#Free Bus Pilot

[aomiiine]

YOU MUST BE HAUNTING ME

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : childhood friends, ZAYNE and CALEB + fem!reader 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 : nsfw, MDNI [18+ only], pure filth ahead !! -> threesome (mfm), groping, possessive/competitive bffs, double creampie, masturbation, boob obsessed zayne, manhandling, smut no plot, not proofread wordcount. 1.3k (written out of guilt for zayne, my husband)

𝓐𝓝 𝓤𝓝𝓔𝓧𝓟𝓔𝓒𝓣𝓔𝓓 𝓡𝓔𝓤𝓝𝓘𝓞𝓝 brings this trio to a breaking point where their intense feelings are finally spilled free. They have no problem expressing those feelings wholeheartedly, but will you be able to handle the extent of their passion?

The tension between the two men in your apartment had reached a nearly un bearable point. As if it wasn’t enough that it was raining outside, their shared glares only ramped the unease you felt being between these two domineering men. How you longed for them to get along as they used to before things got complicated. But you couldn’t exactly complain now could you? With all of their undivided atttention focused solely on you, uncaring for their surroundings.

Sandwiched between hard planes of their chest, you hold on tight to whoever’s shoulder was at closest to your side all the while caleb’s stammered chuckles filled your ears from behind you on the bed, hoarse voice of his interrupted by the moans that escape his lips whenever his weeping slit made contact with your entrance, threatening to nudge into your warm heat. And the pilot had never been so tempted to do so, barely able to rein his hips back from plunging his throbbing cock deep your pussy, letting the other man holding and groping your body on the other side writhe in his position, forced to watch caleb take you first. But caleb was a man with a shred of honour left for his old companion, settling for frantic grinds against your bare slick folds over your drenched panties.

“You know, I would be balls deep buried inside your sweet pussy by now if you hadn’t called him over,” caleb murmured hotly by your ear, taking the opportunity to nip onto it, tongue running over your sensitive skin with a rumble the erupted from his chest, hip bucking further into the narrow opening between your legs. “Shut up, I didn’t call him over..” You could barely utter a coherent word with how warm your entire body felt, feeling it affect your mind in the process. While caleb was unrelenting, zayne was holding your close while you laid on your side, head burrowed between the swell of your breasts to mark on your chest with soothing laves of his tongue.

The black haired man’s glasses were long discarded, but if he were wearing them right now, the lenses would be covered with steam produced by his heavy pants. As composed zayne seemed to be about you, he was an utter mess with his cock in his hand, looking pathetic and depraved for the salty sweet taste of your sweat sheened skin which he had earlier dirtied with a heavy spill of his cum, aware of the lewd shlicks he made with every stroke of his fat cock. With how absorbed he was with chasing his second high, all provocations by caleb could be ignored for now.

During the impatient glides of calebs dick beneath your panties, you made a yelp when his hand slid under your thigh to lift it up, explosing your dripping cunt to the cool air of the room. “I need to have you, sweetheart, I’m sorry,” he muttered quickly without a hint of remorse before shifting himself to an angle so the head of his cock delved past your puffy folds and notch itself into your entrace, giving one brutal thrust to bury himself into your heat to the hilt. “For fuck’s sake, why do you feel so good,” he grunted with a whine, eyes fluttering closed as he willed them to stay in place and not roll back at the feeling of your tight pussy clenching around him like a silken vice. Unable to restrain himself any longer, his hips rolled back and forth to fuck himself in and out of your pussy, balls slapping against your clit with each respective plunge in his attempt to bully your g-spot, earning a sob like moan from your drooling lips.

“C-caleb, too hard—!” You whimpered pitifully with your head planted deeply into the pillow beneath your head, feeling utterly boneless at the onslaught pleasure zayne and caleb were giving you. Speaking about zayne, the surgeon was still deeply captivated by your tits, one hand groping and fondling you to no end with teasing tugs on your tortured nipples while the other which was wrapped tight around his painfully erect cock stuttered and quickened its pace when he watched caleb abuse your insides, the erotic slaps of skin against skin not missed by his ears. “You’re too vulgar, my love.. I can barely find it in me to discipline you,” zayne uttered with stuggling pants, his drawn out groans mingling with his uneven breathing. He bucked his hips forward until his cock touched your lower belly, rubbing the underside on your cum stained skin with gritted teeth as he braced himself for his impending orgasm, knowing it had to be on you, inside you, he didn’t care. As long as it was you.

Caleb on the otherhand, too, was at the brink of ecstasy, balls drawn up tight with his thrusts growing more and more frantic with his desperation to finish inside you and bring you to climax as well. It didn’t take long since the guttural moan he made came in tow with the snap of the tight knot in lower belly, his swollen cock pumping jet after jet of semen deep into your tight channel, making sure he painted every crevice with his scent with the shallow thrusts he made to ride out his orgasm. You held on tight to the sheets of the bed, tugging zayne closer to your heaving chest as you cried out, profanities leaving your lips along with caleb’s name like a slurred mantra.

Unfortunately for you, zayne took notice of caleb’s fading orgasm, taking in the subtle twitches of his body as he drifted to bask in the afterglow, softening cock still nestled deep in your filled pussy. With a frustrated grunt, he released his grip on his aching cock to grab onto your hip, pulling you off caleb’s dick with an audible schlop, string of cum connecting you slit to caleb’s tip until it snapped. “What’re you doing?” You spoke with a tremble, zayne’s sudden lift of your body startling you back to reality, your panties tugged off and discarded. You watched with panicky flickers of your eyes, anticipating what zayne had in plan for you. But without giving you a moment to register, his strong hand held firm on your hip rolled your entire body along with his, positioning you on top of him. Without second thought, zayne aligned the bulbous head of his cock against your entrance, making little work of pushing you down his girthy length, your name leaving his lips in a low moan, trembling ever so slightly.

“I want to cum inside you, darling, forgive me.” Zayne held your hips in place before beginning to thrust up into you, hips rolling in quick shallow plunges of his pulsating cock, swollen and ready to burst at any time. His balls met your ass cheeks in audible slaps akin to the sound caleb made when he had his turn on your cunt, the sudden stretch of your walls bringing you to edge of pleasure for nth time as your held yourself up on zayne’s chest, meeting his thrusts with half-hearted motions. But fuck, it was enough to make the doctor come to an abrupt halt to fill you up with scorching hot fluids of his cum, fingers buried so tight into your flesh it was certain bruises would bloom the morning after and yet of course, neither of the three of you could care less at the moment.

[bloomingonionbitch]

(omg i am watching "Mad Men" with my boyfriend and y'all don't get it. i was in 7th grade when the show came out and i had already been watching "Desperate Housewives" with my mom for years, so no one really noticed or checked in on my TV consumption. the show wrapped my sophomore year of college and i've rewatched it three or four different [living in different states and one international move], but this time is so, so fun! i've never watched it with anyone! ever! plus we're also high as shit and the tone feels totally different [maybe due to memes and internet commentary])l! plus i love watching him watch it and hearing his thoughts - he paused it for desert and when i sat back down all he said was, "Something's wrong with that kiddo," as the screen was frozen on baby Pete's face).

[tgirlwithreverb]

I saw that post about what to do if you're homeless again (the one that starts by telling you to spend all of your money on motel rooms lmao) anyway, here's a few thoughts, specifically for trans girls, cuz I don't really care otherwise tbh:

1) plan ahead, most trans girls are in precarious housing situations, you will have a much easier time when it falls apart if you already have a pack with most of the gear you need in it. Also, if you find yourself in a situation where you cant make rent, dont pay part of it, spend that money on gear, pocket the rest and leave, youll have a much nicer time. Look up your local eviction laws, you have plenty of time. (Gear list at the end)

2) travel! If you're in Arizona in May, leave. it's about to be hot as hell. If you're in Michigan in October, leave. It's about to be cold as hell. If you're in a big city, leave. It's way easier to be homeless pretty much anywhere else. Amtrak is cheaper and more comfortable than greyhound, hitchhiking is free and easy, if you're alone it's not that much slower than the previous two, and it's more fun, and sometimes people buy you food or whatever or give you money. I promise it's not scary and you're entirely capable of doing it, no matter who you are. 95+% of people who will pick you up are very nice. All you have to do is take the bus out of town, as far down the highway you can, to an exit with a truck stop if possible, then just stand on the side of the road with your thumb out until someone picks you up. You can stand at the bottom of the ramp(on the highway) near where the merge lane ends or at the top of the ramp(where there's usually a traffic light), the former is more likely to lead to cop interactions but will maybe get you a ride faster, check on hitchwiki for how the cops are in the area. don't be afraid to take a commuter bus or Amtrak to get out of a shitty cop area

3) skip shelters if you can (they are very occasionally a decent place to get stuff from) and encampments, good places to sleep include the trees near railroad tracks or highways, wooded areas behind shopping centers, sections of parks without paths, overgrown empty lots. Hang a tarp above you if there's an appreciable chance of rain, there's tons of YouTube tutorials on how to do this, maybe I'll make a post about what I usually do some day. There are many habits more fun than motel rooms, save your money for them lmao.

4) get on food stamps. This is easier in some places than others, but it makes the whole thing a lot easier. Just tell them you're homeless, if they don't give you a card the same day, you can probably ask to pick it up from that office, alternatively some drop in centers/day shelters can receive mail for you, or you can have it sent to general delivery(USPS service, look it up)

7) libraries are great for charging your phone and using wifi, but also keep an eye out, plenty of random outlets on the outsides of buildings are also powered

5) dumpster. sidewalk trash cans, Aldi, Einstein's, trader Joe's, pizza places, etc. You need to develop a bit of a sense for it but it's an easy way to get cooked food or travelling food or expensive food without spending resources. Also it's fun.

6) water is free, go into the bathroom of any gas station or grocery store in America(offer not valid in most big cities or on the west coast, but in that case just go to the library) and fill up your water bottle

8) hygiene notes: truckers get free showers from chain truck stops(loves, pilot/flying j) go there and ask them. convenient if you're hitchhiking, also you don't need to shower 3 times a day, really, you'll survive. Ditto with deodorant. Take care of your teeth though. Take your socks off every. day. Change them consistently. Safety razors give a good shave, work well without adequate water pressure, and the replacement blades are very stealable, they're kind of heavy though. Walmart makes these electric razors for women that take AA batteries and are pretty light but give a worse shave, also they kinda go through batteries, pick whatever works for you(cartridge razors suck)

9) traveling food notes: peanut butter is great, tortillas and bagels travel pretty well, tuna packets are pretty good protein for traveling(the ones with rice and beans or whatever are nice since theyre often the same price as the regular), condiment packets are free, hot sauce makes everything better, and mayo goes well with tuna and has a bunch of calories in it, salad dressing packets are free from truck stops and work well turning the Walmart shredded vegetable packages (labeled for making into slaw, next to the bagged salads) into a salad with real vegetables(not iceberg lettuce) in it or mixing in with tuna packets for even more calories than mayo

Gear world:

Necessary items(in order of importance): a gallon of water carrying capacity(an Arizona jug or other twist top jug is conventional, but a bladder+arizona bottles also works), a tarp(larger than 6'x9', not brightly colored), a hank of parachord, a sleeping bag (20° rated, synthetic insulation), a backpack with a padded hip belt(at least 50L, no more than 75), rain gear(a rain poncho might cover your pack too, a rain jacket can help with wind when its cold, a trash bag inside or outside your pack can keep it dry, a plan to watch the weather and not get caught also works), a z-fold foam sleeping pad, three pairs of socks, two pairs of underwear (at least one pair of boxer breifs strongly recommended if you arent incredibly skinny), a decent pair of shoes with good arch support, a functional jacket(skip if you got a rain jacket before), a base layer(wool or poly, absolutely no cotton)

Convenient items: a sleeping bag liner(cotton free, keeps you warm in winter and cool in summer), gallon zip locks to pack your stuff in(helps keep it dry and organized), no more than one change of clothes(as light as possible), a multi-tool(can opener, pliers, wire cutter), lighter(burning rope ends etc), spoon, floss and needles for patching

[lovelytsunoda]

the sixth sense | jake "hangman" seresin

summary: after a car accident totals her car and leaves her with the ability to see ghosts, an anxious police desk sergeant learns to live with the ghosts haunting her home, and the crush she has on the hot pilot who lives next door

pairing: jake 'hangman' seresin x reader

warnings: car accidents, ghosts (but they're very funny ghosts!), sexual innuendos/advances made by a ghost, if you can recognize the names of the detectives/station staff and can correctly tell me what tv show they are from, you get a metaphorical cookie. jake is a very involved neighbour.

author's note: my f1 fics for this collection have been on the struggle bus lately, so here's hoping my top gun one does better

sargeant y/l/n wouldn't say she hated her job, exactly, but there were many days where she wasn't always thrilled with it. take today for example, her desk piled high with requisition forms for fingerprint checks, traffic camera footage, autopsy reports and more.

it wasn't that she didn't like the work. no, she found catching murderers to be most rewarding. it was the people she worked with. detectives who didn't see her as an equal, but as a machine, dropping files on her desk with a demand and an impossible deadline.

