#Buddy Leach

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another Will At The Grill pic from ensemble member kaylee olson

An incredible and invaluable experience was had at @goodspeedmusicals this summer! Joy and laughs and many a grill out, I am grateful for every moment and every person I connected with there. Thank you @donnafeore and @cheristeinkellner and @dougbesterman and all those responsible for giving us such an amazing show to perform! It was an honor to perform in #summerstockmusical and flip and high kick (sometimes at the same time🤣) my way through the summer. Thanks to everyone who held me up, figuratively and literally. I loved "summer camp" with you all!! Till we meet again my loves! 😘 Unless you're in NYC, then we better be meeting up regularly 😉😉 Thank you Goodspeed, thank you Summer Stock!💛

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Hey there. A little bit about me? I'm a tall, mostly attractive actor from Iowa now living in New York. My chest hair won't stop growing, and I'm always cast as the awkward, gay comic relief in shows. I guess that's why I'm here. It's silly but I've always had a crush on The Situation and most of the cast of the Jersey Shore. I was hoping to rent one of seasons before I have an audition for a more manly part I'm going in for.

[Thank you so much to everybody who submitted requests! I have nothing close to the bandwidth to get to all of them, so this is going to be my final Be Kind Rewind post for the time being. I’ve got so many other types of stories I’m excited to work on as soon as I’m able, but I do apologize if your request wasn’t selected! Here’s a bit of a long one though, as a finale.

This is a gay-to-straight story. If you’re not into that, feel free to keep scrolling, but I bet you'll like it anyway. Read my G2S ethos here.]

You eagerly rip open your Be Kind Rewind delivery and a die falls into your hand. Oh yeah, their weird promotion thing. You toss it on the coffee table, not noticing that it lands on 5. You’re too busy pulling out the Jersey Shore tape you ordered, excited to have access to one of your favorite guilty pleasures and use it as research for a particularly manly role you’re hoping to score, which could finally break you out of being typecast as awkward and effeminate.

As you push the tape into your TV’s built-in VCR (that you could have sworn wasn’t there when you bought it), you realize it’s already at the end credits, so you hit rewind. While you wait for the tape to be ready, you decide to run your lines some more.

“Hey baby, why don’t you bring that fine ass over here?” you say, cringing at how utterly wrong those words sound coming out of your mouth. You sound like a nervous pre-teen at a school dance, not the overconfident douchebag that the part requires.

You clear your throat and repeat the line, trying to artificially deepen your voice when you say it.

“Hey baby, why don’t you bring that fine ass over here?” you say, your throat tingling as it delivers the words in a perfectly sultry, slurred bass, with a hint of a New Jersey accent. Holy shit! You nailed it!

“Hell yeah, bro!” you shout, pumping your fist, too excited to notice the uncharacteristic slang you unconsciously used. You decide to see if you can replicate the voice for the other lines on your sides, and each word comes out perfectly.

“You’re looking fly, my man,” you say, dapping up an invisible buddy. Fuck yeah, that line sounded even more perfect than the last one! The deep tones of your voice echo through the empty room. You don’t even notice as the color leaches from your pants and they grow baggy and thin. However, you can’t help but be aware of the cold sensation slithering across the back of your neck, wrapping around the front to form a tight circle that feels like a necklace chain. A golden metal knot at the end of the loop seems to be stretching the circle with its weight, pulling it down toward your shirt collar.

It never makes it to your collar. The neckline of your shirt begins to scoop lower and lower as the knot progresses downward, the crew neck becoming a V, expanding into a deep V, and eventually stretching into a drooping U that leaves your shirt loose and baggy, practically exposing your nipples. The necklace and the shirt seem to be racing toward your navel, and the shirt wins. The necklace gives up somewhere around your chest, the knot unfurling into a golden cross that rests between your slightly toned pecs. Conversely, your shirt collar goes all the way down to the bottom, splitting the fabric in two as the color fades to black and the edges sprout rows of metallic teeth, becoming a zipper.

Now, you consider yourself plenty attractive, but you still feel self conscious and exposed with your entire torso hanging out, even if you’re completely at a loss to understand how this is even happening. You link the zipper together and pull on the tab, trying to cover yourself with the strange new garment that has appeared on your body. But something stops you from zipping up too far past your belly button. You suppose you’re subconsciously afraid of getting your hand anywhere near the magical necklace that suddenly appeared on you. Sure, that must be it.

However, thinking of the necklace makes you freak out a bit, so you decide to try and take it off. When you reach up to unclasp it, your fingers thrum with energy and you feel a sudden urge to keep rehearsing your lines. Yeah… Maybe the getup will help you embrace the character.

“When you look like I do, bro, you don’t gotta fuck with dating apps,” you say. Although you were still perturbed, this line also came out perfectly. You decide to lean into whatever strange thing is happening because, even if it’s fucked up, you’re definitely getting this part. In fact, you’re even starting to move like your character. You just scratched your chest by reaching under the hem of your hoodie and exposing a strip of your abdomen in the process.

You repeat the line, hooking your thumbs under the open part of your zipper, flaunting your chest. As the last word rings out in a perfect, reverberating tone, your chest swells with pride. No, wait, it’s just plain swelling. Your toned chest becomes downright swole, like someone has taken a bicycle pump to your pecs. Six bulging abs surface from your stomach beneath them, forming neat rows while your biceps and quads inflate to twice their previous size.

Although the hoodie now clings more tightly to your expanding mass, you can still see your belly button if you look down. That’s how you notice the tribal tattoo inking its way in a curlicue pattern around your navel, licks of inking flame forming the shape of the Sun. You chuckle deeply. Thinking about the solar system, you laugh at the fact that this tattoo makes it seem like the world revolves around your abs. Hell, you think, if you had abs like that, you’d probably agree. Wait a minute… For whatever reason, you DO have abs like that. Fuck…

You walk over to the mirror, admiring your new physique. You flex, enjoying how your muscles bulge, even through your clothes. You’re flooded with a surge of confidence and you rub your crotch, thinking about how hot you look.

A deep tan color emanates from the tattoo around your belly button, engulfing your old skin tone in an orangey brown, spreading over your legs, chest, back, and even face. You give a little smirk, embracing the newfound changes. You notice that the expression is one your face has never made before. It’s contemptuous, commanding.

You’re an actor. You need to hone your craft. You try out a few more expressions that you’ve seen on sleazy guys at bars. Condescending. Seductive. Proud. Angry. Each one looks completely new on your face, yet perfect, probably because your bone structure has been quietly shifting to give you high cheekbones and a sharp jaw.

You rub your bulging muscles one more time, annoyed by how much hair covers them. You’d have to wax at least once a week if you wanted to show off this definition properly. However, as you rub, there is less and less hair rustling between your fingers. You lift up your hands to see baby-smooth patches of skin beneath where they rested. Enthused, you scrub your hands up and down your body, the hair vanishing like marker from a dry-erase board. Once, you’re done, you admire your perfectly smooth and shiny figure.

However, that hair as has to go SOMEwhere, as it turns out. Your armpits, which were feeling more and more resistance as you moved your hands, are now bristling with jet black hair. You lift up one arm and give a tentative sniff, your nose flooding with a ripe musk. You try to swipe the hair away with your hand, but it won’t budge. You shrug. Nothing a little Axe body spray won’t fix.

That thought surprises you, because you’re pretty sure you use a different type of deodorant. However, you suddenly can’t remember the brand. And the mist of Axe floating around the room certainly suggests you use it all the time. Oh well. Chalk it up as one more weird thing about this afternoon.

The hair growth as clearly also affected the top of your head. Your hair is growing out into haphazard spikes that jut from the top of your head, forming tapered cones that begin to shine as if they’ve been coated in a year’s worth of gel.

