#Danielle writes: Paper planes

[deadsetobsessions]

Woo! I’ve finally got time to write! Had to go to a wedding, suffered through eight whole hours of pure disorganized mess, and got mad about it. Emphasis on the disorganized part. So, I bring you: party planner!Danny Phantom.

——

If anyone was to see him now, they’d definitely think that it was odd that Danny was the one in the party planning field. They wouldn’t be surprised if it was Jazz, but Danny ‘wing it’ Fenton planning things? Never.

But here he was, clipboard in hand and checking off hors d’œuvres from the list.

“Anton, could you do a check of the sound system? Make sure everything’s working?”

“Got it.”

Danny lifted the buffet table, laden with heavy food, and used a bit of his ghostly strength to move it over.

“Perfect.”

He double checked the seating chart, and readjusted the miniature ice sculpture centerpieces he made for the party.

Wayne Manor was all lit up and perfectly dusted. Danny ran through his mental checklist. Tabled? Check. Dance floor clean and scuff free? Check. DJ booth and open bar running without issues? Check. Live band setting up with back up instruments and strings? Check. Decorations on point? Oh, he’ll have to get the team to readjust those.

Time to check-

“Danny! How’s it going?” Bruce Wayne beamed and slung an arm around his shoulder.

Danny smiled politely. “Mr. Wayne. Everything is going smoothly. Would you like to check the food the chefs have made?”

“Sure, sure! I definitely need to eat before I drink, haha!”

“That’s a good idea! Good thing you’re about to try a bunch of food.” Danny matched the billionaire’s energy. He’s going to get paid so good.

“So, Danny, are you going to college?”

Danny passed him a small sampler. “Ah, I can’t. Some stuff happened in high school and I don’t really have the grades or the money to.”

Plus, his credentials were in another plane of existence and he hadn’t figured out how to transfer those records yet.

“You could still attend college, I’m sure! Your parents might be able to help pay?” Bruce nommed on the food. He gave a thumbs up.

Danny sighed. “It’s not always an option. Plus, my parents are dead.”

In this universe. His own? Alive and kicking GIW ass.

“Oh, I see-”

“Father.”

“Woah!” Danny blinked, looking down at the baby Wayne the popped up next to his father’s elbow.

“Damian! What’s wrong, kiddo?”

Damian shot his father a flat glare and dragged the laughing billionaire away.

Danny snorted and returned to his tasks. He has to check the speeches and the lighting. Hm… he doesn’t have time to adjust everything how he wants it.

Good thing he knew a guy that could stop time.

“Hey, Clockwork?”

——

“Father, I understand your inclination towards adopting poor black haired and blue eyed orphans, but I would like to remind you that I have far too many siblings to be adding yet another bumbling buffoon.”

“I was not considering that, Damian.”

Damian let go of his wrist with a grimace. “Denial is not becoming of a Wayne, Father.”

“Yeah, B. I could see you grab the adoption papers from all the way over here.” Tim adjusted his tie. “Anyways, Dick is on his way. He’s running a little late because of some stuff in Blüdhaven.”

“Thank you, Tim.”

——

“Batman.”

“Oracle.”

“Look at the footage of Wayne manor.” Oracle pulled up the video surveillance scattered through out the manor. Specifically, the ones of the west ballroom. Daniel Fenton stood in his spot, looking down at his clipboard but a second later, he's moved three inches to the left and the decorations had subtly been moved more aesthetic spots. "I think Danny might be a meta. We'll have to look into him."

Batman stood up, allowing the fondness he had for Danny as Bruce Wayne drain away. This is a potential threat, and Batman will treat him like one. (Danny will remember this.)

"Contact Flash. I need him to scan for any temporal disturbance."

"Understood."

——

"Brucie!" A socialite squealed as she came to bestow hugs upon a long suffering Bruce. "My god, this place is gorgeous! You must give me your planner's number. I could absolutely use some fresh eyes for the Annual Spring Party."

"Awe, Janine! I gotta keep some of the good things to myself!" Bruce whined, inwardly smirking as he saw his kids mock-gagging behind the lady's back. "What if your party's cooler than mine? What should I do then? You're already so gorgeous! Why, is that a Birkin?"

Janine lit up and all but forgot about getting Danny's contact information. Bruce patted his own back for a job well done, even if he had to listen to Janine's itemized list of random luxury goods she had to buy before being offered a bag.

He's a Wayne. The Gotham Hermes wished they could partner with the Waynes. Plus, he's pretty sure he's got at least three of those bags somewhere in the manor to bait out Selina.

Catching Danny sliding in between the servers and going towards the kitchen, Bruce quickly excused himself with a disarming himbo grin.

Time to subtly grill the kid.

——

"Hey, Timmy?"

"Hello, Dick," Tim smiled elegantly at the couple who's companies he was about to bring six feet underground and excused himself. "What's up?"

"Have you noticed that the ice sculptures haven't melted at all?"

Tim blinked, eyes sliding over to a harried Danny being followed by Bruce on a mission. Oof.

"Freeze?" He asked mildly, face innocent of any nefarious thoughts.

"That's what I'm thinking." Dick smiled sunnily, throwing an arm around Tim's shoulders.

"Heard the guy's living out near Crime Alley. We should get Jay to check it out." Tim pretended to laugh, grinning as his brains made plans for a stakeout.

"Heard, my ass. You totally stalked him, didn't you?"

"Got proof?"

Dick snorted, removing his arm. "Nope. I'll let Jay know. You should probably help Danny out, though, he looks like he's about to lose his temper."

"Bruce is at it again." Tim sighed. "Yeah, okay."

[2000s-music-tourney]

We have 72 songs, this can be raised if 96 if the need arises

Pokerface by Lady Gaga 

Welcome to the Black Parade by My Chemical Romance

Toxic by Britney Spears

Sk8ter Boi by Avril Lavigne 

All my Life by Foo Fighters

American Idiot by Green Day

1985 by Bowling for Soup

Take Me Out by Franz Ferdinand 

Somebody Told Me by the Killers

Hey There Delilah by Plain White Tees

Feel Good Inc by the Gorillaz

Sugar we're goin down by Fallout Boy

Brave as a noun by AJJ

Hot N Cold by Katy Perry

Single Ladies (Put a Ring On It) by Beyonce

The Dog Days are Over by Florence + the Machine

Seven Nation Army by White Stripes

Kryptonite by 3 Doors Down

She Hates Me by Puddle Of Mudd

Stacy's Mom by Fountains for Wayne

All the Small Things By Blink 182

Since U Been Gone by Kelly Clarkson

Hurt by Johnny Cash

Hey Ya by Outkast

Rehab by Amy Winehouse

Stan by Eminem

Do you realize by The Flaming Lips

Sexyback by Justin Timberlake

Party in the USA by Miley Cyrus

Drops of Jupiter (Tell Me) by Train

Californication by the Red Hot Chili Peppers

Fireflies by Owl City

TiK ToK by Ke$ha

Gives you Hell by All American Rejects 

Paper Planes by M.I.A.

Can't get you out of my head by Kylie Monogue

I write sins not tragedies by Panic! At the Disco

Short Skirt/Long Jacket by CAKE

Teenage Dirtbag by Wheatus

Bring Me to Life by Evanescence

Before he cheats by Carrie Underwood 

Vida La Vida by Coldplay

Photograph by Nickelback

99 Problems by Jay-Z

Hash Pipe by Weezer

A Thousand Miles by Vanessa Carlton

Love Story by Taylor Swift

Unwell by MatchBox Twenty 

Yeah! by Usher

Dilemma by Nelly and Kelly Rowland

Beautiful by Christina Aguilera 

My Hips Don't Lie by Shakira

I gotta Feeling by Black Eyed Peas

Hollaback Girl by Gwen Stefani

Watcha Say by Jason Derulo

Drop it like it's Hot by Snoop Dogg

Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield

Numb by Linkin Park

Umbrella by Rihanna 

Crazy in Love by Beyonce and Jay Z

How to Save a Life by The Fray

Get the Party Started by P!nk

Survivor By Destiny's Child

Everytime we touch by Cascada

Beautiful Girls by Sean Kingston

Bad day by Daniel Powter

Chop Suey By System of a Down

I'm Yours by Jason Mraz

Crazy by Gnarls Barkley 

The Middle by Jimmy Eat World

Harder Better Faster Stronger by Daft Punk

Chewing Gum by Annie

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Happy update day!

Greenwarden, Eryinys, and TKP's chapter 1 updates are all coming along very smoothly. (Except for Greenwarden. Firstborn problem indeed. I ended up losing a ton of work -- including the whole library update -- and I got so mad I started working on a whole other route. Coming back to the library route soon, though. I have enough salvageable material, I just need to be Not Mad about it.) Here's some snippets!

CONTENT WARNING: Gore

GREENWARDEN

Adrenaline is a hell of a drug. Sprinting down the street doesn't even hurt, even if you do leave a long blood trail behind you. Your one hope is that the coyote is too preoccupied tearing chunks out of Eddie to pay attention to you. Hope is dangerous -- makes you cocky. Makes you make mistakes. You keep running toward what you think is safety, and you end up right at the edge of Warden Forest. Definitely not safety. You stop just before the mouth of the woods, breathing so hard you gag, your stomach half-open like a yawning mouth. Deep breaths hurt too much -- you can't bring yourself back to baseline. You risk losing your adrenaline rush if you do that anyway. Looking around looks the same. Woods and parking lot, woods and parking lot. There's a trail right ahead of you, tempting you inside. The click of nails against asphalt makes you whirl around. The damn coyote is right behind you, still licking gristle from its teeth.