"yn, how busy are you for the next few days?"

she raised her eyebrows at the detective across from her. "for you, detective disher? i won't be free until at least the end of the week."

detective disher raised an eyebrow. "how much work are they piling on you? you aren't their servants, you can speak up and tell them you're too busy."

she rolled her eyes, chewing the end of her bic pen. "usually they hightail it out of here before i even have a chance to open my mouth. some of them don't even speak to me or give instructions, they just drop a file on my desk and assume that i know what to do with it."

detective disher frowned. "we really need another desk sargeant."

"you think?"

it was long after sundown when she left the office that night, overtime she probably wasn't going to get paid for. she hoped that leaving at 6:30 was worth it to have a clean desk in the morning, one almost free of files long enough that she could breathe. of course, by the morning, all of the late shift detectives would have dropped all of their files off for her review.

she was about halfway home when traffic started to pick up again, the glow of the led headlights making it difficult to see out of her side mirrors. her glasses claimed to be glare resistant, but what did someone without astigmatism know about glare?

she turned right at the next set of lights, descending down the hill that would lead to her small, cosy neighbourhood. she was still a fair distance away as she watched the light change from yellow to red, taking her foo toff the gas. the car ahead of her seemed to be slowing, but not by much, and the car behind her was uncomfortably close. she sped up slightly, ready to put her foot on the brakes whenever neccesary.

wait a minute, are his break lights out? he's stopping!

she slammed her foot on the brakes, watching helplessly as her car continued to slide forward, her front bumper colliding with the rusted tail hitch.

her head jerked forward from the impact, banging against the steering wheel before it all went black.

she came to in the hospital, where audio was blurry and vision even worse as the doctor explained the symptoms of a concussion to her.

“it was a bad scene all around. you’re lucky you weren’t injured further.” the doctor insisted. “legally, I can’t allow you to drive for the next few days. is there someone we can call?”

realistically, the only name that came to mind was detective dishers. her parents were two cities away, and she didn’t want to disturb them. her sister was on vacation, and she didn’t want to bother any of her friends.

disher picked her up by the main doors, a matchbox twenty song playing on his stereo as she groggily slipped into the passenger seat, a plastic baggie full of prescription drugs in her hands.

“just take me home, randy. I don’t want to talk about it.”

the detective sighed. “okay. But you know you don’t have to come into work tomorrrow, right?”

great. no work meant no leaving the house. no leaving the house meant that her thoughts drove her to the brink of madness.

she simply couldn’t win.

as she slipped into her bed, she must have been slowly losing her mind as she swore that she could hear voices in her room as she was drifting off. she didn't think much of it, chalking it up to exhaustion as she let sleep claim her.

the following morning, she groggily puttered around the kitchen, assembling a light breakfast as she called her captain to explain why she couldn't come to wrok.

"hey captain, i was in an accident last night-"

"i know. randy called me. are you doing okay?"

"no concussion, but the doctor wants me to monitor for signs, so i'm not super hopeful. disher drove me home, and i'm supposed to hear from the mechanics about the state of my car later today."

"well, take care of yourself, yn. if you need anything at all, you have my number, and you have randy's. but don't call adrian, he's probably just going to make things worse."

she sighed, rubbing the skin on her forehead, fingertips teasing the edge of the bandages from where she'd hit her head on the steering wheel. "thanks leland."

"my my, you look a little worse for wear, don't you?" the voice came from nowhere, very thickly british and definitely not familiar.

she spun around, spying a figure in the kitchen doorway. his long hair dusted the shoulders of his leather jacket, and his skinny jeans were ripped to oblivion. she screamed, reaching for the metal ladle in her utensils jar.

"how the fuck did you get into my house?"

"your house?" the man looked confused. "sweetheart, i've always been here. i wouldn't throw that at me, if i was you. you'll just damage the wall behind me."

"who the fuck are you?" she stammered. "you're not real, this is just concussion brain, i should call the doctor back and go another scan-"

"you're seeing ghosts, honey." this voice was older, deeper. kinder. and significantly less british. another body materialized in her kitchen, sitting at her breakfast counter. she was round and plump, with a rosy face and sweet, kind eyes. she wore a nun's habit over a white blouse and a long navy skirt. "rick over there died in 1984. i'm sister katherine, and i died in 1961. lovely to meet you properly."

"the fuck do you mean i'm seeing ghosts?!" yn screamed, the sound reverberating through her skull. "you're not real!"

"i understand that this is a lot to take in." sister katherine insisted "but it must have something to do with the accident you were in last night."

"how do you know about my accident?" she pushed, brandishing her metal spoon as a weapon.

rick rolled his eyes. "because we watched that detective bring you home last night. tell me, are you two sordid lovers? if i wasn't dead i would love to get a piece of your-"

"enough, richard!"

"what the hell is happening right now? has he been watching me in the shower?" yn hissed under her breath, starting to pace back and forth in front of her stovetop.

"if you've got a head injury, you should really sit down." the nun kept trying to reason with yn, but nothing in this situation made one iota of sense.

she shakily sat down in one of the ikea chairs in her kitchen, and noted how badly her hands were shaking. she dropped the ladle on the table, clasping her hands together. she refused to look at rick and sister katherine, instead focusing on where her shellac manicure had begun to chip.

she really should book herself in for a fresh one.

"we have visitors!" rick's voice carried, his ghostly body reappearing next to yn. she startled in the chair, refusing to meet his eyes. "he looks annoyed, and he's wearing mechanics coveralls. i wore a pair of those on stage once. ladies love 'em."

"he was in a very unsuccessful hair band." sister katherine clarified.

"i need both of you to stay quiet for a second." she sighed. "he must be from the body shop."

she closed the front door behind her, although that was unlikely to do much against two beings who could walk through walls, but a girl could try.

"are you y/n y/l/n?"

"sergeant y/n y/l/n." she corrected. "san francisco pd. can i help you?"

"i'm from clint's garage, detective disher brought your car in last night."

that didn't sound good. behind her, she could hear a car door slam in her neighbour's driveway. oh good, jake was home. she tried not to let her eyes wander, waiting with bated breath for what the mechanic was going to say next.

"the front bumper was totally smashed, caved in where you hit the trailer hitch. the hood is also bent back a bit from impact. the good news is that the airbags didn't go off, which means your car can be fixed. the bad news is that it's going to cost more than your car is worth."

she could feel her headache coming back, her legs beginning to feel weak. she knew her car wasn't worth much due to it's age. but the city didn't pay her enough for her to be able to take on the payment for a new car outright, even if she was buying used.

she felt unsteady, and her body was starting to list to one side as two strong arms picked her up.

"i've got you, just keep breathing." the smell of cologne was overwhelming. there was no way in fuck that was rick, and it wasn't the mechanic.

she'd know that texan drawl anywhere. and that meant that right now, she was in navy pilot jake seresin's arms.

and that idea made her feel a little more faint that normal.

jake seresin had lived in that neighbourhood longer than her. she'd moved into her rental house just over four years ago, and he'd bene there on viewing day in a tight white tank top and jeans, getting all sudsy as he washed his silverado in the driveway. she couldn't resist watching from the window as he got into his truck in full navy fatigues before he went to work, or when he worked out shirtless on his front lawn since the porch took up most of the back.

she cleared her throat. "can i get an estimate for the repairs? will it cost less than buying a whole new car?"

the mechanic sighed. "look, even at randy's mates rate, it would still be more advisable to buy something new. go to a dealership and look at the preowned lot, anything less than 20k will serve you a lot better than getting this car fixed up would."

she couldn't form words, mind going fuzzy from the feeling of jakes hand on her lower back, and the thought of going back inside and facing the ghosts again.

"thanks, man. she can't drive for a few days anyway," jake started "but i'll bring her to the car lot when she's better and help her find something nicer."

jake helped her back inside, where the ghosts were watching giddily with their heads through the kitchen wall.

"you didn't have to do that." she insisted, avoiding eye contact with sister katherine while she spoke to jake. "i really can't afford a new car."

she could hear sister katherine in the background, whispering to rick. he's a hot one, and a real gentleman too!

"but you can't drive that one either. it's almost twenty years old, yn." jack frowned. "treat yourself. finance if you have to. take the scrap money and run, that's what i would do. you think the navy pays me well either?"

she fought the urge to bury her head in her hands and slump down on the table. "can you drive me to my follow up at the end of the week? he just wants to make sure there's no brain damage. i was going to get detective disher to do it, but if you have the morning off its less hassle."

jake looked puzzled. "why would you want me to do it instead of your boyfriend? shouldn't that be his job?"

"why the fuck does everybody think i'm hooking up with randy?" she shouted. "jesus, jake. he's my fucking boss."

the pilot's face was red as he carded his fingers through his hair. "he just seems to be over here a lot. he drove you home from the hospital last night and i just assumed."

"he's over here a lot because his girlfriend threw him out so sometimes i let him sleep on the daybed in my spare room while he finds a new place. we've been friends for years, we were at the academy together. i could be where he is if i wasn't too chickenshit to go into the field."

jake paused for effect. "well, this is awkward. are you sure you never thought about it."

despite herself, yn laughed. "we hooked up once back at the academy. we were sooo not compatible."

"i fucking knew it!" she heard rick shout in the background. "men and women can't just be friends!"

"richard!" sister katherine cut him off. "let the girl speak and mind your own business."

"lucky for you," jake grinned, totally unaware of the ghosts arguing behind him, every syllable of their argument making yn cringe inside "i happen to have the day off on friday. i'll take you to the doctors, and if everything is good, we can go to the car lot where i bought my truck. the guy will give you a good deal."

"i want a volkswagen. that's non-negotiable." she warned.

"that's fine. we can even stop by the garage and pick up your scrap money to put towards a deposit."

her chest felt tight with everything jake was offering to do for her. it was a slight anxiety, but a positive one. nerves that sprung to mind when she thought that maybe jake was offering to do all of these things for her because he wanted to be more than just her neighbour.

and as incredible as she knew it would feel to have a special place in jake seresin's heart, she'd been out of a relationship for so long that being in one again scared the ever-loving shit out of her.

true to his word, jake picked her up promptly at ten am the following morning. she had stressed about what to wear all morning, dodging criticisms about her outfit choice from sister katherine ('seriously, what on earth are they selling in the clothing shops these days? tops are supposed to go to the top of your jeans! what happened to dressing respectably?) and outdated sex tips from rick (which came with a knowledge of the ghost's kinks that she wished she could erase from her memory).

"just to be clear, you guys are bound to this house, right? you died here and now you can't leave?"

sister katherine nodded. "that is how being dead works, my love. we have to stay here while you go out gallivanting with your fancy man."

she stifled a laugh. "jake is not my fancy man. and neither is randy."

"whatever you say, cutie." rick winked. "and if you ever find yourself being undead in the walls of this house, give me a call and let me rock your world."

shaking her head with a laugh, she closed the front door behind her and headed over the grass to jake's house. he was waiting with two thermoses of hot chocolate and looked like he had just finished vacuuming the inside of his truck.

"good morning sunshine, let's go get you a clean bill of health!"

the wait to see the specialist was longer than the appointment. it lasted no longer than half an hour while the doctor took another brain scan and declared that there was absolutely nothing wrong with y/n aside from some superficial bruising to the skin on her forehead where she hit the steering wheel. jake insisted that her clean bill of health was worth celebrating, ushering her back into the truck and refusing to tell her where they were going.

"you know i'm a serving police officer, right? one call to captain stottlemeyer and there's a all points bulletin out on your truck."

jake laughed heartily. "i'm not kidnapping you, sweets. damn, you really don't like surprises."

"can't say i'm a fan."

minutes later, jake pulled off a secluded country road and into a parking lot lined in mulch. for a place that was so out of the way, the parking lot was packed to the brim and jake had to park the silverado what felt like miles away from the building itself. like a true gentleman, he helped her down from the truck's cab, one hand on the small of her back as they walked towards the large country store.