You look… ridiculous? No. Douchey? No. Fucking hot? Hell yeah, bro.

You return to your script, fiddling with your hair to give it the perfect spiky muss at the back.

“Bros before hoes, dude! You know that!” It sounds like your character really believes that line as it comes out of your mouth. And why wouldn’t he? Hoes might be a good distraction for a night of fun, but bros are for life. Your memories of dancing the night away at gay clubs begin to morph. You’re still dancing with a group of men, but now they’re all spray-tanned, juiced-up Jersey Shore rejects rather than fashionable young gays. And you’re still rocking a half-chub in your memory, but it’s from watching a female go-go dancer shaking her moneymaker on a platform, rather than you grinding up against some cute twink or other.

You groan deeply as the memory tugs against the core of your identity. You look hot now, and you’re gonna get the role, but you don’t want to lose EVERYTHING. But it’s too late. It feels like your mind is expanding, but not in a Limitless kind of way. Instead, each individual thought you have becomes much, much bigger, taking up more brain space than it used to. Your memories of ex-boyfriends, Pride parades, and anything even remotely gay begin to circle the drain of your cerebellum, washed away by just a few base urges. Partying. Playing beach volleyball. Hitting on chicks.

You grab your script again to recite a few more lines, but the words start swimming in front of your face. It’s not that you can’t read. It’s just that, suddenly, reading is the last thing in the world you want to be doing. A sudden craving for beer pops into your head. It's the biggest thought yet. It shoves almost everything else out, and you drop the paper on the ground, where it vanishes into thin air while the room around you transforms into a beachside cabana.

You emerge into the dusty sunset of the Jersey Shore, admiring a few hot babes in bikinis who wander by while you make your way to the store. You lift up your shirt to show off your abs to a few of the hottest ones.

You pick up two six-packs of beer at the store and, why the fuck not, a pack of condoms, along with some other snacks and supplies. You decide to hit up the clothing store on the way back for some new threads, because your impulses are ruling you like never before. As you head to the checkout, you spot the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen. You almost drop your beer, she’s so hot. Your dick is already stiffening as you say, “Hey baby, why don’t you bring that fine ass over here?”

[a-twistedheartslonging]

Okay so I'm using this text to speech thing but anyway. so Jade Leach he's living his fan fic life. Like that's just how he lives. he just lives fanfiction. But that's the thing. some of the stuff he talks about in the recent update is genuinely stuff he wants to do. So whenever he was in that event and he's like "oh yeah I have a plan" and he starts listing off all the activities and scenarios that would make him stop everything he's doing and go hang out. But that's the thing. All that stuff that he wants to do is straight up activities he genuinely wants. He wants to hang out, he wants to go hiking, he wants to go discover new things and plants and mushrooms, to go out and do that with you. I just know he is SEETHING about that during the whole scene and especially when he's hiding and watching but can't come out yet. He's so mad which is probably also why he's so brutal about it and happy when he can take out his frustration. But all I can think is that if before all that book 7 stuff - because let's be real there was like a lot of time to hang out and do whatsoever before the whole book 7- but anyways let's say a reader or yuu that likes hiking anyway -cuz let's be real that place is huge, that campus is huge, the ramshackle is right there in the middle of everything plus there's a forest like right next to it- so if you were to just like walking or hiking and you had been hiking that whole time to decompress and explore (though maybe not necessarily with jade and more like as a hobby since NRC life is chaotic so maybe you didn't sign up for stuff etc). It's so over though if you end up making hiking buddies and he finds out. Especially if you two were hanging out anyways before he found out. Jade finds out that you were hiking without him and not only that, you were hiking with somebody else (considering the state of his mountain lovers club). I just feel he's pissed, very jealous though i feel like he both wishes you said something and also that he asked earlier (i can only imagine it's a scenario where you simply never know all of someone's hobbies just cause you hadn't thought to bring it up). Anyways i feel like he'd be so mad, just so mad about all of that. He'd be so mad cuz like "what do you mean that you were hiking without him? what do you mean you had a hiking buddy? you just HAD OTHER HIKERS with you?? how dare you 😡😢??" Especially since Jade has been there for a year and you know he's just so mad, he's so pissed, and he's so jealous and he wants to hang out because i know that Yuu even in canon hangs out with him a little bit but that's the point! He's sitting there and he's like "you're out there living my life, living my dream ,and you didn't even invite me???" he's so mad he's just so jealous of this whole situation

Pardon ramble, i was also using text to speech which was good because i found it easier than trying to type it up but i had to edit it and also pardon if it's tough to read since it's basically my excited speech patterns which can get rambly lol.

i think that'd be a funny fic idea.

You know, it didn't really hit me at first why he seemed to be sadistic with the fake him, but it does make sense that he would be jealous. Even intimidating guys get lonely, and he's made a few different comments before about wanting others to join and how Azul and Floyd aren't fond of his rambles or mushrooms.

I think it would be kind of funny for Yuu, alone or with their hiking buddy, to randomly run into Jade during one of his treks into nature. Why didn't you tell him you liked hiking and nature? 😠 You could have joined his club a long while ago!

You both better join his club to make up for it, if he doesn't like the other guy, they might fall off something though. I guess it would just be the two of you bonding over nature together then...

Being in his club could be a sweet deal, it's a good way to get the guy to have a positive association with you, would probably be hard for others to do otherwise since he and his brother go after peeps they find interesting.

But with this, even if your not the most exciting person, you can gain some of his interest and he might even do certain things to make sure you'll stay in the club. Say something about considering quitting the club since these guys have been bullying you and you just want to head straight to your dorm after class? Welp, it seems they recently got stuck in a contract with Azul, no need for you to change your schedule now.

Ah, the food. You may possibly get slightly poisoned by things until he decides he likes you but the fact that you're willing to try his mushroom stuff gets you more brownie points with the guy. Plus, you get free food often. I hope your like me and love mushrooms.

I'm kind of imagining a situation where you get into his club before Azul tries taking Ramshackle and when it does happen Jade is pretty insistent on getting Azul to let you stay in their dorm and is kind of anxious about you hating him because of the situation and quitting his club.

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Creepypasta Masterlist Vol. 5

thats right! we are on volume 5 of the creepypasta masterlist! hard to believe i've written so many posts in just a year and a half of this blog being active! im sure you all know the drill, and for those who dont: you can find my request rules in my pinned, and request status in my bio! please only send requests through the inbox! you can find the other crp volumes in my masterpost, found in pinned! if youre unsure if i write for a certain creepypasta, you can always ask!

MULTI

singing songs w/ them in the car (lj, nina, jeff, toby)

playing games w/ toby, jeff, ej, and hoodie

slender, ej, and bloody painter x winslow leach!reader

reader doing the orange peel test on slender splendor lj and hoodie

jeff nina ticci toby x strong fem reader

nina hoodie masky toby walking the reader home after getting followed

slenderman lj bloody painter x winged reader

friendship bracelets w/ nina, jeff, laughing jack, and slenderman

making smores with the proxies

masky and hoodie x new proxy!reader

jeff, ej, slenderman, and bloody painter walking the reader home after getting followed

masky jeff and lj x reader who likes to prank them by jumping out of places

jeff ej lj x immortal reader who keeps coming back after theyre murdered by them

slender and splendor carrying the reader by the scruff

being married to bloody painter and hoodie (separate)

slenderman jeff toby x reader who calls them cute

ej, toby, jane, slenderman x overly confident reader who has no survival instinct

slapping slenderman and ljs asses before running away

lj toby and jeff x reader who sucks at baking

wearing their jackets 1/?

jeff masky splendor and bloody painter as roommates

Ej jeff nina bloody painter x pregnant reader with cravings

Slenderman toby ej x reader who is like shinichi from parasyte

Making flower crowns for various crps 1/?