ERINYS

Marik leads you to a corner covered in paper thin monitors. Cords feed into the biggest computer you may have ever seen, protected from the water and soap by thick rubber casing and a raised platform surrounded by guardrails painted yellow and black. The ramp vibrates under heel. You realize, with a start, that the computer and monitors are much lower to the floor than you'd expect, just as the engineer wheels around to face you both. "Sorenson," Marik says. The engineer grins with a mouthful of pearly white teeth and leans back in his chair, arms folded over his stomach. He's all hard planes. Built with lean muscle, broad-shouldered like DANIEL is, but with a shock of curly red hair and a mess of dark freckles. He has a dimple on his nose. "Marik," Sorenson says, wheeling his chair back to make room for you both. "All systems good. I'm running tune-up software now, just to make sure. Everything is brand new, but still. Can't be too careful." He glances at you. Nothing escapes Marik's notice, even bent across the desk to glare into screens running codes and diagnostics and other things that make you dizzy. Absently, he introduces you to each other. The engineer's name is Doctor Matthew Sorenson. He looks awfully young to be a doctor. "Fury, huh?" Dr. Sorenson raises his eyebrows. You flex your hands. "Whatever keeps you alive, I guess."

THE KING'S PHYSICIAN

The Maw is a jagged white chalkscape. You have to march in single file, careful to avoid the razor sharp juts of rock. The horses are nervous -- the wolf packs and cave lions living in the Teeth have perfected the art of the ambush. Not just that -- the endless bone white expanse can cause the distracted to become easily lost. You keep close count of everyone -- you, Sibir, and Leniza -- their aunt. She gives the whole company water blessings on the way in. Salt water from the Archipelago, to fine their ways home. -> Not that you believe in blessings. You are a person of science. -> You give your own blessings when you can. You can never have too many gods at your disposal. -> You don't have an opinion on religion -- it's something that exists. Annoyingly prevalent, but what can you do?

I'm hoping at least one of these guys will be ready to publish by next month -- but I'm also writing another book! Because I'm crazy. So we'll see!

[onboardsorasora]

Enchanted AU: Christmas!

We have a posting schedule! that I will hopefully be able to stick to! I will be posting on Mondays and Thursdays. This will also pressure me keep me on a schedule to write lol

Part 1 | Christmas Parts 14 | Part 15

Part 16

Max pressed a palm gently into Daniel’s side and pushed him back onto the sidewalk and out of the way of an upcoming cyclist. They were out in the shopping district and Daniel was doing that thing again, where he was looking above them rather than in front. The city had started putting up their holiday decor, so there were new things to enjoy. Up ahead in the city center they were erecting a fairly large tree. It was impressive, Daniel looked plenty impressed, if a bit unnerved.

Grabbing his shoulder again, Max turned Daniel into the store he had requested they go to. They were buying Christmas decorations today and Daniel had been extremely excited. They’d just come from a shop where they ordered a tree to be delivered and now it was time to find things to decorate it.

“What colours should we get, Maxy?” Daniel asked excitedly, he was looking around with wide eyes, hands clasped in front of him as if to keep himself in check and not touch anything. Max thought that was fair because there were quite a few things in the store that looked breakable if you even looked at them too long. 

“How did you even know about this store?”

“Sophie suggested it.” Daniel was biting his cuticle again, looking at Max as if he was waiting for him to disagree with the shop choice. Max shrugged, if his mother suggested it, then it more than likely had what they were looking for.

“I dunno. Maybe gold, I think?” Max said, answering the original question as his way of confirming that he didn’t mind the shop.

“Yeah, but gold and what? We can’t just have a gold tree, Maxy.” Daniel teased, a grin on his face and a sparkle in his eye. Max smiled back helplessly and shrugged.

“I dunno, red maybe?”

“Gold and red it is!” Daniel sauntered off, looking at everything with a bit of childlike wonder. Every now and again he would zero in on something as if listening, before walking over to far corners of the shop and picking things up. 

Max wandered around as well, picking up little knick knacks style ornaments that caught his eye. Things he thought Daniel would enjoy as well. He made a small offering pile at the cash register. Similar to the piles of dead things the cats used to leave him. Max smiled at that.

Daniel wandered over eventually with a small shopping cart filled with decorations. All in their own packaging, it looked overwhelming. But Max trusted that Daniel knew what they were for. He watched as Daniel took in the small pile of trinkets. His eyes furrowed then widened in happiness. He looked to Max in confirmation that he could touch one.

Daniel took a small cat ornament into his hand, it was gold and shimmered in the lights.

“This is Sassy.” Daniel smiled then picked up the almost identical red ornament. “And Jimmy.” he looked up at Max through his lashes before looking back through the rest of the trinkets selected by Max. There was a paper plane and a bird. Daniel felt a flutter in his chest, he was touched.

He noticed the display that Max had apparently taken the ornaments from and scanned it quickly. His honey orbs locked on one in the shape of a car, it wasn't a race car but it reminded Daniel of that day in the mountains more than anything. And it was blue. 

He placed it in the pile and watched as Max took it in and a smile slid on his face as he placed the memory as well. There was a small blush on Max’s face as he put the car back within the group of red and gold. Daniel felt his heart swoop in his chest. Oh no.

He bit his cuticles as Max paid for everything, trying to not wince at the total price of the haul. Max didn't bat an eyelash so Daniel would try to not make a thing about it.

They managed to fit the bags in the car and Max led Daniel around the shopping center in search of a restaurant to have lunch at. They got a seat on the patio of a bistro and Max pulled out Daniel's chair for him.

“There's a Christmas market being set up, we can go there if you want?” Max asked offhandedly, skimming through the menu. Daniel looked over at him with a smile.

“That would be fun, we could go when everyone comes? The boys would love it.” Daniel rested his head on his upturned palm. Max tried his damnedest to barely look at Daniel more than a glance. He knew he would stare otherwise.

“Yes, that sounds good, I think. We could do it and the tree lighting maybe.”

“Ace!” Daniel grinned then placed his order when the waiter came by. Daniel tried to ignore how domestic it felt, having lunch at a restaurant with Max. It felt like a date almost, but Daniel wasn't going to think too deeply about it.

It would be what Michelle always called a ‘day date' (not really) where you run an errand and maybe get a meal. And you talk and enjoy each other's presence. If this were a date (it wasn't) then this would be a nice one. Daniel would still tell Michelle about it, but he'll make sure she knows that it was all platonic and non-date-like.

They continued to chat about the upcoming holiday season and all the things Daniel wanted to do for the boys. It was a lovely afternoon, the air was getting cooler and Daniel knew soon he wouldn't want to come outside without a hoodie. As it stood, he was ok right now as long as the sun stayed out.

There was a stiff breeze and Daniel shivered, his oversized T-shirt no match for the cooler seabreeze. Max's laugh rang out happily as he noticed. 

“Daniel it's not even that cold yet.” Max teased. Daniel smiled sheepishly and shrugged.

“I'm baby ok!” Daniel complained with a pout. He watched as Max stood from his seat and took off the lightweight cardigan he had been wearing over his tshirt. The same cardigan Daniel had teased him for wearing, citing that he didn't need anything for the current temperature. Daniel had gone to Jimmy and Sassy and ‘whispered’ conspiratorially that he was better at Max in the cold.

Daniel's face reddened as Max dropped the body warmed fabric over his shoulders. It smelled like Max's cologne and deodorant. He looked up at Max's crinkley eyed smile, back lit by the bright blue sky and reminded himself multiple times that this wasn't a date. Max was just a nice, lovely, considerate person.

This wasn't a date, this was just friends getting lunch. Friends who happened to live together– temporarily. 

“Thank you Maxy.” Daniel said shyly. This wasn't a date.

“Oh, of course, it is no problem, Daniel.” Max said, slipping back into his chair. His shoulders seemed to broaden and get bigger now that they weren't being hidden by his sweater. Daniel looked away from Max's chest and biceps that were now indecently front and center. This wasn't a date.

But if it was, it would be simply lovely.

Part 17

[teejaystumbles]

I’m really curious about kaleidoscope and blank paper! Maybe you can pick one for me? (Or both, both is good.)

Ohoho, so one is Dreamling, and the other is actually an old attempt at a FrostIron fanfiction I never finished because it was before I "properly" started writing. I can give you both :)

Kaleidoscope - Hob takes Daniel out to dinner

“You look very nice.” “Thank you. You as well.” Hob gave an awkward laugh. “I’ve been told that I clean up nicely if I make an effort. Thanks.” Daniel hummed and gave him a small smile, his eyes soft around the edges. “You’ve always been very handsome, Hob. You don’t strike me as a man who cares what others think. Why the sudden self-consciousness?” Hob inhaled sharply and leaned back in his chair. He suppressed the urge to tuck on his ear. “Well, it’s you, you know? You’re,” he swallowed again around the lump stuck in his throat, “you’re beautiful. People are looking at you and think you’re a model or some star from telly, and I’m just some guy in a suit.” It was a nice suit, to be fair, slate-grey and well-cut, but Hob still felt like people would surely see how far out of his league Daniel was. Part of him preened itself on the knowledge that Dream was here with him of all people, because he wanted to be. A different part waited anxiously for the other shoe to drop, for Daniel to stand up and disappear, to realise that Hob was just a man, nothing special, and not worthy of his time. Daniel frowned. “Hob. You are more than ‘just some guy’. You cannot know, but these people,” he looked around at the other guests of the restaurant, a lot of them trying to unobtrusively stare at them, “can you guess what their daydreams look like right now?” Hob snorted. “I can guess, alright.” Daniel, glittering like a beautiful snowflake, a prince among peasants, smiling at them over one shoulder, granting them a touch, maybe even a kiss- Hob stopped his train of thought, heat rushing through him. Daniel’s eyes glinted like cut emeralds and Hob could have sworn he saw him blush the tiniest bit.