"a farmers market?" she giggled. "big bad hangman frequents farmer's markets?"

"how do you know my call sign?"

"you have it written on a metal sign in your garage."

jake winked at her, opening the heavy glass door. the country store was in a large refurbished barn, with the hayloft having been fully converted into a small cafe. his hand was warm through her cinnamon colored t-shirt as jake guided her towards the stairs to the cafe.

"do you like cinnamon buns?"

"of course i like cinnamon buns. who do you take me for?"

laughing to himself, jake had a large smile on his tanned face as he guided her towards a window seat. "make yourself comfy, sugar. i'll be right back."

she hated to see jake seresin leave, but she loved to watch him go, shamelessly watching the rippling muscles underneath his tight levis jeans.

he came back a few minutes later, two white china plates in hand, each one with a steaming warm cinnamon bun on top. as he passed her a plate, the cowboy made the bold claim that these were the best cinnamon buns in san francisco.

"i'll be the judge of that." yn said with a laugh, trying to pick up the sticky pastry in her hands in the most dainty way possible. the buns were large, mostly taking up the small plate.

"need a knife for that, sarge?"

"shut up, hangman."

"you know i outrank you, right?" jake joked, a sly look in his eyes.

she stuck her tongue out at the pilot, wishing she had a third hand so she could give him the finger. "bite me."

"all in due time, sugar."

she tried to hide the blush taking over her face, busying herself with taking the first bite of her pastry while she tried to ignore the images that jake's comment had conjured in her mind.

of course, the moan that she let out upon tasting the pastry did nothing to ease the sinful thoughts creeping into her mind. she could tell jake noticed, his breath momentarily catching in his throat despite the smile never breaking on his face.

"am i right or am i right?"

"fine." she playfully rolled her eyes. "you were beyond right. these are incredible!"

she beamed over at jake, wiping up some of the warm glaze on her chin that hadn't fully dried before she'd taken a bite. he was sitting across from her at the small table, and had yet to touch his cinnamon roll.

"you've got a little something..." he started, reaching a warm hand over the table to brush against her lips, wiping up some cinnamon that had been left behind.

her breath caught at the action, her eyes catching jake's blue ones. he truly was a beautiful man. time seemed to slow, jake's eyes slowly moving from her own to her lips and then back up again, her cheeks heating under his gaze.

"yn, can i kiss you?"

"yes."

he leaned over the table, gently rising from his wooden chair as he pressed his lips against hers. he was soft at first, almost apprehensive until she gripped his wrist where he was caressing her face, tilting her head back to give him a better angle and kiss him harder.

kissing jake seresin was everything she'd wanted it to be and more. if this was a movie, there would be fireworks going off behind them, and a sappy pop rock ballad playing as background music. perhaps something by lifehouse or matchbox twenty.

her lips felt sticky as jake pulled away, a goofy smile on both of their faces.

"you haven't touched your pastry." she said shyly.

jake grinned. "that's because you taste a lot nicer."

they stopped at the dealership on the way back, after having picked up the scrap money. yn test drove a volkswagen, fairly new with few miles on it. she decided to make it a point to come back within the end of the weekend, having already fallen in love with the little car. she felt like was, for lack of better words, walking on sunshine as jake pulled into his driveway, one of his large hands resting comfortably on her thigh.

he helped her down, looking forlornly over to her house, almost as if he'd enjoyed himself and didn't want the night to end.

"i have to go into work early tomorrow, and you've probabaly got heaps of work to do as well, so i'll let you get back to it." jake sighed, scratching at the back of his neck. "but, if you're up for it, i can stop by tomorrow and make you something for dinner?"

she smiled up at him, reaching to take his free hand in hers. "i'd love that." remembering her ghostly guests, she hesitated. "but maybe we could do it at your house instead?"

"i would like nothing more, sarge."

"good." she pressed up onto her tiptoes, kissing jake softly.

his hand snaked around her waist, slipping into the back pocket of her jeans as he deepened the kiss. she hummed contentedly, gently stroking his face with her thumb, hand resting on his cheek.

"i can't wait." she winked at him before she cut across her front lawn, backing towards her property. her southern gentlemen saluted her as she unlocked her front door, slipping inside the foyer.

"soooooooo." rick's familiar english drawl began. "how did things go with john wayne over there?"

and despite herself, yn was very much looking forward to sharing details of her budding romance with rick and sister katherine.

things were coming up roses for sargeant yn yln, and she was so excited to see what the future had in store.

[pamisn]

Under The Summer Rain

You're in the wind, I'm in the water Nobody's son, nobody's daughter :)

♡ PAIRING — Caleb x fem!reader

♡ SYNOPSIS — Modern AU (?), Caleb's a pilot and you work at a cat Cafe. You've had an awful day and he's right there to make it better :)

♡ TAGS — Fluff, emotional hurt/comfort, domestic fluff

♡ WORD COUNT — 4,1K

♡ A/N — Started this on his birthday but probably publishing it way after.. My baby i love him sm 😭 Also english is not my first language so it might not be amazing but enjoy. Art is @/maosen_l18 on twt ^^ // This is a repost!

♡ LINKS — AO3

You hated days like these. 

Days that felt too long, too dreadful for their own good. Those days, where little inconveniences happen from the moment you wake up, building up so that by the end of them you feel utterly miserable. Where the smallest, dumbest things bring you to a point of exhaustion. 

It started with something as simple as your alarm going off slightly earlier, making you lose those extra 10 minutes of sleep. No point in going back to bed, right? You kept telling yourself that even as you grumbled, getting up to follow through with your usual routine. The only thing putting a smile on your face was Caleb's goodmorning text, something he always made sure to send before you even woke up, given he always did before you. It spread some warmth in your chest.

"Goodmorning, pips. I have some time off, so I thought I could pass by and we could spend some time together, given I've been so busy. How's that sound for you? :)"

You couldn't help but grin at the text, nothing made things better more than spending some good quality time with Caleb, your good mood returning as you replied excitedly, though that was soon to be shortlived. 

"I'll be free by 5pm! Maybe you can come pick me up at work?"

Then, you went to make breakfast, but were missing eggs as an ingredient. Strike 2, not being able to make the pancakes Caleb had taught you how to, before he once again left for Skyhaven. You tried keeping it together, so you stuck with eating cereal. It was okay, this was fine and no big deal at all, though the cereal tasted particularly bittersweet this morning.

You already had a rough start of your day, but it just kept piling up. Your bus was late, and so you arrived late to work. You lost your favorite pair of shoes somehow, too. You worked at a cat Cafe in Linkon City, it was pretty popular so the pay was actually really good, that was the only thing dragging you on today, do it for that bag as they say.. From outside, through the glass door and windows, you could see there were already about 3 costumers, but it wasn't full in the slightest, so you weren't that late.

You entered and a cute calico cat walked up to you, rubbing against your leg and meowing. You couldn't help but smile, the interaction relieving some of the stress as you crouched down to pet her head. Her fur was soft at the touch, and she seemed to relish the petting as she nuzzled against your hand.

"You're not usually this late, did something happen?" 

A voice called out from in front of you, a girl with short brown hair and purple eyes looking at you with a surprised expression, holding two plates with desserts in her hands. Your coworker Tara, currently serving some costumers their desserts as a cat lies on the lap of one of them. You nod at her, face apologetic as you stood up. This IS a really popular cat cafe, so being late wasn't exactly the best. 

"Bus was late.. And before that I was searching for my shoes"

Tara nodded in understanding, setting down the desserts in front of the two costumers, before nodding towards the counter and walking towards it, gesturing you to follow her. Once you reached behind the counter, you grabbed one of the aprons from the Cafe, with its logo and signature on it, and tied it up on you. At least it was a cute apron. 

"I get that.. Well, don't worry! You didn't miss much and we're only getting started, let's do our best!"

Tara cheerfully patted your shoulders, and you nodded with a small smile. If the day kept going okay, perhaps it wouldn't be so bad. You thought that, though it was quick to die in your mind in just a few hours. 

-

The costumers kept coming and leaving, and as tiring as it was, time flew by so fast you realized it was already 4pm. You felt tired, dreading every moment as you kept telling yourself it couldn't get worse after you found your lunch wasn't packed properly, and insects got to it. A costumer entered the shop, an old lady, well not that old. Maybe in her 40s, dark hair, eyes.. you weren't sure, she was wearing sunglasses, even though the sun wasn't that bright today. She settled down, ordering a dessert, petting the cats, the usual. You placed the dessert on her table and immediately she frowned, giving you a nasty look, almost like she was surprised you'd even give something like that to her. 

"There must be some sort of mistake, I didn't order this at all."

Her tone was sharp, and you were confused, because you made sure to always repeat the order to the costumers as you wrote it down, so that they could correct you if you had heard wrong. You gave her a polite smile, trying your best to stay calm. Costumer service.. 

"Ma'am, you ordered the Lemon dessert, correct?"

You asked, opening the menu as you pointed to the name on the list. The lady looked at you, then the menu, and huffed out a scoff as she tapped on the table in frustration. You could see her ego flutter around her like an ominous aura.

"Yes, that's what I ordered. But it doesnt look the way I thought it would, are you sure that's the right dessert? If so, I'd like to send it back and order something else"

She said, as if that were truly possible. You couldn't help but frown, taking the menu and closing it, before flipping it and placing it on the table. It showed pictures of all the desserts, and the lady looked at it with complete dread, probably extremely embarrassed she didnt see it before. Tara was watching from a far, anxiously petting a cat, she'd of come there to stop you but honestly that lady looked pretty scary herself, so she stayed at a safe distance.

"There're pictures on the back. If you want us to bring you another dessert we'll be happy to bring you it right away, but that doesnt mean you wont have to pay for this one since you consciously chose it. Also.. it says it on the first page, to check the last one for pictures."

You spoke in the best polite tone you could give then, but the lady seemed entirely furious at your audacity, asking her to pay for something she wished to send back. She got up, not deigning you of another word, only muttering to herself as she left the Cafe. You heaved out a sigh, turning to look at Tara, your frustration apparent.

"I need a break"

You scoffed, sitting down to pet one of the cats. You looked over to the other cats, and then back at Tara. Misery washed over your body as you started counting the cats. Tara, noticing your reaction, followed your actions by counting the cats herself. Once you were both done, her exprssion was coated with anxiety, and yours coated with utter despair. You both turned to the door in unison, looking at it like your dreams died there. 

"...We lost Pumpkin." 

She muttered, with a sigh. Pumpkin was an orange cat, that more often than not decided to run away for a walk. She'd come back on her own but its not safe to leave a cat outside so you always would run after her. You quickly got up, taking your phone as you walked towards the entrance of the shop

"I'll ring you when i found her, you search in the back of the shop"

You said, and Tara nodded, getting to work. You exited the shop, usually Pumpkin went pretty far, and dark clouds were enveloping the sky, it was likely to rain, and hard. You started calling out for her, on the street, in the park, anywhere. You kept taking turns, as the clouds now were right above your head and all around you, drops of rain tapping your head, hands and shoulders. The kitty couldn't be that far, you told yourself, she usually didn't go this far, so where could she be?

The rain kept getting stronger, your clothes soaked by now as you ran into an alley, desperate to find the small cat. You didn't even realize it when you ran into a much taller figure, almost ending on the ground if it weren't for their arm immediately keeping you in balance.

"Fuck.. Im so Sorry! Are you hur-"

"Meow"

You stopped, eyes shooting to the kitty being held by their other hand. Of course she'd run up to a stranger... You sighed, dusting your clothes off, though there was little to do given it was pouring. The strangers umbrella laid on the floor, as you heard a familiar chuckle resound in the alley. That's when you realized, your gaze slowly trailing to his face.

"You said you'd be done by 5, so i thought I'd come a bit early to be there when you got out, but why are you soaked from head to toe? Lost a kitty?"

His tone was teasing as ever, and you couldn't help but puff your cheeks angrily at him. You didnt lose the kitty, no, the kitty lost herself. You quickly took a step forward, reaching out to cradle the kitty in your arms as you scoffed.

"Running off like that.. you're going to make me lose my job"

You sighed, finally setting your eyes properly on Caleb. He was in his pilot uniform, he must of gotten off work and came straight here. But now he was soaked, since you had knocked the umbrella out of his hand. His hair was dripping, rain running down his pretty face as his gaze stayed fixated on you, a teasing smile on his lips, one that you'd gladly of wiped off, preferably with your own lips you thought. He looked way too good to be soaked in the rain, and you were grateful there wasn't anyone around to see him.

