#All the changes Tumblr was going through so fast was annoying back then

[curryshesus]

jeon jungkook fics that own my mind, body, heart, and soul

in other words, this is a collection of my favorite jk fics on tumblr! if you enjoyed any of these fics as much as i did, pls remember to support the authors by interacting with their post. part 2 | other bts members

➺ bitchin - by @kinktae

summary: the 80s were a time of choices. which perm was right for you? what color neon would you wear next? none of these choices, however, were more questionable than a certain deal you made with jeon jungkook.

➺ idealizations concerning real life relations - by @venusiangguk

summary: jungkook loves to be loved, but he doesn’t love in return.

➺ hotter than hell - by @chateautae

summary: jungkook, lucifer and king of hell, has been cast out of the crimson underworld for a reason he’s unsure of. embarking on his journey for the answer should’ve been easy, if it weren’t for you, the human that nurses his wounded body in her home, and accidentally witnesses the truth of his identity. kickstarting a hellish adventure with the devil himself, you discover lucifer is the most infuriating company ever; and jungkook finds out that maybe his answer to returning home lies within his annoying human confidant.

➺ jump then fall (into you) - by @writtenwhalien

summary: bringing Jungkook along as your date to your ex’s lavish cruise wedding seemed like a perfect idea at first — all of your family and close friends together, nothing can go wrong… then Jungkook’s ex shows up and all of a sudden you’re in a years long relationship with him. You don’t mind though, really, how hard can sharing a cabin and pretending to be deeply in love with your best friend really be?

➺ too late to dream - by @kookslastbutton

summary: You did it. You married your college professor. You even bought a house together. Against all odds, everything had fallen into place. But after two years of marriage, you begin feeling something was missing. You want a baby but your husband can’t say the same.

➺ the forgotten spaces- by @oddinary4bts

summary: you've been dancing on the same dance crew since your teenage years, and you finally have an important role in it. It feels like life is taunting you when your rival comes back after disappearing for a year, ready to tease you every chance he gets. Will the teasing turn into more, or are you going to take him down with you?

➺ when the end comes - by @oddinary4bts

summary: Seven years after you've started dating Jungkook, long distance creates a wedge in your relationship. When the only solution seems to be breaking up, you go your separate ways even though love still lives in the two of you. Will you find a way back together, or has the end come for you and Jeon Jungkook? **sequel to the forgotten spaces

➺ falling - by @starshapedkookie

summary: soulmate (noun): a person who is bound to another through the strongest level of emotional and physical connection. one is given a name on the body upon 18 years of age and any transgressions against the laws of soul-bonding will not occur without harm.

➺ love alive - by @jamaisjoons

summary: a year after you and jungkook break up, the two of you meet at your brother’s party.

➺ changes in between - by @taegularities

summary: Becoming the roommate of Jeon Jungkook is the biggest change you’ve ever gotten thrown into - but little do you know that the addition of another man will bring even further turbulence into your (love) life.

➺ falling skies - by @fortunexkookie

summary: Jeon Jiyeon was your childhood best friend; her brother, Jungkook, was something else entirely. You used to be friends, but then he had gone from endearingly frustrating dumb boy to card-carrying fuckboy so fast it had given you whiplash.

Despite the teasing and fighting, Jiyeon realized how Jungkook felt about you long before he did - it was a twin thing - and if you were her sun, and he was her moon, then she just wished she could show you how he reflected your light.

➺ sugarplum elegy - by @bymoonchild

summary: You know no bounds nor depth with Jungkook. While your fuck buddy loves sleeping in your bed and doing laundry for you with his favourite fabric softener, you are in love with a mysterious honeyed, velvety voice on Soundcloud. All’s fine, until you find out that the voice that metaphors your heart to a sweet sugarplum melody actually belongs to the boy who has been taking up a special spot in your bed and in your heart, strumming at your heartstrings all this while. Or, Jungkook has one braincell, but it’s heart-shaped.

➺ an abundance of mondays - by @diortae

summary: "why the fuck would it be easy? you’re disgustingly in love with your best friend. of course it’s complicated.” he pauses to roll his eyes, as if he hasn’t just laid out the most secret parts of you here in the middle of the campus dining hall.

➺ five dates - by @kpopfanfictrash

summary: “Ten dates,” he nods, smile tugging at his lips. “Ten dates, to decide if you want this – want me – or want me to go. Ten dates to get to know me. Ten dates,” he says, oddly soft, “to fall in love with me.” Which then becomes five.

➺ here comes the bride, all dressed in pride - by @hansolmates

summary: You and your cousin Doyeon have had beef with each other since the sandbox. When she plucks the last straw, you decide to end your long-simmering fight by claiming that you and her ex—Jeon Jungkook, are now boyfriend and girlfriend

➺ if i told you - by @gukyi

summary: in order to pay for university, jeon jungkook decides to market his most valuable asset to the wealthy socialites of campus: himself. donning a suit and tie, tousled hair, and glasses (to look smarter), he becomes every rich daughter’s dream: the perfect boyfriend to bring to balls, dinners, and business gatherings. all while you watch from the sidelines, only able to dream of having that much money to buy yourself what you really want: him.

[groovebunker]

i’m gonna be obnoxious about this and people are just going to have to be cool about that. yes? good.

happy birthday to what would you do (if they ever found us out) (affectionately known as wwyd)!!! a year ago today, i posted chapter one and (i’m not being dramatic here) i think it changed my life?

little backstory: i’m a dyke with eyes and a type, so when i watched fran drescher making impassioned speeches about labour rights, i was both smitten and reminded that i’d been meaning to watch the nanny. i was also (mostly unbeknownst to me) about as mentally ill as i’ve ever been in my life. i was halfway through a phd which i loved but it was making me so, so unwell. anyway, i started watching the nanny as some kind of escapism and one night, i was like…has anyone thought of fran and cc kissing on the mouth? and they had (obviously) and so i started thinking about that and how whine cellar is a deeply disappointing episode in so many ways and then i was like ‘i can fix that! with a one shot!’.

fast fwd to april 2024. i’m in my favourite city in the world. i’m posting the 11th chapter of that one shot far too late at night (sorry sara). it’s ended up about 85k words long. i’m no longer a phd candidate. i’m significantly less mentally ill. and i’ve spent the last 8 or so months being held by a group of people i would never have met if i had never started writing again.

i didn't quit my phd to write fan fiction, obviously. but writing fic helped me realise how unhappy i was because it was something that gave me joy in a time that was so fucking bleak. i don't really like thinking about it too much but it wasn't great. and then i had this lifeline. these two idiots (affectionate) falling in love with one another, not only in wwyd but all the other fics i was writing. and talking about with people who were commenting and finding me on tumblr. and then, eventually, we weren't just talking about fran and cc, we were talking about our lives! because we were friends!

people will tell you before you start a phd that it's a lonely experience. i was the only history student in my cohort. i only met one of my supervisors in person at his leaving drinks. i have two friends i met at my uni, one of whom was the first person i told that i had to quit. i had other friends and an incredible, loving, patient partner, and they were amazing. but still, it was lonely.

and then i just fucking wasn't.

january ‘24, the squad evolved from being my stupid tumblr tag to being the most chaotic group chat i have ever been part of (until nic got us nicely organised). a week or so later, i quit the phd. and i told a bunch of people i’d never met that i was dropping out of grad school and they were so fucking kind. i will never forget that. the squad, in all its iterations, will have my heart for my whole life. i will not rest until i have annoyed you all in person. my dream is winning the lottery and flying you all to a villa in spain for a week so i can cook you dinner (and cass can make bread) every night and drink wine and splash about in the sun (or in sara’s case, hide in the shade and probably yell at us to put sun screen on). when i say i love you, i mean it so wholly and truly.

anyway, back to wwyd. it’s not my first fic. i’ve been writing on and off for 15 long, long years. but i hadn't written a ton for a while (other than my aloto fic bc gretson my beloved) and i really kind of expected to get a couple of comments and a few kudos. i just had a story that wanted to get out so i published the first few chapters in really rather quick succession (i’m sorry to anyone who reads my stuff, my adhd is too bad for a posting schedule) and people…loved it? like, really loved it. which was so nice because i’m gonna be honest, there was not an adoring audience for my academic work (perils of being a genocide scholar). and i know it's become quite a few people’s comfort fic. i know people have reread it, more than once in some cases, which feels wild. people have left the most wonderful comments, said the kindest things, drawn gorgeous art, made a fanmix (which is fucking amazing), followed along on this journey which i did not expect them to do.

i don't have favourite children (b&w fans, i promise you, the next chapter is in the works) but if i did, wwyd might be one. sure, she's my difficult eldest child. but she got me into a fandom for the first time in years, she’s given me friends i know I will hold onto for the rest of my life, she reminded me how much fun writing can be. and she’s spawned so much more because she made me so much more confident as a writer.

so i don't think i’m being overdramatic when i say it changed my life. if you’d told me all of this when i hit publish on chapter one last year, i would have told you to fuck off. relatively vehemently. but i’m better now. and i’m so fucking grateful for this fic for being part of what gave me that.

anyway, thanks for letting me be a bit self indulgent - promise you don't have to sit through this ever again (maybe for won't you when i finally get it done. i’m sorry. i’m verbose). and once again, to everyone who has read wwyd, given it kudos, commented, reblogged a chapter on tumblr, all of it, my eternal thanks. i couldn't have done it without you.

finally, because i cannot say it enough, to the squad, you have my whole heart. it’s actually mad to me that this time last year, i had no idea who any of you were. your stamp on the last few chapters of wwyd is indelible. your stamp on my life is somehow more permanent than that. thank you. ilsym 🫶🏻

[tenebraevesper]

Shadow the Hedgehog (Sonic Prime, Character Analysis - Part 5)

Welcome to Part 5 of my Shadow and Sonic character analysis! This one will be covering the first half of Episode 17: Grim Tidings, being another Sonic and Shadow-centric episode that gives us a lot of content, with the occasional focus on Nine. The reason I'm only covering one half is because once again Tumblr won't allow me to post more than 30 images (or gifs), which is annoying because there is so much to point out.

So, let's dive in!

So, in the previous episode, we left off with Nine taking all of the Shards, with Shadow witnessing all of this and Sonic being left devastated.

Now, before I get into the episode proper, I wanted to talk about the fandom's ideas of what Shadow's reaction would be to Nine betraying Sonic. Many of them believed that Shadow would blame Sonic for trusting Nine and, in the worst case scenario, take his anger out on him. I will admit, while I had also though that Shadow would be frustrated with Sonic, my mind didn't go into him trying to punch the latter, but focus more on trying to find a way to fix this mess.

Now that I think back to it, I think we all misunderstood Prime!Shadow's character and the development he went through. I had just written several posts detailing Shadow's journey in Sonic Prime, gaining a better understanding of his character, and if there's one thing that became clear, he is not the same person now that he was at the start of the story, especially when it comes to his relationship with Sonic. This episode serves to drive the final nail in the coffin that Shadow has really changed as a character.

''Any chance at bringing Green Hill back is gone. How could Nine betray us?'' ''It's destabilizing. Sonic, I told you Nine couldn't be trusted. Whatever he's up to, it's causing this world to fracture.'' ''I don't understand. Why would he-?'' ''Pull yourself together! This mountain is decaying and it's gonna take us with it. We have to run!''

After Nine goes full Elsa by creating a citadel in The Grim with the help of the Paradox Prism, Shadow is the first to realize that Ghost Hill is falling apart, while Sonic is still grieving the loss he just experienced. Now, pay close attention to how both of them act during this scene.

Sonic is clearly hurt over Nine's betrayal, not noticing what is going around him until Shadow tells him about Ghost Hill falling apart. Shadow, in turn, is very firm with Sonic, but he isn't angry at him nor does he yell at him. He does indeed point out to Sonic that he was right about not trusting Nine, but then focuses on getting Sonic to escape the fracturing Ghost Hill, grabbing him by the hand and dragging him out of the cave.

What needs to be pointed out that Shadow never blames Sonic for Nine's betrayal, aside the factual statement above, focusing instead on keeping Sonic safe as they try to escape Ghost Hill.

''Jump!'' *leaps off the decaying mountain, looks back* ''We have to leave this world.'' ''You don't have to tell me twice.''

Note how both Sonic and Shadow notice the mountain falling apart, but it is Shadow that grabs Sonic and tosses him off of it, clearly fearing that Sonic wouldn't be fast enough to get away.

As they land, Shadow turns to Sonic, clearly to check on him, who then gives him a thumbs up and they look back at what the mountain fracturing, before Sonic, now very serious, agrees with Shadow that they need to leave.

Something very noticeable about this episode is Sonic's subtle change in character. He becomes more serious, even briefly surprising Shadow, who over the course of the episode shows a trait that we haven't seen much from him in the mainstream media - his protective side.