Blank Paper - a FrostIron (Loki/Tony) story set after Avengers. Loki, about to be exiled to Midgard without his powers, has annoyed Odin into smacking him so hard with Gungnir that he loses his memory

“Can you tell me your name?” the man asked. He opened his mouth to reply – but didn't know how to answer. He frowned. His name? His name... “I...” he croaked, searching for words in the depth of his mind. Everything was still so dark, and empty. He felt... empty. “I don't... know...” It felt as if he had forgotten something terribly important, but he couldn't grasp it. Like a vast black mirror his mind stretched out around him, and all that he could see in its reflection was himself, only the outline of a person in the darkness, hollow, empty, alone. He started to shiver, felt nausea overtaking him, the pain in his head suddenly increasing, making it reel. He let his eyes fall closed again. He wanted to sleep. But the man wouldn't let him. “Hey, wake up. You have to stay awake. Come on, look at me. Hey!” A calloused big hand cradled his cheek, slapping it slightly to make him open his eyes again. He obeyed and looked up at the young blonde again. “You probably have a concussion, it might cause serious damage to your brain if you fall asleep now. So don't,” he heard him say, and thought that that sounded like a good reason to stay awake. But he was so tired... “Tell... me...” he managed to croak out, “tell me what... happened...” “Um, well... you, you just appeared out of nowhere, like, like a shooting star or something, and you crashed into our backyard...” the man started explaining, gesticulating wildly to illustrate his words. “I, uh, I know this sounds crazy but, you kinda crash-landed right into our camp fire, and we had to, uh, drag your burning ass from the flames. I mean, have you ever heard of something like that, man? Where did you come from, did you fall from a plane or something?” He slowly tried to take in all that the man had said, tried making sense of it, but he didn't understand it more than the other. He blinked a few times, trying to stay awake. He fell...? Yes, there was something there that he remembered, the sensation of falling, falling through darkness... but why? Falling from where? He shook his head lightly in irritation and almost immediately regretted it as his head started to spin violently again. “I... I don't remember.. anything.”

There would follow a kind of coffeeshop AU-esque story with an amnesiac Loki serving Tony Stark coffee, who almost has a heart attack and a fit and then tries to figure out what happened together with Loki but I never got that far haha

[magicalrocketships]

I've seen this around a bit, and I don't know where it's from but I wanted to ask you anyway! Can you share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic? Would love to see it/them :)

Ooooh, I love this!!

I have got some cut bits, but they're from a fic I haven't finished writing yet, and I might still slot them in. But here's a couple of little bits from languishing fic files that haven't (yet) come to anything:

This one, from a secret-omega-Max fic:

Max's drug test comes back... Wrong. 

It ends up on Christian's desk fairly early on in the day, a paper file marked urgent, confidential, no copies allowed. It's taped shut with an unbroken seal. 

Christian locks his door, breaks the seal, and spends the next five minutes staring at a sheet of paper that outlines Max's failed drug test and the reasons why. 

Afterwards, he methodically shreds each of the pages, including the file and the remains of the confidential seal. He waits for Hamish to come by his office. He doesn't use his phone or his email to call him down. 

"They'll make it go away?" he asks, when Hamish has come inside, locked the door, and sat down. 

Hamish writes something on a piece of paper. Slides it across the desk.

Christian looks at it. That's a lot of money. He nods. Shreds the note. 

Hamish looks back at him from the doorway. "Did you know?"

Christian shakes his head. "No," he says. "Get Max on a plane."

Hamish nods. He leaves. 

///

and this one, which was... something that didn't turn into a kinkmeme fic:

Max sees Daniel for the first time in weeks at the Australian Grand Prix. She's laughing, which is good, all cheerful and bright and funny. She doesn't look as hollow around the eyes as she had at the end of last season. She doesn't look as skinny as she had at the car launch a few weeks ago. 

She's also skipped wearing the sports bra she normally wears in favour of an actual bra, because fuck, Daniel has tits. 

It's not like Max hasn't always known Daniel had tits, but most of the time he's trained himself to forget. 

The first time had been an accident. Drunk. Max on his knees in Daniel's hotel room bed, Daniel kneeling over him, rubbing her cunt over Max's dick but not letting him inside, arms wrapped around Max's shoulders. Max's face buried in Daniel's tits. Max giving in to it, to being held like this, to being teased like this. His mouth finding its way to Daniel's tit. 

[punchyfeeley]

whatcha working on lately? what cool new analysis are you writing? what are your deep thoughts yet to be written?

When writers you admire ask what you’re writing <3

I just finished (for now- I think I’ll go back and break it down into something new eventually) a paper on Crip and Jew Temporalities or in less obnoxious academic language: the way we think about and experience time as Jews and Disabled people. One day I’ll write a more fun paper about just the trippy weirdness or even all the lovely and liberating facets of Jew and crip time, but this time I found myself (understandably) wrapped up in how the ways we think about time and our place within it can keep us back from liberation.

Because this is how my brain works, here is how it began:

“It is the mythic South that is barren, and the present South that clings to those myths. The South of which I write is far from physically barren, marked by its lush humidity. There is heat here, and wetness, and where these exist, life will also be, and where life, spirit…Regeneration cannot occur through arid myths...Neither will cultivation occur, though, from under the mastery by poor whites, as Mencken feared, for privileging dries the marrow from within the branches. The verdant South is of its own wetness; it is as pungent as the woods after a June rain.” From This Corner of Canaan by Reta Ugena Whitlock

"Israel has reinvented the ghetto, and embedded itself in the irrational exaltation of a mythical past. It perceives its future only in the intoxication of its strength, its proud isolation defended by tanks and fighter planes" From Revolutionary Yiddishland

"How can we wear the mantle of the martyred ghetto Jew? / We turned our backs on everything that brought our people through...But the thing you hate in others is the thing you hate in you...And we will all have to learn it anew / not only as a victim but a perpetrator too." From Daniel Khan's song "Jew in You"

"I am starting to worry that, too often, what comes after crip is a claim to innocence. In refusing the ableist stance that people are to blame for their illnesses and impairments...are we too easily making claims to innocence? Are we dismantling the structure of blame, or simply leaving it intact for others?" Alison Kafer, After Crip, Crip Afters

So I wrote about that. About time and how we imagine ourselves within it. About ideas of victimhood, innocence, and care predicated upon ideas of deservedness. If you or anyone else is interested in the paper, I'm happy to share. Though I recognize it is as my mother told me "a bit niche". Before this I wrote about Jewish rationalism, superstition, and misogyny which was arguably more niche? Anyway I genuinely wouldn't be writing about this if not for your writing so thank you again for that!

I wrote a bunch of short papers about nature vs society as a false dualism and racism, citizenship and the law. They're all interconnected and I'm thinking about salvaging them for parts and making something new.

[lcveblossomed]

"I'm basically the only reason the wrestling team guys and the football guys are getting into colleges." All the talk about the cosmic reason why the plane had crashed as on her mind. She's staring at their makeshift fire and guilt is eating her up. "I started writing papers for people freshman year. You pay more you get a better grade I don't think a single one of those guys has written a paper in four years. The GPA of the whole school will probably drop because those assholes will have to remember which version of there to use in a sentence." Saying that makes her smile makes her laugh a little. "They're so screwed."

open || louanne daniels duncan

[mysticalnightenthusiast]

S.N.A.F.U CH78 ‘Presents’

A/N1:  Sorry for the huge gap since the last update peoples, life got busy with uni and exams and I lost the motivation to write recreationally.  I hope you enjoy this installment of Daniel and Eadaoin’s story!

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After lunch everyone help wash up and Eadaoin put the plum pudding in the oven, the two families then made their way into the lounge room led by an excited Isaac and Isabella.

“Okay okay okay who first?” Daniel asked no one in particular.

“MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” the two youngsters squealed loudly.

“Ehi, non così forte!” (Hey! Not so loud!) Michelle scolded “sit quietly first okay?”

“But Mamaaaaaa-” Isaac began “it’s Christmas!”

“And it will be for hours yet mister,” Michelle said amused by her son’s excitement.

“C’mon kiddo let’s sit by the tree, it’s too early to make Mum grumpy,” Daniel told his nephew with a grin “do you and Izzy want to help give the presents out?”

“Oh wow can we?”

“Sure thing but you have to be calm, where should we start?””

“Eadie!” Isabella exclaimed “she’s got lots and lots of presents!”

“I do?” Eadaoin asked in amusement as she dropped down beside the Christmas tree “from whom?”

“Everyone!” Isabella replied happily “Mamma, Papa, Nonna, Nonna, Bisnonna and Bisnonno...”

“The entire Ricciardo family?” Daniel asked Grace with a raised eyebrow.

“Yup, both sets of your grandparents, your father and I, Michelle.  Charlie, Guilia....”

“Giulia’s Mum’s sister and Charlie is Dad’s brother,” Daniel explained to Eadaoin “no wonder you needed a forklift for all your luggage Mum your stuff alone probably came on its own plane.”