"You know, this kitty here runs off often, she always goes to weird strangers"

You scoffed, saying a half-lie. Its true she did run off often, but you had just wanted to get under his skin as always, it was not fair if he was the only one teasing! But all that got you from Caleb was a chuckle, a small laughter as he reached out, ruffling your hair with a grin.

"Didn't you say the first time she ran off she went straight to you? That's how you got the job"

You entirely ignored his remark, given he was a 100% right. Instead, you pet the kitty, eyes trailing to the umbrella on the floor. You then looked back at Caleb, and you couldn't help but stare for a little. It wasn't long, but enough to take in his features. You turned around, as if ready to walk away.

"You're just in time either way, I'll take this one back and clock out, so let's go"

You simply said, and you heard a small "Yes ma'am" behind you, in a way where you could hear the grin on his face. Before you knew it, the rain had stopped hitting your head, soaking you. Caleb was now by your side, holding the umbrella over the both of you, but you could tell it was slightly more on your side. It was subtle, but it made your heart skip a beat, how he always found a way to prioritize you. 

You two made your way back to the cat cafe, Tara waiting anxiously as she tapped her finger on the counter. Her eyes lit up as you walked in, towel ready to go as she rushed over to cradle the kitty in it, she sighed in relief like she'd been holding it in.

"There you are! Geez, you need to stop running off like that!" 

She said, before she turned to you and gave you a huge smile. She settled down on a chair, warming up the kitty as she dried her off. 

"You can leave the rest to me and clock out, since you had to go run and get all soaked like that" 

She said, almost apologetically. You nodded, walking towards the back of the shop, taking your things and hanging the apron, before you turned back and bid goodbye to Tara. You exited the shop, rushing close to Caleb and under his umbrella. He looked down at you, almost like he couldn't be happier to be here, even if you were both soaked. You sighed, wrapping your arm around his, and he tensed up for a second, only for a second, before relaxing and letting out a small breath.

"Ready to go?"

He asked, and you just nodded. Today was such a stressful day, everything piled up so badly that you had no energy anymore. So you and Caleb walked, and walked, the sound of the rain hitting the ground enveloping you. He went off about his day, about some accident that happened with his friend Gideon, and how his job went at the fleet. You offered him some "mhm", "really?" and "and then?", too exhausted to converse but always happy to hear about his day, or about anything as long as you got to hear his voice. He continued speaking, not at all put off by your lack of replies, he knew you all too well, and knew that you were just tired.

You finally reached a bus stop, one of those that have seats and some sort of roof. Caleb slowly closed his umbrella as you settled down, a soft sigh leaving your lip as you slumped against his shoulder. The sun was setting, but the sky was still so cloudy, and rainy. The bus stop was settled near a park, or rather it was across from it, and you could see some kids playing under the rain, sliding down the slides, swinging in the swings. The picture perfect idea of childhood. You couldn't help but look at them nostalgically, it was as if some way, you could see you and Caleb playing just like that.

Your gaze didn't go unnoticed, as Caleb gently took your hand. He did it slowly, intertwining your fingers together, painfully slowly, really. He gave you time to pull away, gave you so many chances that you simply didn't take, as you squeezed his hand ever so slightly. All the frustration catched up to you, and before you knew it your eyes were teary.

"It would be nice.."

You started off, eyes fixated on the children playing.

"It would be nice, if things were still that easy. If the only issue was coming home in time for dinner."

You said, with a small smile on your face. Caleb didn't move, he didn't say anything for a second, only wanting to listen. You must of sounded so dramatic right then, you think. It's not like somebody died, you just had a rough day. But that's the day of any adult, and children dont have to worry about certain things. It must of sounded so dramatic and pathetic, and yet you couldn't help but want to go back to those easier days.

Caleb slowly brought your hand to his lips, making you turn as a tear rolls down your cheek. He offered you a gentle smile, brushing his lips over the back of your hand. His eyes were soft, and in those violet hues you could only sense warmth, it made you want to burst into tears, to let it all out no matter how dramatic you could be.

"We can always go back to those days, even if its just for one night.. or for one moment. Whenever you'll need a playmate, I'll be right here to play with you."

His words rang with such gentleness you couldn't help but sniffle back a sob, as you nodded slowly. In your life, Caleb was the only constant. He was the only one who understood you deeply, who didn't need to be told a single thing because he already knew if something was wrong. The only one who would look at you, and take care of you no matter how dumb or childish you thought your feelings were. You had each other's backs, always.

He smiled as you started crying, taking your hand away from his lips before getting up. You looked at him, confused, but he only gave you a reassuring smile, as he pulled you out from under the roof, the rain hitting you once again.

"You don't need to worry about a single thing when you're with me."

He said, tugging you closer as he pulled you in for a hug. The rain grounded you, and maybe it grounded him too. That this was real, that your warmth as he nuzzled against your cheek was real. That your hand was really holding his. That his heartbeat against your own, was loud and real. You cried, and you only hugged him tighter. When you're with Caleb, you don't have to be strong. It's okay to be childish, to be overwhelmed and maybe even dramatic.

You stayed like that for a while, in silence. Only the sound of the rain, and his heartbeat could be heard, almost lulling you to sleep even as you stood. You melted entirely against him, all of the frustration and exhaustion leaving your body. When he pulled away, he reached up to brush his thumb over your cheek. You couldn't help but feel your cheeks warm up, you must of looked so entirely embarrassing right then. But Caleb's gaze was gentle, and you didn't miss the slight flush of his cheeks from your close proximity.

"Let's go home, I'll cook you something good, and then run you a warm bath so you don't get sick"

He whispered, and you only nodded, as you sniffled and wiped your tears, though it didn't do much given your face was still wet from the rain. You took your things, and he opened his umbrella, once again sheldering you. You wrapped your arm around his, and you made your way home, but not before shooting one last glance at the children playing, running off to their houses now. You could only smile to yourself, giving a small squeeze to Caleb's arm.

-

That's how you found yourself at home. When you arrive, it's not long before Caleb has already run you warm bath, settling in the kitchen to cook you something warm. 

"Go take a nice, warm bath. By the time you're out it'll be ready"

He says, with a smile on his lips. You nod, walking towards the bathroom. Your pajama is already settled on the washing machine, and you can't help but smile. Its one of those pjs you bought with him, and you're sure you've got his matching set somewhere in your drawers, always ready for when he stays the night. You let yourself soak in the warm bath, relaxing, replaying in your head Caleb's words and the way he said them. You can't help but slide down, making bubbles in the water as your face gets warm.

When you're done, you dry up, throwing on your violet pjs, a simple buttoned shirt and sweatpants. You walk outside with a towel draped around your neck, your hair dripping slightly. Caleb's just done settling the food on the table. He smiles, sitting down as you sit next to him.

"..Thank you"

You blurt out, looking at the food with a warm smile. Caleb's cooking felt like a warm hug, it was something that reminded you of him too, of course. Maybe that's why it was so important for you to learn at least a few recipes from him, replicating them whenever you missed him. You take a spoonful of the food, a warm soup with pieces of chicken in it. You don't even realize Caleb's looking at you, with an expression you cant quite describe.

"You don't need to thank me, pips. It's my job to take care of you"

His words hit you, and you're sure he can tell your ears are a little red. Caleb has always been like that, with you two being childhood friends and taken in by the same woman, he always took on the role of the doting friend who thinks he needs to take care of you. You always loved his care, even as you grew up, even as adults now, you love Caleb's care. But you can't help but selfishly wish, or hope, that his care doesn't come from a feeling of needing to, but a feeling of wanting to. 

You both finish eating, and as he gets up to go wash the dishes, you quietly walk to your room, taking his own set of matching pjs. You walk to the bathroom next, settling it on the washing machine before running him a bath. He'd probably tell you that you didn't need to, but it didn't matter. He took such good care of you, that you always wanted to do something for him too, even if it was clumsily or ended up looking silly. You walk outside of the bathroom, seeing he's almost done washing the dishes, you walk up to him, reaching out to tug at his shirt behind.

"I ran you a bath, go take it while its still warm.."

You trail off, not looking at his face. Its embarrassing, for some reason. You take a peek up, and though you can only see the back of his head, his ears are red. You can't help but smile to yourself, almost proud you got that reaction from him. He nods slowly, finishing up the dishes.

"Thanks pips, you didn't have to"

He says, drying his hands before turning around. He wraps his arms around you, settling his chin on top of your head. His body's warm, but its soaked from the rain, and though he's holding you he's not holding you close enough to soak your own clean clothes. After a while he lets you go, smiling as he goes to take his warm bath. Caleb feels a rush of different emotions hit him as he settles his eyes on the matching pjs. He let's out a sigh, staring at it. He'll never get over it, how you always keep this pair you bought together for when he comes to stay the night, or how he does the same exact thing for you. He can't wait to be done with his bath just to be close to you again, but he feels he's in heaven, getting to take a bath prepared by you. The scent of your shampoo, and bodywash just envelopes him and he swears he can't take it. 

Once he comes out, he finds you with two mugs, one with lemon tea in it, the other with peach tea. You hold the peach tea in your hands, sipping at the warm liquid as you turn to Caleb, sitting on your couch. You slide the mug towards him on the coffee table, smiling. 

"I made you tea"

You simply say, patting the spot next to you. And how could he refuse? He quickly sits down, taking the mug in his hands as he sips. Its slightly sour. He smiles, settling down the cup on the coffee table. You do the same, cuddling up to him as you pull a soft blanket over your bodies. You're so tired, you really hated days like these. But they were the best days, as long as Caleb was there by your side. He reaches out, fingers threading in your hair as he pets your head. 

"Thank you. Next time you need to find a kitty, why don't you call me right away? Seems im good at finding them"

He teases, and you can't help but scoff, hitting his chest playfully. He only laughs, and that laughter is all you need in your life to feel at peace. Exhaustion catches up to you as you slump against him, your eyelids growing heavy. Caleb leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. You don't have to look at him to imagine how red his face must be, but he does it nontheless. He kissed your forehead, and your temple, and he trails his hand from your head to your back, rubbing circles on it. 

"Sweet dreams, my baby apple. I'll be right here when you wake up"

He speaks sweetly, and sure enough, you fall asleep. The day started out so badly, but it all didn't matter when Caleb held you, just like he had always done since childhood. That might of been the best sleep you had gotten in months, right in his arms.

[meow-moment]

My distoipian short story i hope you like it

I wake up. I turn off my alarm clock (head implant) and leave my house. My mom is already at work, her job as a looping stripper hologram starts at 3am. I get on the city bus (flying) and head to dystopian megaschool. Chris Pratt Generalized Turbocademy, located in central HyperNeo CyberJersey.

As soon as I arrive the custodian android straps me into my infopod. The VR headset thrusts itself onto my eyes and feeds me two hours straight of propagandvertising (portmantaeu of propaganda+advertising). I am then quizzed.

"Who Won The Neon Wars?" It asks.

"PepsiCo," I answer.

"How Many People Died In The Neon Wars?"

"2.6 Trillion."

"Name One Long-Term Consequence Of The Neon Wars."

"The sun got extinguished."

And the quiz continues. I get every question right- if I got two or more wrong, my infopod would liquefy me and send my remains to the cafeteria to be served as lunch. The headset chastises my handwriting and recommends a stabilizer implant for my wrist. (I already have one but the machine is trying to get me to admit it's a bootleg. If I do admit it, I will also be liquefied.)

After that is lunch. They're serving my favorite today: liquefied students. I meet up with my friends Xyrone, Klazzz, and M.I.K.E. and we gossip together.

Xyrone is a hacker with a headset constantly strapped over his eyes and a bitcoin-mining rig surgically mounted to his back. He doesn't need to study because he can break through the school's firewall and change his grades to A's. We keep asking him to change ours too, but he's a Nova-Libertarian, so he thinks if we want it that bad we should do it ourselves.

Klazzz was recruited at age 8 to pilot a mech in the global manhunt for Saddam Hussien. (He'd have to be 900 years old by now at least, but modern medicine is crazy so I dunno.) A bully thinks it's be funny to mimic an explosion sound with his mouth right behind her, and her combat instincts kick in and she vaporizes him and his posse with her arm-mounted neutron cannon. (If anyone tries to remove it from her body, it shuts down her nervous system and then self-destructs, meaning it's classified as a disability aid)(that's why she's allowed to have it in school)

M.I.K.E. is a closeted singularity. He doesn't think anyone knows but he's obviously such a sjklop (slur for AIs) its not even funny. Sometimes I paint captchas on my face so he can't tell its me and then I beat the fuck out of him. I think it's funny.