During their escape from Ghost Hill, Shadow takes on the role of the leader, pointing out how they need to gain speed to get out and to get to higher ground and we see him and Sonic working together to get out. He helps Sonic to get to higher ground, telling him to go faster.

Unfortunately, they get knocked back by the shattering crystals, with Sonic spotting the Ghost Variants of his friends, approaching them. He is clearly grief-stricken, still wanting to find a way to save his friends.

Now, observe how Shadow acts during this scene.

''I thought we went over this. They're not real.'' ''Maybe I can save them. I have to try.''

As Sonic observes the Ghost Variants of his friends in grief, Shadow approaches him, reminding him that they're not real, while Sonic insists on trying to save them. Shadow's voice has no harshness in it, but in fact, he sounds quite gentle, even reaching out for Sonic to comfort him, only to pull his hand back when Sonic turns to him.

Shadow here doesn't just show his protective side, but is also willing to comfort Sonic, clearly understanding the loss and grief the blue hedgehog is going through. As a matter of fact, if any character understands how it feels to lose something important, it's Shadow.

''No! They can't be saved. Think about your real friends, the ones who still have a chance. If you wanna help them, we need to get out of here.''

Take note of how just animated Shadow is (animated as in alert). He stops Sonic in his tracks, reminding Sonic that they cannot be saved and reminding him that he still has friends that need his help, which I assume to be the Shatterverse Variants. He is very firm with Sonic, who tries to look past him at the Ghost Variants, only for Shadow to keep Sonic's attention on him.

I think that this is a good moment to say that Shadow may have feared that Sonic would give into his grief. They are in real danger and they need to get going and he doesn't want Sonic to stay at Ghost Hill any longer than they have to, fearing that he would lose Sonic as well. Shadow doesn't even try to leave on his own, making sure that Sonic comes with him.

Notice that Sonic also gets, if not angry, then at least annoyed with Shadow for a moment, pushing him back as he approaches his friends. I'm certain that he understands Shadow's fears, but he still needs a moment to process his grief.

''Tails... I'll see you again little buddy.'' *wipes off tears, turns to Shadow* ''Let's get outta here.''

This time, Shadow lets Sonic have his moment, having understood that Sonic needs this. Fortunately, Sonic knows that he needs to hurry up, so after saying his good-byes, he wipes his tears and tells Shadow that they should get out of this place. Honestly, it is quite heartbreaking, as this has hit Sonic really hard, and he is lucky that he has Shadow by his side.

As they escape, we can literally see them working at sync, at times not even needing words to understand what the other wants or thinks, just a look and a nod and they're already on their next move, pinballing out into The Void as Ghost Hill shatters into nothing.

When Ghost Hill literally exploded and they got hit by the debris, I actually thought Shadow was about to fall off that crystal, but fortunately, he manages to hang on and they climb up.

Not gonna lie, this shot of them is really cute.

''Nine betrayed you and left us to die, and he will pay for it.''

Pay attention to Shadow's words here. Even though he brings up Nine's betrayal, he says ''Nine betrayed you''. He points out to Sonic that Nine betrayed him specifically, not blaming the blue hedgehog at all for what happened.

In fact, Shadow is ready to get his revenge on Nine, and I think it's not only because Nine left them to die and their world to decay, but because Nine hurt Sonic. I believe that this moment was Shadow's own way of comforting Sonic and showing his support for him, something Sonic quietly acknowledges.

''Ghost Hill is gone! The Shards are gone!'' ''If knowing you has taught me anything, there is always another way.'' ''Wait, was that a compliment?'' *gives Sonic a 'Don't push it' look*

The little conversation we have here is genuinely heartwarming. Sonic is frustrated that both Ghost Hill and the Shards are gone, and then Shadow actually cheers him up by reminding him how there is always another way, something Sonic looks excited about, as Shadow basically gave him a compliment. Shadow, of course, shuts it down with a 'Don't push it' look.

Honestly, it is amazing to see how far they have come, with both Sonic and Shadow being comfortable enough in each other's presence to open up a little (Sonic showing grief for his friends and Shadow acknowledging Sonic's infinite optimism).

Shadow is essentially Sonic's rock here, as Sonic is still processing his loss and currently not in the right state of mind to focus on anything. He manages to cheer Sonic up, giving him hope that there is still a chance for their reality to be saved.

When Shadow points out how Nine is still out there, hiding in one of the Shatterspaces, Sonic suddenly remembers The Grim and the fifth Shard, before avoiding a floating crystal that causes him to fall over. Shadow is relieved to hear that, realizing that this is why Nine was unable to restore Ghost Hill.

''Can you remember where the gateway is?'' ''Of course! Nine brought me there in a Shattercraft. It's, uh, this way! Wait, no, no, uh, right! It's totally this way! Com'n!''

Why did I decide to show you this scene? Pay attention to Shadow's body language when Sonic tries to remember where The Grim was, because it's kind of hilarious.

When Sonic thinks that The Grim is on one side, only to realize that he was mistaken, Shadow gives him that exasperated ''Sonic!'' look, and when Sonic finally remembers, Shadow just shakes his head, figuring this is just Sonic being Sonic, and probably also figuring that he needs to keep an eye on him. As I had said before, Sonic is still not in the right headspace, but he has to keep moving.

''Watch out!'' ''Huh! Thanks buddy!'' ''Don't get used to it.''

Fortunately, he has Shadow, who looks out for him. Also, Shadow's response is kind of hilarious considering what follows next. I think that this is more of a case where Shadow has to be the one to get used to saving Sonic rather than vice versa.

They eventually reach The Grim, with Shadow reminding Sonic that he cannot pass through, but Sonic points out how there is always another way, so they get inside through a rift in the gate. This also where I will end this Part of the analysis.

As we had seen here, Shadow finally shows his protective side, keeping Sonic safe and comforting him whenever possible. I may be repeating myself with this, but given how we haven't seen Shadow like this, I want to savor every single moment of it.

I think that it was a good idea to pair Sonic up with Shadow out of all people. Shadow can keep Sonic focused and he will oppose Sonic when necessary. However, he also shows deep respect for Sonic, and Sonic respects Shadow as well, with both having reached a deeper understanding of each other during their adventure.

Nevertheless, even if there are some changes to how they interact, their core personalities remain the same, but this time, they resonate with each other, their bond having grown stronger than ever.

#Shadow the Hedgehog (Sonic Prime, Character Analysis - Part 4)

#Shadow the Hedgehog (Sonic Prime, Character Analysis - Part 6)

#Sonic the Hedgehog Analyzer (Masterlist)

[milksuu]

Hello!! thank you so much for carrying the heartbeats and for reviving the the league tumblr fandom. you are doing us are great service orz

Anyway may I request something nsfw with yone? just some general hcs if you do that. but if not then, what does he think of lingerie or what does he do when he needs to let off some stress? I personally think he doesn’t have much of a sex drive but what about the days where he does feel like it?

❥ prompt: Yone has more than one way to deal with his stress. ❥ content/warnings: nsfw 18+, masturbation ❥ characters/pairings: Heartsteel!yone

Yone would never mention anything about his private life. Whatever happens behind closed doors isn't anyone's business. Whether he pleases himself or not, it's never a topic he entertains. He does his job, he provides receipts. What's more to discuss?

Stress is inevitable. Comes with the demands of the music industry, celebrity lifestyle, and overall business management side of his career. Yone keeps a strict regime in the form of daily habits, which helps reduce stress by making things consistent.

Wake up at 4AM and take a morning jog for improved energy and health. Next, mindful yoga and meditation to improve focus. Then, a cold shower to increase metabolic function. After that, he reads a news article while drinking cold brew in complete, and qualitative silence.

However, some days prove to be more challenging than others. And his usual methods prove to be futile. As if all of his meticulous daily planning is all but thrown into an endless void. And he's only wasting precious time and energy. A pet peeve of his. When he's in this state, it breeds a terrible habit. One that he hasn't been able to shake off since his early college days, and that's smoking.

But there's a formula for when this happens. It happens at a specific place, at a specific time, within a specific headspace. Taking place in his private office, well into the night hours, and the emails seem endlessly blaring against his laptop screen.

He needs to take a moment to step around his room. Shifting through what is personally self persevering, to what exactly isn't. He's a man of logic. He rationalizes with himself. He doesn't do it often. Not often enough to completely quit, at least.

He keeps his cigarette pack and a single lighter inside a locked drawer at his desk. He lights one, taking a deep breath as he steps to his office window. He cracks it open, where a discreet ashe tray sits on the outside sill. He taps against the tray, staring at a ceiling that has changed so often in his life. Consistency, regime, habits...those were the only comforting things in such a fast paced world.

The nicotine hits perfectly. Easing the tension in his mind. As if the wires are slowly, but surely uncoiling. It eases him to the point of pouring himself a ball-glass of expensive whiskey, gifted by another Riot employee at a private soiree. A few more puffs and he ashes the cigarette. Taking a sip of the whiskey, he decides to nurse it at the desk. Time to get more work done.

He finishes sending the last email, wraps up a phone call with Alune, and creates his last reminders for tomorrow. It's time to prepare for bed. Which consists of a night time shower. Wash away the the smoke possibly lingering against his skin. Wash away pestering thoughts from the day. Wash away anything that doesn't serve him.

The hot water glides down his shoulder and back muscles. Drop by drop, it eases the tension of fibers. Yone closes his eyes, exhaling into the feeling. Behind his lids, he notices his insides feel warm, and his senses tingling. Ah...that brand of whiskey may have had a higher alcohol proof. He should have read the label. He runs his long fingers through his hair down the length of his neck. Doesn't matter. He's going to sleep after this. He may even get better rest because of it.

Twitch. How annoying. That pool of warmth travelled from his stomach well into his groin. He stares down at his erection, dripping with shower water. He was a man of logic and reason. Restful sleep wasn't promised if he first didn't take care of this inconvenience. Efficient in all facets of his life, servicing himself was no different.

He took himself in his hand. A low exhale, squeezing at his base. He closed his eyes again. His head buzzing from the whiskey. Black thigh-high pantyhose. He stroked upwards. Black pencil skirt. He dragged his hand back down. No underwear, straddling a leather office chair. He dragged his hand up and down, coating himself. Despite the warm water, a shiver ran down his spine. Nipples fully visible through a white blouse. His brows knitted together. He huffed, placing a free-hand against the shower wall for support. His cock slick and throbbing. Cherry red lipstick. Tongue circling the head of a cherry lollie. An audible moan escaped him. It bounced against the shower tiles, echoing around him. Licking and sucking. Licking and sucking. Until—Pop!

A hot, white flash of pleasure washed through his veins. His cock pulsed from the pressure, until his fluids came shooting. He caught a loud moan in his throat, gripping tightly around his shaft. Working himself through his climax, he messaged out the last of come from his tip. His mind, full of nothing but an erotic fantasy, now hummed with static emptiness.

Damn, he was exhausted.

an: REJOICE. secretly obsessed with this man. ty ty for the yone req. anon!

[othernicknameisgaslighter]

The Wisp pt. 10

(Cross posted on tumblr and AO3)

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“I understand now, she’s manipulative and… Annoying.” Y/N complained as they walked down the hallway. Five nodded.

“She’s onto us.”

“Must’ve been that file.” Y/N said, looking around. “We should’ve waited.”

“The apocalypse can’t wait, Y/N...” Five whispered, “We need to act now.”

“Fine, but I’m using those Vietnam grenades.” Y/N crossed her arms.

After that, she and Five reworked the plan to fit better and ended up spying on the tube room. They saw Dot head inside, container in hand. Five grabbed the girl's arm and jumped inside, hiding in the corner.

"Get this to Hazel and Cha-Cha immediately." Dot was saying as she handed Gloria the container. Gloria hesitated, confused. "Immediately." Dot repeated.

"Okay, yeah." Gloria said. Dot walked out and Gloria put her glasses on, reading the label on the container. "Who are they?"

Five jumped, leaving Y/N behind and landing behind Gloria. He hit her hard in the back of the head and she collapsed. "You know everyone loved Gloria right?" Y/N said as she stepped out of her hiding spot.

"Shut up and cover me." Five said as he grabbed the container off the floor. He sat in Gloria's chair and Y/N closed the door. She hid Gloria and stood in front of the desk.

"Protect Harold Jenkins." Five read out.

"Guess we're killing him." Y/N said without looking at Five. "What are we gonna do about Hazel and Cha-Cha?"

"We aren't going to do anything," Five said as he typed. "They're gonna do our work for us." He stood, two containers in hand and notes, he waved the notes in Y/N’s face as she snickered.

“Oh man, I’d love to see that happen.” She smiled. Five stared at her before putting the notes into the containers and slid them away as Y/N kept watch, peering out the crack in the door.

"You know that's not how we do things here." The duo looked up and saw The Handler smiling at them from across the room.

