - one of these things is not like the other. But it is just as serious. When a heart shatters, that’s all a person can think about for at least a solid week. How you want the one that did it to suffer as much as you, how you want them completely obliterated from the face of the planet…

Breakups are hard. Emotions are painful. And people strive to destroy your emotions, every last ounce of humanity a person may have. And yet, it is still a human pastime. Why? We still don’t know. Humans are cruel beings. And I want the heart of the man that did it-

Well. Ain’t that a load of shit. Sure, I agree with the people info, but goddamn, quit listening to the classical music while you type. You’re gonna die of a busted heart from somebody that didn’t even exist. Creepy freak.

I sat up from lounging across my couch, or at least tried my hardest to. Thing was sinking bad, but what can you do? Being a bachelor isn’t a life of glitz and gold. And glitter. I think glitter should be in that sentence too. It’s sparkly and all that jazz. At least I have time to read, if you call that depressing dreck a piece of literature. Either way, I snapped the book shut and tossed it halfway across the room, barely missing the cat.

Sorry, Sinbad. But you shouldn't be in the center of the room. Quit licking your ass while you’re at it.

I hopped up and brought my arms into the air, bending my back backwards in a lackluster attempt to remove the kinks from my spinal column. Nearly freaking snapped my spine at the sudden damn car horn, though. Mofos need to learn to drive in this damned city, don’t want a Buick driving through the front wall.

I tossed my old shirt that I slept in across the room and made a lazy beeline towards my bedroom, in other words, my closet. Not much was bound to be in there, though. Probably needed to do laundry - shit kept popping up all the damn time. The very fact that I had any work-acceptable dress shirts was in and of itself a miracle gracing the face of the planet.

To be honest, dress shirts and khakis with ties are some of the plainest shit known to man. Seriously, at least let us wear jeans or something, goddamn. And the ties, God, the ties, those freaking fashionable nooses. And I have to do this all in the god-forsaken morning, you fucking asshole boss.

Okay, maybe he’s not too big an asshole, but still. He makes us get up in the morning. But he did give me that raise… And the whole living situation thing… But still! Morning!

Okay, scratch that. I just complain about a lot of shit. Mornings included. Goddamn, do I hate mornings.

After a few select curses, I eventually find those ugly ass pants and pull them on, moaning and groaning the entire time that I do. It’s cold in the room, which means these nuthuggers are just as freakin' cold. Then again, it’s New York in late November. What else is to be expected? I guess this means I need to invest in a better trenchcoat for the the winter season. Or a parka. Just something warmer than the piece of cloth I have now.

I feel kinda guilty turning the heat on in the apartment. It’s technically not mine, after all. Then whose is it, you ask? My boss’s. Soooooo… Yeah. Not an asshole. Needed a place to stay post-divorce and he offered up his apartment for when he had late nights. Nice and fully furnished at least, but it’s creepy sleeping in my boss’s bed. Hence the couch.

After a whirlwind of clothes and tripping over random shit, I finally began my trek to work. Pros of being in this apartment: close to work. Cons: close to work. Well, could be worse. Like I said, my boss is nice and my coworkers are the same for the most part. I’m head of IT so I have to deal with stupidity a lot, but most everyone is pretty competent. Mostly.

Grabbing my phone before heading out probably would’ve been a mistake if not for the fact that I desperately needed it. Apparently, some freaking person decided to call and leave a voicemail! Who the fuck does that anymore? Does anyone even remember their voicemail password besides me? I think not!

Popping in the quadruple digit code brought me to the box itself. “You have one new message from Neil.” Neil? Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. If there was anyone’s voice I didn’t want to hear, it was Neil’s. He was probably still aiming to take all my money and my video games and my cat and by god, I was not going to let that happen.

Manning up the best I could, I pressed the button to listen to the message. Maybe he decided to be civil. “Hey, Baxter, I need to talk to you. Just some stuff here that I figured you might like that I think you left by accident. A few books, a picture or two. Your rings are still here, too. Maybe we could meet up for coffee at that place you like and talk about it.”

He was quiet for a moment, probably trying to think of some way to lure me back to him. “Anyway, um, I hope you’re doing well. The flat’s pretty quiet without you and Sinbad.” He laughed softly, in that way that made me melt when I was still naive. “I still love you. If you ever want t0 think about getting back together, I’m here-”

I hung up and quickly deleted the message, giving myself a moment to catch my breath. There was no way in hell that I would be going back to that ass, not after everything he did to me these past three years. I was done with him. I swallowed down what little ounce of a panic attack that was trying to creep its way in and left the apartment.

Having been raised New York, hiking through snow is an easy yet still interesting thing to do. Boots are your friend and you should always hunch forwards to move your center of gravity. Make sure to make a pissed off face, too, to get everyone out of your way. It scares people and makes them more intimated. I’ve since mastered this fine art of resting bitch face-ery, especially today after that fucking moment dealing with fuck his face Neil. At least, I thought I had mastered it, but the guy I bumped into, whoo boy. He really took the cake.