“Cheeky!”

“Everyone back home wanted to give you and Danny joint presents,” Joe added as Isaac and Isabella dragged a large circular and apparently heavy present toward Eadaoin “That round one is from Charlie and his wife Gia and its homegrown you could say.”

“You open it,” Daniel urged Eadaoin with a smile “I’ll open the next one.”

Eadaoin gently took the enormous disc shaped present and began unwrapping it; soon she was surrounded by an enormous pile of festive wrapping paper and even more bubble wrap.  Daniel pulled it away and revealed an enormous disc of eucalyptus wood with ‘L'amore inizia a casa: Daniel e Eadaoin’ (Love begins at home-Daniel and Eadaoin) burnt into it in elaborate cursive script. On the back was a thick plaited length of wire that would allow the sign to be hung up.

“Oh wow it’s so....beautiful!” Eadaoin exclaimed “Love start-begins at home?  Did I get that right?”

“You did,” Joe replied “the wood comes from an enormous Blue Gum that got hit by lightning at the farm back in September.  Charlie helped me cut it up and Gia who is an art teacher put the inscription and wire on the back.  Also giving wood as a housewarming present is somewhat if an Italian tradition and Charlie in particular wanted you and Danny to have a bit of Australia with you wherever you decided to put down some roots.”

“That’s really quite sweet!” Eadaoin replied thickly “I’ll be sure to send them a thankyou note.”

“Next one!” Isaac announced excitedly pushing a rectangular box wrapped in paper covered in Kangaroos wearing Santa hats toward Daniel “this one’s from Tia Guilia and Uncle Paul!”

Daniel carefully unwrapped the package to reveal a box that contained an altar candle on it with “Daniel and Eadaoin Home Sweet Home” printed on it and a tiny little model of a house broom.  The broom prompted the curly haired driver to burst into amused laughter.

“A broom?” Eadaoin questioned in amused confusion.

“Yeah it’s another traditional Italian housewarming gift,” Daniel explained “its supposed to be for sweeping any evil or negativity that tries to enter a new home and the candle is supposed to remind new home owners to always keep light in their lives.  You know that red candle I have on the kitchen sideboard in the Monaco place and the blue one on the lounge coffee table at the Chelsea place??”

“Yeah.”

“Mum and Dad gave me those when I first bought those places. I’ve done the same for friends that have bought new places.  When Max bought his first ever place in Monaco I got him one in the colours of the Dutch flag.” Daniel explained “Guilia has a small side business making candles and wax melts, those sorts of things and she would have made this one.”

“Next one next one next one!” Isabella exclaimed excitedly.

“Who’s this one from sweetheart?” Eadaoin asked as Isabella gave her a heavy rectangular box.

“Bisnonna!”

“Dad’s Mum,” Daniel explained “knowing Nonna this will be the most Italian gift ever.”

Eadaoin opened the box to reveal a little care package of sorts.  A bottle of home made red wine, a bottle of wax sealed rosemary olive oil, a small package of dried pasta and some rock salt in a little hessian bag tied with a ribbon in the colours of the Italian flag.

“Two glasses of that stuff and you’ll be on the floor.” Michelle said at once “Nonno’s Lambrusco would drop an elephant.”

“Nah you’re just a lightweight,” Daniel teased.

“Oh bite me.”

“Nonno used to make his own wine before his hands got too arthritic,” Daniel told Eadaoin “and ‘chell’s right its strong stuff.  This bottle would be at least ten years old. Don’t drink it quickly of you’ll start questioning your life choices.”

“Giving wine, salt and olive oil are also traditional housewarming gifts in Italian culture,” Joe explained “the pasta is from my mother, she still makes it fresh but had to dry this lot for it to be able to get through customs. And the oil is from the batch she made last year.”

“I’ll definitely thank her both directly,” Eadaoin promised.

“Bisnonna’s pasta is yummy Edie, Nonno always burps after eating some,” Isabella piped up “it’s really loud.”

“There looks to be enough pasta here for two people, maybe after all the Christmas leftovers are gone we can eat it,” Eadaoin suggested.

“Sounds good,” Daniel replied “what’s next?”

The next present was from Graces parents and also contained a bottle of olive oil and salt and a handwritten recipe for bread.

“Its another Italian tradition to give bread as a housewarming present but Mum knew that a loaf wouldn’t be allowed through customs so she gifted the recipe she uses to make it herself,” Grace explained to Eadaoin who was reading the recipe that was totally written in Italian.

Eadaoin’s eyes prickled with unshed tears as she took in the thoughtful gift.

“Oh wow that’s really thoughtful!” she said thickly “I’m going to have to study a bit harder or I’ll misinterpret the recipe and blow up the kitchen.”

“I’ll help,” Daniel promised “I used to help Nonna make bread all the time when I was a kid.”

“Who next kiddo?” Eadaoin asked Isaac who was bouncing excitedly on the spot and looking between Grace and Daniel.

“Go on Tesoro” (sweetheart) Grace said with a grin as Isaac eagerly grabbed a large medium sized package from under the tree.

“This next one is for you honey but your father and I talked to Donnacha and Roisin about putting it together,” Grace informed her son “they’ve done something similar for Eadaoin.”

“We’ll explain when Eadie receives hers,” Donnacha added “everything will make sense then”

Daniel took the package from Isaac and began unwrapping it. Soon he held a large wooden covered photo album on his lap with “Daniel Joseph” embossed in elaborate gold leaf script.

“This looks like our family bible,” he commented with a chuckle as he opened the cover.

“Ah you don’t get one of those til you get married.” Grace said with a grin.

“Muuuuuu-”

“I know I know, go on open it” Grace urged “the whole family contributed to this one.”

Daniel opened the front of the album and on the first page was a photo of Grace holding a freshly born Daniel in a hospital bed and a replica of his birth certificate.

“Oh my god my face looks like a dropped pie!” he exclaimed “I’ve not seen this one before.”

“It’s a copy of the first one in your baby album,” Grace said.

Daniel flicked through each page of the album that showed photos of Daniel in each year of his life from birth, all throughout his schooling and karting years right up to his most recent birthday posing with the cake McLaren had made for the occasion.

“You had a pierced ear?” Eadaoin asked in amusement as the curly haired driver showed her a photo of him at his 17th birthday “that is so daggy!”

“It wasn’t the most fashionable thing I’ve ever done,” Daniel admitted as everyone laughed “I got a nice long lecture from Nonna about what was appropriate for a ‘good Italian boy’ the first time she saw it.  ‘chelle thought it was hilarious.”

“Mum and Nonna had a fit when they saw it,” Michelle with a giggle “he got chewed out for having it done than I got chewed out for encouraging it and going with him to get it done.  Dad thought it was hilarious.”

Joe snorted.

“Well it was pretty funny,” he admitted “it’s probably the most rebellious thing Dan ever did aside from being a constant smart mouth to one of the nuns in high school.”

“Oh Sister Patricia?” Daniel piped up “sour old bitch.” He added under his breath.

“Everyone was a smart mouth to Sister Patricia,” Michelle said “grumpy old goat she was.”

“Alright let’s move on who’s next?” Daniel asked.

“Eadie!” Isabella exclaimed pulling an identical present to the one Daniel received from under the tree.

“This is from your Dad and I but everyone in the family and Danny contributed,” Roisin told her daughter.

Eadaoin gently unwrapped the present to reveal an identical photo album with ‘Eadaoin Niamh’ engraved on the front, like Daniel’s it contained dozens of photos from her birth, each birthday, school and university graduations copies of her birth certificate and University parchments and even a photo of her and Daniel at her most recent birthday in Austin that Eadaoin knew Michael had taken on Daniel’s mobile phone.

“Oh I love that photo!” Eadaoin exclaimed thickly a lump forming in her throat “Michael did such a great job considering he was wasted and couldn’t get the focus settings right.”

“I chipped in that one,” Daniel confessed with a smile.

“We have another copy upstairs if you want to frame it and put it on the mantel piece,” Donnacha informed his emotional daughter “your Mam and I have a copy on our mantelpiece back home.”

Eadaoin got up from her place on the floor and made her way over to her parents, embracing them both hard.

“Thank you,” she murmured a tear or two leaking out of her eyes

“We know photo albums and actual photos are old school but there’s something nice about sitting down and looking at a physical album,” Grace said as Eadaoin pulled a tissue from her bra and wiped her eyes “your parents and Joe and I thought you and Daniel would like a physical reminder of your lives right up until you met and thought from here on out you could start your own album that documents your life together.”

Eadaoin made her way over to Grace and hugged the older woman.

“Thank you,” she murmured moving on to hug Joe next “it’s the best present ever!” 

“Ah you haven’t seen what Danny’s gotten you yet,” Donnacha joked “he looks more excited than Isaac and Isabella do.”

“Uncle Daniel’s got ants in his pants!” Isaac declared loudly as the curly haired driver eagerly reached for a large box marked for Eadaoin.

“Uncle Daniel’s always got ants in his pants,” Eadaoin joked ruffling Isaac’s hair “it’s not just at Christmas he doesn’t sit still.”

“Yeah yeah my turn,” Daniel grumbled the hint of a smile playing upon his lips “this is for you.”

“Hold on sis is this something you should be opening in front of the in-laws?” Cahir piped up with a snort.

“Póg mo thóin,” (kiss my arse) Eadaoin muttered her face turning a magnificent shade of scarlet “idiot.”

Eadaoin carefully unwrapped the gift Daniel gave her to reveal a plain cardboard box she opened that to reveal a plain black bag that was unmistakably a helmet case.