Five leaned on a tube casually and Y/N smiled. "Where's Gloria?"

"Off." Y/N shrugged. "Wasn't here when we arrived. Thought we'd save her the trouble and us the wait."

Behind her desk, Gloria groaned as she started to wake up. The Handlers smile faded and she dropped her hands to her side. "You're a great disappointment to me."

"That’s what my dad used to say to me." Y/N, coming up beside Five.

"You can't change what's to come." The Handler ignored Y/N. "I truly find it so odd you can't shed this fantasy. You're a first grade pragmatist. And you, Y/N... I mean you seemed like a great employee, a role model for all of us to attempt to copy. You both belong here with us."

"I don't belong anywhere thanks to you." Five said. Y/N shrugged.

“I don’t play by rules, Handler.” Y/N shrugged.

"You made me a killer." Five said angrily.

"You were always a killer." The Handler said calmly. "You both were." She bent down and unzipped the leg of her dress. She straightened with a pistol in her hand. "I just pointed you in a direction."

The Handler shot at them and Y/N stopped the bullet, turning it and aiming it toward The Handler before Five jumped the two of them.

The Handler shot three more times. At that point, the girl heard yelling outside and alarms started blaring. "Security breach in tube room." It was saying, over and over again.

Y/N and Five were crouched in a gap between tubes opposite each other. Five was hidden behind a trolley. As The Handler walked through the room, Five slid the trolly out at her. She caught it with her foot and shot at Five who jumped away.

Y/N stood and stopped the bullets from coming after her, aiming them towards The Handler as fast as she could. She ducked, though Y/N did manage to mess that perfect hair of hers. She spun and shot, Y/N jumped aside and out of nowhere Five grabbed her and jumped away.

"What's the rush kids?" The Handler asked calmly as she stood and looked around. "We're just getting started. Is this really how you want the last line of your reports to read?"

The duo jumped behind her. "When I'm done I'm just done I guess." Five said.

"You can't keep this up Five." The Handler said, pointing her gun at the two.

"Watch us." Y/N grinned.

"We all know that even he has a limit." The Handler went on. "You owe me." She pulled the trigger. Again and again. The gun clicked with empty amo. The Handler lowered it and checked.

"I do owe a debt." Five said. He jumped them both behind her and held up her Vietnam grenade. "But it's not for you."

Y/N pulled the pin out and Five rolled it across the ground. "Shit." The Handler said quietly as it stopped at her feet.

They dived out of the room and around the corner, Y/N covered her ears as the bomb blew and people screamed. Five grabbed the girl's arm and jumped into the briefcase room.

He grabbed one and Y/N reached into his pocket, pulling out the other grenade. She pulled the pin and dropped it, running out with Five.

"Hey," The man at the desk outside said as we ran. "What are you-?" He was cut off by the explosion.

Y/N and Five spun, he held up the briefcase as a shield and they both hid behind it. Then Five jumped them back to 2019.

Y/N fiddled with the hem of her shirt as Five was rambling on about something. He said something about Harold Jenkins and how they were going to kill him. Sounded easy enough. "Harold Jenkins was that one guy that Reginald was being rude to." Y/N chimed in before adding, “When we were younger.”

"How the hell do you know Harold Jenkins?" Diego asked.

"He was the one that I gave that… Um… Oh! He was the one I gave that pin to," Y/N said as she recalled the early memory.

"I remember that," Five said in a low voice. He said that he didn't like Y/N being so touchy with the fans and that there were creeps out there.

"The boy was Harold Jenkins," She explained. "He was being abused, and wanted an escape. Father turned him away."

"Of course he-”

"I think you were just upset about how he was touching Allison." Y/N interrupted Luther and grimaced.

"None of that matters now," Five harrumphed. "What matters is that he's responsible for the apocalypse. So we have to find him, and we have to do it now."

"How's he related?" Diego asked.

"How am I supposed to know that when this is all I'm going off of?"

"So his name is all you've got?"

They continued to bicker as Y/N tried to wrack through her brain for solutions. However, for some reason, Y/N kept on thinking about Vanya. She was still being shunned away from all of this and she felt… Really bad.

“Y/N, you helping?” Five called out to her. She looked up.

"Yeah, I'll bite. Let's find Harold Jenkins." Y/N smiled. Five nodded.

"Thank you, Y/N." Five said before turning, "Well at least we've got another competent person on our side."

"I hope that's a compliment." Y/N sighed.

As Y/N, Five, Diego, and Allison all stepped out of the car, Allison said, "We have no clue what Peabody is capable of."

"Yeah, he didn't seem like much of a threat earlier," Diego noted dismissively.

"Besides," Allison said, "Look at Five."

"Thanks," the short boy grumbled as Y/N muffled a laugh.

"Good point," Diego agreed. "So what's his deal with Vanya?"

"Let's ask him after we kill him," Five suggested.

"We can't just kill her boyfriend, you know how emotionally distressed she'd be? She'd hate us forever." Y/N frowned.

"You're too soft for your own good, Y/N." Diego said.

“She’s our sister, we should care for her well-being, Diego.” Y/N argued.

“Yeah, well right now we’re caring about the world's well-being.” Diego said.

Y/N gritted her teeth and sighed. “Well right now, I don’t care if the world ends as long as we’re all together.” She crossed her arms.

They all went around the back of the house, Allison on our tail as the guys continued their discussion. "Y'know," Y/N said quietly, "This is kind of like the old days. Breaking in, saving the day."

"Yeah, it really is." Allison smiled.

They opened the back door without a problem just as Y/N heard the loud crash of breaking glass. Allison approached Diego's sprawled figure on the floor, Five not far from what Y/N guessed was a spatial jump.

"Subtle," the tall woman jokes.

Five's hand wrapped around the doorknob. "Y'know the door's unlocked?"

Diego rolled his eyes as he got to his feet. "Yeah, well it worked, didn't it?" he groaned. "Spread out," he grouched, walking down a hallway. "Just yell if you're getting shot or something."

Y/N wandered up the stairs and began looking around, silently observing each room she went through. Eventually, she found a hatch to the attic in the hallway, and decided to give it a try. Carefully climbing up, the room Y/N found startled her. "Hey, guys? Might wanna check this out," She called out to the other three.

Allison looked around. "Our faces are all burnt off," she observed.

"All but Y/N," Diego remarked. "You sure it isn't you that Peabody wants?" he joked.

Y/N chuckled awkwardly, "God, I hope not." She said, catching Five's sudden sour mood as he grumbled about something.

"This guy's got issues," Diego added.

Y/N looked at all of the burnt figurines and scratched posters before finding a small miniature figurine of herself. With mussed hair and a mask on, the miniature version of her had her arms in front of her face and her hands had plastic yellow light surrounding them.

"This isn't about Vanya," Y/N realized. "He has problems with the Academy. Leonard and Harold are the same person."

Beside Y/N, Five let out a shaky sigh as he fell back, hitting the floor with a soft thump. "Five?" The three of them knelt down around him. "He's bleeding," Allison said.

Y/N gritted her teeth, "We need to go right now." She said, her head going back to mission-mode. “Start the car!”

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"Y/N? Y/N!" Diego waved his hand in front of her face. She felt herself breathe heavily as her mind raced faster than she could process.

"Y/N!" Luthur shook the girl. Y/N blinked and cleared her throat, looking up at Luther with a slight smile.

"Yeah?"

"You were zoning out." Diego said, "You never zone out when something like this is happening."

Y/N slowed her breathing, "Yeah, I'm just tired. Sorry." She sighed, "But, I think I should get some water alright?"

"Yeah, you should probably get some water." Allison said. Y/N nodded, exiting the room and going downstairs to get some water.

As she poured herself a drink, her thoughts whirled around like a storm. 'Do any of your SIBLINGS even care about you? Imagine if Five died, what would you ever do with yourself?’ A slight dizziness washed over Y/N, and she felt an inexplicable sense of dread. Her heart began to race, pounding so hard she could feel it in her throat.

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to steady myself, but it only made things worse. Her chest tightened, and she struggled to get enough air.

‘You’re a useless and self-centered brat who can’t handle conflict herself. You hide away until your emotions get the best of you and then you blow up, pushing everyone away from you just like you’re doing now!' Her hands started to tremble, and she could see them shaking uncontrollably. The room seemed to close in around her, and the walls felt like they were inching closer.

A wave of heat surged through Y/N’s body, followed by a chilling sweat that made her skin clammy.

Y/N tried to focus, to remind herself that it was just a panic attack and that it would pass. But her mind was a whirlwind of fear and confusion.

Her vision blurred, and she could feel the tears welling up in her eyes. She needed to get out, to escape this suffocating space, to leave, to go anywhere else but this house.

Anywhere else but by her family.

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"God… What're we going to do about this?" Diego asked, "I don't think this is a dehydration kind of problem."

"She's got to be stressed, I mean with everything that's happened I'm sure one of us would break down at some point." Allison said. Diego shook his head.

"But we both know Y/N, and we both know she never really cracks under pressure. The pressure usually just… Eases itself out." Diego sighed as he looked at his sister.

"Right, I mean, she called me about how she was started to crack again but…” Allison looked as she saw the small weathered hands of her sister and the slightly chipped mask on her face. Diego pursed his lips, looking back at Y/N with concern and worry.

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Y/N blinked, opening her eyes and sitting up from the bed. What happened? She sighed and figured she probably passed out. She frowned, getting out of the bed and going downstairs. She heard voices in the kitchen and went downstairs.

"See? There's your maiden, Five." Klaus said. Y/N didn't even want to know what was happening.

"I passed out?" Y/N asked. Klaus nodded. "Alright… So…”

“Dad killed himself.” Klaus said and Y/N widened her eyes at the sudden information before thinking.

“What…?” Y/N scrunched her face in confusion, "Y'know what? I don’t even want to know. I just wanna get the hell out of here and fix the apocalypse before it happens.” Y/N sighed before turning to Five, "Is that coffee?"

"Tastes like shit." Five said. Y/N nodded.

"Well, let's find that piece of shit who ends the world and then kill me and we'll all be happy." Y/N smiled. Five whipped his head to meet hers.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I just thought that we'd also end up exterminating me when we kill Harold Jenkins. Was… That's not the plan?" Y/N frowned.

"That was never the plan!" Five sighed.

"Oh… Mummy and daddy are fighting again… I'll see myself out…" Klaus said and trotted up the stairs, away from the tension.

"Look, Five, it's alright, I'll just… Cease to exist. It'll be easy." Y/N smiled, "I'll just…" She mimicked a gun and pointed it to her head.

Five took her hand and placed it in his. Y/N liked it, it felt… Warm. "No. That's not going to be an option, alright? We. Are. Not. Killing. You." Five said angrily, "We'll… Find something else to do after Jenkins dies, alright?"

Y/N sighed, "Alright, but if I do end up killing everyone… Then… You have to kill me, alright?" Five hesitated before nodding.

"Fine, but it won't come to that." Five said.

“Don’t be so sure.” She said quietly.

Five sent Y/N with Allison, and then Allison and her were now hanging around the house that Vanya was currently living in. "Are you sure this is a good idea, Allison?" Y/N asked.

"Yes."

"Alright, be careful," Y/N said. She nodded and the two of them got out, Allison entering first.

Solemn violin music poured out of the cabin, and small objects like chairs and windchimes rocked back and forth in a strong wind that came from the same location.

"Vanya?" Allison called over the loud sounds. "Are you there?" She opened the door and stepped inside, while you loomed by the doorway. "Vanya, what's going on?"

Startled, Vanya lowered her bow, staring between the two of them. "What're you guys doing here?" she asked.

"We're here to visit you," Y/N said. "Are you okay?"

"Uh… Yeah."

"There's something… Strange going on," Allison noted. "What's causing it?"

Vanya seemed more sure of herself, as if she were a new person when she straightened up and said, "I am."

"What are you talking about?" the taller woman asked.

"I'm making this happen." She said, "With my abilities," Vanya added. "Turns out I've had them this whole time. Weird, huh?"

Y/N smiled, "That’s amazing, Vanya.” Y/N said excitedly. Vanya visibly relaxed with a smile before turning to Allison for reassurance.

Allison inhaled sharply, "That's incredible."

Vanya caught the hesitation in her tone. "But?"

"Can we talk about this in the car?"

"Why?"

"You won't wanna hear it."

Allison sighed, "Leonard Peabody? His real name is Harold Jenkins." Vanya stayed quiet. "I couldn't find anything about him in the library, remember? It's because he doesn't exist; Harold Jenkins does. He was imprisoned for twelve years. He murdered his father when he was thirteen."

"That's crazy."

"But it's true," Y/N said. Both of them turned to face her. "If you don't believe Allison, then at least believe me. I didn't see it before because he had aged so much, but I met Harold Jenkins over a decade ago. He and Leonard Peabody are the same person."