ticci toby, laughing jack, and jeff x teen!bullied!reader (platonic)

Wearing their jackets 2/3

Wearing their jackets 3/3

hugging slenderman and the proxies out of no where

hugging splendor and trender when youre upset

Winter activities w/ hoodie and bloody painter

various x reader who forgets to drink water

slender splendor and jeff x poofed gem reader

SLENDERMAN

someone takes a picture of the two of you

x reader who is still scared of him

social mirroring and body language

aftercare

flufftober day 25 love letters

X fem reader who is determined to be kind

protecting the reader

SPLENDORMAN

f y m (fluff alphabet)

comforting the reader after a stressful day

x lost child reader (platonic)

MASKY

q o g (fluff alphabet)

HOODIE

being carried after an injury

TICCI TOBY

JEFF THE KILLER

flufftober day 28 pumpkin patch

Shut in, ice skating, and holidays (winter prompts)

boo, snacks, give out (fall prompts)

e f <3 (fluff alphabet)

flufftober day 8 (pet fic)

X proxy reader who is like him

BEN DROWNED (PLATONIC ONLY)

x protective older sibling!reader

flufftober day 24 game night

LAUGHING JACK

x reader who dresses up as a clown

B A I (fluff alphabet)

X chubby reader

EYELESS JACK

x reader who doesnt eat meat

rescue in the night (oc x canon raffle prize)

accidentally killing the reader

reader haunting him after he accidentally kills them

flufftober day 21 picnic

protective!ej x reader

feral eyeless jack x immortal reader

X AI reader

Winter activities

E h z (angst alphabet)

PUPPETEER

u o h (fluff alphabet)

BLOODY PAINTER

saving the reader from being attacked

posing nude for his art (sfw)

figure study (one shot)

X musician!reader

fireplace, new years, buddy or grinch (winter prompts)

g l <3 (fluff alphabet)

OTHER

masky and hoodie x reader (poly)

flufftober day 19 w/ nina, road trip

7MIH INTERACTIVE

The opener

An Empty Pill Bottle (Ending 1)

A Tab From an Energy Drink Can (Ending 2)

A miniature knife on a keychain (Ending 3)

A bandage scrap (Ending 4)

A miniature flashlight on a keychain (Ending 5)

A rock (Ending 6)

An eraser (Ending 7)

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Can I get a Jason Hayes imagine where the reader is short and chubby and doesn’t think she is good enough for him? If not, no worries 🙂

Navy Ball - J. Hayes (Bravo 1)

disclaimer: body imagine, not liking your body, etc.

summary: you don't feel pretty enough for jason, but he proves you otherwise.

"(Y/N) come out here we want to see."

I struggled my whole life with my height and weight and body image and today was no different even if I was the smallest I had ever been. I stared at myself in the mirror as I tried on probably the tenth dress today only to hate it as much as the others.

I sighed as I walked out of the dressing room to show Naima, Stella and Lisa yet another dress I hated on myself. At this rate there was no way I was getting a dress for the Navy ball by Friday.

"Oh my god, you're so pretty."

"That colours suits you so well."

"Jason won't be able to keep his eyes off you no matter which one you pick."

I nodded as I looked at myself in the full length mirror and swallowed the lump in my throat because all I saw was how wide it made my hips look and my stomach bulging out.

"I don't know guys, I think I'm gonna sleep on it."

The girls nodded.

"Don't wait too long the ball's only in a couple of days."

I nodded.

"Yeah I know I just don't want to buy soemthing I'm not hundred percent on you know?"

Naima nodded.

"Of course, but for the record you looked fabulous in all of them."

I nodded and headed back inside the dressing room and swallowed the lump in my throat. I handed the lady the dresses back and headed out with the girls. We stopped at the mall food court for lunch and I ordered myself a salad and pushed it around more than I actually ate it.

After spending the rest of the afternoon at the mall we all headed back home. I smiled as Cerberus greeted me excitedly as I unlocked the front door.

"You missed me didn't ya?"

The dog barked almost in agreement and I smiled as I took a hold of his leach and decided to go on a small walk around the block before I started dinner only for my phone to start ringing. I pulled it out of my purse and smiled as I saw Jason's name starring back at me.

"It's dad Cerby."

I slide the answer button and smiled as Jason's face popped up on the screen and Cerby jumped up un my lap as I sat down on the couch.

"I think Cerby misses you more than me."

Jason chuckled.

"I miss you both, but we're gonna be here for a few more days."

I nodded.

"Well I'm glad I didn't spend any money on a dress for the ball then."

Jason chuckled.

"You would of looked fantastic in whatever you picked."

I nodded.

"I've got to go, sorry for the short call."

I shook my head.

"Of course go save the world."

"I love you."

"Love you more. Be safe."

"I know buddy, I miss him too."

Jason nodded before he ended the call and I sighed as I looked down at Cerberrus who was now laying in my lap. I could always tell that he missed Jason when he was away.

A few days turned into two weeks and the Navy ball had come and gone and I was weirdly relieved that Jason wasn't home and I didn't have to go.

I unlocked the door to Jason and I's place and smiled as Cerby came running up to me.

"Hey Cerby."

I kicked off my heels from work and bent down to pet the dog and that's when I noticed he was wearing a bowtie.

"What the..."

I looked up and saw Jason standing in the bedroom wearing his dress blues and I smiled.

"You aren't supposed to be home for another six hours."

"Is that what I told you? Uh. Blame it on my memory issues."

I nodded.

"What's all this?"

"Since I missed the ball, I thought I'd bring the ball to you."

I shook my head as I pushed myself up as tears welled up in my eyes.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

I shook my head.

"I was relieved that you weren't home Jase and I didn't have to go to the ball."

Jason nodded. He knew I struggled with my body image and he knew that when it came to stuff like I always had a hard time picking out a dress.

"You would of looked perfect in anything you would have picked."

"That's the thing, I didn't. All the dresses I tried on make me look worse than the one before. My hips looked huge and my stomach bulged out and..."

"And I love everything about you (Y/N). You are the perfect woman for me. You look amazing in everything you wear and I will remind you of that everyday if I have to."

I nodded.

"I might just have something to pull this night together, close your eyes."

Jason nodded and closed his eyes while I hurried to my closet. I dug through the back of my closet and pulled out the bag that sat at the back of my closet and laid it down on the bed.

I didn't have many formal dresses but this was my favourite dress ever and I think was the perfect time to bust it out again. I quickly changed into it, fixed up my makeup and pinned my hair halfway back and smiled at myself in the mirror and slipped my feet into my light pink heels and walked over to the kitchen were Jason was still standing.

"Okay you can open your eyes."

Jason slowly opened his eyes and the smiled that formed on his face made my heart melt just like the day we said our vows.

"You look perfect Mrs. Hayes."

I smiled.

"And so do you Mr. Hayes."

Jason extended his hand out.

"Shall we?"

I grinned as I laid my hand down in Jason's.

"We shall."

Jason pulled out his phone and put on our first dance song and I smiled as he twirled me around before he pulled me to him while I laid my head on his chest as we swayed back and forth.

"I love you."

"I love you more."

"And if you ever doubt how perfect you are just give me a call and I'll always remind you."

[buildarocketboys]

peterick + 69 (nice) (also these are all gonna be peterick because there are so many good ones for them)

@floralegia haha you both had the same idea...uh in contrast to the funny number, this is kinda pretty angsty ybc...sorry? Been wanting to write some young blood chronicles and this was kinda the perfect opportunity

69. “Why the hell are you bleeding!?”

Patrick comes to.

Patrick's eyes have been bright yellow this whole time, possessed not by demons but by a constant, overwhelming onslaught of sensation.