We realize we all have next period free so we decide to skip class. On the way to our favorite pizza joint we notice a news bulletin being projected onto the sky. Greg (Eternal God-CEO, President, Emperor-Lord, and Judge of the Northern Hemisphere, as well as founder of tech startup Rooblop) is announcing that we're going to nuke Venus, just in case there are aliens there.

We turn around from the news just in time to realize that M.I.K.E.'s pathfinding has malfunctioned and led him into the middle of the street. He's hit by a car and immediately torn to shreds (all cars have sawblades mounted to the front to discourage jaywalking.) The driver doesn't even bat an eye (he's also an AI, his own pathfinding malfunctions a second later and he makes a sharp left turn into a crowded mall.) I save the footage and post it to the cloud. It gains 2 billion views over the next thirty seconds. Ten seconds after that, a rights organization cancels me for glorifying AI murder. On the horizon, I see a drone strike get called in on my Dystopian Megaschool, and I'm glad I skipped class.

We stop at the Dystopian Mega Pizza Shop on the way home. Their pepperoni is guaranteed to only be 90% liquefied high schoolers, and the cookies they sell even have real Khreim! (not to be confused with Cream, Creme, Kreem, Chreamm, or Kchreeighm.) Unfortunately, the entire restaurant is sold out, as the cadre of CopDrones in the corner bought everything edible in the building to fuel their starved appetites. Klazzz throws a disparaging insult in their direction, and in response they shoot Xyrone 87 times in the chest.

I arrive home. My mom is home on her 30 minute break. She's made meatloaf, made with Tomaytoh Soss(tm,) Garlic, Liquid Teenagers, and a whole lot of love. I give her a big hug. She says she has to run, but there's a special birthday treat in the freezer. I open it up to find a whole pint of ice cream waiting for me. My favorite flavor: mint chip.

And you'll never guess what it's made of.

That's right: Bugs.

THIS POST IS SATIRE

[bidisasterevankinard]

Sentences sunday

I was tagged by @beanarie (it was Saturday not Sunday, but ok, just take it)<3333 I found the idea how to start the frat boys au so the very first scene of the 1st chapter I hope to end till the middle of next week (feature 18 year old Buck and Maddie in her late 20s):

Deep breath.

Letting his chest expand fully taking in the breezy smell of rainy day, Evan smiles.

New beginnings. New chapter of his life. He’s finally free and everything, the whole world, is open for him to explore, to touch, to try. He can do anything and one would scream at him about not being careful to himseLf or forget about his existence or leave him because they have a better life. He can create his life as he wants it. Find his people. Be himself. Be Evan Buckley he never had a chance to be in that fucking ghost silent house.

He has a better life now. 

“Are you sure you have everything?” Maddie looks over his two duffel bags and backpack with a criticizing look. 

Evan just rolls his eyes. Maddie is such a mother-hen sometimes. It can be sweet, especially when he was younger, but he’s an adult already. He knows that’s best for him. 

He can care about himself. He actually already did for years since she left him. Not like Margaret or Philip did much.

“Yes, Maddie, I have everything I need. And I still have no books as I’ll get them only tomorrow.”

“What about pens, notebooks?”

“Gonna use my laptop and buy other stuff if I need,” he rolls his eyes again.

Can she not lecture him when he’s in such a good mood?

“Do you have enough clothes? Self-care products? Oh, my god, where’s your sheets, pillows? All that stuff?” Maddie grabs his bag to open it, but he snatches it back.

“Mom and dad s-shipped some of it before. They found out their old friends work here. He put it near the house and my roommates put it inside,” he nods at the house he would share with three guys for the next four years. “And I have three pairs of jeans: two everyday tight and party tight, some shorts, a lot of T-shirts and seven hoodies. If I need something, I’ll go and buy it. I’m living 20 minutes by bus from downtown, Maddie.”

He makes a face he always does when mom starts being too hysterical over nothing and Maddie hits his chest playfully.

“I know, I know,” she shakes her head, with a sigh, “I just can’t believe you’re starting college. Feels like yesterday I was given you baths,” she hugs him and he hugs her closer by her waist, putting his chin on her head.

“And you were taller those times.”

That makes them both giggle loudly. Maddie hasn’t been a taller sibling since his height spurt in 15. He still remembers her coming back from college, dropping the books she had in her hands, when he met her near the door. She was so shocked looking at him for 5 minutes straight not speaking.

“I promise to c-call and text as much as I can,” he gets his pinky up, “especially if I need my best big sister to help me, ok?”

She nods, intertwining her pinky with his.

“I love you, Evan. Have a good time in college!”

Ruffling his curls, he turns to her Jeep.

“Love you too,” he smiles at her, kissing her cheek goodbye, “And I will!”  

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[hana-no-seiiki]

☁️ . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ FIVE STAGES OF YANDERE ࿐: IDOL EDITION

“ 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐋𝐋 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒, 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐈 𝐃𝐈𝐃. “

⟣┄─ ˑ 𝐈. ✧ yandere! idol! oc (jisoo han) x superfan/manager! reader

✧ tw/cw: yandere themes, reader is also yandere at the start, mentions of anxiety and self harm, honestly idol life is its own tw

HAPPY HANA NO SEIIKI ANNIVERSARY YA’LL!!

[ series masterlist ]

⟣┄─ ˑ STAGE ONE. ✧ DENIAL

“Oh gosh (oh gosh) this is so crazy. I’ve fallen in love again.

I trip so easily.

Adore new things, they sparkle.”

“Why are you so obsessed with him?”

“Dunno, just am.”

Your entire life revolved around Yesterday’s Dawn’s ace, Eve. The idol who had been in everyone’s lips. Whose name had been heard throughout nations you’ve never even heard of.

He was your sun, the reason you had the energy to wake up every single day, the light of your life.

Every waking moment you spent it either thinking of him or offering your services for name.

It was normal for you to spend hours looking at his schedule, knowing where he was, being around him most times, or staring at media of him.

Somehow, you were able to land a job as his manager.

You were finally closer to your god.

But you swiftly find out that no man should be likened to one for only disappointment can be found in such a path.

Eve was a lot more . . . burnt out than you expected. A lot less passionate and energetic than he was in camera if not irritable.

It was normal for him to harass workers when they didn’t meet a standard he imposed, as such, after the first few weeks of your employment everyone that you were with have already been fired, quit, and/or paid to keep their silence on the matter.

Yet your feelings for him only stayed; as your employment with the company. Your meticulous and proactive nature as a fan site owner allowed you to take much of the workload he threw at you.

The little admiration you have left for the man kept you standing.

And if only you were a little less stressed you’d notice his scarlet eyes providing stares of amusement, bewilderment, and growing affection.

You never complained (at least, in a place where he could hear you).

Whenever he asked for impossible items or schedules you’ll simply grin and work things out in your little way.

You adjusted to his turbulent temperament as quickly as an experienced pilot in a stormy sky, a sailor of uncharted, dangerous waters.

You were brilliant. Reminiscent of his times as a trainee.

Bit by bit he started lessening your workload. Allowing you to rest. Hell, even giving you his coffee if he didn’t want it. He never gives away his coffee.

You acquiesced to many of his whims but were never a pushover. Always doing your job perfectly. Keeping him in line.

He would have fallen for you already, had he not been in love with someone else.

⟣┄─ ˑ STAGE TWO. ✧ ANGER

“Peek-a-boo! It’s only love when my heart quivers.

All my friends yell at me, they say I have a problem.

I’m fine fine fine fine fine fine!”

“ For this comeback period, [L/N] will be assigned to Hayate instead. Eve will have his senior’s manager work with him instead.”

“Understood.”

You were assigned to another member around Spring.

Yesterday Dawn’s most hectic time of the year aside from fall as the group’s concept was as the name suggested, focused more on nostalgia and times of youth.

You were relieved.

You never thought you would have been able to say that after being separated from Eve, but now it was the only thing you had on your mind.

No more late night calls about wanting coffee but throwing the leftovers at you the moment he was sick of the taste, no more work being thrown at you and taken away at random moments, no more working around his schedule so that he’ll have time to meet that dear senior of his in private.

You were free.

Hayate was known to be the harsher one in the fandom, but much like Eve his image was a bit different from his actual self.

Sure he was demanding, but he was fair. He wasn’t controlled by whims and impulse. You were finally able to do your job properly til the end, and you didn’t always feel a judging stare from him like Jisoo would always throw at you.

You were finally able to smile.

However, you see, being a manager for another member did not mean you would completely be free of your original client.

Hayate and Eve worked quite closely, and as such, you’d often help with Jisoo’s requests even if you weren’t obligated to.

Eve immediately saw the change in you.

You were, a lot more bright. Less haggard. Your voice less hoarse. Relaxed.

You were already getting along better with his group member than you ever did with him.

Eve wasn’t really the type to show his anger actively. He was always more, passive.

The senior he was head over heels for was slowly forgotten as he’d spent countless of hours pouring his feelings into his music. What was supposed to be a bittersweet spring album turned out to be one of sour regret and frustration.

Of course, it was still a hit. It even scored him a collaboration with the senior he oh so wanted to have their eyes on him. But all he could think of as he went to bed early in the morning was the way you’d laugh whenever Hayate spoke to you.

Hmph, the guy wasn’t even funny.

⟣┄─ ˑ STAGE THREE. ✧ BARGAINING

“Hey you, do you wanna play a game? I already know what you want.

Close your eyes and count to 10. Don’t matter anyways

Cause I am going to find you.”

“Did you hear? Jisoo got his first scandal. Apparently he bullied a bunch of students during high-school.”

“Wasn’t he . . . homeschooled?”

Causing scandals was easy. Dealing with scandals was not.

All Eve had to do was talk to some people, had a few pictures edited and voila, chaos.

It was amusing really, his company superiors would ply him with reassurances and sweet words; telling him that everything will be fine and dealt with while his pr managers dropped down like flies trying to prevent the flames of hatred from spreading too far.

All of them, hopelessly unaware.

All but his stupid senior.

“Why are you doing this now, Ji?”

They always looked down at him almost. Like he was a petulant child that needed to be coddled or scolded depending on their mood.

“We should focus on the track.”

And like he expected, you were brought right back to him. As you should be.

The heads figured out that you were the only one capable of handling the shitstorm without falling into the hands of alcohol or other substances in grief.

And as they expected you did.

After all, you had a timeline of his entire life in a canva document. Even if it was only mentioned once in a concert interview before they went famous. You were an Eve superfan.

All you did was confirm the fact that Jisoo got homeschooled by contacting his parents and teachers, and the rest was easy. You even reactivated your fansite for such an occasion.

If only you hadn’t.

Maybe then Jisoo wouldn’t have a definite reason to pursue you.

⟣┄─ ˑ STAGE FOUR. ✧ DEPRESSION

“You’ll never get this concept, you might as well forget it

Just play again, bet it all, roll the dice

BLANCA”

Eve thought he was doing well in terms of romancing you.

Ever since he found out about your fansite instead of feeling disgust and horror he felt . . . great, amazing even. A high the stage could never give him.

Of course, you two were destined.

It was only his duty to protect you as your partner, to spoil you, dote on you.

Even if you don’t realize your intertwined fates yet.

. . .

Eve always hovered over you.

Usually managers took shifts with watching over the idols. Half of your time was supposed to be spent planning rather than overseeing his activities.

Yet you seemed to have a never ending babysitting responsibility.

Your past self would have committed several war crimes for the sake of this opportunity. But after a year or so under his ‘care’ you found yourself slowly veering off into the type of insanity you didn’t like falling in.

You felt a bit like Andy from the original Devil Wears Prada book, only that your resentment simmered slowly. Forming into a hideous red sludge of exasperation whenever he randomly wanted to take a vacation. Forcing only you to come with him. Which meant an even bigger workload, and even more people to talk to for flights, schedule conflicts, reservations and all that.

You snapped.

It was a calm afternoon.

The sun was burning you alive as Eve insisted you two would go on a ‘beach date’ for some summer fun.

He shoved a drink in your hand.

And you just broke down.

Tears fell from your eyes, your breath shallow.

You asked him if this amused him. If your suffering was funny to him. If making you fall over just to get his demands on time made him feel fulfilled as a person.

And before he could answer you ran.

A week after that your schedule was finally normal.

Eve kept his distance. Not just from you but from everyone.