Vanya's shoulders sagged before Allison was in her face again. "We were in his house. He has pictures of all of us with our eyes gouged out!"

"Allison-"

"What?"

"We'll tell you everything when we get in the car, promise, but it isn't safe here!" She grabbed Vanya's arm and tried to pull her towards the door.

"Stop!" She pulled away from the taller girl and lowered herself onto a chair.

"Hey, don't grab her. Even if she's in danger…" Y/N placed her hand on Allison's arm, "If someone told me someone I loved killed someone and tried to grab me, I'd be hesitant as well."

Sighing, the woman knelt down in front of the violinist. "I can't imagine how hard it is for you to hear this… But we love you, and I just wanna be here for you, as your sister."

"There's no way," she mumbled. "I love him. This makes zero sense. And my powers, I just, I don't know what's even going on," she whimpered, covering her head. "I dunno what to do."

"… I might understand a little bit," Allison said. "When we were four, Dad said you were sick, and you had to be quarantined. We were so young. None of us knew to question him, not like we do now. But then he told me to do something that I didn't understand… Until now. He wanted me to make you think you were ordinary. He made me his accomplice."

Vanya blinked a few times. Y/N stared at Allison with a mix between shock and horror in her eyes. "So this is your fault?" Vanya hissed.

"I… I didn't realize- "

"You knew this whole time? That I was like you guys?" She shot up out of her chair angrily.

"No, no! I didn't really understand until today, until I saw you, and-and all of this!"

"Now everything makes sense," she spat. "This is why you never wanted me around!"

"What? No!"

"You couldn't risk me threatening your place in the group, your- your dominance."

"That is not true!"

"You couldn't handle that Dad might've found me special!"

"You are special, Vanya!"

"Stop saying that!"

"We can start over now!"

"You destroyed my life!"

"Oh, please, Vanya," she scoffed. "We can move on!"

"I'm moving on, but not with you. With Leonard."

"With Harold, you mean- "

"With Leonard! The only person who has ever loved me for me! Someone who's not Y/N!" The words went through Y/N's chest like a knife. The atmosphere in the room suddenly changed, and a presence filled it, one that seemed familiar. "Look me in the eye and tell me you aren't threatened now," she growled at Allison.

As a wind filled the room, Allison hesitantly said, "I don't want to argue with you- "

"Then go!" Vanya hollered. Something crashed.

"I'm only trying to help- "

"I don't want your help!"

"Vanya, I love you!"

"Stop saying that!"

"Allison." Y/N placed her hand on Allison's shoulder, "We should give Vanya some space. We should go."

"Vanya, are you okay?" Allison ignored the girl.

"Go!" The lights on the ceiling shattered, spraying glass everywhere.

"Please don't make me do this," Allison whimpered. "… I heard a rumor- "

Vanya's bow sliced through the air, and a line of red was suddenly across Allison's neck. The both of them lurched forward as blood leaked through the wound and she toppled to the ground. "Allison, no!" Vanya cried out. She mumbled the same word over and over, "No, no, no!"

Y/N breathed in and out, trying to calm herself as her eyes filled with tears. She cleared her throat and ripped her shirt, placing it over Allison's neck. She flicked her hand as the bleeding started to slow. "That should prevent any more blood loss," She mumbled.

"I didn't mean it," she sobbed, "I'm so sorry," she cried, her fists balling up the fabric of her shirt as she leaned into Y/N.

"Hey, hey, hey. It's gonna be okay, everything's going to be okay." Y/N comforted her. Vanya cried in her arms. "Everything's gonna be okay, Vanya. I got you."

"Vanya!" Leonard's shout turned both their heads as he opened the door.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" She wailed against Y/N’s shoulder.

"I forgive you, Vanya… Calm down, breathe in and breathe out…" Y/N whispered to her.

"You did what you had to," he said. "Vanya, we need to go!"

"I can't leave them here!" Vanya cried as she was pulled out of Y/N's arms, she fought against him, "No!"

Vanya's hands covered with blood, sobbing hysterically and sputtering out apologies as she was held by the very man the others were hunting down. "Vanya." Y/N said. "It's going to be alright." She got up and turned to Leanord. "If you hurt my sister, or my family. I will come after you and kill you. That is a promise… Do you understand?"

"Please Y/N, don't- don't send me away!"

"I'm not, I promise - I promise that I'm not" Y/N said shakily as her voice cracked. "The others are most likely on their way here. They'll see Allison and you and Harold and they'll think the worst."

Vanya wailed. "I just need to diffuse the situation. I need to explain what happened." Y/N said, "They trust me. And I need you to trust me too."

"Let me fix this. Let me at least try." She shook her head, sobs still pouring from her shaking lips.

"Hey, hey, hey." Y/N took her sister's hands, "I will protect you and I promise I will try to explain what happened." She held her hand out. "Sisters promise, alright?"

"R-right…" Vanya's voice was shaky as the two of them left.

Y/N's hands trembled as she looked at Allison's injured body and lifted her hand, cocking her head to the side as Allison’s body floated up, yellow light shifting around her body as Y/N walked out with her body.

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"Hey, uh, Y/N?" Five called out to the girl who was looking out the window. She turned around, her eyes still red from crying. And yet she still smiled.

"Hey, Five." Y/N's voice cracked as she wiped her eyes, "Probably should be moping in my room, shouldn't I?"

"No, not really." Five sat down next to Y/N.

"Can you just stay here with me?" Y/N asked, turning to Five. "I think I like your company…" Her voice was quiet, a mere whisper, but Five heard. And he stayed. He held her hand as she rested her head on Five’s shoulder.

"Thanks, Five." Y/N chuckled. Five frowned.

"What-"

“For being here with me… For all of us.” Y/N said quietly, “It must’ve been so hard coming back and going through all of that.”

Five looked at her in a way she’d never seen him look at her before. He suddenly cleared his throat loudly, "It’s nothing, I’m just… Glad it’s over.”

[dana-chan-the-control-brain]

Thanks for your response. I was the anon who ended the ask with 'the fandom can suck it'. When I saw that anon who you and twinanimatronics had assumed to be the one that keeps you know starting shit with you, I really hated that they labeled us as shipbrain or whatever they said. I am aroace who finds comfort in shipping characters and that doesn't make me any less aroace. Can't people like them just let us have this, let us share it and stop taping our mouths? God. We are not even hurting anyone. I posted a solarxmoon and solarxearth mini comic thing yesterday and behold, I believe that same anon found it and is looking adamantly through the solarxmoon and even solarxearth because I didn't use the tsams tag for my comic. I took the comic down fast and turned off anon messages so quick because God that anon was quick to leave nasty messages, six in total and that was panic attack inducing. I'm sorry for rambling about this. I don't know anyone else who got that same anon on their back. It looks like they are persistent for lack of better term and it annoys me+scares me. Can't even share things I like about here anymore. Hoping solarxmoon becomes canon so that anon can shut up already

If Solar Moon became canon, they don't even need to change anything.

The actors don't even need to pretend to kiss or be romanically involved at all.

It's literally as simple as "Oh yeah, we were dating for months, anyway..."

OH AND... FUCK THAT ANON. I know the user you are talking about, I think there's around two or three of them... and it seems like they're dead set on hunting down people who use that Solarmoon or Solar x Moon tag.

Going into popular users in the tsams fandom that I personally don't know... and spreading bad lies and rumors about me.

Like, they typically try to keep it as vague as possible, like "oh I am not talking about dana-chan-the-control-brain specifically....." but they often steal the exact wording and turn of phrase I use.

Cause I have an overly wordy way of talking on the internet.

I've always been this way since I was 15, so I feel my style of speaking is pretty overly wordy, rambly and long compared to most people just because I don't have a lot to share with my opinions with in real life. And I also misspell things a lot cus spellcheck has gotten worse since it became AI trained and it doesn't help my dyslexia.

But how sad is that? That someone is searching out the tag for a ship that they don't like, claim that "it's everywhere" and I'm "poisoning the fanbase" when I'm just.... here... playing with my own dolls, doing my own thing.... and not bothering anyone... Not even putting the ship in the tags publicly because I have Such respect and love for the silly little youtube show, who also plays with fnaf characters like they're dolls.

(just saying.. "bio-organic" and interdimensional travel did NOT come from fnaf I can tell you that much. )

And yeah, if they're really stumbling across Solarmoon or these ships on accident.......Blacklist the tags and move on? Don't come to my messages... Don't harass my friends...

And don't harass other people I DON'T EVEN KNOW because someone just said "hehe but what if they kissed" on the internet?

Like blocklist the tag, and move on.

I know the blocklisting tagging system sucks sometimes, so maybe it's picking up "Solar" like in that case? Just scroll super fast and don't look at it?

And yeah. You don't deserve those nasty messages sent your way at all!

Oh, and if you feel brave enough to reupload your art to tumblr and DM me, I will gladly reblog it here. <3

[nighthunter241]

He is Mine-Chapter 2 (Henry Cavill x male reader)

Masterlist

NOT MY GIF, GIF USED FROM TUMBLR OPTION

18+ DNI if you are lower the age of 18

Warning: mentions of DEATH

Rival #2 Gal Gadot

POV of M/N mom and dad during Week 1 before they left town.

Chris is in the basement home picking up a box and is about to go up the stairs to leave the basement. As he is leaving the basement with the box on hand he opens the door and is walking out until he is startled by his wife Alba. He gets scared and drops the box he was holding, making a loud thud when landing on the floor.

Alba: Oh darling, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.

Chris: It is no issue honey.

Alba: Surprised you still haven’t been able to distinguish my footsteps darling.

Chris: You are the one who has been known for being light on their feet.

Alba: What were you doing in the basement, wait is that the box with all our old letters and voice messages.

Chris: Yeah it is, I've been thinking about throwing them out.

Alba: And why is that darling?

Chris: You really want our kids to find them or worse read and listen to them.

Alba: Come on it won’t be that bad.

Chris: Sweety, I might be ok with the truth of the past but our kids we don’t know about that.

Alba: I highly doubt they will change perspectives, even though adopted they still seem more like me.

Chris: Yeah well anyway why did you want me to wake up early and drop you off at this gas station?

Alba: Well darling the best thing happened today, someone I saw many years ago is back in town and clearly still have interest in me so I had to make sure he knew that I knew he was back into town, I was hoping to catch him at the gas station to welcome him back but he instead ran down an ally.

Chris: Who are you talking about?

Alba: Don’t tell me you are jealous sweetheart.

Chris: Trust me I don’t get jealous especially about another man I know you wouldn’t do anything with another person.

Alba: So romantic honey.

Chris: Any way, who was this guy?

Alba: It was him, the investigator

Chris: What?

Alba: Yeah.

Chris: It can’t be I thought he retired or left town due to him being the laughing stock of the town.

Alba: I guess he is back now, may want to start picking up his investigation again and try to put me into jail again.

Chris: He failed the first time, you even embarrassed him and got him to lose everything while in court what else could he want.

Alba: He is stubborn and might think he can catch me slipping and hopefully reopen the case.

Chris: What do you want to do?

Alba: I’ll tell you about it while we pack our bags and head to the airport

Chris: Yeah that sounds……WAIT AIRPORT as in the place with the planes for people who leave the country?

Alba: Yes darling we are packing our bags and heading to Canada.

Chris: Are you kidding, and our jobs?

Alba: Relax, I took care of it, we get all the time off we need.

Chris: That is great but we got I don’t know THREE KIDS that are in their senior year about to graduate.

Alba: Darling relax, if they are just like their mother they will be fine.

Chris: How long will we be gone for?

Alba: I don’t know, it will depend how fast I can track him down and take care of it.

Chris: Alba sweety.

Alba: Darling don’t worry, I’ll pack and write them a note.

Chris: What about the box? Let me throw it out first.

Alba: Just throw it back down the basement and I’ll write in the note to stay out of the basement, you know they always listen to me.

Chris: Alright honey.

Alba: Do you think when we get back M/N will have a boyfriend I really hope so.

Chris: I hope not, can’t have another child go through a honeymoon phase.

Alba: What you say darling?

Chris: Nothing sweetheart.

Present

You wake up on Monday deeply annoyed when you remember that you have another issue to deal with. Now you have another girl that Henry can possibly fall for, just thinking about it pisses you off. You are ready for school and head downstairs and see your brothers eating and you update them about what you know.

M/N: There is another one.

Sebastian: Another what?

M/N: Another girl that likes Henry

Anthony: What, how do you know?

M/N: Robert told me

Sebastian: Him, and you take his word for it.

M/N: I mean I saw photos. It looked like Henry was getting close with that girl.

Sebastian: Who is the girl?

Anthony: I swear it better not be a student council member.

M/N: It is Gal Gadot

Sebastian: Wait, Gal you serious

Anthony: They are working on a school project together makes sense.

M/N: UGH, what do I do?

Sebastian: I have no idea, just let it play out until something comes to mind.