“You got me a helmet?” she exclaimed happily.

“Have a look and see.”

Eadaoin unzipped the case and pulled out a spectacularly decorated racing helmet, it was various shades of metallic and glitter colours and featured Irish Shamrocks in the shape of a map of Australia, beach scenes and in the most delicate script across the bottom under the visor was Níos Láidre le Chéile (Stronger Together).  Her jaw fell open and she gasped in amazement.

“Oh wow Eadie that’s super pretty!” Isabella exclaimed.

“I asked Cahir and your parents about what they thought you’d like on your own helmet and together with what I know you like came up with this,” Daniel explained as Eadaoin inspected the helmet closely “so now you don’t have to use those manky hire ones when you go karting.”

Eadaoin burst into a million dollar smile and leaned forward to kiss him on the lips.

“So when are we going Karting?” she asked brightly.

“When the weather warms up, or we can go to Dubai before pre-season testing starts and go there” Daniel suggested with a wink.

“Sounds good.”

Daniel also gifted Eadaoin a diamond bracelet that matched the ring he gave her that morning then the redhead joined him in sitting in the giant bean bag they had bought in Los Angeles to watch everyone else receive their gifts.

“This is the best Christmas ever,” Eadaoin murmured turning her head and sneaking a kiss when everyone’s attention was on Isaac who was babbling excitedly about a Lego kit Grace and Joe had gifted him “I want to do this every year.”

Daniel grinned.

“Maybe next year we’ll do it at the farm?” he suggested as Isabella squealed excitedly about the Cabbage Patch doll he and Eadaoin had given her ���I want to show you everything at home, introduce you to everyone.”

“Parade me about?” Eadaoin asked in a low voice.

Daniel chuckled.

“Of course,” he murmured as Michelle opened up her present from them, a Swarovski crystal frog and a pair of diamond studs “any bloke with you on their arm would be stupid not to, d'you have any idea what my street cred is going to be like when I go home with you?”

Eadaoin rolled her eyes.

“You’re a crazy man,” she said tiredly sinking into his warm embrace “god I am so tired”

“We can go to bed after dessert,” Daniel suggested as Cahir unwrapped a leather bound diary with his name embossed on the front he and Eadaoin had given him “not much longer.”

After gift giving the combined families gathered back at the dining table for dessert.  Much jovial conversation was had til after the meal and Grace noticed Eadaoin’s exhaustion.

“Edie honey are you alright?” the elder Ricciardo asked in concern as Eadaoin began loading the dishwasher with the latest dishes “you look exhausted.”

“I am exhausted,” the redhead admitted “jetlag and Christmas festivities don’t really mix.”

Grace pried the bowl she was holding from her hand and chivvied her toward Daniel who had just entered the kitchen carrying a tray of used cutlery.

“Daniel take Eadaoin upstairs to bed,” she said “she’s exhausted.”

“B-but we have the after dessert movie tradition!” Eadaoin protested weakly “and there are so many more dishes to do-”

“Sweetheart you’re so tired you’re not going to make it through the opening credits,” Grace pointed out “you’ve already done so much for us and both you and Daniel are dead on your feet.  Both of you go to bed.  We can finish up for you.”

“Yeah sis go to bed,” Cahir added as he came into the kitchen with some stacked glasses “we’ve got everything here.”

“You all really don’t mind?” Eadaoin asked tiredly.

“If we did I wouldn’t have suggested it,” Grace relied embracing her “go rest up and we’ll see you in the morning.”

“Thanks Mum you’re a star,” Daniel said gratefully.

“That’s alright honey, you’ve done so much to look after us now its our turn to look after you go on scoot.”

Daniel and Eadaoin bade everyone goodnight then made their way up to their bedroom where they started getting ready for bed.”

“I love your Mum she’s awesome,” Eadaoin said kicking off her shoes.

“Yeah she’s pretty good,” Daniel replied leaving his clothes in a messy pile on the floor and getting into bed “oh god what a busy few weeks, I’m dead!”

Eadaoin turned off the light and joined the curly haired driver under the covers.

“This has been the best Christmas ever,” she murmured snuggling into his muscular bulk “I don’t think it could have been any more perfect.”

“I agree,” Daniel replied sleepily, pressing a kiss to her forehead “fuck I forgot to give you your present!”

“That can wait til the morning,” Eadaoin told him with a grin “I want to be wide awake when I open whatever you’ve given me.”

Daniel nuzzled into the side of her neck.

“Good because you’ll need to be,” he said “but sleep first.”

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[deadsetobsessions]

AU List

Hello! Welcome! This is my attempt at keeping the AU's boiuncing around in my head in order. They should be mostly in chronological order.

Some of them are getting turned into full length fics! The list (and it's open to suggestions) can be found here: Fic List

A couple of things:

Please feel free to write your own fics based on any of these! No need to ask, simply link it so I can also read it <3

If you have any specific scenarios you have an idea for and would like me to write- my asks/prompts are always open! I can't guarantee quality as I do most of my writing at like, 3 AM but I'll try my best!

I don't condone racism, bigotry, homophobia, etc.. I do not welcome it here. I acknowledge that I have biases that I've yet to unlearn. If there's something that makes you feel unwelcome in the things I write, please let me know and I will fix it ASAP.

I write these mostly on little to no sleep (that’s when I get creative I guess?) so good luck.

Update: Apparently you can have too many links on one post (which was news to me) so the links are in the titles lol

Squatter!Danny Phantom Raises Tim

Tim 'self-preservation instinct of a wet paper bag' finds Danny Phantom squatting in his house as an injured vigilante and they immediately adopt each other.

Ghost King and the Justice League

Different scenarios where the Justice League (and extensions) deal with a Ghost King Danny Phantom, who generally just wants to get some sleep and avoid his paperwork like he avoids his problems- actively and indiscriminately.

Alcoholic! Danny Adopts Jason Todd (Fic)

Danny Phantom, a struggling alcoholic, finds his way into Gotham where he adopts a young Jason Todd... after accidentally making a name for himself, again.

Spider in Gotham (Fic)

Peter Parker found himself unceremoniously dumped into Gotham and merged with his younger, formerly dead, alternate self.

Gotham! Danny and His Bats

Different scenarios wherein which Danny Phantom is Gotham's city spirit and the task of wrangling Gotham's vigilante and villainous population is laid at his feet.

Danny in Gotham

Somehow, somewhen, Danny finds himself moving to Gotham. Other than the aesthetics, Danny finds it to be pretty similar to Amity Park's insanity.

Sea Cryptic!Danny Phantom

Danny Phantom cleans beaches in his off time. One day, he has to pick Batman (and his plane that was littered all over the ocean floor) out of the sea.

Danny Gets Yeeted (Yoted?) Into Gotham

Danny Phantom dented the Batmobile and got an adoption, vigilante siblings, and a gang of kids following him for his troubles/

Danielle "Dani/Ellie" Phantom

Danielle Phantom travelled to Gotham. Gotham encounters a wild Danny amidst its tall towers.

Timothy Drake-Centric

When Tim Drake is set on something, very little can stop him, With sub catergories : Reincarnated as Gamer! Timmy Drake (fem Tim)(Fic) and New Tim-line, Who Dis?

Reincarnated as Damian Wayne's Older Sister

Based on a nightmare, an OC finds themself reincarnated as Damian Wayne's older sister. She does not have a good time.

Prompts Found

A collection of prompts found and filled. Includes Triplet Tim and Reverse Trope Prompt.

Misc. ficlets and thoughts

My brain vs. whatever errant thoughts and ideas that decided to pop up when I'm trying to sleep.

[theculturedmarxist]

On a warm autumn afternoon, I sat with Daniel Ellsberg on the deck next to his house. The San Francisco Bay shimmered off in the distance behind him. It was 2021, and more than 50 years had passed since Ellsberg — risking prison for the rest of his life — had provided the New York Times and other newspapers with 7,000 pages of top-secret documents that quickly became known as the Pentagon Papers. From then on, he continued to speak, write, and protest as a tireless antiwar activist.

I asked what the impacts would likely be if pictures of people killed by the U.S. military’s bombing campaigns were on the front pages of American newspapers.

“I am in favor, unreservedly, of making people aware what the human consequences are of what we’re doing — where we are killing people, what the real interests appear to be involved, who is benefiting from this, what are the circumstances of the killing,” Ellsberg replied. “I want that to come out. It is not impossible, especially [with] social media, where people can be their own investigative journalists and they can get it out and so forth. Where I have been somewhat disillusioned is not to think that can’t help, but to be aware it’s very far from being a guarantee that anything will change. There’s no question that the media, like the government, collaborates in keeping this from the [public’s] awareness and attention — and that, to some extent, is surely to the credit of the American people, who are surely less responsible having been lied to, than the ones doing the lying. But why were they lied to? How much would they do if they weren’t lied to?”

Ellsberg died today from pancreatic cancer, at the age of 92. While he is best known as the whistleblower who gave the Pentagon Papers about the Vietnam War to the world, he went on for 52 years to expose other types of secrets — including hidden truths about the psychology and culture of U.S. militarism. His stunning intellect and vast knowledge of the American warfare state were combined with great reservoirs of emotional depth and human compassion, enabling him to lay bare the social pressures and fear operating within the media and politics of a country addicted to waging aggressive war. After his disclosure in early March that he was diagnosed with terminal cancer, media coverage of him and his life was extensive. Yet the public discourse scarcely touched on core aspects of the ongoing “war on terror” that he explored when we spoke for an interview that appears in my new book, “War Made Invisible.”