Pete has been fighting Patrick, he realizes now, not to protect the briefcase or even to protect himself, but because that's all that's left to do. That's what's expected of them.

Well, Pete's not gonna do what they want him to anymore.

He sets his bass-cum-machete down on the ground. No more.

As he does so, Patrick's hook catches him in the stomach, the momentum plunging the blade deep into his guts. Pete falls, in what feels like slow motion, watching the yellow seep out from his best friend's eyes, changing to brown and then his natural blue.

Patrick stares down at him, aghast.

"Why the hell are you bleeding?!"

Pete looks down at himself, his abdomen a mess of blood and guts, and chuckles weakly. "Your hook," he says, and suddenly it's the funniest thing in the world. He can't stop laughing.

Patrick looks at his hook in horror, registering the smear of red across the metal and the blood dripping from the end.

He drops to his knees. "Oh fuck...Pete, what have I done?" He gathers Pete to him, laying his head gently in his lap. Pete is still in hysterics, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps now as life leaches out of him. "Everything was just so loud," Patrick whispers. "I just wanted it to stop, and- WILL YOU STOP LAUGHING?"

Pete manages to contain himself. "I'm sorry," he says weakly. "It's just...after all this... it's the way I would have wanted to go, Patrick."

Patrick presses his eyes closed. Pete hears his breath catch. "It's not the way I want you to go," he says. "I don't want you to go at all!" His breath hitches again, and suddenly he's crying and trying to stop himself from crying all at once, angrily brushing tears away from his face as they fall. "First Joe and now you," he says.

All Pete wants to do is comfort him. He reaches up and touches Patrick's face. "It's not your fault," he promises. None of this is Patrick's fault. He won't let Patrick blame himself for what those people did to him.

"I just wanted it to stop," Patrick whimpers. "I didn't know how to make it stop."

Pete brushes tears away from his eyes. "It's OK, buddy. We made it stop."

Patrick shakes his head. "You made it stop." He sniffles. "What am I supposed to do without you?"

Pete tries to shrug, although he's not sure it comes across. "You keep going. Keep fighting. For both of us."

Patrick shakes his head. "I can't- I have to make this right. I have to save you, Pete. I- I'll get you to a hospital, they can fix you up, it's a stomach wound, stomach wounds don't kill you immediately, I read that somewhere once, we've got time."

Pete shakes his head. It makes his vision go blurry. "No time left," he manages to say. Words are getting harder now - harder than they've ever been. He puts every last ounce of effort into his next ones: "I don't regret a single second of it." He squeezes Patrick's hand, so Patrick knows that he means he doesn't regret a single second with him.

Patrick forces himself to give Pete a watery smile. "I don't either," he admits. "Well, apart from the killing you with my hook part. That part sucked."

Pete laughs. "Yeah..."

"I wish we had more time," Patrick whispers.

Pete lets his eyes flutter closed. There'll be no more time for him. "In another life," he whispers, and he hopes Patrick hears it, hopes he believes it.

The next moment, he's gone.

[shelbgrey]

Next to me(Emmett Cullen)

Chapter 15: the cold ass Beach

Table of contents

The beach was freezing today but Mike and Jessica were suiting up to go surfing. Me, Emmett, and Angela were all snuggled up in blankets and hoodies in Tyler's van. Bella on the other hand was setting up in the driver's seat of the van reading a book and tuning everyone out.

“So I keep thinking Eric's going to ask me to prom, but then he just doesn't,” Angela told me and Emmett. I looked over at her with a smile.. “You should ask him”

Angela got flustered as I continued to talk. “Take control, you're a strong independent woman” I said.

“Yeah, guys dig chicks that take control,” Emmett added.

“I am?” she asked us. Me and Emmett both nodded. It went silent for a while but then Jacob and Paul came over with Sam. They both had big smiles as they said hi to me and my cousin. Jacob smiled and nodded towards Emmett but Paul just ignored his presents

“Hey, n/n” Paul smiled, coming over to sit next to me in the van.

“What's up kid?" Sam said, leaning on the van.

“Not much” I smiled as I pulled my blanket around me tighter and rested my head on Emmett's shoulder.

“Hay Bella” Jacob smiled as my younger cousin crawled out from the front seat to see her friend.

“You surfin'?” Jacob asked us. I shook my head like he was crazy. “Definitely not, too cold”

“You're cold and yet you're cuddling a leach” Paul mumbled. I threw my empty Coke can at the back of his head as I glared at him.

Angela waved at the boys while Eric looked at them with a questioning look. I sighed and pointed the the boys.

“Guys this is my other cousin Sam and our buddies Paul and Jacob” I smiled and introduced the boys to my other friends.

“Keep Bella company, her date bailed on her" Jessica teased. “to be nice” Bella said but I ignored her.

“What dates?” Eric asked. “Bella invited Edward,” Jessica said to Eric.

“We tried to invite Emmett's siblings but they weren't up for it,” Angela said softly.

“Public gatherings aren't my family's thing,” Emmett said.

“well I'm glad you came, '' Angela said. Everyones looked at me kinda shocked but at the same time they all looked happy.

“Wait what?” Bella asked bitterly but she was ignored again. “I think it's nice they invited them, no one ever does” Tyler said softly.

“Because the Cullens are freaks,” Mike joked, totally forgetting Emmett was right there. Eric pushed his shoulder. “shut up, man”

I snapped my head towards the blond trying to fight the urge not to rip him to shreds

“sorry about him” Angela said to Emmett just brushed it off.

I looked over to Jacob and Sam and they both just shook their heads with a frown.

“You know them?” Bella asked the boys.

“The cullens don't come here… Well they're not supposed to, " Paul said bitterly.

Jacob just looked at him with a wary look. I looked up at Emmett as he shook his head.

--------( ....... )--------

"What did your friends mean by the Cullens don't come here?" Bella asked Jacob as we walked around the beach. Bella and Jacob were a couple of feet behind me, Emmett, and Paul. Me and Emmett walked hand in hand trying to ignore Paul's heated stair.

“Oops. you caught that huh?” Jacob asked. I chuckled. “Dude everyone did,” I said, moving closer to him with Emmett behind.

“But why doesn't your family come here?” Bella asked Emmett. Him not knowing what to say shrugged. Bella then turned to Jacob as he sighed and lowered his voice.

“I'm not supposed to say anything,” he told Bella. “me either” Emmett added.

“I can keep a secret,” Bella smiled. Jacob nervously chuckled and shrugged at her eagerness.

“It's just an old scary story” I said before Jake or Paul could let out any information Bella shouldn't know. Bella looked back at Jake and nodded for him to continue . He sighed but still had a slight smile showing he wasn't annoyed with her. Jake looked at me wanting me to continue. He knew I had the story down and knew it better than him.

“Okay, did you know the Quileutes are supposedly descended from wolves?” I asked. Bella nodded her head.

“Wait wolves?" Bella asked, moving closer to Jacob. “So what's your res's beef with the Cullens?" Bella asked Emmett and Jacob. Jacob sighed as their thoughts flooded my head.

'Jake and his big mouth,' Paul thought.

'It's just a story right? It's no big deal they know' Jacob thought.

“Well the Cullens are supposedly descended from this,” Jacob said in a spooky voice trying to scare bella. I Chuckled and playfully elbowed him. “They're supposedly from an enemy clan but they claimed to be different, so we made a treaty with them”

“Didn't you just move here?" Bella asked Emmett. He nodded. “yes we did”

Paul was quick to but in. “Or they just moved back,”

Emmett shot him a glare as Bella looked even more confused. “They just moved her from Alaska, back off,” I said

“So what is the treaty?” Bella asked.

“If they promised to stay off Quileute lands, we wouldn't expose what they really were” Jacob paused as Bella shivered. He was about to tell us but Angula and Eric raced past us screaming.