Anthony: You are so helpful sometimes you know that.

Sebastian shrugs at the comment and before you know it you are walking to school and at the corner where you meet up with Henry. After some time Henry calls out to you and you two start walking to school. “So how was your weekend Henry?” you asked him and he responds “Nothing much just feeling a bit better after what happened with Amy”. You end up asking him how everything is with that and he just responds letting you know the friendship between the two is over and that he is somewhat feeling better. One thing you noticed was that he never mentioned him being at the park or the walk and chat he had with Gal which gets you thinking if anything romantic is really going on. You decide not to push the topic and you two end up getting to school and Henry leaves saying he has to meet with Gal about their project. You end up following him until he reaches the school library and from a corner you listen to their conversation.

Gal: Hey Henry so glad you could meet up before class.

Henry: Yeah it is no problem

Gal: How are you feeling?

Henry: Better actually, the chat and walk with you made me feel better.

Gal: Have you told M/N about what you've been feeling?

Henry: Not really, he doesn’t really need to know.

Gal: Well I feel special. I know something that your best friend doesn’t.

Henry: I guess so.

Gal: Let's continue discussing how we should plan this project.

Henry sits down and starts talking with Gal about the project, hearing say how she thinks she is so special just because she knows a piece of info makes your blood boil. HOW DARE SHE think that. You were going to leave until you saw Gal put her hand on Henry's arm in a playful manner. You felt like something snapped, you were angry, no you were enraged by what you were seeing. After seeing that you left and decided you needed to relax, you go to the roof to relax but unable to come up with a plan you start freaking out on what to do. You go to class and while attending you are unable to focus without thinking of Gal and Henry until class ends. When lunch comes around you start walking by the club rooms and when you pass the Chemistry club you notice the cabinets and see all the chemicals, the dangerous chemicals. Hours pass and you get home and instantly go to your room to come with a plan. You start looking up the names of the chemicals you could see from the cabinet in the chemistry club out of curiosity. You end up finding out that certain chemicals in the club are poisonous, deadly enough to get it done. The temptation becomes strong but you shut off the laptop and quickly try to calm yourself, nearly going crazy at the thought of hurting Gal. 

After having a rough night you get to school trying to hopefully have a normal day to see if it was possible to come up with a different strategy, that was until you saw Gal talking to someone and you decide to listen in.

Gal: I mean it, he is so hot.

Friend: I’m not saying you're wrong just making sure you know what you are doing, he did just lose his friend.

Gal: He clearly is throwing signals back, I can’t wait till Friday.

Friend: You really got it bad don’t you, what about M/N?

Gal:  What about him?

Friend: They are close friends, what if he doesn’t like you and Henry chooses him over you.

Gal: Highly doubt that, before he knows it, I will be the one having Henry all the time and all that Henry will think about is me

They giggle and walk away, “Alright if that is how you feel, what about a rude awakening you ugly bit….”. Before you finish that thought Anthony comes up to you and smirks.

Anthony: Someone is being productive.

M/N: Shut it, just leaning against this wall.

Anthony:Yeah, sure. Have you come up with anything?

M/N: I…….well….

Anthony: Oh……is it those thoughts?

M/N: What thoughts?

Anthony: You know

M/N: Anthony………..I don’t know what you are talking about.

Anthony: Alright, just know you can do whatever it takes ok and we will have your back just know that.

Your brother leaves you to think about the last thing he said, and without a second thought it can possibly work. Maybe you can to the chemistry club room and seeing how empty it is you go in. The first thing visible is the cabinet and thankfully club members were dumb enough to leave it unlocked.  You grab one of the tiny bottles and leave the room and you start wondering what you can do with the poison. But then you remember one thing, pour it into her food and we will have your back just know that.

M/N: Hey I need something.

Robert: What do you need?

M/N: Do you know Gal's usual schedule, like what she does during her free time before class.

Robert: I can send it to you but overall she is always with someone or doing something so she is distracted.

M/N: What about lunch time?

Robert: She packs her lunch in the cooking club, she apparently is good friends with one of the members so they let her put her lunch there and when lunch begins she heads to the club to pick it up and heat it.

M/N: When does she usually leave her lunch in the cooking club?

Robert: It looks like that is one of the first things she does when she gets to school.

M/N: Alright, thx.

You put your phone down and head to the cooking club, none of the club members are inside due to them handing out samples around the school. You open the fridge and see a whole bunch of cooking ingredients but only one lunch box is located inside. You take it out and open it, without hesitation you pour the chemical you grabbed onto the meal. After that you let it air out to get rid of the smell and after that you packed it up again and placed it back in the fridge. Everything is put back in its place and you leave the club room and quickly make your way to class before the bell rings. After hours of classes it finally hits lunchtime and you get to the cooking club and see Gal take out her lunch box. She walks outside and heads to one of the benches near the gymnasium and she sits down and starts eating her lunch. After a couple of minutes of her eating she starts making a face of discomfort then she starts coughing. She gets up and only manages to get like a couple of steps before she falls onto the floor coughing and gagging. After a minute of that she lays still and stops moving, a student comes out of the gymnasium and lets out a scream. Before you could get caught you run away and get yourself into a random room. The student that had screamed heads to the teacher lounge and leads the teacher to Gal. Before you know it an ambulance is called and comes to Gal aid but clearly showing no signs of recovery, the paramedics later call the time of death. Everyone is to their classes and are forced to stay put until class is dismissed early.

 The Principal and Guidance Counselor decide to send the students home early and you are making your way home and when you get there you are greeted by your brothers who instantly start bombarding you with questions.

Anthony: Was it you?

Sebastian: You could have done a better job?

Anthony: What did you do exactly?

Sam: How did you do it?

M/N: RELAX!!! One at a time please.

Anthony: So?

M/N: It…..was…..me..

Anthony: How though?

M/N: I poured some poisonous chemical onto her food.

Sebastian: Wait, that was it?

M/N: Yeah

Anthony: We thought it was something more impressive but whatever.

M/N: Why are you guys so relaxed about what I did?

Sebastian: I don’t know, we aren’t really freaked out about this

M/N: Just don’t tell mom.

Anthony: Relax we won’t.

Your brothers walk alway to go make dinner and after eating dinner you head to your room to relax due to you not having homework and plan to enjoy the rest of the week until you receive a text from Henry.

Henry: M/N I feel so freaked after today.

M/N: I know, we just wanted a normal week.

Henry: I was getting along with Gal. I felt devastated after finding out what happened.

M/N: I know, I heard it could be food poisoning, a terrible way to go.

Henry: Yeah I heard about that also, I guess she must have used expired ingredients by accident.

M/N: I guess so, still a terrible thing

Henry: I think I may skip school tomorrow.

M/N: Wait, why?

Henry: I need a day to just process this.

M/N: I get that.

Henry: Wait, skip school tomorrow with me, we can go to the mall or go somewhere to eat just us two.

M/N: Henry you know I would, but I don’t need the school contacting my parents about me missing school while they are out of town.

Henry: Alright makes sense, don’t want you to get your mum angry I guess goodnight.

M/N: Night Henry

Week 2 Saturday

Henry POV

After the end of that school week Henry is walking by the football field, the one day he skipped wasn’t enough for him to get over the death of Gal. While walking by he runs into someone from school and he recognizes him. It is someone from their school football team, Ben Affleck. 

Ben: Sorry about that

Henry: No, I’m sorry.

Ben: Hey weren’t you that dude who was working on that project with Gal

Henry: Um, yeah I was.

Ben: Oh ... .must have been hard for you.

Henry: It was but pulling through.

Ben: That is all we can do, how are you feeling overall?

Henry: Just sad, but also numb to it and freaked out since it is so out of knowhere.

Ben: I hear that, just trying to distract myself with practice.

Henry: Yeah I’m currently trying to find a distraction also.

Ben: Hey, I got an idea.

Henry: What is it?

Ben: You seem strong and athletic, can you throw the football at me and help me with my catches you can help practice more and it should distract you for a bit to have you forget about what happened

Henry: You know what sure, sounds like a good idea

Ben: Thank you and trust me playing will help you relax and forget for a bit.

Sunday

M/N POV

You are washing the dishes from eating lunch when you notice your phone starts notifying you about a message. After finishing up you check your phone and to no surprise it is from Robert.

Robert: Congrats on getting rid of Gal, you had successfully killed someone without getting caught. That is impressive.

M/N: I have no idea what you are talking about

Robert: No need to lie or act dumb with me like I said I’m an ally.

M/N: What game are you playing?

Robert: No game just making sure you know who to trust, but most importantly I have some information you may like.

M/N: Which is?

Robert: *Sends of photos of Henry and Ben at the football field* Good looking man right, all those muscles.

M/N: That is Ben Affleck, the football captain of our school.

Robert: Exactly and he seems to be getting close with Henry.

M/N: They seem to be friends.

Robert: Naive aren’t you

M/N: Wait, don't tell me.

Robert: Ben well after some digging he seems to be the classic in the closet Jock an interesting detail just saying.

M/N: Perfect another issue to take care of.

Robert: Shouldn’t you be happy, this can help confirm if Henry is into men right?

M/N: Yeah you are right, but worse if he decides to follow those feelings with Ben.

Robert: Like before, just get to know the details about their building “friendship” and from there you can confirm what you need to do.

M/N: Doing this all again.

Robert: Relax, I’m sure you can take care of it, you seem to know a lot more than you let on, have fun and don’t stress out, remember, Henry is already yours.

[atmilliways]

Wrong On The Money (27)

part 27 of ?? | 810 words | Teen+

Blackmail fic on Ao3 | on tumblr

Summary:

Steve knows his hands are shaking, and he wants to stop them but he can’t. He’s also breathing too fast and his face feels like it’s crumpling, but he can’t fix that either.

27.

Steve knows his hands are shaking, and he wants to stop them but he can’t. He’s also breathing too fast and his face feels like it’s crumpling, but he can’t fix that either.

And he knew it, he knew that Eddie hates him. Why else would the guy think it was all to . . . to show off or something? It was stupid, even after all they’d been through, to think that might’ve changed. To think that “Big Boy” was anything more than temporary insanity, like his own overcompensating with Nancy and that six little nuggets speech.

The thing is, Steve had thought. He couldn’t help it. There’s this thing that happens when he throws himself between people and death—starting with Nancy, at the Byers’ house in ‘83, when he’d seen the bandage on her hand and pushed his way inside. It had extended to Jonathan as well when a monster dropped through the ceiling. Extended to Dustin when he got in his car the following year, and more of the other little gremlins as they came into his orbit. Steve started to care, and to his surprise they cared back.

So yeah, he’d assumed Eddie might too. That’s what this alternate dimension shit does, it makes you rely on the people in it with you, and with that comes . . . honestly, some of the best friends Steve has ever had. Friends he’s goddamn lucky to have.

But Eddie still hates him, the way Barb probably would’ve still hated him if she’d survived. It’s fine, he should have known to expect this, it should be fine. 

(It’s not. Steve does want Eddie to look at him, he realizes, and not in a hateful way at all.)

He clenches his fists, digging his blunt nails into the heel of his palms, but in the end it’s the words that reel him back in. Eddie is talking again, rambling to put even Robin to shame. 

Saying thank you for bridal carrying him out of hell. (As if a fireman's carry wouldn’t have been worse for Eddie’s injuries.)

Saying thank you for deciding to give him the money, and for using his being an asshole to trick him into taking it for Wayne’s sake. (An exaggeration. That made it sound clever, when Steve acted on impulse.)

Saying sorry for asking for interest, and that it was honestly all spent on Wayne’s medication, sworn on Dustin’s mother. (Judging people for how they spend money once they have it is something Steve used to do. He’s trying to not be like his dad anymore.)

Saying sorry for being a hypocrite, because he’s gay, and adding that Steve can spread that around if he wants because it’s not like Eddie’s reputation could get much worse. (Steve had kinda figured, but it’s nice to not have to assume.)

Saying sorry for being wrong. 

At first Steve takes it all as lies to get him to stop making a scene. What other motivation could Eddie Munson possibly have? But the guy keeps going, and going, and going, and gradually it starts to sink in. 

And Eddie keeps going like a runaway train. “Everything you did this past week is some of the most metal fucking shit I’ve ever seen in my life, man. Which I wouldn’t still have if you hadn’t dragged me in here and made them treat me. With what Dustin informed me was ‘the most badass temper tantrum ever,’ by the way.”

Steve almost chokes on a breath, managing in his surprise to get out a chuckle that only sounds half strangled. “Dustin said that?” he rasps. 

“Oh yeah. Kid worships you, dude. It was kind of annoying, until . . . all this.” Eddie waves his hands around like they’re birds trying to launch themselves clear of his body. If it’s an attempt to get Steve to laugh, it doesn’t work.

But it’s a near thing. 