You knew of his anxiety attacks and depression before. But seeing those up close and personal scared you.

Things only get worse from here.

⟣┄─ ˑ STAGE FIVE. ✧ ACCEPTANCE

“So it’s too late you’re in the game now. If you keep up might not lose it.

The jungle gym of fun, like hell yeah

Makin the moon fall down down down.”

Eve spent most of his ‘hiatus’ watching your posts of him. Edits, fanfictions, photography, fancams.

Of course, it wasn’t to see himself perform again. He already did that on a regular basis to make sure he kept himself up to the standards of an idol.

It was to see your captions.

Your fanatic raving made him feel . . . loved.

Your previous thoughts on his performances made him feel complete. Like he found a missing piece of a puzzle he kept trying to put something else to fill it in.

Another part of his hiatus was spent preparing for his graduation. The termination of his contract.

It was clear you didn’t love him as an idol anymore. It was his fault really. He couldn’t see how he was hurting you with his work and desires.

If there was another thing he can thank his idol work for was the amount of money he had saved.

Now, he had a new home built far away from civilization. It was completely soundproof. The bed he ordered was custom made, tailored to your preferences this time rather than his. Food stocked to the nines. A few instruments here and there so he could compose even while retired.

He can always make a new song, a new life for you two to enjoy together.

“My voice, my body, my soul. It had always been yours. I just didn’t realize it.”

✧ [AUTHOR’S NOTE]:

For more EVE content check out the #hns.eve tag 🩵

Lyrics are a mix of translations from the og song and Mitch Joseph’s cover.

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©️ hana.no.seiiki - yun | 2024

[maybankslove]

the summer that changed everything

chapter 1.1: pilot

series masterlist

warnings: violence, use of weapons, drinking, mentions of smoking, significant weather event, swearing, mentions of death, stealing, illegal activity

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“that’s what about a three story fall to the deck?” pope said, glancing up at john b from the balcony below. i give you about a one in three chance of survival”

john b teetered on the edge of the roof, balancing on one foot, his beer still clutched in the other hand. “should i do it?” he questions his voice laced with sarcasm while licking his finger and then holding it in the wind. “yeah you should jump, i’ll shoot you on the way down!” pope replies smirking while holding a drill up at him.

“you’re gonna shoot me?” john b shot back and then does finger guns at him.

kiara walks out from the house with a repulsed look on her face “they’re gonna have japanese toilets with towel warmers” she says, clearly unimpressed.

“of course they are, why wouldn’t they?” jj expressed. she glanced around “this use to be a turtle habitat but who cares about the turtles i guess?”

“i can’t have cold towels” “can you please not kill yourself?” kiara chimes before you can respond “yeah john b please be careful” your voice being laced with concern.

“don’t spill that beer! I’m not giving you another one” jj warns him“how much you wanna bet that he drops it now”. you say smirking. they both turn their heads after they hear a thunk to see that he did in fact drop the can. she turns back to stare at jj telling him “told you”.

you stare over at pope, who is leaning over the railing “pope what is it?”. “uh security’s here let’s wrap it up”. we all jump to our feet and start moving fast, darting through the house in a rush to escape. as we near the edge of the house, you quickly scan the room — only to spot jj caught in the grip of a security guard. “jj come on!” you shout out. he breaks free and runs towards her direction and then pope, jj and herself make a break towards the fences. they hop the fences and on the other side they are greeted by kie and john b pulling up in the twinkie. john b shouts out “bus is leaving!” the three of us scramble towards the van and climb inside as john b speeds off.

gary starts chasing us so jj leans out the side of the van holding a beer can in his hand and starts to mock gary, pope joining in “check out gary, gunnin’ for a raise.” when gary yells back, “you little pricks!”, jj hurls the beer can in his direction—missing by a mile—just as kiara grabs his shirt and pulls him back into the van. “they don’t pay you enough, bro,” jj calls out with a smirk as the van speeds away.

the outer banks. paradise on earth some may say. our natural habitat, our home. now it’s split into two different tribes, kooks and pogues. figure 8 and the cut. guess where we aren’t from.

pogues, pogies, the throwaway fish, only some of the names that we have been given.

first up, jj. her closest friend, the person she can count on for anything. hes about as local as it gets. fishing, smuggling, drinking, smoking. you name it, jj is familiar with it. yeah he’s reckless. but it’s not for nothing. every wild decision he makes is rooted in loyalty and love for his friends. a future tax cheat for sure, and hands down the best surfer we all know. and if we are being honest, he’s got a thing for y/n, even if he tries to tell us otherwise.

next up is kiara or kie, as we call her. she grew up on figure 8, but like y/n, she’s a pogue at heart. she loves saving turtles and getting dolphin tattoos. her parents are not our biggest fans. they own the wreck, this outer banks institution basically just a cash cow for tourists. kie and y/n. they’re each others go to for anything and everything. oh, and pope and john b definitely have a thing for her. but we’re not talking about that right now.

and then there’s pope—the genius of the group. a finalist for the luther t. vanderhorst merit scholarship and hands-down the smartest person any of us know. sure he’s a little bit of a weirdo, but he’s one of us and we wouldn’t trade him for anything. now his dad, heyward—he’s a legend around here. if you need anything on the island, you can assume that heyward knows how to get it.

and then there’s john b or, as you like to call him, your savior. you call him that because he was the one that saved you from the bubble wrap of figure 8. gave you a taste of freedom—of what it really means to live life as a pogue. john b lets us crash at the chateau whenever we need. it’s his home, but also it’s our unofficial hangout spot. his dad went missing at sea about nine months ago, chasing some lost shipwreck. it’s been rough on him ever since but he keeps going.

and finally, y/n! daughter of sarah miller. as for her dad? big mystery. no one talks about it, and she’s done asking. she grew up on figure 8 surrounded by the kooks, especially the cameron’s. her mother is best friends with rose being around them wasn’t optional. she may act oblivious, but she definitely has a thing for jj. everyone sees it except for her. ever since she met john b and the pogues, she started spending more time on the cut, and her mom hates it. they don’t see eye to eye anymore—and honestly? y/n is fine with that. she’s finally living life on her own terms.

our day started like any other one, waking up at the chateau, our heads pounding from the party the night before. john b was already up about to leave to go in for some meeting with dcs-probably something about his uncle again. “you look like you slept in a ditch,” kie muttered from under a blanket, eyes barely open. “feels like I did,” john b replied, running a hand through his hair.

after john b wrapped up his meeting with dcs, we all met back up at the dock. the usual buzz of boat engines and seagulls filled the air. but the crowd was quieter than usual—heads turned toward the tv mounted above the bait shop. the screen showed grainy footage of storm clouds swirling in the atlantic. hurricane agatha. making landfall early tomorrow morning right on kildare island.

- the next morning -

you wake up to your mom shaking you awake, her voice already halfway into a lecture. “get up. go get ready—we’re heading to the camerons’. gonna see if they need help cleaning up after the storm.” you groan, pulling the blanket up over your head. “why would i want to do that?” she crosses her arms at you. “because they’re our friends, y/n. and we’re going to help them. we are leaving in thirty minutes—meet me at the car.” and with that, she turns around and walks out leaving your door wide open on purpose. you stare at the ceiling for a moment, fighting every sarcastic response that comes to your mind. you roll your eyes as you sit up, muttering under your breath, “can’t wait.”

you and your mom pull up to tannyhill, the gravel crunching under the tires. ward is already outside and greets us “hey guys, i appreciate you coming by but we’ve got plenty of help already, you’re more than welcome to hang out though!” you force a smile while mumbling “great.” the next 30 minutes drag on, you sitting on the porch while your mom makes some random conversation with rose about god knows what. you get tired of listening to them so you get up and walk off towards the yard. all of a sudden you here “boo” and you nearly jump out of your skin, dropping your phone in the process.

“jj what are you doing?” you say through a laugh, heart still racing as the adrenaline fades. “rescuing you of course, now come on let’s go” before you can protest, he grabs your hand and starts pulling you with him, weaving through the trees towards the dock like it’s a mission. the second you see the hms pogue on the water, that familiar sense of freedom kicks in. he helps you into the boat, his hand lingering for a second longer than it needs to. you slide onto the floor of the boat just as john b turns around from the wheel. “where are we going to?” you ask, eyebrows raised. john b shrugs with a lazy smile. “gonna grab the others and have a chill day on the water. figured you could use the escape.” jj shoots you a knowing look as he plops down beside you, his leg pressed lightly against yours. the engine comes alive, and as the boat pulls away from tannyhill, the tension that had been sitting in your chest all morning starting to calm down.

we pull up to heyward’s shop, the boat rocking gently as john b cups his hands around his mouth like a walkie-talkie. “we have a safety meeting. attendance mandatory.” pope steps out, already shaking his head “i can’t. my pops has me on lockdown.” jj doesn’t miss a beat. “your dad’s a pussy. over.” you smack jj’s leg with the back of your hand, giving him a look.“yeah, like that’s gonna work, genius.” but that doesn’t stop jj talking about how today is some free day. but then an idea hits you “pope make a run for it!” there’s a split second of hesitation before pope bolts, sprinting across the dock and jumping into the boat. you burst into laughter, giggling as he slides in next to jj, slightly out of breath. “you’re gonna get me killed,” pope mutters to you. you turn and head to the front of the boat, settling in with the wind in your hair as John B revs the engine again. next stop: kies.

as we pull up to kie’s dock, she’s already walking down toward us—barefoot, hair still damp, probably just came from surfing. john b calls out “You got some juice boxes?” kiara raises an eyebrow “just some yogurts and carrot sticks.” jj and you immediately exchange a look, looking unimpressed. in sync, the two of you ask, “what about our kind of juice boxes?” she grins, pulling a small cooler from behind her back like it’s a prize. “yeah.” you and jj high five, both grinning like kids “that’s our girl,” jj says, helping her into the boat.

we head into the marsh, the sun high and the water calm. kiara cracks open the cooler and starts passing out beers—one for jj, one for you, one for john b, and one for herself. pope stays at the wheel, designated driver for the day. jj who’s already halfway through his first beer, shouts toward the back, “hey pope, can you go a little faster?” he starts making his way to the bow of the boat, beer in hand. you lean back and sigh, watching him climb up. “oh god, here we go. guys cover your eyes.” “come on guys, it’s gonna work this time” jj says crouching at the front of the bow, trying to line his beer up with the wind like some kind of science experiment. pope obliges pushing the throttle forward on the boat. the boat picks up speed—and right on cue, the beer starts going everywhere, spraying him in the face. “told you!” you laugh while shielding yourself from the mist.

the chaos barely has time to settle when pope suddenly yells, “alright, alright stop!” the boat jerks hard to a halt. everyone flies forward causing john b grabs the side rail, kiara stumbles back into a seat, and jj? jj has gone flying straight off the front of the boat and into the water. “jj!” you shout, already running to the edge, scanning the surface for him. your heart skips as seconds pass with no sign of him, your body ready to dive in. but then he surfaces, “i think my heels touched the back of my head.” “jesus, are you okay?” you ask, checking him over. “i’m good,” he breathes out. “pope what the hell happened?!” “sandbar, the channel must’ve changed” he replies. you glance out at the water “great this whole place is probably fucked”.

a few moments later, pope squints down into the water, his brows furrowing. “guys, i think there’s a boat down there. john b chuckles, not even looking. “shut up.” “no, john b, im being serious—come look!” pope waves him over, pointing into the water. everyone leans over the edge to have a look, “holy shit,” kiara mutters. “that’s definitely a boat,” you say, heart picking up. everyone starts peeling off their clothes down to their swimwear before you all start diving into the water.

we all swim down to the wreck, kicking through the cloudy water as the shape of the boat becomes clearer. after a minute of circling it, we break the surface one by one, gasping for air and grabbing onto the edge of the boat. jj’s the first to speak, breathless but buzzing. “you guys saw that, right?” you nod, wiping water from your eyes. “yeah, but there’s no way that was there before the storm. someone would’ve seen it. there’s like a thousand boats that go through here this area every week.” we all climb back onto the boat when john b suddenly speaks up “that’s the boat i saw when i surfed the surge.” you whip around to face him, eyebrows raised. “you did what?” you say giving him a look that’s half shock, half i’m not even surprised you would do something that reckless. “okay, well, that definitely confirms my theory—this boat wasn’t here before the storm.”