“Let's get out of here,” I mumbled to Emmett. I pulled him away but Bella stopped Jacob when he tried to follow.

“Wait...what were they really?” Bella asked. Emmett just shook his head. “Bella, it's just a story about our ancestors… Nothing more” Emmett stated as he started to get annoyed.

Bella looked at me with slight fear almost , maybe disturbed. I only nodded telling her it's okay. Something I haven't done in a long time.

<Next chapter>

[idontreallywanadotheworktoday]

PLANE SHIFT

HOW DID THEY GET THERE KJBDFOUBEIOFNLCLKDJFPINEPF THE RIVIVIFY GEMS ARE GONE?????? DOG LEACH CUNTBITCH WHEN I FUCKING CATCH YOU ILL KILL YOU YOU HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA

FIRST LUCY, THEN YOLANDA, THEN BUDDY. IM GOING TO FUCKING UOGLIOHB:UGIFYNHKP:LYUGTF

[reavenedges-lies]

When you can't win the actual trophy so they give you a participation trophy 🤣

Buddy of mine said "Wow they had to give it to him because he may never make the finals again" valid and hilarious.

(in all seriousness he does deserve it due to breaking a playoff record for the team & having 4th most playoff points in one post season ever)

He is also the first player to receive the trophy on the losing team since R Leach in '76

[beanswrites]

The Arcana characters as pirates

hii everyone!! i know i don't write for the arcana anymore but i just realized i never wrote these headcanons about tm6 requested by my dear friend @bananasharkie!! sharkie, i'm so sorryyyyyyy

these little hc's are based on Netflix's movie "The Sea Beast", which is lovely and amazing, so go watch it if you haven't!!

requests open!! | masterlist | rules for requesting

Asra ☾︎:

found himself on a pirate ship as a traveller, journalist, looking to trace and learn everything about the sea and what it offers as he travels

when a sea beast attacked, he was more so fascinated with them then scared. no, he knew they weren't going to attack without a reason - asra loves animals, especially the exotic ones (he has python around his neck that follows him on all adventures), and therefore knew they never attacked without a reason. either they were hungry, or scared.

was the first one on the ship to make contact with the sea beast. he lowered all weapons gently on the ground, bowed, and placed his palm forward, offering peace. he quickly made friends with it and now they are adventure buddies

when it comes to his pirating life, he helps around the ship here and there, nothing too exciting. the most work he does is with Captain Nadia, helping her with mapping uncharted areas

Julian ♥︎:

he joined the crew as a doctor, voluntering to help out with all kinds of sicknesses and injuries that can happen out on the sea. totally not because he's a state felon and is wanted all over the kingdom. and totally not because he has a crush on the traveller

was scared shitless when a sea beast attacked. like, shaking in his boots. he probably hid in a cabin as it all happened.

doesn't trust them much, even after asra made friends with them. he pretends he's confident and not scared anymore, but that's absolutely not true. probably taps them gently on the head a few times (but just and only because he wants to impress a certain someone)

when it comes to his life as a pirate, most of the time he's either preparing his medicine and leaches (there are a lot of injuries on deck, okay?), or helping his sister in the kitchen, if she needs it. If he's not doing anything work related, he's pretending to mop the deck. While stealing glances.

Nadia ♔︎:

the pirate queen. While she wasn't born and raised on the open seas, and even though she comes from a land far, far away, Nadia made her way into being the most feared, most respected ruler of all seven seas. The ship is hers, and it's her mission to protect people from the sea beasts.

was ready for a fight to death when the sea beast attacked. it was her ship and her crew, and if they were going down, she was going down with them. And she was not going down without a fight.

however, when asra made peace with them, she did too. while her people and their safety are her first priority, she was open-minded to other living creatures and their lifestyles.

when it comes to her being a pirate, she's the captain of her ship and spends her days commanding her staff and sailing. And when she's not so busy, you can find her in her cabin, reading, or playing cards with her most trusted sailot and her best friend, Portia.

Muriel ❁:

muriel was born and raised out on the open sea, so he naturally became a sailor. he rarely talks, and even more rarely about his past. even though his stoic, almost rude demenour makes all the other sailors a little scared of him, he's actually a huge sweetheart.

not that he had an opinion on sea beasts - he loved animals, and yet, when one attacked, he instinctively went to help captain Nadia protect the ship.

wasn't surprised when it turned out that sea beasts weren't such a threat at all. at the end of the day, he knows a thing or two about being big and seen as a monster, even though you are the furthest thing from it.

he, as a sailor, is very useful and hardworking. he's the one making sure the ship works like a clock since he's the only one that's strong enough for all the fixing. in his spare time, he likes to hang out with portia and help her in the kitchen (he's surprisingly amazing when it comes to baking)

Portia ☼︎:

doctor's sister, ship's cook, and of course, captain's right hand. the sweet portia found herself on this ship by pure chance, following her brother in his escape from the law and meeting Nadia.

she didn't even notice the sea beast attacked - being the cook, she spends most of her time bellow deck. however, she figured something was happening from the rushing footsteps and shouts she heard above her.

absolutely adores the sea beasts!! she thinks they are adorable. immidiately became friends, no questions asked (++ teases Julian about being scared)

as a pirate, she's fearless but insanely sweet and kind. most of her time is spent in the cozy kitchen, however she always sneaks a few extra moments to hang out with her Captain.

Lucio ♕︎:

not a pirate, he's actually the king who decided all sea beasts should be killed. nadia is his ex wife, and when their marige ended, she left to sail the seas.

as soon as he heard that a sea beast attacked, he was outraged that Nadia and her staff didn't kill it on the spot.

was even more outraged when he found that some random traveller made friends with it (he's scared of them but won't admit)

when it comes to him being a king, he's bitter, selfish, narcissistic and a major coward. but, c'mon, what did we expect? at the end of the day, it's still just lucio.

that's all, thanks for reading!! check out my masterlist for more!!

[daydream-cement]

Heavenly Aether Ch. 3

Miranda Hilmarson x Reader

Miranda is able to learn more about The Church of Mithras and comes to see the true depth of police corruption.

Thank you to @bri-sonat for being my beta buddy <3

TW: cults, suicide, death, corruption, brief descriptions of violence

February 6th, 2023

“Take a seat, please...” You pass the armchair placed before your desk, gesturing for the blonde to take a seat. 

Miranda quickly dropped into the chair, shifting to sit on the edge of the cushion. Her posture was pulled taut, and you could feel the energy radiating off of her. Little did you know that the constable was overflowing with pride, beyond excited for the potential of being a step closer to breaking the case. 

“Please tell me everything you know. Start wherever you would like.” Miranda rested her hands on her knees, earnestly leaning forward, trying to display her gratitude for you taking the time to talk with her. Rather than pulling out her notebook, Miranda was opting to take mental notes, wishing to be present in the moment with the information you had to offer. 

You settle down into your desk chair once more, releasing a small sigh, trying to shake the annoyance of still being in the office this late into the evening. Pausing for a moment, you are unsure of where to start, no one had ever wanted to hear the full story before. 

“Well... I’ve traced the roots of the church back to January of ‘95. At first, it just seemed to be an elite social group of sorts. One percenter’s, more specifically, the one percenter’s children. For the most part, the organization was quiet until that first mass death.” With the press of a button, you turned on your computer once again. As you wait for the computer to boot up, you lean back in your desk chair, mulling over even the most minute of details. “They were operating out of a commercial outlet in Tamarama. It’s hard to find all the documentation, but from what I could find, they would have been needing to pull in at least $50k a month to keep the lights on.”

Miranda’s mind was reeling from the very baseline information you offered her. As the future detective Miranda was, her mind was already attempting to connect the dots, “Who is leading it all? Must be someone elite from Tamarama, don’t you think?” 