Instead, Steve takes a deep breath and no longer feels an iron band constricting his chest anymore. He wiggles his fingers without any phantom pinprick sensations. The tension drains out of his limbs and he feels exhausted.

“Eddie?” he asks. 

“Y-yeah?”

When he looks over, Eddie stares back with those big anxious Bambi eyes full of trepidation, as though he actually cares about what Steve’s about to say. Is it guilt? Is it trauma bonding and the solidarity of the matching bat bites on their torsos? Does it matter? Either way, it’s still care.

“Truce?” Steve offers. 

There will be time for him to explain to Eddie about the panic and the nail bat he keeps in the trunk of his car, about Barb and wanting to be better. For now, he can bask in the smile that cracks across Eddie’s lips and the immediate “Yeah” he gets in return for the olive branch.

Maybe it will be fine. Maybe they can be friends.

[squids-comics]

This set of panels right here is a great case study on what makes a comic action scene truly great. The action of this scene is amazing, but it doesn't feel that way to read. Doctor Doom catching Cap's shield and throwing it back at him is a huge move that, when played right, could have the impact that Cap grabbing Mjolnir in Endgame had on audiences. This set of panels makes that jaw dropping scene feel awkward and clunky. Lets dissect why!!

Before we get started, a quick reminder and introduction for everyone new, I am an aspiring comic writer!! I have read thousands of comics and even written a few of my own! If you like my analysis, you should check out my writing! I've got all my comic scripts up on my Wattpad and I'm slowly posting them on my Tumblr as well! Now, on with the analysis!!

The first thing that jumps out to me is the focus of the panels. Comic panels can only show you a brief snapshot of the action, leaving you to fill in the spaces between, kind of like a real bad flip book animation. Because it can only show a few key frames of the action, it's very important to be critical about the action they showcase. We have three panels for this brief action stunt:

Cap throws the shield, Doom gloats

The shield flies at Doom, Doom gloats

Doom throws it back, Doom gloats, Cap narrates

The main purpose of this stunt is to show how dangerous Doom is. Not only is he a genius with enough sci-fi weaponry to make a Mandalorian jealous, he's a tough fighter with real fast reflexes. This is shown by having him catch the shield, something Cap has never had to deal with before! So isn't it weird that we don't actually get to see the catch itself? We know it happens based on Doom throwing it back and Cap's narration, but we don't even get to see Doom touch the shield. If I could redo the three panels, they'd go a little something like this:

Cap throws the shield

Doom catches the shield, Doom gloats

Doom throws it back, Doom gloats

Now you might have noticed that I also changed the structure of the dialogue. This is to fix a major problem I have with all comics from this era, the over reliance on dialogue. Have you ever heard of show don't tell? Well apparently Stan Lee hasn't. In every fight scene, there is always at least one person spelling out the action for the reader. It gets kind of annoying after a while. I would definitely cut out Cap's narration because with a good panel layout and good pacing, it's completely unnecessary. I'd also tone down Doom's taunting, as five speech bubbles in three panels just to berate someone is a lot. I'd lower it to three bubbles.

Panel one Doom doesn't say a word, not wanting to give his hand away. This silence would make Doom's actions more mysterious. By insulting Cap, the reader can guess that Doom has a plan. By staying silent, Cap (and by proxy, the reader) could be led to assume that they caught Doom off guard. This would lend even more impact to Doom's big catch, as it shows Doom is a menacing foe even when he seems unprepared.

Panel two, Doom would get two bubbles. He's a very arrogant and prideful man, so he would definitely hurl some insults Cap's way. Especially after catching his shield. I would have his first bubble say "Masked fool! You still do not suspect the true extent of my power!", with the second saying "I am any man's master!". These are good lines for sure, but I feel like they'd have a much bigger impact after the catch, rather than before.

And finally for panel three, I'd keep the "Do I make myself clear, you witless peasant?" line because it's a wonderful line in the perfect spot.

One other potential change you could do is in the actual action itself. This stunt is a great way to show off Doom's character, both in terms of physical ability and his personality through his taunting. We are meant to see how arrogant and prideful and overconfident he is through his constant insults. But any character can talk the talk. A real good character can walk the walk. Any character can speak, a real good character doesn't need to. Their actions speak for them. In panel three, Doom throws Cap's shield back at him, turning Cap's offensive into his own. But what if instead, he showcased his arrogance by giving Cap another chance? Instead of attacking Cap with the shield, Doom could slide it along the floor, passing it back to Cap. This would show how Doom is so full of himself that he doesn't even consider Cap a threat. He would essentially be saying "That attack won't work on me. Try something better.". And if that level of arrogance doesn't scream Doom, then I don't know what does!

But anyways, those are just my thoughts! Let me know what you think of them, and what changes you would do! Thank you for reading!!

Panels from: Avengers #25

[kintrash413]

socialstuck songfic (Party Dog by Tom Cardy)

The party sucked, in Tumblrs opinion, but that wasn't surprising. shed tried to intermingle for a bit only to get immediately put off when someone unironically tried to talk about the weather. Well, that wasn't exactly true- weather was one of her favourite subjects. but when she brought up how the weather was only going to get more extreme from climate change, the conversation abruptly ended like it always did. whatever. 

The chips and dip were pretty damn good though, and when no one was looking Tumblr stole a bowl's worth. 

shed been invited by Reddit- it was his lame ass party- because he wanted her to meet his new girlfriend. but that's not why she came. 

Tumblr showed up because Reddit had mentioned some months ago getting a new dog, so after brief intermingling and snack stealing she went room to room to search for the pupper in question. 

The corgi is found in a bedroom, and immediately Tumblr drops to her knees to let it sniff her hand. once satisfied with her scent, it flopped onto its stomach. 

She was so blesséd…

Within a few minutes the dog was in her lap while she was giving it tummy pats, truly in a place as close to heaven as Earth could get, when the door opened. 

Tumblr glared over at the open door to find Reddits roommate. He blinked at her in surprise. 

"fuck off," she tells him unkindly, patting the dog as she spoke. "this is dog pat town now, and you don't have a passport."

Wikipedia pauses at the door for a moment. "I don't need a passport for municipal interstate travel," he counters. 

even though he's interrupting her precious dog petting time, Tumblr can appreciate that he was playing along, so she sat up a little straighter as she addressed him. "well, this is a sovereign city state. like the Vatican." 

"guess that makes you the pope." 

Pope. That was a title Tumblr could get used to. She liked the masculinity associated with the title. Her gender was funky like that. "Pope of patting," she confirmed. 

All she needed was one of those big old pope hats. but one hand full of corgi and the other full of dip was just as holy. 

"Alright," she agreed finally, holding out a hand. "Kiss the ring motherfucker, and I'll let you stay." 

Wikipedia laughed at that, dramatically kneeling before her and taking her hand to kiss one of her many rings. She liked jewelry. if she was a little more drunk she probably would've liked him, instead of just tolerating him as they patted the unnamed corgi together in silence. 

"Wiki!" Tumblr announced suddenly. 

"It's Pedia." 

"Get this dog some cheese, Wiki!"

Wikipedia rolled his eyes but got up back up. Once the door closed behind him, Tumblr let out a breath. 

She addressed the dog in her lap, who was looking up at her with the Most adorable face. "don't speak," she reassured it. "you don't have to say it- we both hate Wiki." 

Tumblr shook her head disapprovingly. "Firefox damn it." she began counting on her fingers. "he pats too hard, he pats too fast… he burned my crops!" he did not do that last one, but she wasn't going to wait around until he did. 

Tumblr was the Pope of Patting Dog. Even Wiki could see that. he was just trying to take over the pope show. 

Before she could make a proper plan of what to do with him, the door reopened, bringing with it the scent of cheese. Despite all their preparation, the dog's tail still wagged as Wiki kneeled down beside them. 

"y'know," Wiki began to make idle conversation, and Tumblr was already annoyed. "The Vatican has no immigration." 

"huh?" Tumblr asked, despite herself. 

"No passport necessary," he continued. 

Tumblr's face fell. "fuck. now my pope metaphor… sucks." 

Wikipedia nodded distractedly. "The Vatican has an open border policy with the rest of Italy, actually." 

but… Tumblr could feel her Pope title falling through her fingers. 

she watched, a little emptier inside, as the dog finished licking the cheese off of Wikis fingers. 

"Why are you here?" Tumblr snapped finally. 

"It's, my bedroom?" 

excuses. after careful thought, Tumblr had come to the conclusion that she would not be told off by fucking Wiki. "get out!" she gestured him away impatiently. "out!" 

Wikipedia reluctantly let himself be herded out of his room, and Tumblr slammed the door shut behind him. 

Tumblr most certainly did not show up to get lectured by some encyclopedia. she turned her attention back to the corgi, looking up at her and wagging its tail so hard it's entire butt was shaking. it was what had brought her here, and she sat back down to resume petting. 

[steppingstonesuniverseguide]

One More Step Out of the Pit: Chapter 2/26

Summary: It had been Tommy and Tubbo for practically forever. They clawed their way out of hell together. They discovered their superpowers together. They started working for the Superhero Guild together before even coming of age. Tommy probably owed Tubbo his life ten times over. So, when the three supervillains he'd been assigned to bring in managed to take Tubbo hostage, well, there was really only one thing to do.

He knew, of course, he was signing himself up for torture and death by offering that trade, but that was okay.

It'd have to be okay.

AO3 Link (See AO3 for Warnings.)

(This story is finished and has been posted on AO3 for a while, but I'm posting it on Tumblr so it's somewhere else too (considering the day AO3 was down a bit ago). The author notes will all be kept as well. If you are following the blog and don't want to see these posts, block the tag #backlog.)

Author Note: Here's a bit more status quo before getting into the action.

This house was a nightmare, Phil thought for very much not the first time.

 “Phil, please make him stop,” Techno pleaded through a mouthful of pancake. It was about 7am in his household and things were progressing in an unfortunately normal manner.

“Will, stop,” Phil ordered.

Wilbur did not stop. He continued to strum his guitar while spewing out sing-song words that inhumanly echoed against Phil’s skull. “Is it annoy-oy-oying?”

“Yes,” Techno groaned, and it was. It was the most annoying thing in the world the way his voice skittered and crawled up and down Phil’s back, like he was being poked with icy cold fingers repeatedly. It was painless, but Phil still wanted to slam his own head into the wall. Or, better yet, Will’s.

“Can we not have one breakfast without light torture?” he asked his son.

“No, Phil,” he continued to sing, and invoking Phil’s name made the annoying sensation of his voice dig deeper into his skin. “I need to practice, and you are a captive audience because you love me.” Unfortunately, this was fact.

“Shut up, shut up,” Phil begged. “Put the pancakes in your mouth and shut up.” He slammed down the last platter of pancakes he’d been making and put two on the boy’s plate. Wilbur ignored this, continuing to make the low-pitched warbling sound as he stummed on his guitar.

“I’m going to kill him,” Techno said. “I don’t even care anymore. I’m 98% sure it wouldn’t be permanent, but it would be so satisfying.”

Phil knew that was a lie, of course, (though he wondered when he’d gotten numb to those sort of jokes) and so did Wilbur. “Technoblade will not kill me because he is far too soft,” Wilbur sang even louder.

“Wilbur seriously,” Techno snapped, wincing at the increased volume. “I have a headache.”

Wilbur’s mouth snapped shut immediately and Phil let out a sigh of relief. The fingers on the guitar paused, letting the last strummed chord fade. Phil watched as those fingers shifted and rearranged themselves to strum a different chord. “This is Technoblade’s headache song,” he sang along with the new tune. “This is Technoblade’s headache song. Techno has a headache, so we’ll sing it all night long. Oh, we’ll sing it all night long.”

The tension that had been lining Techno’s shoulders all morning slowly leaked out of him. “How are you both the worst and best person in the universe?” Techno asked as Will repeated the chorus again. He let his head sink down onto the table and Phil had to act fast to keep his not yet braided hair from falling into the syrup. “You’re a lyricist. You’d think you could come up with something less stupid for it,” he grumbled. Phil patted his head with a soft laugh.

Wilbur just smiled through his song without pausing the “verse” of ‘ba da da da’s that came faster with a slightly different tune from the lyrics. It was a familiar song in their home, its origins from the first week they all lived together, though the tune had changed slightly as Will perfected it over the years.

The pattern repeated: two run throughs of the chorus and a string of ‘ba’s and ‘da’s’ three more times before Will paused. “Better?” he asked, just a touch smug.

“Yeah,” Techno grumbled reluctantly. He peeled his face off the table and grabbed his fork to stab another piece of his pancake.

“Good,” Phil said, rubbing his back. He turned to Wilbur. “Now shut up and eat your god dammed food before it gets colder than it already is.”

Wilbur grinned at him. “Don’t you want a song, Phil?”

“Shut it,” Phil said, pointing a warning finger at him. “Shut.”

“But…”

“Shut.”