Imagine as pretty a face a man can have - full pouty lips, long eyelashes, dark blue eyes that nearly fucking pierced into your soul… And the most annoyed scowl I had ever seen in my life. Like, parts of the guy’s face looked mid twenties, others looked pushing on thirty. He stood in front of my office building, tip tap typing away on his cell phone like a goddamn teenage girl and scaring people off with the RBF that only the gods could have granted. Bet he was a prick to talk to.

I made very sure to whistle the Kill Bill whistle as I walked into the building. By god, I was going to make Mr. Shit Face aware of his own existence to everyone around him. Only, I guess I didn’t expect him to follow after me inside. Was he gonna kill me? Shit, maybe the whistle really was a bad idea. If I get murdered, I’m gonna be pissed.

I resisted the urge to spin a few times through the revolving doors before being met with the way too fancy lobby. This was supposed to be a charity, right? Especially those fancy-ass elevators which I made a bee-line for, immediately forgetting the whistle… Only for it to be slammed shut in front of me. Stairs it is, but hey, maybe the excruciating pain in my legs will null out the excruciating pain in my heart.

I turned the corner around the elevator and found the rarely used stairs door. I mean, seriously people. Why do stairwells all look the same? All concrete and bland and prison-slash-highschool looking. I scowled to myself and began making my way up, trying desperately to not trip while walking up the stairs.

Okay, he was following me to and up the stairs. Maybe I should’ve taken the elevator today, after all. Still not too skippy of this guy stalking after me as if he was going to kill me. Both of us up two floors, three floors, four floors. What the fuck? The hell is this guy trying to do? I really wasn’t entertained with the idea of the last person’s voice I had listened to being Neil’s.

I scrambled through the door that led to my floor and this FUCK was still following me! Goddammit, time to man up twice in one day! I spun around to him as he walked through and stared him down (awkwardly, yet literally… he was a couple inches shorter than me). “H-Hey! You got a bone to pick with me or something?”

He blinked and tilted his head to the side an inch, causing a dark lock of curly hair to fall. Wait, don’t tell me I jumped to conclusions. Oh shit oh shit oh shit. “Pardon?”

Wait, what? Was he seriously not going after me? Did I really just jump to conclusions? Maybe this divorce was getting to me head… Goddammit, was that a blush coming to my cheeks and I am not a smart man. “You were following me! What do you want from me?!”

He kept on with the owl-eyed stare before slowly shaking his head, his lips curling into a tiny smile. Goddammit, I did jump to conclusions. Fuck me sideways-

Aaaaaaand he’s gone crazy. Interrupting me from my mental scolding was him suddenly bursting out into this weird fit of laughter. And by fit, I mean full on, eyes closed and watering, hand over mouth, practically at a right angle he’s hunched over so much fit. Goddammit, I was not funny. And that was not funny.

Not that I could actually get around to protesting because the moment I came out of my shocked stupor, his laughter was winding down. Stupid little grin still plastered to his stupid little face, he reached up and pat my shoulder. “Thanks for that. I really needed it after what I went through this morning.” And with that, he walked off! That stupid little prick just disappeared into the distance, off to whatever department he worked for!

Wait. What department did he work for? Now that I think about it, I don’t think i had ever seen him around before. And this may be a big company, but I usually recognize people that work here. But nope, this guy was a brand spanking new hire. Obviously not IT, I didn’t have to deal with the interview process.

Whatever, I’d probably be getting an email begging me to fix his new computer. “Help me!” he’d say. “I’m stupid with computers!” Ahhh, aren’t they all? And that, ladies and gents is why I have job security.

I made damn sure to avoid every desk I could see, trying my hardest to not be spotted for some sort of tech help. It was like a weird game of hide and seek. Except being caught would lead to you being miserable for the next hour. Yay work.

Long story short, I made it past the hoards of sheeple to my office and plopped right down in my chair, turning on my computer in hopes of a lack of emails. Apparently, the boss man decided to be nice to everyone because they was only one in the inbox and the subject was “New Hire.” Yay, home team! I get to figure out who bug face is!

I leaned forward into my hand with my elbow on the desk (probably like you are right now) and skimmed through. Blah blah blah, recent hire, blah blah blah, be nice, blah blah blah, oh look, name! Apparently this guy was named “Isidore Elijay.” That was certainly a hell of a name.

Now to check and see where he was working. I don’t remember anyone saying they were looking for new hires recently, maybe he was just an intern. But then again, he looked too old to be one. God, come on, email, enough with this fluff!

Wait.

Does that say what I think it says?

“Isidore has been hired as my new personal assistant. Hence, I certainly expect you to give him the utmost respect.”

Awwww, shit.