Ellsberg talked about differences between media coverage of September 11 and, later, the U.S. military’s “shock and awe” missile attack on Baghdad that began the Iraq invasion. In response to the horrors of 9/11, he recalled, the Times “did something very dramatic. They ran a picture, a head picture, of each person who had been killed — with some anecdotes from their neighbors, their friends, and their family. This person liked to skydive, or this person liked to play in a band, or little anecdotes about what made them human, what people remembered about them in particular, very gripping, very moving.”

After the Iraq War began, Ellsberg had an idea: “Imagine if the Times were to run a page or two of photographs of the people who burned on the night of ‘shock and awe.’ … It wouldn’t be that hard, if you were on the ground, we weren’t then but we were later, to find the people who were relatives of those people. And say, look, each one had friends, had parents, had children, had relatives — each one had made their mark in some little way in the world until that moment when they were killed — and these were the people we killed, and these were the people who were dying under the bombing, exactly as in our case, where two planes filled with gas burned two buildings.” But such U.S. media coverage was unthinkable. “Of course it’s never happened — nothing like it,” Ellsberg noted.

Looking back at patterns of American attitudes toward war deaths, Ellsberg was not optimistic: “It’s fair to say, as a first approximation, that the public doesn’t show any effective concern for the number of people we kill in these wars. At most, they are concerned about the American casualties, especially if they’re too many. They will put up, to an almost surprising degree, [with] a considerable level of American casualties, but especially if they’re going down and especially if the president can claim success in what he was trying to do. But in terms of people killed in the course of that, the media don’t really ask the question, the public doesn’t ask the question of the media, and when it does come out, one way or another, occasionally, nothing much changes.”

What is concealed from Americans, he went on, “is that they are citizens of an empire, they are in the core of an empire that feels itself as having the right to determine who governs other countries, and if we don’t approve of them because of their effect on corporate interests, or their refusal to give us bases, or through pipelines of a kind that we need, we feel absolutely right and capable of removing them, of regime change.”

Ellsberg added, “Virtually every president tells us, or reassures us, that we are a very peace-loving people, very slow to go to war, very reluctant, perhaps too slow in some cases, but very determined once we’re in, but it takes a lot to get us to accept the idea of going to war, that that’s not our normal state. That of course does go against the fact that we’ve been at war almost continuously. … That there is deception, that the public is evidently misled by it early in the game, in the approach to the war, in a way that encourages them to accept a war and support a war, is the reality. How much of a role does the media actually play in this, in deceiving the public, and how difficult is it to deceive the public? I would say, as a former insider, one becomes aware: It’s not difficult to deceive them. First of all, you’re often telling them what they would like to believe — that we’re better than other people, we are superior in our morality and our perceptions of the world.”

This article is an adapted excerpt from the new book “War Made Invisible: How America Hides the Human Toll of its Military Machine,” by Norman Solomon (The New Press, June 2023).

[2000s-music-tourney]

Here are the entries to the 2000s tourney:

Pokerface by Lady Gaga

Welcome to the Black Parade by My Chemical Romance

Toxic by Britney Spears

Sk8ter Boi by Avril Lavigne

All my Life by Foo Fighters

American Idiot by Green Day

1985 by Bowling for Soup

Take Me Out by Franz Ferdinand

Somebody Told Me by the Killers

Hey There Delilah by Plain White Tees

Feel Good Inc by the Gorillaz

Sugar we're goin down by Fallout Boy

Brave as a noun by AJJ

Hot N Cold by Katy Perry

Single Ladies (Put a Ring On It) by Beyonce

The Dog Days are Over by Florence + the Machine

Seven Nation Army by White Stripes

Kryptonite by 3 Doors Down

She Hates Me by Puddle Of Mudd

Stacy's Mom by Fountains for Wayne

All the Small Things By Blink 182

Since U Been Gone by Kelly Clarkson

Hurt by Johnny Cash

Hey Ya by Outkast

Rehab by Amy Winehouse

Stan by Eminem

Do you realize by The Flaming Lips

Sexyback by Justin Timberlake

Party in the USA by Miley Cyrus

Drops of Jupiter (Tell Me) by Train

Californication by the Red Hot Chili Peppers

Fireflies by Owl City

TiK ToK by Ke$ha

Gives you Hell by All American Rejects

Paper Planes by M.I.A.

Can't get you out of my head by Kylie Monogue

I write sins not tragedies by Panic! At the Disco

Short Skirt/Long Jacket by CAKE

Teenage Dirtbag by Wheatus

Bring Me to Life by Evanescence

Before he cheats by Carrie Underwood

Vida La Vida by Coldplay

Photograph by Nickelback

99 Problems by Jay-Z

Hash Pipe by Weezer

A Thousand Miles by Vanessa Carlton

Love Story by Taylor Swift

Unwell by MatchBox Twenty

Yeah! by Usher

Dilemma by Nelly and Kelly Rowland

Beautiful by Christina Aguilera

My Hips Don't Lie by Shakira

I gotta Feeling by Black Eyed Peas

Hollaback Girl by Gwen Stefani

Watcha Say by Jason Derulo

Drop it like it's Hot by Snoop Dogg

Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield

Numb by Linkin Park

Umbrella by Rihanna

Crazy in Love by Beyonce and Jay Z

How to Save a Life by The Fray

Get the Party Started by P!nk

Survivor By Destiny's Child

Everytime we touch by Cascada

Beautiful Girls by Sean Kingston

Bad day by Daniel Powter

Chop Suey By System of a Down

I'm Yours by Jason Mraz

Crazy by Gnarls Barkley

The Middle by Jimmy Eat World

Harder Better Faster Stronger by Daft Punk

Chewing Gum by Annie

Lollipop by Mika

It's gonna be Me By Nsync

Low by Flo Rida

Fuck the pain away by Peaches

Misery Business by Paramore

It's my life by Bon Jovi

The Past Is a Grotesque Animal by Of Montreal

Work It by Missy Elliott

Butterfly by Crazy Town

Caramelldansen by Caramell

In da Club by 50 Cent

4 minutes by Madonna and Justin Timberlake

White Flag by Dido

Beautiful Day by U2

Fallin by Alicia Keys

All for you by Janet Jackson

Bootylicious by Destiny's Child

This Love by Maroon 5

Milkshake by Kelis

Smooth Criminal by alien Ant Farm

I'm a Believer by Smash Mouth

Sandstorm by Darude

I believe in a thing called love by the darkness

Float On by Modest Mouse

[persphonesorchid]

Paper Planes - KNJ

Summary: Namjoon likes to think you'd both floated into this, floated downwards from a place where it was only him and only you. Meeting at some point to float down together, gently, like a drizzle.

Word count: 924

Notes: Drowning in Joon rn, so here, have a drabble ^^ plz i love him so much, got sad halfway through writing this and it's just fluff I swear. He's so soft and I just love him so much 😭 Happy reading! Also, a little self promotion ^^ I started a Yoongi series, check it out if you're into fantasy fics!! Please :<

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The cafe is crowded today, everyone either taking shelter from the pelting rain outside or getting their fix of coffee for the afternoon rush.

"Is this seat taken?"

Namjoon looks up from his book, squinting a bit because his contacts have been bugging him lately, heart reaching his throat when his eyes finally focuses.

It's you.

Namjoon likes to admire things, he likes to stand and stare at it until he can't anymore. Beauty is fleeting and therefore should be appreciated within the small moments, and appreciate you, he does.

He laughs because, that was corny, and you do too, because it's not the first time. The first time, Namjoon was a mess, spilling his coffee over the table and apologizing like a maniac because it dripped off the table and into your lap. And he was there, kneeling on the floor trying to sop up his mess with a handful of napkins that only fell apart and you were apologizing just as much.

That was a year ago, in this very cafe, crowded as it is now and still raining. Namjoon's had the honour of laying his eyes upon you many times since then, even woke up next to you more times than he could count on his clumsy hands. Every time, it's the same, though. He'd see you and his heart would stutter enough to be worrisome, there'd be little fluttery things in his stomach doing a tap dance on his nerves. His hands would sweat and he'd scratch at his neck, nervous.

He slides his half empty styrofoam cup away from his hands as you sit, carefully, so it wouldn't spill. Sometimes Namjoon thinks it's a curse, to be clumsy in a way that no one could explain; always breaking something, or knocking something over. You've always been patient, even when he accidentally smashed your lucky cup, and Namjoon fretted so badly, because, it was your lucky cup. He'd went out and bought you a new one and called it lucky so you wouldn't get bad luck. He doesn't think his luck is any good, so he'd let you say it out loud instead.

You laugh every time you look at that cup.

Your hands are cold from the wind and rain outside, and Namjoon rubs his over yours to warm them up and he listens to you talk about whatever came to your pretty little head. You escape him for a minute, over to the counter to order something warm to drink, and Namjoon watches you like a love struck fool as you joke around with the barista.

You come back with more than you left for, sweet tooth prevailing as you bite into a donut, icing smearing the corner of your lips. Namjoon wipes it away with his thumb, reaching over from his side of the table, still managing to knock his cup over, though empty now, you still both laugh. You offer, but he declines, you're sweet enough as is.