Will rolled his eyes and finally, blessedly began to butter his pancakes in preparation for eating them.

“We should just lock him in his room for the first hour he’s awake,” Techno said. “Morning Wilbur is annoying.”

“I can give you back that headache, Techno.” Wilbur said, as he drenched his pancakes in syrup. There was no tune of a threat to his words though.

“I can give you a sword through your…”

“Boys,” Phil warned and even though they were rightfully far too old to have to listen to him, they both simmered down.

Phil was finally able to eat his breakfast in relative peace after that, though Will did absentmindedly hum as he ate. It was a light, calming sound though, so Phil didn’t mind.

“I want some tea,” Techno said as he picked up his and Phil’s plate. Will was still finishing off his bacon, using it to scoop up the last remains of his syrup puddle. “Anyone want tea?”

“With honey?” Will said, puppy dog eyes fully engaged.

Technoblade rolled his eyes and didn’t answer which Phil and Wilbur took to be a yes. “Phil?”

“Yeah, thanks Tech.”

Techno nodded and stole Wilbur’s plate out from under him. “I wasn’t done with that,” Will said with a frown.

“I’m not watching you lick syrup off your plate like a dog again.”

Wilbur huffed but didn’t argue any further.

“How was your night, Will?” Phil asked.

Wilbur turned to him, straightening a bit at the clear indication that they were switching over from breakfast time (where shop talk was disallowed) to business time. He shrugged in response to Phil’s question. “Was alright,” he answered. “Talked to Schlatt. Did some recon. Watched Techie sleep for a bit.”

“Yeah, would you quit that?” Technoblade said from over by the sink. “It’s creepy. Your eyes glow in the dark.”

“You snore,” Wiblur informed him cheerfully. “The Chicken was out and about at about 1am which is weird. Pretty sure he’s a second shift hero.”

Phil’s interest was immediately piqued at the mention of the superhero. The Red Glider (though Phil did think calling him ‘The Chicken’ was rather hilarious) was quickly moving from nuisance to legitimate opponent in Phil’s mind despite the fact that his power was a discount version of Phil’s own. He’d managed to get in their way constantly the past few months and somehow none of them had managed to land a hit on him. Just yesterday he’d managed to prevent them from stealing a rare suppression orb and then fucked off down a trash shoot of all things when Phil had thought he’d had him cornered. “Find out anything interesting?” he asked Will.

Wilbur closed his eyes in thought. “No,” he said after a moment. “I, uh,” a blush creeped up his neck. “Got distracted I think.”

“That’s alright, Will,” Phil said.

“No, it’s not,” Wilbur grumbled. “It would be a great way to get intel on the horrible little monster if he’d work with me. God, I so badly want to wring that little hero’s neck like the chicken he is.”

“He’s not that bad,” Techno said, setting down three mugs of tea.

“Your standards are low,” Wilbur replied. “He’s an annoying bastard, and he will die by my hand. Did you see what he did to my nose?!” He pointed at said nose and the blooming bruise there.

“To be fair, he was just doing his job,” Phil pointed out. Without even saying anything, he reached out to Techno who turned obediently to give access to his hair. He’d already brushed it out before breakfast and offered Phil one of the hairbands on his wrist.

“Would you have kicked my nose in during your hero days?” Wilbur questioned.

“Assuming you weren’t my kid?” Phil asked, making sure he’d gathered up all the loose pink strands of hair before starting to braid. “I would have beaten your ass Will.”

Wilbur pouted at him, though it clearly was mostly for show and Phil laughed.

“He did beat my ass,” Techno contributed. “He was fucking terrifying.” There was a softness to it like it was a good memory, but part of Phil still recoiled at the reminder of those times and he decided to change the subject.

“Speaking of the Red Glider,” he said. “We don’t have many more chances at a suppression orb. We need to come up with a plan to get around the hero agency if we’re actually going to get into the Netherrealm. The next easiest one to get that I know of is in The Vault. We’ll need fire resistance potions, though since it’s in the center of a pool of lava.”

“Any way this plan can avoid running into Mr. Cluck?” Wilbur asked.

“That’s a pretty good idea, actually,” Phil said. “You mentioned it was weird for him to be out at 1am. Do you know when he usually gets off?”

Wilbur contemplated the question, staring into his tea. “‘Bout 10,” he said after a moment.

Phil hummed. “He probably works, what? Noon to 10 then? If we strike in the mornings, we might avoid him. Maybe we’ll have better luck. We can go try to steal some fire res from the Blaze Lab today.” He finished off the braid and secured it before pulling away.

“If we can get Wilbur out of the bathroom before noon,” Techno said.

“Hey!”

“If we can make Wilbur get out of the bathroom before noon,” Phil agreed with a chuckle.

Author Note: Don't worry! I promise someone will be in pain the next chapter. :)

[chewaai]

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- Don't feel ashamed to miss out. There are many people who say they don't suffer from psychosis/paranoia, but wtnv was too much for them as well

- The fun part of wtnv is the profound expressions sprinkled in, which I'm adding under the readmore

Also thank y'all, it makes me happy to see people care for each others well-being

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Don't worry, you do not have to read all of them :)

This is, still, from a source of existential confusion/wonder. If you discover that's not for you while reading through, please go back. Move onto the next tumblr post. You're okay, it's okay, take care of you <3

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Are we living a life that is safe from harm? Of course not. We never are. But that’s not the right question. The question is are we living a life that is worth the harm?

The past is gone, and cannot harm you anymore. And while the future is fast coming for you, it always flinches first and settles in as the gentle present

The desert seems vast, even endless. And yet scientists tell us that somewhere, even now, there is snow

there’s no sense in going through life presuming awful things about people you do not know

You are beautiful when you do beautiful things

We will never be the same again. But here's a little secret for you: no one is ever the same thing again after anything. You are never the same twice, and much of your unhappiness comes from trying to pretend that you are. Accept that you are different each day, and do so joyfully, recognizing it for the gift it is. Work within the desires and goals of the person you are currently, until you aren't that person anymore, and everything changes once again

No pet is perfect. It becomes perfect when you learn to accept it for what it is

Sometimes you go through things that seem huge at the time, like a mysterious glowing cloud [...]. While they’re happening, they feel like the only thing that matters and you can hardly imagine that there’s a world out there that might have anything else going on. And then the glow cloud moves on. And you move on. And the event is behind you. And you may find, as time passes, that you remember it less and less

The present tense of regret is indecision

Be proud of your place in the Cosmos. It is small and yet it is

Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you

Perfection is not real. Perfection is not human. Carlos is not perfect- no, even better- he is imperfect. Everything about him, and us, and all of this is imperfect. And those imperfections in our reality are the seams and cracks into which our outsized love can seep and pool. And sometimes we are annoyed, and disappointed, and that too is part of how love works

We are not history yet. We are happening now. How miraculous is that?

remind yourself: Don’t worry. Don’t worry. All is as it was meant to be. It was meant to be lonely and terrifying and unfair and fleeting. Don’t worry

Ignorance might not actually be bliss, but it is certainly less work

When confronted with someone whose “normal” is not our “normal,” we are forced to confront the most frightening prospect of all: that there is no such thing as “normal.” Just the accidental cultural moment we happened to be born into, a cultural happenstance that never existed before, and will never exist again

Almost always we are all experiencing the same problems as everyone else, and pretending we don’t so that every one of us thinks we are alone

If we cannot be judged on our actions, then we cannot be judged

Time is like wax, dripping from a candle flame. In the moment, it is molten and falling, with the capability to transform into any shape. Then the moment passes, and the wax hits the table top and solidifies into the shape it will always be. It becomes the past, a solid single record of what happened, still holding in its wild curves and contours the potential of every shape it could have held

we are even now in another bit of molten wax. We are in a moment that is still falling, still volatile, and we will never be anywhere else. We will always be in that most dangerous, most exciting, most possible time of all: the Now. Where we never can know what shape the next moment will take

Whisper a dangerous secret to someone you care about. Now they have the power to destroy you, but they won’t. That’s what love is

When we talk about teenagers, we adults often talk with an air of scorn, of expectation for disappointment. And this can make people who are presently teenagers feel very defensive. But what everyone should understand is that none of us are talking to the teenagers that exist now, but talking back to the teenager we ourselves once were [...]. Any teenager who exists now is incidental to the potent mix of nostalgia and shame with which we speak to our younger selves

I am sometimes more doubt than man

"I was thinking about the series of ongoing actions that we perceive as the present, and the amassing of memories that we treat as the living record of the past and the hopes and dreams and assumptions that we project as the future. I was thinking about time. And about how it means something to so many people, and about how it’s so finite, and also so infinite.

I was also thinking about space. About how it is nothing, and then, a point which is just a single spot within the nothing, and a line which separates the nothing into two nothings, and how a plane is a patch of nothing and an angle just where two nothings meet, but all those things combined, with an object of points, lines, planes, and angles, an object with length and width and depth that can take up actual space. Until that object becomes something made of nothing – within nothing.

An object can be a wall, a floor, a roof, a bed, a table, a dog, a door, a rug, a…a home.

And then, I thought about how a home is just a group of objects connected by a shared personal experience of time – our past, our present, our assumed future. A home is…I mean, uh, scientifically speaking, speaking form the point of view of mere facts and logic, and um…hmm. You know, what with science, and all…uhhh, I– I– I just thought it was…time for us to…make a home together"

Each day the sun rises and sets. The moon pulls the tides. Our hearts beat. Our loved ones love us back. And we share our inhales and exhales with the great organism that is our tiny planet

Confused? At a loss for what to do? Wow, sounds like you're human. Good luck

May we all be human – beautiful, stupid, temporal, endless

within our limitations, there is no limit to how beautiful we can become. How much of our ideal self we can create. All the beauty in the world was made within the oppressive limitations

you are trapped in mistaken impressions of how your life should supposedly be. [...] That’s something only you can fix, through reflection, and laughter, and acceptance

How lonely that would be! A couple who has made themselves one so completely, that they are once again alone. We are two people, separate. Unique. And joined only where we choose to join

You figure it out. You learn from it. You take action. You create the meaning

We must be willing to face great challenges in order to achieve great things

Death is slotted for us all, and maybe it is years from now – in a soft bed, surrounded by the soft eyes of the people that we love – or, maybe, it is not so many years from now at all. And we have every reason to be afraid. But we also need to learn to put that fear aside, like a library book. Sometimes we need to check out our fear, and– and– and read it, and– and study it and peruse it closely, but at a certain point return it to its proper shelf and experience something else: Contentment. Worry. Calm. Hunger. And a great deal of love, of every kind.

So put that fear in a place where you can find it when you need it, but don’t carry it with you! Don’t carry it with you

Science was meant to be hard. After all, what was science but a bunch of bored human beings trying to challenge themselves when faith became too easy?

And if you’re ever feeling lonely just look at the moon. someone, somewhere, is looking right at it too

Nothing can be fully understood to be 'real.' Any description of the world we give is simply the world we experience

We all don't get happy lives. Maybe a happy life doesn't exist, at least not as some complete, discrete entity. We get what we get and we sort through how we feel about it moment by moment

We all chose to stand down and hope change would be won for us, and not by us. By someone else, we believed. A hero, we believed. But belief is only step one. Action is step two. Fighting for what you believe is step two. Solidarity is step two. Unity is step two

Sometimes where you live is just a place, no matter how long you live there

Feel free to share the ones I've missed

Worry less about the person you once were. Or the person you dream you someday will be. Worry about the person you are now. Or don’t even worry! Just be that person

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As Welcome to Night Vale is gaining another burst of popularity, I do wish to send out a warning to people who are very sensitive to psychotic episodes: be careful if you want to listen to it

If you're the type of person who has #unreality blacklisted, don't listen to too many episodes in a row/maybe avoid it all together?

Stay safe <3

[nostalgiaispeace]

2379.

Have you stayed up past 3 in the morning this week? oh fuck no

What was on the last sandwich you had? a veggie one from mccalister

What does the soap you use smell like? it doesn't really have a smell honestly.

Do you prefer to wrap gifts or use gift bags? bags.

The last person you spoke to, do you know their eye color? yes.

Does anyone you know have their hair bleached? yes

When you’re on the phone, do you doodle? no

Is there anyone you know by the name of Frank? yes

Do you own a trenchcoat? no

Name the hardiest piece of technology you own? none?

Have you ever written with a pen that had pink ink? yeah

Do you remember the last thing you took a picture of? my daughter

From where you’re sitting, can you turn the lights off? no

When was the last time you accidentally slept in? oh idk

The last argument you had, who started it? my husband i'm sure

Do you wear a ring on your left hand middle finger? sometimes

Can you remember the title of the song you last sang aloud? it was the beauty and the beast song

If a stranger smiles at you, do you smile back? Yeah

Tell me the current time? 11;33pm

Are you currently listening to music through earphones? No

What color shirt are you wearing? Is it your favorite color? yellow, no

Do you own a pair of rubber boots? No.