“I know plenty about the church, but I don’t know who is leading it all. Whoever it is, they stay shrouded in the darkness. Even the few followers I’ve spoken to say they have never seen his face. My guess is the leader is independently wealthy, has a powerful parent, or is leaching from someone else... Could be a mix...” You gave a shrug, wishing you had more information on the hierarchy of it all. 

“Hmm...” The constable paused, visibly vexed by the lack of information you provided her with. Rather than dwelling on it, however, she chose to move onward, “What does the church worship? Is it connected to one of the larger global religions?” 

“It’s not my best journalism, but they keep a tight lid on their religious texts and documents. If I trace back the names and dates of the killings, it all leads back to the Cult of Mithras. It was a Roman mystery religion centered on the god Mithras with connections to astrology.” Your voice became hushed, nervous to admit the following pieces of evidence as you hadn’t revealed them to anyone prior, “From the members I interviewed, there seems to be an absurd amount of symbolism and Gods, but they use those components to justify harming their followers.”

“And what are those symbols and icons?” Miranda probed deeper, her hands shifting away from her knees so her elbows could rest on the edge of your desk. The constable was no doubtably enthralled by the case at hand, never had she worked on a case that was so undoubtedly messy. 

The question made you hold your breath, knowing the answer was longer and more arduous than Miranda anticipated. Turning your attention to your computer monitor, you swiftly log into the system, pull the flash drive from around your neck, and plug in the USB. If you were going to thoroughly answer her questions, you would need some of your own notes. 

With a few clicks, you found your notes, giving the constable a sympathetic glance before starting to go through the thorough research you had completed on each of the church’s iconography. From time to time, you would glance up at Miranda as you read off the document, and each time you did, she was completely engaged, eyes trained on your face. 

It took nearly a half hour to work through the belief system of the cult, all of which you found to be trivial information. In your personal opinion, the church seemed to adopt a surface-level complexity that was only motivated by greed at the end of the day. All of the rituals had a price to attend and a price to take part in, but if you opted out, there were consequences for not being as dedicated as your peers. 

You saved the most important God for last, knowing it was responsible for the more unethical and criminal portions of the case, “Moreover, they recognize an icon named Cautes which appears to be in connection with the Roman god Caelus and the Greek god Uranus. This is huge. Each of the dates of the mass deaths matches up with Uranus entering different zodiacs.”

Miranda’s brow furrowed, a wave of righteous anger overtaking her, “So we know when each of these is happening? How long have you known about the dates of the mass deaths?”

You made eye contact with the constable, the weariness and disappointment from the years of witnessing constant police corruption evident in your eyes, “I’ve known since the 90s. Nothing has been done so far.”

“No. No. That can’t be. This... this could have all been prevented?” From Miranda’s facial expressions, you felt as though she was going through the seven stages of grief. She was well aware of the systematic flaws built into the career she had chosen, but some cases of corruption were hard for the blonde to comprehend.

“Yeah.”

Miranda sat in silence for a long moment. She was searching her index of superintendents and leaders within the department that could be responsible for such an oversight. The name at the top of her list was her direct supervisor: Adrian Butler. 

You interrupted her thoughts with a question of your own, “How do you expect to solve this case when there is so much obvious police corruption?”

“I- I don’t know…”

The next few hours fly by and before you know it, the lights in the main office space turned on: the night janitors were in. It must be about 11 pm. 

Miranda had covered your office wall in sticky notes and taped notecards as it was her way of visualizing the case at hand. Now she sat before her creation, having turned her chair away from your desk towards the webbing expanse of clues. She was entirely slouched down into the chair, her butt was nearly off the seat and her arms were folded over her chest. Her face was scrunched up in an intense level of focus, and if you weren’t mistaken, she looked kinda… cute.

“We have a bit of a hierarchy created. Like you said, we have the head ‘guy’ or whatever, then we have these two public relations people, Marco and Penny Penfield, and the next level is temporary, you get that job and you die.” Miranda raised an arm, finger pointing out the different levels within the church, ending with the rotating group of five individuals that were akin to middle managers.

Miranda had pinned a list of names beneath the final level of the hierarchy. This list contained all of the people who have died, and one additional name: one of the current low-level functionaries that was fated to die in 30 days. 

Before the last grouping of church members had died, you had been able to interview one of them: Andrew Slosser. It was four days before November 6, 2018, and you had caught Andrew as he was walking to his car from the church. In his efforts to blow you off, he gave a blustering and angry spiel, inadvertently revealing the last name of the person who would be taking his place: Alexandra Terion. 

“We need to talk to her. We get her to talk to us about what’s happening and maybe we can figure out how to contact those two.” Miranda's hand was gesturing about to the different people, outlining a plan for herself. You glanced down at the constable’s face and saw how heavy her lids were; this was far later than she had stayed up in a long time. 

“Perhaps we should call it a night, constable?”

“Do you have time to talk more about this tomorrow? I’d like for my partner to hear some of this directly from you.” She sleepily turned her head, glancing up at you with the softest eyes. 

Your breath caught for a moment before you turned away, unsure of why the policewoman had made you feel warm and tingly inside. Turning your attention to the calendar on your desk, you had a couple of meetings in the morning and another in the early afternoon, “The earliest I can do is 3 pm.”

Without hesitation, Miranda nodded, confirming the meeting, “We will be there.”

You gathered your belongings once more and locked up your office, repeating the same steps as you had earlier that afternoon. Both you and Miranda made your way down to the first floor and out the front doors in relative silence. 

Miranda veered to the left when you continued straight, but she stopped in her tracks when she realized your cars were in opposite directions. She jogged back to your side, falling into stride with you, “Let me walk you to your car.”

“No, you really don’t ha-” You began to argue, but Miranda only cut you off.

“Please. I’d like to walk you to your car. I want to see you get home safe.” Miranda was adamant, showing no signs of wavering from your side as you led her toward the parking garage. 

You kept your face forward, hoping the constable couldn’t see your growing smile as you passed under the city street lights, “I- Okay...”

----

“Drop it!” Adrian ordered, his scowl growing deeper and angrier as Constable Hilmarson continued her aggressive offense of how they should put more resources into following the case of The Church of Mithras. 

Miranda was quick and uninhibited with her retort, the blonde’s face growing redder as she continued arguing, “Stop avoiding the question! Why are you preventing us from pursuing this?”

“I said drop it, Hilmarson!” Adrian stood from his desk, leaning in towards Miranda as an unconscious intimidation tactic. 

Miranda turned away from Adrian, pacing slightly as she raked a hand through her hair out of pure frustration. The constable’s voice was growing in volume, her rage was becoming more unbridled, “Adrian! You know this is-”

Detective Butler was only partially lying. He knew the case wasn’t to be pursued, but he had never been given a real reason for shelving the case (other than his career being at stake), “I don’t know anything, Miranda. Now drop it before I put you on desk duty for the next month.”

Miranda went silent, but her glare was louder than words could ever be. 

“Promise me you will drop this, Hilmarson.” Adrian was pleading with his ex, knowing trouble would only come if she were to pursue this. 

The constable hesitated for a moment. She hated lying to anyone, but this was an instance where her sense of righteous justice was far greater than her duty to her boss, “Yes. I’ll drop it.”

Adrian shook his head with a sigh, gesturing to his office door for Miranda to leave. The constable could be the most stubborn person in the world, not often dropping things when she was ordered to. Against his better judgment, Adrian trusted the blonde as she strode from his office.

Miranda moved past her desk and headed towards her usual spot out in the parking garage so she could smoke a cigarette and mull over the fact Adrian was obviously hiding something. 