You'd both sat in that cafe for a while, and Namjoon thinks about a lot of things, like, if you'd be with him here another year from now, asking if the seat opposite him was taken. Like the first time. Firsts, how many firsts would he have with you until there aren't any left, until they become repetitive but never boring because it's you, and him too. How many seconds zip by within the minutes that line the hours he would spend with you, and he counts, he's been counting. Since the first time, Namjoon's never stopped counting them, he's lost count of course, but that doesn't matter.

You're giggling at something, and Namjoon hears a church bell ringing somewhere in the distance. Not very far off if he sits and thinks about it some more, white flowers and a white dress. A spring day, someday, when the weather is nice and the sun is out shining. He'd stop counting and start again then, new chapter, new seconds and minutes and moments until he can't count them anymore. The moment when you two become three along the way and those hours become a lifetime and that stops, too.

"What are you thinking about?" You lean forward, a tilt of your head and a small smile. Namjoon's been quiet, staring at your hand in his and he shrugs, looking out at the rain that's died down to a drizzle, little flecks of water that float softly from the sky instead of falling. It makes him smile, thinking of you and how you'd both ended up here, floating in the wave of the love that led him to you. Not falling, becuase falling inpliles that you must hit the ground, and it hurts when you fall. Namjoon's fallen enough in his life to know that. You scrape your knees and bruise your hands and you may even break something, too.

Namjoon likes to think you'd both floated into this, floated downwards from a place where it was only him and only you. Meeting at some point to float down together, gently, like a drizzle.

"Paper planes." Namjoon brushes his lips across your knuckles, and he wonders if you'd stay with him long enough for these seconds to stretch into moments, and moments into forever. He trusts that you would, becuase he certainly isn't going anywhere.

You would, though, Namjoon knows, and you'd continue floating gently, downwards into eachother where you're always meant to be. You shake your head, smiling, telling him that he's silly, knowing, you know him well enough.

Tagging: @blog-name-idk @madbutgloriouspond @btsstan12 @doneimnida @xpeachesncream @taestefully-in-luv @bangtansmauyeondan @here2bbtstrash @hamsterclaw @allhobbitstoisengard

[unluckyhoneybee]

5 times with Lando Norris.

Four times Lando showed you he loved you and the one when he was actually brave enough to tell you. Fluff.

Notes: I swear a lot and I realized I swear when I write too.

Gif credits.

The first time: the one with the umbrella.

It was pouring down in the circuit. I was late so when my PR manager called me, I forgot the umbrella. When I arrived, all the other drivers were already there. We were needed for some photos and promotional stuff.

"Late, YN" I heard Lewis.

"As always" I laughed a bit.

"Nah. Don't worry. We have to wait for a few minutes."

Even though I was wearing my coat, the wind was cold and the rain didn't help either.

"Fucking freezing weather." I groaned trying to warm my hands.

I looked around to see if anyone had a spare umbrella, but the others were already paired under theirs.

Suddenly, I felt a shadow over me and the rain stopped falling. I looked up to see an orange umbrella. On my right, Lando was smiling and looking at me with bright eyes.

"You look cold" "It's fucking freezing, mate."

He laughed. And pushed me with his shoulder.

"Thank you, Lando." "No problem, YN. Anything for you. You got the pole. We can't risk you getting ill for the race"

I smiled and got a bit closer to him. I missed his cheeks blushing and the teasing glare Daniel gave him.

The second time: the one whe she lost the flight.

"No fucking way. Unbelievable." I looked at the paper in my hand and then at the screen.

"Hey, YN!"

I turned around and saw Lando walking in my direction. I smiled and waved at him.

"What are you doing here?" He said hugging me.

"Waiting for a plane." "And when does it leave?." "6am."

He checked his watch and looked into my eyes. "Tell me you came too soon for once." "I wish I could." "Oh, YN."

He was smiling, even though he was trying to look worried or disappointed.

"Yes. Oh YN." We looked at each other and laughed.

"You are a mess." "I am, yes. I can't believe how they let me drive an F1 car" "Me neither."

"I suppose you have nothing to do, so... How does a coffee sound?" "It sounds good"

We went for a coffee and while I was ordering it, I saw Lando talking on his phone. When I came back, he was smiling.

"Your girlfriend?" "I don't have one anymore. For a while actually."

"Oh, shit. I'm sorry."

"Nah, it's Okey."

"Someone got your eye?"

"Nope." He answered quickly. Too quickly.

"I'm... I want to get my thoughts clear first."

"That's really good, Lando. Pretty mature."

"And you and..."

I shrugged. "As always. Distance is difficult... Anyway. Tell me. Who got you smiling like that?" I said touching his arm.

"I got a place for you on our flight" "What?" "We are also flying to London, so... You are coming with us. I don't want you to wait here on your own for hours."

"Oh, Lando." I covered my mouth. "Thank you very much, honey. I owe you one, really." "It's nothing, YN."

He was blushing and he looked cute. I wanted to pinch his cheeks and kiss his whole face.

The third time: the one when they had a crash.

It was only a second. I moved one second too late. My car touched Lando's and I lost control. I was soon on the gravel and then against the wall. It was the scariest moment of my life. I could see anything around me, everything was moving in slow motion and my heart was beating hard in my chest. I could feel my whole body tensing and how the impact had shaken it.

"Fuck" I groaned.

"Are you okay?" I heard my engineer. "All good" "Leave the car if you can. If not, wait for the marshalls. and they will help you."

As I was trying to get out, I heard a voice over the loud sound of the cars passing.

"YN!"

I saw the McLaren driver running to my car. I had a killing pain in my side, so it was pretty difficult to get out.

"Are you okay?" He grabbed me by my waist and helped me hoping down. I hugged him. I was really scared. He grabbed me and gave me support. "You are safe. I'm so sorry"

An hour later I was sitting on my motorhome, sore and alone. My phone was on my lap. I talked to everyone from home. But not him. My boyfriend hadn't called to see if I was okay.

I heard a knock. "It's open!" I didn't have the energy to get up.

Lando came in. "Hey, how are you?" He had a small smile on his lips.

I pressed my lips on a thin line and shrugged.

"I have been better"

He sat down next to me and looked at me. Then, he grabbed my hand.

"Your manager told me about your side"

"Yes, my ribs are killing me. But at least they are not broken" "Oh, poor girl. Do you want me to bring you something? Food? A drink? A pillow? Painkillers?"

I looked at him feeling my cheeks getting warm. I would feel overwhelmed in another moment, with someone else. But with him It was different. I wanted to let him take care of me.

"I'm okay." I moved my finger over his palm.

He put a piece of my hair being my ear and touched my chin.

"It was scary, wasn't it?" He said softly. "It's always scary. But you are okay. And I'm sorry, I shouldn't have gotten so closed. I'm so sorry"

I grabbed his face and kissed his cheek.

"Thank you" "For what?" "For caring" "I care a lot about you. I got so worried. If anything happened to you..."

I laid my head on his shoulder and hugged his torso. It felt good to have someone worrying about you.

The fourth time: the one when she got her heart broken.

I knocked at the door.

"I'm coming! Wait a minute!"

I tried to clean my face, but the tears kept coming down my face.

The door opened.

"YN"

I sobbed and threw myself into his arms. He trapped me.

"YN, what is going on? Are you OK?" He sounded worried and scared.

Lando pulled me inside and closed the door.

"YN, babe. Talk to me" He said in a desperate tone.

I couldn't stop crying and my sobs made it difficult to breathe properly. He lift me from the floor and took me to the sofa, sitting on it with me on his lap. Then he hugged me tightly and rocked me a bit. As if I was a baby. He was trying to calm me down and it was working.

"It's okay, babe. Whatever happened to you... You are safe here. Okay?" He whispered against my hair.

I looked into his eyes and got more comfortable on his lap. My hands went to his chest.

"I didn't know where to go and we live close and... I know it's late but I didn't know what to do"

"Shh. Don't worry about that. I wasn't even sleeping." He took his hand to my face and dried my tears. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"He was with someone else when I got home" and I started crying again.

He cuddled me to his chest and let his head fall on mine. I could feel him tenser and breathe deeply.

"That asshole..."

"What have I done, Lando?"

"Nothing, YN. You are wonderful and... If he can't see that he is a fucking prick. Really. I fucking hate him for doing this to you. You deserve so much more."

I looked into his eyes. He was sincere. He always moved his eyebrows in a certain way.

"You are amazing and you will be better without him. You'll see. The... There is someone out there for you."

I smiled.

"Thank you, Lando"

I cuddled into him and hid on his neck. He always smelled so good.

"It's nothing, YN. I will always be there for you"

The fifth time: the one when Lando got courage.

I had won my first race and it still felt like a dream. Almost everyone was gone. But I needed to stay for a bit.

I was alone on the podium, where a couple of hours ago, Max and Charles had bathed me in champagne. I couldn't believe it was me on the highest step, the first place and winner of the Canadian GP.

"Hey"

I jumped when I heard that voice. I was so lost in my thought I didn't hear him coming. "What the fuck, Lando?! You almost kill me"

"It would have been a pity to kill such a talent" He was looking at me from a few meters.

I laughed.

"My team would have destroyed you, now that I can win races and all of that" I palmed the place next to me. "I offer you a seat on the first step"

"Oh wow. So generous." He sat next to me. "I have to say that you could have won in Belgium but you got ill" "Oh yes. Your umbrella and you couldn't save me from that flu." He laughed.

"I'm proud of you. You have dominated the whole race, Max and Charles had nothing to do"

I grabbed his hand, something I had gotten used to doing when I thanked him.

"Thank you, Lando." "It's nothing. You may be my favourite driver right now. The soon to be World Champion." I rolled my eyes.