a few minutes later, as the boat gently rocks and everyone catches their breath, pope speaks up. “wait do we know whose boat that is?” john b, already stirring with that familiar gleam in his eye, starts to stand. “no. but we’re about to find out.” You narrow your eyes at him, arms crossed. “john b, really?”

jj starts talking about the water. “dude, it’s too deep. you’re not gonna make it.” john b grins and fires back without missing a beat. “oh, for the weak and feeble jj.” jj gives him a warning “right well, i’m not resuscitating you, just making that clear up front.” “that’s fine, JJ,” john b replies, all calm and casual as he steps over to the anchor. he picks it up, testing the weight, then walks it toward the edge of the boat like he’s about to attempt something completely reckless. “diver down?” pope says, half-joking. john b nods solemnly, lining up with the edge. “diver down.” and right then without hesitation jj shoves him in the back. john b lets out a surprised yelp before vanishing over the edge with a splash. you start laughing. “you’re such an ass.” jj smirks, peering over the side. “he’ll thank me for the dramatic entrance.”

minutes pass and there’s no sign of him. we all anxiously wait on the edge of the boat waiting for him to resurface. “should we go and get him?” pope asks and you can tell his voice is laced with tension. you don’t answer you just start to go straight for the water. the second your feet are about to leave the boat, john b bursts through the surface. with a loud gasp, splashing water everywhere. He swims back to the boat and everyone rushes him at once, hands helping him up as questions start flying from all directions. “did you find anything?” “any dead bodies?” “looting potential?” jj adds, eyebrow raised. once john b sits back down on the boat, he pulls out a motel key. “great we found a motel key” jj said sarcastically. pope shakes his head and heads back to the wheel, restarting the engine with a low grumble. john b studies the key more closely, you can tell his gears are turning. kiara settles at the back of the boat, her eyes out over the water, quiet for a second. meanwhile, you and jj drift toward the bow, both of you flopping down. you lean your head on jj’s shoulder, and for a moment, the noise fades. he doesn’t say anything, but you feel him shift slightly, just enough to rest his cheek on the top of your head. kie’s voice cuts through the calm. “guys, we should report the wreck to the coastguard. maybe we’ll get a finder’s fee!” pope nods from the wheel and turns the boat slowly in the direction of the coastguard office.

you pull up to the dock outside the coastguard station and it’s already chaos—boats lined up, officers moving in and out, storm reports still coming in. the place is buzzing with people, everyone trying to recover from hurricane agatha’s mess. john b and jj hop off the boat and head inside to report the wreck. the rest of you stay behind, watching from the deck, tension creeping in with every passing minute. when they finally reappear, it’s obvious—no luck. their faces say it all: annoyed, brushed off, and definitely empty-handed. “well, now what?” you ask, crossing your arms as they climb back aboard. john b raises the motel key in his hand, confidence already building behind his smirk. “i think i know how we’re gonna find the guy who owns that boat.” pope starts to express his concern with the idea to which kiara said “come on, we’ll be lookouts, pope.” john b adds “and hey—at least you’ll only be an accomplice. that’s gotta count for something, right?” you walk past him with a pat on the shoulder. “too late to back out now, genius, come on.”

we pull up to the summer winds motel, greeted by a building that’s clearly seen better days. “what a shitshow” you say while looking around at the building. “doesn’t look like the type of place someone with a grady-white would stay.” john b states. “looks like the opposite kind of place if im being honest” you reply. jj hops off the boat and secures it to a rusted post near the motel. john b steps off the boat and starts heading toward the motel, but pope quickly grabs his arm and points a stern finger at jj. “hey—don’t let him do anything stupid.” “i’m not making any promises”. he goes to walk off again before kie stops him, handing him the key. “be careful,” she says. “i mean it.” john b laughs it off before continuing towards the motel.

after a few minutes, we see them at the door, and then they we slip inside the room. you, kiara, and pope stay back, making small talk to pass the time while waiting for them to return. you glance over toward the car park after hearing a sudden commotion and spot a couple of cops pulling in, lights off but moving with purpose. “guys, look!!” you whisper sharply, trying to get the others' attention. “the cops!” you say, eyes locked on the squad car pulling into the lot. They snap their heads toward the parking lot, eyes widening as they spot the officers making their way up the stairs. “guys, we have to do something—come on!” you urge, already moving. by the time you all reach the motel window, the cops are nearly at the door. you and pope both grab a couple of rocks from the ground and hurl them at the window, the soft thuds echoing in the tense silence. a moment later, john b’s head pops into view. you all start frantically pointing toward the door, mouthing “cops!” over and over. he vanishes back into the room, and without waiting, the three of you taking off and running toward the boat.

kie sprints to the helm, already flipping switches as she calls out, “should we peel?” you and pope respond in perfect sync, “you never leave a pogue behind.” reluctantly, she hesitates, hand hovering over the throttle as the three of you stay put, nerves on edge, eyes locked on the building. moments later, jj and john b appear climbing out onto the roof. “oh my god, what are they doing?” you say, half in disbelief, half in panic, as they stand on the edge of the roof that’s outside the window.

jj reaches into his pocket for something, but there’s a sudden crash—the sound of something falling and hitting the pavement below. “shit,” you mutter under your breath. the blinds in the motel room snap open, and without hesitation, all of you whip around, pretending like you hadn’t been watching at all, slipping back into casual conversation like nothing’s happening. moments stretch like hours before the cops finally exit the room, none the wiser. a few minutes later, jj and john b come jogging back down and hop onto the boat, both grinning like idiots. without a word, pope starts the engine and drives away from the motel.

“well, that was fun,” jj joked, dropping into his seat. “did you guys even find anything?” you ask. jj pulls a wad of cash and a handgun from his pants. “what the hell,” you chided, staring wide-eyed. “why would you take that from a crime scene?” pope semi-shouted “better than the cops having it,” jj shrugged, glancing around at the rest of you. “seriously, guys?” you groaned. “are you serious? i’m gonna lose my merit scholarship.” jj rolls his eyes and casually lifts the gun to popes lips, silencing him. “at least you have us, right?” pope sighs, deadpan. “i’m living a nightmare.”

we make our way back to the docks only to see emergency personnel swarming the area, lights flashing. a stretcher is being rushed down the wooden planks, someone lying motionless on it. “wait guys who is that?” you wondered. peeler starts to talk “scooter grubbs, he was out during the storm. check out this pic i got, dead body.” she shows us the picture on her phone. “what kind of boat did he have?” jj asked. “somehow that dirtbag copped a brand new grady white, everyone’s out looking for it.” you and jj glance at each other, the realization hitting you both at the same time. no words need to be said—your eyes say it all. “that was his boat,” jj mutters under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear. your stomach drops a little as the weight of it settles in. what started as a chill day on the water just got a lot darker.

kiara, jj, john b, and you head back to the chateau, the weight of the day still lingering but not enough to kill the vibe completely. the four of you settle on the patio, the late afternoon sun casting a golden hue across the yard. a couple of minutes later, pope bursts through the door, breathless and wide-eyed, practically stumbling over his words “ok, so we didn’t see anything and we don’t know anything. we need to have total and complete amnesia.” jj remarks “actually popes right, deny deny deny.” “guys, we can’t keep that money.” kiara chimes in, her voice laced with concern. “we have to pass it off to lana, otherwise it’s bad karma.” “okay guys hold on does this not all seem a little weird to you? scooter grubbs with stacks of cash?” you expressed. “yeah i agree with you something just doesn’t seem right, this is scooter grubbs we’re talking about. same dude that’s buying individual cigarettes at the porthole. shit one time, i saw this dude begging for change in the save a lot parking lot. we are talking about a dirtbag, marina rat who’s never had more than 40 bucks in his pocket and somehow managed to get a brand-new grady white, just saying” john b says while raising his hands up.

an hour passes and we’re out on the dock, lines in the water “think about it, how does a marina rat get a grady white pope?” “prostitution” “well no, square groupers bro, flying under the radar, no aerial surveillance. they don’t do that stuff during a hurricane. which means jj?” “they were straight smugglin” “smuggling. and i guarantee there’s a serious amount of contraband in that wreck.”

everyone sits in john b’s room—jj on the window sill, pope on the bed, kiara in the corner with john b beside her, and you on the floor in front of jj. “for the record, if that’s a smuggling ship with illegal contraband in it, it probably belongs to someone else” “minor details” kiara whispers under her breath. “they could come looking for it. taking it would be catastrophically stupid.” jj takes the money from popes hand and fans it out saying “stupid things have good outcomes all the time.” “we just have to find a way into the cargo hold.” “why don’t we just chill out till then?” you suggest. “kegger?” kiara offers, glancing around at the others. and with that, we head to the boneyard to set up.

the beach is filled with kooks, pogues and even tourons finding out about it. jj has his arm linked with some touron, racing to see who can finish their drink the fastest. kiara’s off educating someone about plastic in the ocean, while john b and pope are deep in conversation with a group of other tourons. and you—you're sitting by yourself, sipping your beer, eyes drifting back to jj and the girl. as much as you don’t want to admit it, it hurts watching him with her. truth is, you wish it was you. “what is she doing here?” you hear kiara say from behind you. you look over to see sarah cameron and topper. great. now you didn’t have an issue with sarah, you guys have spent most of your lives together, you just didn’t like topper— for obvious reasons. you glance back at john b and catch him staring at her, eyes lit up like he’s seeing her for the first time. you pause for a second, questioning it, letting the thought linger—then turn and walk off, heading back into the boneyard.

the sun had already set when you found yourself in a brief conversation with sarah. you kept it polite—just enough to avoid any drama, knowing how quickly things can spiral. as sarah and topper start to walk off, you glance over your shoulder and spot jj heading your way, drink in hand. but the second he sees who you were talking to, he redirects his attention, holding the drink out to sarah instead. “hey sarah! can i interest you in a tasty milwaukee beverage?” “no thanks, we were just leaving.” “what is it not fancy enough for you or something?” “you know what, i’ll take it. thanks man appreciate it.” topper says, his tone tight—you can tell he’s starting to grow frustrated. “that’s a nice suggestion topper, but i didn’t ask you. if you said pretty please then maybe but you didn’t” “come on, jj, let’s just leave it,” you say, trying to guide him away but he doesn’t budge. just as you’re trying to pull jj away, topper mocks him—“oh, pretty please?” jj extends the drink toward sarah again, but topper smacks it out of his hand, sending it splashing all over both jj and you. jj quickly grabs topper and shoves him but before it can escalate any further, john b steps in, placing himself between them. jj’s still fuming so you move in front of him, gently grabbing his face in your hands, trying to ground him. john b stands beside you, tense and ready— until topper shouts, “dirty pogues!” without hesitation, john b lunges, shoving topper hard and sending him stumbling backwards. topper doesn’t hesitate—he throws a punch that lands square on john b’s jaw. you immediately turn to jj, stepping in front of him, hands on his chest in an attempt to hold him back before he can jump in. “jj, don’t,” you plead, your voice low but firm.

“don’t make me drown you like your old man alright!” you swear you’ve never turned around faster, blood boiling at topper’s words. rage flashes in your eyes, but before you can lunge, jj wraps his arms around you from behind, holding you tight. he knows you—knows exactly what you’re capable of when pushed too far. john b lunges forward, grabbing topper and tackling him straight into the water. the splash echoes across the boneyard as the two of them resurface, fists already flying. they thrash in the shallows, throwing wild punches until topper gets the upper hand, grabbing john b and flipping him under the water with a rough shove. your mind registers it instantly — he's drowning him. panic floods your chest as you tear yourself from jj’s grip and sprint toward the edge, yelling, “topper! stop! get off him!” you spin to sarah, eyes wide with desperation. “can you do something?! he’s gonna kill him!” your voice cracks, frantic. you hear kie and pope shouting behind you, their voices sharp with panic. confusion hits first, but then you turn around. jj is standing just a few feet away holding the gun. it’s pointed directly at topper’s head. “jj! put the gun down!” “jj! put the gun down!” sarah shouts from beside you, her voice sharp and panicked. she turns to you, eyes wide. “control your boyfriend!” she snaps. your stomach twists at the words, but there’s no time to unpack it. topper throws his hands up in surrender and scrambles over to sarah, his face pale. jj’s chest is heaving as he watches him go before stepping forward, voice booming, “everyone listen up! get the hell off our side of the island!” he raises the gun and fires two shots into the air. you hear kie and pope yelling at jj, but that’s the last thing on your mind. your focus is solely on john b. you rush to him, heart racing, just as he falls back into the water.

you all decide to split up for the night — john b and pope head to their houses, jj disappears down the road toward his, and you and kiara part ways, each heading back to your own houses. you sneak back into your house and quietly make it to your room without your mom noticing. you go into your bathroom to have a shower before starting your skincare for the evening. as you’re doing your skincare, your mind drifts back to the night’s chaos—sarah’s voice echoing in your head, “control your boyfriend.” it catches you off guard more now than it did then. boyfriend? do people really think that? you pause, patting moisturizer onto your cheek as you stare at yourself in the mirror. you and jj… you’ve always been close. inseparable, even. but it’s just friendship. right? close friends. always there for each other. but then again, the way he looked at you tonight, the way he held you back—not just to protect himself, but to protect you. your stomach flips. maybe there’s more. or maybe you just wish there was.