Once Miranda was in the parking garage, she assumed her normal position, allowing her back to hit the wall before she slid down to sit on the concrete floor. She paused for a brief moment, listening to see if anyone had followed her or was lingering in the garage. When a soundless garage reverberated back to Miranda, she pulled out her phone and dialed your number.

When your phone buzzed and you glanced down to see Miranda’s contact (she had offered you her number as she stood outside your car), you moved a little too quickly to answer the call, pushing the phone up to your ear when you accepted it, “Hello? Miranda?”

“Care to grab lunch?”

[independentartistbuzz]

Lil' Red & The Rooster Bring Sassy Swing and Bluesy Charm in New Single "Goodbye Frowns"

Lil' Red & The Rooster’s latest single “Goodbye Frowns” is a vibrant, jazz-blues anthem. With its playful energy and groove, this song is a spirited reminder to embrace joy even during life’s tougher moments. 

Jen "Lil’ Red" Milligan’s sassy, scatting vocals capture the song’s message, while Pascal Fouquet, known as the “Rooster,” brings his distinctive guitar work - an expert blend of blues traditions and modern flair.

Together they have created a distinctive sound that draws on their “retro modern blues” style. 

Listen in here:

“Ne me suis pas dans mon film.” This is a French phrase which translates as “Don’t follow me into my film,” and it is the guiding sentiment behind the song. 

Lil’ Red’s light drumming syncs with Pascal’s intricate guitar work on a vintage Stella acoustic, and we can hear the distinct influence of B.B. King and Django Reinhardt emerge into something of their own. 

Chicago bassist Felton Crews completes the trio, laying down smooth six-string bass lines and a rhythmic foundation that complements the lively interplay between vocals and guitar. 

This upbeat feel-good song offers a lively preview of Lil’ Red & The Rooster’s upcoming 2025 album which promises to explore further their unique sound of blues and jazz.

And at a time when love songs often only focus on heartbreak, “Goodbye Frowns” takes on a different approach - a bright, swinging reminder that true happiness is something cultivated within and shared best when both partners bring their own joy to the relationship. 

“Goodbye Frowns” was recorded at JoyRide Studio and mixed by Brian Leach and offers us a glimpse into the duo’s forthcoming 2025 album. 

About Lil’ Red & The Rooster

Jen “Lil' Red” Milligan and Pascal Fouquet, the dynamic duo behind Lil’ Red & The Rooster, have been creating music together since 2010. Both drawn to the blues early in their lives, their shared passion brought them together and formed a bond as deep as their love for the genre. 

Their sound is the product of years of fine-tuning and evolving. Jen’s background spans musical theater and rhythm and blues, with her lively stage presence honed by performances in iconic shows like Hair and Jesus Christ Superstar. Pascal, who is a native of Normandy France, has been shaped by his years performing with blues legends like Diunna Greenleaf and Mike Sanchez, adding a layer of international flair to his already impressive guitar work.

Their debut album Soul Burnin’ (2018) was produced by Chicago blues icon Dave Specter, and marked a major milestone for the duo. Recorded at JoyRide Studio by Blaise Barton, the album captured their diverse influences and cross-continental sound. Then in 2019, Lil’ Red & The Rooster reached the finals of the International Blues Challenge in Memphis. 

When not headlining festivals or playing intimate shows at places like Buddy Guy’s Legends in Chicago, Lil' Red & The Rooster continue to refine their sound, bringing the healing power of the blues to audiences worldwide. 

Stay up to date with Lil’ Red & The Rooster on their Website

Stream music on Spotify, Apple Music and YouTube music. 

[queersouthasian]

Boston x Nick and the concept of Obsession

Everything about this dynamic is making me feral, I have been pretty much fixated on them since the first time they appeared on screen. I don't know what jojo has in store for them and if there is a possibility of a ship leading to a dead end, let's be honest, it would be them. YET my biased self wants them to have atleast a hopeful conclusion.

BUT, HEAR ME OUT, IF THERE IS ONLY ONE SHIP WHO GETS TO BE TOGETHER, IT WOULD ALSO BE THEM.

Why?

Nick and his obsession:

Nick's fascination with Boston has never been subtle. Initially, in the store when he first came across Boston, it was mostly him being sexually interested, being horny for this hot dude who happened to be his customer. Nick's interest in boston was pretty much initiated by sex thus leading to the fwb. BUT the more Nick spend time with boston, the more he grew "fond" of him. How? tbh most of their interactions was them banging, right? Well boston and sex go beyond just that. Sex for him has been a matter of pride, he goes around topping almost every hot dude he meets, he makes sure he is infact the best they will ever have. His performance on bed fuels his superiority complex and thus makes him want to fuck up everyone's sex life forever. Nick who allows him to ravage him, welcomes anything ton offers and takes him so well makes nick his "favourite" leading to more "intimacy" during sex. When you are in a fwb relationship with someone, you would care about just having sex, anything that triggers your orgasm and most don't even care about the other's "pleasure" other than the orgasmic one. Boston just didn't had sex with nick, he was intimate with him, he made sure nick felt all sorts of physical pleasure including orgasmic. Not only that, he ensures aftercare, compliments, intimate touches like ear nibbling/kissing, neck kissing, or running his hand down nick's arm, waist holding, grabbing nick's face or holding his body gently while making out. Which fwb takes so much "care" of each other? Boston had been very clear about his relationship with nick from the beginning yet nick couldn't help but want more of boston and his touches. For nick, those touches meant love, trust and care making him hopelessly fall for ton and for ton it was just about being a good sex partner.

Nick's background is still pretty unclear, we don't know a lot about him, yet he gives me the vibe of someone who has been neglected or cast aside his whole life, someone who always has been the second option thus nothing for him was genuine. How can I say that? Well, ton gives him attention, all to him, all for himself, while nick in return leaches onto him and subtlety or not begs for more. Here comes the obsession. Obsession with what? Boston? Sex? or attention? What if I say all of them? Everything he wanted, boston gave him. Boston for the sake of being the best sex partner gave all the dates, intimacy, attention to nick for him to drown in, and that's exactly what happened. Nick in my opinion, doesn't consider himself worthy of anyone's time, someone who is not worth to be with SO ton treating him well made him feel special, made him think he finally had someone to himself. But that delusion breaks the moment he discovers top and ton. Nick knew that ton never considered him to be anything beyond a fuck buddy yet he lets himself get drawn towards ton. Ton didn't mislead him, he mislead himself and that too quite intentionally.

Nick couldn't seperate his own delusions and reality, he wanted to be ton's "no.1" and wanted him all for himself, he couldn't convince himself enough that ton doesn't love him for him to let go. Unfortunately he just held onto the false hope he has build for himself tighter making it dreadful for him to actually let go. He feared the consequences but ton getting mad at him and never talking to him genuinely scared him. He was not worried about filming people having sex illegally rather terrified of ton finding out that it was him who recorded it. He was scared of ton abandoning him. He was scared of boston, more specifically, hating him. He begs ton to not shrove him away, his want to be 24/7 around ton was beyond his control now.

Boston and his fascination with nick's Obsession:

Boston is pretty straightforward, if I had to make a list of the most to least complicated characters in this show, his name would to be towards the end. Ton knows he is sexually appealing to people, he knows he is great in bed and KNOWS that people mostly reach out to him for sex. His mentality goes "yeah i am a slut and a jerk, what about it", he is so unapologetically evil, it drives everyone from the audience to the characters nuts 'cause you can't confront him, he would just go "yeah and?" *shrugs*, and that's EXACTLY why everyone hates him. Ton thinks he can offer only his body, no one would be with him 'cause of how he is. He knows that and thus doesn't care about sleeping around 'cause that's the only way people would talk about him and that fuels his god complex. BUT his confusion sets in, when Nicks offers to spend time with him. The sole fact that someone is trying to get to know him as a person rather than a sex toy fascinated ton. He is like "me? Are u sure?". Even Nick's obsession with him fascinates him. He is genuinely questioning why would anyone like him, let alone love. Nick desperately begging boston to not leave him, Nick asking for a "date", playing with him, asking him about anything but sex made him curious. Curious about what makes nick love him so much. His curosity made him take better care of nick thus slowly having a soft spot for that boy. Even when he leaves nick, he looks at their picture, he thinks his fascination and curosity made him weak, made him a fool yet he can't help but feel the absense of that genuine love and interest nick has for him. Nick's obsessive love made him feel subconsciously safe and wanted knowing that everyone can and does leave him but that idiot wouldn't even if he can't offer anything.