Have you ever owned a tire swing? Nope.

Does anyone you know own a bird that can talk? No

What make-up are you wearing currently, if any? none

Name one thing you are glad you accomplished today? nothing really lol

Name one thing you wished you accomplished today but didn’t? nothing lol

Have you ever been afraid to call someone, even if you knew them well? yes

Do you ever not speak to someone because you’re afraid you’ll annoy them? yes

Is there any drama going on in your circle of friends? no

Have you ever known a guy who caused a lot of drama? not that i can think of

Is there anyone you know who wears their hair in pigtails regularly? no

Personally, do you think you have a nice smile? No

Do you have a nervous twitch? no

Does the idea of snowpeaked mountains and a large lake sound appealing? yes

Pick any number that has personal significance to you? 3

Have you ever lost your luggage at an airport? no

Have you ever been on a rollercoaster that actually scared you? Yeah. they all do

Do you know anyone who can fluently speak more than two languages? no

How many windows are open on your computer right now? a lot lol

Do you have a fairly fast or slow internet connection? fast

Have you ever gone in a sauna? no

Out of these colors, which appeals most to you: orange, blue, or green? orange

Have you celebrated your birthday yet this year? no

Is there anything you’re saving up for? yes

Are you taller than most of your friends? i don't think so?

Know anyone with a really annoying laugh? yes

Have you ever punched someone and broke their nose? no

What is the longest time you have gone without sleep? 3 days

Have you ever been someplace tropical? No

If given the opportunity, would you act in a commercial? sure

You see an ant on the ground, do you squish it? no

Have you ever baked a pie? yes

What is your favorite social networking site? Tumblr

Who was the last person to call you? my mom

Does anyone in your family tell funny stories? Yeah

Do you believe in finders keepers in most situations? no

Is there a war memorial where you live? i'm sure there is

Has anyone in your family fought in any of the wars? yes. my grandpa was in WW2

Would you make any changes to your current bedroom? yes

Has a stray dog ever tried to bite you? No.

When riding a bus, do you prefer to sit up front, down back or the middle? -

Have you ever been on a cross-country train ride? No

Are you normally a person to tell people off? depends

Name an object that most would consider odd that’s special to you? i can't think of anything?

What animal have you always wanted as a pet but couldn’t have? corgi

Do you currently have any bugbites? no

Is where you live on a boulevard, road, street, or avenue? no

Is there currently any caffeine in your system? no

Look around, are things organized? yes

Know what you’re planning to do after this? keep scrolling lol

[anangelforsure]

Good Omens 2 thoughts (long, spoilers)

First of all just generic thoughts (so tumblr hopefully doesn’t put any blatant spoilers on display.)

Oh my god. Incredible. It’s amazing just to see Crowley and aziraphale again. Their dynamic is wonderful, as an ace person they really resonate with me in the way they express affection. Gabriel without his memory is so cute it’s wild to compare that to his awfulness in season one. The three major new characters are delightful, Muriel is so sweet, Maggie and nina obviously mirror a and c which makes for some amusing moments. The mystery is intriguing, the flashbacks add a lot of depth to everything, i feel like we get to know aziraphale a lot better in this season. Obviously they more or less go together, as always, but my first impression is that I learned a lot about him.

*spoilers start here*

More specifically, we get a lot of insight into the way heaven keeps their grip on our angel. We see Crowley deciding to ‘ask some questions’ before he falls, and aziraphale clearly already knows it’s trouble. Through the flashbacks to the time of Job, we see how brutal heaven is, playing with human lives for a bet. Az hates it but is too afraid to say anything out of line. To be totally honest he struck me as kind of annoying my first time seeing season one due to his undying loyalty to heaven, but over time rewatching that and seeing season two I realize that it’s not entirely his fault, he’s indoctrinated, heaven is like a cult, threatening terrible punishment for those who dare question authority. It’s awfully awkward since he’s paired with Crowley who has been through it with both heaven and hell and rejected taking either side because he knows how they are. The continuing theme through the flashbacks of az insisting that heaven is “the good guys” despite seeing the complexity of human morality many times makes the ending all the more painful. As soon as the metatron appears and the music changes in episode six, im filled with a sense of dread. Aziraphale never fully acknowledged that heaven is wrong with their actions or stated that he isn’t on their side. Crowley has been on his own side (“our side”) for a very long time, but he ‘goes too fast’ for aziraphale. I’ve seen a lot of people shitting on az for this, but come on we’ve spent two whole seasons watching him wrestle with inner conflict as he knows heaven isn’t what they claim to be, but he truly believes things can get better because he is purely good in a tragically naive way. Good people do bad things and hurt people they love sometimes, and both of them are horrible at communicating. Az is afraid to commit to something new, falling back into familiar ways when posed with a decision, Crowley rarely shares how he feels instead opting to be mean and make jokes (up until the end of course) anyways. You know it’s going nowhere good when there’s only ten minutes left and the music isn’t happy… I was absolutely shocked at the way it went down though. I feel sick to my stomach with the music and aziraphales interrupting Crowley trying to confess.. every word from az’s mouth makes it worse as we know there’s no hope for him to see sense at this point. My heart STOPS and I can barely register what’s happening at the moment of crowley’s “we could’ve been US” I almost question if I’m dreaming, if this is somehow a joke or fanfiction. I’m simultaneously elated and horrified at what I’m watching it’s beautiful. The entire credits rolling as a and c silently hold back tears on either side of my screen.. delightful,,heartbreaking,, unexpected. Such a bold move, A terrible terrible way to end a season but also the best thing I’ve ever seen. 10/10

[noodle-fc]

I have been misled

Chrome adblocking stopped working, as Tumblr warned me would happen. I am switching back to Firefox. I like the privacy-focused ethos. uBlock Origin has blocked ads flawlessly. Page rendering is noticeably faster.

Just about everything else has been horrible. If you are considering the switch, do not expect a smooth transition. I am constantly irritated and sometimes downright angry at the hoops I have to jump through to achieve basic functionality. I've been working for hours to get back what I had with Chrome, and I have only scratched the surface. I have had tension headaches. Seemingly at every turn, it doesn't do what I expect, and every time I know there will be another headache.

To give you just one example: I opened a YouTube video full-screen on my second display and Firefox broke my operating system. I could not browse or navigate tabs in the Firefox window on my main display. I could not switch to other applications with the mouse. The menu bar and the dock disappeared. Yes, that's right, Firefox broke the two primary user interface elements of MacOS because I made a YouTube video bigger.

To fix this, I had to a) identify for myself why this happened (Firefox doesn't use native full-screen function—WHY?); b) search the web for a solution; c) change under-the-hood, arcane settings despite an explicit warning from Firefox that doing so could be dangerous. And that was a quick and easy fix by comparison to the dozen other issues I have—largely because the solution was to undo a Firefox fuckup.

You guys, this process is so bad. It's not sub-optimal, it's not kinda annoying. It's bad. I'm a spoonie, and I need my energy for other things. Even after already sinking many spoons into Firefox, I have so little hope that I'll end up entirely satisfied that I am looking for other options. I thought Opera might be better, but it uses Chromium rendering and is owned by some possibly-shady Chinese investor group. I really do not want to be walled into Apple's garden, but if it lets me get on with my life, Safari might be worth it.

If someone fixed ad-blocking on Chrome I would switch back in a heartbeat, despite Google's anti-competitive and user-hostile behavior, despite the privacy invasion, despite their attack on open Web standards. I care about all of those things, but not to the point of causing myself literal physical pain. I'm probably going to continue primarily using Chrome—and be exposed to the Hell of an un-adblocked Web—until I can (hopefully!) make Firefox (mostly) usable a little bit at a time. I have an alternate Chrome profile I don't use as frequently and I expect I will continue to use that—with attendant Hell-Web exposure—forever. I can't begin to imagine I'd want to go through another migration.

When Chrome came out, it did exactly what it promised: fast browsing and cool features with no bloat right out of the box. And switching was painlessly easy. Even with the ads and the privacy issues, I would recommend to casual Web users that they use Chrome. Not in a thousand years would I suggest that my elderly mother try Firefox, and that's really frustrating, especially when you consider that Mozilla has had more than a decade to make Firefox as attractive an alternative as Chrome was all those years ago.

[justjohn4now]

I deleted my old Tumblr because it was made when I was at probably the lowest point in my life. I was in a relationship with someone that I gave my absolute everything to. I did everything for her and her kids. I always stayed broke just so they could have what they wanted. All they did was take. And it changed me. I loved her more than anyone. I wrote soooo much and it still stings. My heart was ripped out, mangled, and shoved back into my chest. I've never hurt that bad. I thought the problem really was me. Everything was my fault. It got so bad that I actually started to see a therapist. Tim... Super nice guy. I learned a lot. Was getting my shit together... Starting to get back on track. We tried to make it work again. Same result. Each time was worse. I kept trying to make it work. I kept giving my all. It broke me. I wanted to give up. Even now as I write this... The tears are coming. There are sooo many more details and things that happened. But we are going to skip ahead...I was able to save what little of my heart was left. Things were looking up. Back to getting money, having fun, new job, cars, get myself back. The awesome guy that everybody loves. And I made it. So I started getting back into the dating scene...which is not fun these days. One day I clicked like on someone...on her profile it said to add her on snap...I did. She ended up adding me back and I felt like a creep kinda. Liking her things and we haven't really talked. Thinking... How many other thirsty ass dudes are doing the same. I have no chance. I commented on something one day and she actually wrote back asking who I was. I remember thinking that she's probably going to be annoyed because I'm creeping all her shit. But she was sooo cute. Thick... Super cute... Short... I was partially hooked. I needed to know her. Talking was hit or miss for a while. She had some car issues. I offered to help... Finally talked her into bringing her car to me. That was our first time meeting. We had been talking for a lil while. But I was in. She just needs to meet me. I got this. She gets here and has her daughters with her. They hang out in my garage while I check it out. Her kids were soooo cute. And both totally different. But her... 😍😍 She was shy, super cute, actually looked like most of her pics, and she was funny. Her smile is my absolute favorite. Her teeth arent perfect... Her lips look sooooooo soft🫦.(I found out later that they are.😏) Got the car figured out and talked a little bit. I kinda played with the kids a lil. Then they left. I have to know this girl. I am hooked at this point. But I tell myself to slow down. My last relationship still pops into my head sometimes. But I told myself that my next relationship will be my last. She actually messaged me first after they left. We talked. Her kids liked me and turns out... She does too.😁 It was all downhill from there... Fast. Everything was awesome. I loved this girl. We were sooo happy, sex was absolutely rediculous, we liked food, music, a lot of the same things but she was different also. I met her family, she met mine. My mom loved her and that's huge!

Then one day I'm at her house things are awesome as always and then she picks up my phone and starts to go through it.... Nooooo not this again! Why! Immediately I am sooo upset. Things were never the same. That hurt. My heart was soooo close to being back to normal then this. Fuck. It hurt and I did not know how to react. I did not expect it at all. Immediately the walls around my heart started to go back up. It happened 3 times total. Now I'm scared, hurt, worried. I can't let it happen to me again. I did nothing to provoke this. I was all in and it's happening again. Tried to save it but I locked up. Couldn't let my real feelings out... Couldn't talk anymore. I felt betrayed. I still stuck around.... I wanted this to work and I know she has had bad relationships in the past. Then I had issues with my daughter and her mom. Starting this whole custody battle. It was hard... Soo much happening. I couldn't talk to her because what if my thoughts and feelings weren't safe with her. She doesn't trust me. To her I am just a liar. It was sooo hard. We drifted apart... She tried for a while and I stayed back. I have to protect my heart. But I fucking love this girl. 💔💔 I told her I can't do it. But I couldn't tell her everything. I'm expecting her to just leave. She can't possibly really care. I kept pushing her away...not making her a priority. Biggest mistake ever. I fucked up....

We are no longer together...I found out she was talking to someone from an acquaintance of mine that just happens to be friends with this new guy... Small world. She never said a word about it and here I was still being loyal and faithful to this girl that I still loved but couldn't let back in while she was talking to other guys already and I found out that it became official late Nov. Early Dec. She never fucking told me... My heart is now falling apart. I try talking to her telling her I'm sorry and how much I love her. She is supposed to be the one. She is already moved on... That shit hurts sooo bad. How could she be over me after all she has said about me? I love her and wish her the absolute best. I wish I could go back and change some things. All my feelings are still there. Nothing is changed except this huge ache in my chest.

💔���️where ever you are, what ever you are doing...I wish you the best. You will forever be in my heart. Keep your pretty lil head up. Keep moving forward. Never let anyone tell you you can't do something. You got this. I love you and miss you more than you will ever know. If you ever miss me just remember....I'm only one call or text away. Always.❤️💔