We stayed in silence for a while. It felt good to be like this with him.

"YN?" He said in a low voice. "Can I tell you something?".

I looked at him. "Of course, you can."

He took a deep breath and look at our hands.

"I think I'm in love with you." He furrowed his eyebrows and I gasped surprised. "Well, no. I know it. I love you. I have done it for a while."

I couldn't move nor speak.

"Do you remember the French GP? You told me you liked my hoodie. I started feeling things there."

After France came Belgium, where he tried (without success) to save me from getting ill under the rain. Then he helped me get back home a few weeks later when I missed the plane. When we crashed in Spain, he spend the whole night with me because I was in so much pain and need help with almost everything. And only a few weeks ago he opened his house for me and let me stay in there for a couple of days when my ex cheated on me. He did all of that because he loved me.

"You care for me" I whispered.

"I do, a lot."

"And you love me."

He nodded without looking at me.

"I love you too. You made me love you, idiot. You had to be such a good friend, always there for me and made me fall in love with you"

He looked up into my eyes. I kissed him then.

"You love me?" He said when we broke apart.

"I love you"

"That's fucking fantastic" He hugged me and kissed my cheeks.

"Idiot" We laughed. "But hey, I'm glad it's you"

He looked quizzically.

"The one who was out there for me."

Thank you for reading it. I hope you enjoyed it.

I'm thinking about writing more of these with other drivers so tell me if you'd like it or want to request some.

[crazybutgood]

Author appreciation origami rec: Charlotte_Stant

The fifth ko-fi slot origami rec for author appreciation is dedicated to @boxboxlewis (Charlotte_Stant on ao3) from @goblinmatriarch! The video shows the origami secret drawer box I folded:

Charlotte writes great fics for a variety of fandoms! The inner box colours and the top of the whole box are inspired by five of those fandoms and her fics, which I'll mention next to the fandom name. Here are the paper slips with quotes in them (all except the Drarry one are picked by goblinmatriarch). Please click on the images for better quality!:

Top Gun (khaki green of the uniforms):

Quote: Riding back home in the crystal cold of the early morning, Maverick felt like he could sing any song, fly any plane, get any girl.

Always where I burn to be (M, 3440) (Tom "Iceman" Kazansky/Pete "Maverick" Mitchell) (CW: Internalised Homophobia, lowkey 1980s misogyny)

Maverick sat down too, facing Ice. The path forward was clear, and he wasn’t going to hesitate just because Ice was being weird. He cleared his throat. “So. I figure you owe me. Orgasms.”

The Terror (pale blue):

Quote: ships fuck

Check out her fics of this fandom here and here !

Harry Potter (pale yellow):

Quote: It feels like there's a small sun in his chest, a ball of happiness making him glow from the inside out.

In which Harry Potter checks into Draco Malfoy's heartbreak hotel and learns some things about himself (E, 5709) (Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter)

Harry is a mess, drinking his feelings in a dive bar in Knockturn Alley. Draco is there to pick up the pieces.

I also used a few other quotes from this fic to come up with the colour for this box!:

Malfoy gets his with berries and lemon curd.

“Is that why you panic-apparated out of the club, leaving me there by myself looking, I might say, like an absolute lemon?”

Draco is asleep next to him, beautiful in the morning light

Succession (gold):

Quote: <<<How's the gregnancy going, greg?

The thunk Greg's phone makes when it's thrown against the wall is spectacular.

mgreg (T, 958) (Greg Hirsch/Tom Wambsgans) (CW: mpreg)

He can practically hear Tom starting to sweat. “Ok. Ok, let’s be smart about this, huh? Where did you get the pregnancy tests? Were they those shitty depressing two-for-a-dollar bodega ones? Maybe they’re wrong, right? Let’s get some actual confirmation before we start freaking out.”

Greg is like, reluctantly impressed by Tom’s ability to be a classist dickhead even in a crisis. “They were brand name tests, Tom! This is not a fucking drill!”

Formula 1 RPF (the blue top with the red origami bull pasted on it):

Quote: Daniel’s heart is an engine, purring hot and furious under his skin. “I feel like I should try and play hard to get here, but fuck that. Yes, fuck yes, I’m in.”

Trussed up like a rabbit, told what I can do and say (T, 1853) (Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen)

After, when Max has sucked Daniel off and Daniel has jerked Max off and they’re both slumped on the couch, sweaty and breathless and gross, he just feels stupid. “Why,” he says, not looking at Max.

There’s a pause. “I missed you,” Max says. “Is that ok, to say that? Or am I not allowed?”

[countrymusiclover]

Coded Letters

Gif by @antiqone

Part 5

"Dear Y/n, I miss you and I know for a fact you'd love to be here. Seeing the British planes fly into the sky. Sorry the envelope had Danny on it. I - know I can't address them to you. Because of you're father. I can't wait to see you again, I love you Rafe." I had to read it over again because this is the first time he's been able to send something. Folding the letter I put it inside my army jacket grabbing a pen and paper starting to write a response back to him. "Dear Rafe, I've started flying at night on my own since you've left. Thankfully I haven't got caught yet. My father has been teaching me how to lead my own unit of pilots for a few days. I hope you can return home soon, I love you Y/n." The office door opened and I slightly jump seeing its my father. "Who's the letter for honey?" I quickly closed it so he doesn't see Rafe's name. On the envelope I'd written Danny's name since he was okay getting all of our letters, plus the ones he writes to his best friend.

"It's for piolt Daniel Walker. He wanted me to send it to the office since he's busy with training today." Dad simply nodded reaching into his uniform pocket. He stepped up to the desk laying a gold badge designed to look like an airplane down in front of me. "Dad, what exactly is this?" He grins brightly tapping his fingers on the pin. "When I retire I'm assigning you to my ranking office as the Army's airforce captain." I nearly fell out of my chair at hearing him say it without hesitation. Women barely have any jobs right now. There's never been a woman in listed in the military. I've only been allowed here because my father is in charge around here. I never thought I'd get the feeling of excitement like I do about flying for anything else in my life. But knowing I'll be caption one day, flashes through my mind at rapid speed. "Dad I - I don't know what to say. How did you even get this approved." He stares down at me explaining as I get to my feet. "It wasn't easier babygirl. But I convinced management and if anyone has issues. They'll go to the president of USA."

Tackling him in a bear hug I squealed and he hugs me back with the same level of excitement. "Thank you dad. I'll make you proud one day I promise." He brushes hair behind my ear smiling down at me since he's taller than me. "I know you will, kiddo." Hours later I'm sitting outside the post office reading more of Rafe's letters he'd sent. It takes forever for letters to arrive from England to here. But everytime I received one it warms my heart to know he's still alive. I'm not sure if I could handle the idea of Rafe not being around anymore. Opening his most recent letter I snorted at him mentioning our first dance together where I wasn't very good at slow dancing. "Dear Y/n, One of my fellow pilots accidentally tripped on his pack and grabbed the wings plane to not lose his balance. Somehow during this time you flashed through my mind. The memory known as our first dance together as a secret couple. I want to be able to hold you in my arms like that again. Feeling you pressed up against me where you're afraid of falling the wrong way. I love you Y/n and the skies will keep us together always." Brushing hair from my face I can still see the moment playing in my head.

It has only been a week after Rafe protected me from that jerk piolt. Rafe could only wait a week before asking me to be his girlfriend, even though it's in secret. Danny and Evelyn were dancing the night away with the others. While I snuck Rafe up onto the roof of the bar so we could star gaze. I started to sit down in my light orange dress and flats but he holds out his hand offering another idea. "Care to dance, ma'am?" Placing my hand in his he slowly pulls me to my feet. His freehand rests on my waist and mine resting on his shoulder. One other hands intertwined together. The wind slowly blows around us and we can hear the music blaring from all the way up here. But it feels like it's just the two of us and there's no possibility of a war for one night.

"You're shaking why?" Rafe spoke up making me look into his brown eyes searching for why I'm nervous. Tilting my head to the side I lightly blushed at how silly this may sound. "I'm not very good at slow dancing. You're um - this is my first one." I wait for him to laugh at me and say something like how can a beautiful girl like you not have every guy asking to dance with you. "I'm suprised but also honored to be your first." Rafe smiles before I felt raindrops hit my head. Rafe doesn't seem to care as we kept moving our feet and bodies to the music without a care. Although shortly after the rains picked up and my feet slip out from under me.

I released a scream thinking I'm going to hit concrete but instead I feel muscular arms wrapped around my back. Shooting my gaze up I see Rafe's face is closer to me than I expected so I get a lump stuck in my throat. This is the first night he and I have been this close with each other. "You caught me, Rafe." I breathe out in shock hearing him chuckle a little. "I don't think it would've been right to let you fall." He helped me back onto my feet to stand and it's at that point I blurted something out. "Rafe what if there comes a day when you're not there but my side anymore. Not there to protect me or catch when I start to fall?" He wraps his arms around me laying my head onto his chest. "That won't ever happen, Y/n. I'm not going anywhere or leaving you anytime soon...I'm not going to die."

Heading out onto the front porch of my house I struggle to stay awake seeing Danny standing by his chair in the middle of our driveway. A letter in his hands with heavy tears in his eyes. "Danny, what's wrong it's the middle of the night?" I asked my boyfriend's best friend, wrapping my jacket tightly around me more for warmth. Danny can hardly get the words to leave his mouth and I can hardly breath when I hear them. "Y/n, I'm so sorry. Rafe is - Rafe is dead."

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