"you just can't get enough of me" you too sweetheart, you too.

[amphiptere-art]

Ok. So since the majority was voting on me making a crossover version of Lantern and pumpkin.

We're going to make a crossover version of Lantern and pumpkin.

So we might be asking how we were supposed to do this. Given that strained black star gave them life for a specific reason. Which is to be a service dog for blue moon. So the big problem is that we don't have a blue moon that needs service dog help. They can handle themselves pretty well being a murderer. So how am I going to handle this conundrum.

Easy. I don't need lantern to specifically be a service dog. He just needs to be a helper. The biggest question is what type of help does Black Star really need? Black Star is so safe and everything right now. He doesn't necessarily need help.

Well news flash. Black Star is still incredibly nervous for his brother. This little tidbit has kind of fallen into obscurity because Black Star doesn't necessarily need to feel this way. But black star very much indeed is still nervous about his brother going to different dimensions. I've mentioned it multiple times that he keeps track of what kind of world his brother is traveling to. He will even leave to do a quick physical check. I just don't mention it much because Blue Moony is relatively safe. But Black star still feels nervous especially given what types of worlds his brother can go into.

So there's nothing saying that a certain dimensional mishap could trigger him into making a lantern. It could possibly be some sort of guilt over Blue Moon getting hurt. Say Blue Moon goes to a dimension and Black Star pops in for a second. Everything seems to be going fine and seems to be hunky Dory. The dimension either feels regular or just good. So Black Star leaves and doesn't keep track of his brother. Only to have blue moon come back absolutely scarred because of something that happened. Probably random and not anything they caused. But black star would probably feel guilty for just thinking it was okay when it wasn't.

So in a state of eternal panic and guilt. He would just be suddenly building lantern. He knows that his dimensional parents and brothers would probably be attempting to stop him, because he's making a random thing for a mistake that he didn't even have a part of. So he's probably going to keep a hidden. Either going to the Ralph in @digi-sams-au-hell LB, and he might attempt to get help from @sigery RLE Pride as long as they don't tell Chaos. Most of his other help will be coming from Cygnus. As they are the most adept at building that isn't connected to a family.

And so crossover lantern will be born. Suddenly thrust into whatever crossover AUs he has, and following Blue Moon around like a puppy. Again slapped with the impossibly advanced cube leaching dimensional travel. Which while I haven't really mentioned it. It's very very hard to do. Dimensional trackers are easy and not connected to the cube. But something that actually teleports somebody along with the cube without touching Blue Moon is incredibly advanced. Something that black star can't quite explain, But is incredibly useful in whatever circumstances exists. And now everyone is probably going to be asking Blue Moon, who the hell their little buddy is. And Blue Moon's just going to tell them it's something Blackstar gave them.

And don't worry about pumpkin. Pumpkin is an entirely repeatable circumstance. It's a sad Jack-o-moon missing his solar dad. And the lantern deciding that he can make just as good as a solar dad with his dad. He exists not because Blackstar made him, But because Lantern felt bad. So it's very easy for pumpkin to exist. Hell I don't even necessarily need a lantern for them to exist. And but I find it funny them being twins.

But either way. There is your crossover lantern and pumpkin!

Now another thing to note. Lantern is going to be slightly different design wise. Now not entirely different. But he's going to be missing those little blind stick harness attachments. Which was the main feature of after story Lantern. So he might get a unique marking on his sides. But the harness attachments won't be there. He's still not going to have a hat, and definitely looks more standard jack o Moon than Tsams jack o Moon like normal. Having the more expressive rays. But otherwise he looks normal. Just a slightly off Jack.

And there you go! Black Star created lantern in secret. Triggered by some sort of unfortunate dimensional mishap with Blue Moon. Lantern starts following around Blue Moon and probably confusing everyone. And then one day lantern picks up pumpkin out of the ether and hands him over to his dad. And now Black Star has two sons in the crossover universe. Yay.

[jiminsass-istant]

You have to admit that--if true--JK working in the kitchen while Jimin is out there participating in war games is pretty ironic.

There's nothing game-like about these exercises. Very intense, very stressful, and potentially dangerous.

How many times did we hear that beefy, manly JK was going to "protect" Jimin in the army from all the bad people? Or that he was "coerced" into the buddy system because he felt sorry for Jimin/Jimin is a leach? And Jimin, from all appearances, seems to be excelling. How lovely is it to prove the haters wrong?

I can't believe kitchen duty was JK's choice, but if it was, that would make it even more ironic. JK, the guy who loves jumping off cliffs and boxing and pushing his physical limits, preferring to spend his days cooking and cleaning? Highly unlikely.

But it's always interesting when people confound expectations and go against type. Amusing and marvelous, too. It speaks to the individuality of all human beings; reacting to it doesn't have to be mean-spirited.

And let's not forget that an army marches on its stomach.

Stay strong, JK! And stay safe, Jimin!

The hate that these idols get is mostly limited to twitter though. A military officer would never belittle any job in the military.

And yes, everybody is different. Personality wise, I'm definitely more Jk like than Jimin like. Appearances mean nothing.

We all know how strong both jk and Jimin are strong physically. (Except a few 'netizens' who think Jimin is weak).

Remember how Jimin deadlifted Tae from the ground in that run bts episode where they were playing tennis.

Jimin has always been strong, even when he is not bulky. I can't imagine how strong he must be now.

"army marches on its stomach" i like that.

Thanks for stopping by!

[themoodyestj]

Damian is a leach so I don’t give a fuck about him if he is getting dragged or because he is a leach and a ball washer

I have to admit, it's weird that I have so much asks about Damian when I dont even know the guy.

At this point I'm not even defending him anymore, Im defending sanity and common sense. And im only answering because someone needs to tell you are making a fool out of yourself.

Honey, he is not getting dragged. AAs are. Everyone with two brain cells can see that youre the dumbdumbs, not him. He does not give a flying f*** to what a bunch of delulus think of him, especially when those delulus make such an outstanding work in looking stupid.

No career ends with a crazy woman screaming misogyny with absolutely no proof to back it up. Especially in the incredibly dumb way she did, where all words are recorded and its clear she imagined them. Maybe in Delululand it does, but this is the real world, with smart people, where delulus are clearly at a disadvantage.

Thats why nobody is coming to AAs defense, apart from their AA buddies.

The world looked at the interaction, and i can promise you, no one with a functioning brain looked at AAs like they were the heros. Just another sample of the cesspool that this fandom can be, accusing left and right for no reason at all, crying wolf because they cant read and thought that their fave was being thrown shade... when she wasnt.

I know this is pretty much reaching for the stars, but can you understand how ridiculous that is? How bad that makes AAs look? How much of an idiot you look still making asks about it, when the controversy was fabricated by AAs alone? God, you sound like Misha, picking fights with thin air to remain relevant.

Anon, its painful to see how out of touch with reality you are. But you still have time. Do yourself a favor, jump off the idiot wagon. Hey, do what your delulu friend suggested, and go touch some grass.

Nobody gives a damn about this anymore.