- the next morning -

you wake up in your bed and pickup your phone to check the time. you see that you’ve got a text from kiara to get to the chateau asap. you get up out of bed and start rummaging through your closet, looking for something to wear. as you’re searching through your clothes, your mom walks in, arms crossed. “where did you go yesterday?” she asks, already sounding suspicious. you barely glance up. “just out on the boat with the group. then we hung out at john b’s for a bit.” she stares, clearly not buying it. there’s a pause, thick with tension, before you brush past her. “are we done here? ‘cause i’ve gotta go.” you make it to the front door when she calls after you, “one last thing—no going in the marsh today.” you pause, brows furrowing. “what?” you ask, but she doesn’t explain. shaking your head, you walk out, ignoring the uneasy feeling settling in your chest.

you arrive at the chateau to find everyone already there, sprawled out and waiting. “sorry guys, mom started interrogating me as i went to leave,” you say, dropping into an empty seat. “that’s alright,” john b replies, then sighs. “anyway, look—I’m calling it off. peterkin said if I stay out of the marsh for a couple days, she’ll help me out with dcs.” “and you believed her? an actual cop john b, you believed a cop?” “yes jj! i believed her, all we have to do is stay out of the marsh for a few days and she’ll help me out. it doesn’t help that your ass was the one that was shooting a gun” jj scoffs in disbelief, shaking his head. “you know what i should’ve done?” he mutters, voice low but sharp. “i should’ve let topper drown your ass.” “yeah cause topper was gonna drown me” john b debated. “it definitely looked like he was going to, i mean have you looked in a mirror?” jj objected. “kooks and pogues, they always win don’t they man? they always always win!” he punches some fishing gear before continuing on “they don’t want us going down into the marsh that means there is something valuable down there and you know it man” he tried reasoning with john b. he looks over to pope “and i understand why you don’t wanna go. you’re the golden boy, you got way too much to lose.” he then looks over at you and kiara, bitterness laced in his voice. “and i mean, you two are already rich as fuck anyway—” you cut him off, stepping forward slightly. “don’t even start, jj. you seriously wanna go there?” he barely spares you a glance, jaw clenched as he turns his attention back to john b, ignoring your words completely. “but you and me man, we got nothing to lose, we really don’t, and yes i know it wasn’t always like that for you” “i don’t wanna talk about this” “john b, i have a plan, listen to me. you’ve got the key to the cameron’s big boat. there’s scuba gear inside, we borrow that and then go to the wreck later today! that’s what going to save you. you don’t see rich kids going into foster care, do you?” you immediately get a bad feeling, knowing they’re planning to take gear from ward. but before you can even voice your concerns, it’s clear from the look on their faces—there’s no changing their minds.

john b heads off to the cameron’s, leaving the rest of you at the chateau. “guys, i’m just saying—this probably isn’t going to end well.” “relax, y/n. he’s got it under control,” jj replies, brushing it off. you shake your head. “you don’t know them like i do, jj.” with that, you walk inside and drop onto the bed, done with the conversation. you can faintly hear kie’s voice from outside, clearly giving jj a hard time—probably about the way he spoke to you. she always sees right through things, even the stuff you’re still trying to figure out yourself. but you tune it out, eyes fixed on the ceiling, not in the mood to deal with any of it.

you’re scrolling on your phone, not really paying attention to anything, when you hear some noise outside. curiosity gets the better of you, so you get up and head out, only to find john b setting the oxygen tanks down on the patio—alone. “where is everyone?” you ask, glancing around. “not sure,” he replies casually. “we can go pick them up in a bit.” “well… how did it go? did anyone see you?” “only sarah,” he says with a shrug. “she said she wouldn’t tell anyone, so.” you fold your arms, giving him a look. “i wouldn’t trust a word she says, to be honest.”

“john b you got empty tanks.” “no no, this one is a quarter full, that’s enough for one of us to dive!” kiara replies to you. “okay but like can any of us dive?” everyone stays silent. “great” “you put the thing into your mouth and breathe it doesn’t sound that hard?” jj states. “well actually, if you come up to the surface too quickly, nitrogen gets into your blood and you get the bends,” pope explained. jj smirked, “bends? like bend over?” “the bends kill you,” pope snapped back. “look, all we need to do is some math to figure out where his safety stop needs to be. pope?”“alright hang on let me do some calculations.”

“alright john b you need to make your safety stop at 10 feet, for 2 minutes.” pope explains. kiara pulls off her shirt and dives into the water, leaving the rest of you glancing at each other in slight confusion. john b gives a quick nod before shifting his focus to jj, who's mid-explanation on how to open the cargo hold. “guys if we get caught out here we’re basically screwed.” “don’t worry pope, i’m sure we will be fine.” you reassured him. kiara rises back up from the water letting john b know she tied her shirt to the anchor chain. john b heads to the edge of the boat, only for kie to stop him with a quick kiss on the cheek before watching him dive into the water. you and jj exchange a side eye behind her back, quickly straightening up the moment she turns around — and just like that, the waiting game begins.

a couple minutes later, a police boat appears in the distance and starts heading straight for you. “shit, guys, what do we do?” you ask, eyes wide. “just act normal,” kie says, brushing her hair behind her shoulders as the officers pull up beside your boat and begin questioning you. “how you kids doing? you know the marsh is closed currently?” “oh really? why’s that?” you ask. “we’re conducting a search—looking for a boat that went down. you guys seen anything?” one of the officers asks. we all shake our heads, voices overlapping as we each say some version of, “no, haven’t seen anything.” “where’s that friend of yours that you normally hang out with, is he here?” “he’s working” kiara says shrugging her shoulders. “might check your little boat out” the officer says while getting onto our boat. he glances around the boat before asking, “you got another one of these life jackets lying around?” “yeah, it’s in the hold,” jj responds casually. you and kie both stand up from where you’re sitting, pointing the officer to the hold. “be careful right there you don’t wanna slip” pope warns as the officer leans over to look at the water right where john b is. jj and i lock eyes for a second before he subtly nods his head in the other direction, doing his best to play it cool and not look suspicious. “alright, beautiful day today, let us know if you see anything on your way out.” the officer says walking back to his boat. “we’ll be gone soon sir.” jj tells us the officer as they speed off back into the marsh.

john b surfaces shortly after the police boat pulls away, gasping for breath as he explains he ran out of air. “you scared the shit out of me” kie says. pope and jj rush over to help john b climb back onto the boat as you ask, “did you find anything?” he tosses a black duffle bag onto the deck, and jj grins, “that’s my boy!!” “john b, are you alright? i was scared shitless. when shoupe was standing on the edge, i literally thought he was gonna see you.” “well, we’re just lucky he didn’t, hey?” he replies, giving your back a quick pat.

“guys, bogey two o’clock," kie says, making all of you turn your attention toward the boat approaching fast. “does anyone know that boat?” you ask, prompting everyone to shake their heads in response. “should we wait on them?” “no we aren’t gonna wait on them pope” “jj get the bowline.” jj begins pulling up the anchor while john b starts the boat and steers it into the marsh. “guys they’re following us!” kie says loudly. “john b gun it!!” you say as he speeds up, heading further into the marsh. then suddenly, a loud bang — a gunshot. pope shouts, “john b, get down!” and before you even have time to register what’s happening, jj is already on you, shielding your body with his. his arms are tight around you, holding you close, and he grabs your hand, squeezing it firmly. “i got you,” he mutters, voice low and steady — a stark contrast to the chaos around you. another gun shot rings out hitting the boat. you see kiara stand up, and panic creeps into your voice as you call out, “kie, what are you doing?!” she doesn’t respond, focused on grabbing a fishing net from the side of the boat. with one swift motion, she tosses it into the water. a moment later, their boat lurches and sputters as the net tangles in the motor, bringing them to a sudden stop. “holy shit that was insane” “let’s hurry back to the chateau,” john b says.

you all rush onto the deck, eager to see what john b has found. the last traces of daylight linger as the sun sinks below the horizon. as john b begins unzipping the bag, jj starts rambling, “it’s gotta be cash or something with serious street value.” “can we please just open the bag?” pope says, his voice edged with emotion. john b doesn’t respond, instead quickly pulling a silver metal cylinder from the bag. everyone leans in as he unscrews it, revealing a compass. “great job, everybody. we found a compass,” jj mutters, clearly unimpressed. you glance over at john b, noticing the stunned expression on his face. “dude, what? it’s not worth anything,” jj adds, still baffled.

“this was my fathers.”

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a/n: chapter one is here!! some little moments between jj and y/n which i find so cute! if you wanna be added to the tag list let me know! also please note my grammar skills aren’t amazing so if anything is wrong i apologise! my plan for this story is to try and get a chapter posted every 2-4 days but we will see how that goes! let me know what you think so far and i’ll see you for chapter 1.2! 🫶

[mattoidmeerkat]

Bobby Nash & Power Tools

[Image ID: 15 gifs of Bobby using power tools

GIF 1: In the pilot Bobby is using a jigsaw to open up a wall where a newborn is trapped in a pipe.

GIF 2: In 1x05, Bobby is using a chain saw to free people trapped in a partially collapsed building.

GIF 3: In 1x09, Bobby is using a jigsaw to open a door.

GIF 4: In 2x04, Bobby is drilling a hole into a wall.

GIF 5: In 2x04, Bobby is using a circular saw to cut off a truck's tail pipe.

GIF 6: In 2x04, Bobby is using a circular saw to open up a door.

GIF 7: In 3x02, Bobby in scuba gear is welding under water.

GIF 8: In 3x04, Bobby is using a small electrical cutting tool to remove a ring from a very swollen finger.

GIF 9: In 3x12, Bobby is using an electrical saw to cut a window out of its frame.

GIF 10: In 3x16 Bobby is using a chain saw to free a victim stuck in a hedge.

GIF 11: In 3x17 Bobby is using an electric screw driver to open an electrical box.

GIF 12: In 4x01, Bobby is using a hydraulic power tool to free a bus driver from where she's trapped in the driver seat.

GIF 13: In 5x13 Bobby is drilling a hole into a fish freezer.

GIF 14: In 6x07, Bobby is using an electric saw to dismantle a chandelier.

GIF 15: In 6x17, Bobby is using an electric saw to free a woman from a carriage.

/end ID]

[pardonmydelays]

clancy tour, łødź 2025 - essay by pøppy

[warning: the essay is written in three parts, because i wanted to describe all three days we spent in łódź. if you only want to read about my concert experience, that's part two. feel free to just skip the first day. or read the whole thing. i don't care.]

[025 04MOON 08 - DAY ONE]

if there's one thing i'm constantly thinking about, it's definitely the clique. i've been walking around my own city in my diy sahlo folina jacket for god knows how long now, and i've never met a single person who would recognize it. well, maybe there are no clikkies in poland after all? wrong. there's more than you could ever think of. but i didn't know that, and bel didn't know either, so imagine how exciting and surprising it must have been for us to see so many of them on our train to łódź. you can tell. you can always tell, because every person has at least one piece of... well, tøp coded something? i can't really call the red tape a part of merch (or can i...?). but anyway. red tape everywhere. so imagine: a whole carriage full of clikkies and we are all on our way to see those two idiots from columbus, ohio. insane.

we arrived around noon and we still had plenty of time to waste (the concert was supposed to be tomorrow), so we obviously went to eat something and grab some coffee. in mcdonald's we saw a girl in skeleton hoodie and i will probably remember her for the rest of my life, just because every clikkie is like a family to me.

after that we decided to go to the arena to see if they have any billboards with boys there, but also, we wanted to check if what we've heard before was true: clikkies already started forming the fan line... to our surprise, over ten people were already there, and it was literally more than 24h before the concert (y'all are crazy btw). panic. panic and calculation. panic, because we had a plan, but the plan was kinda ruined now, we just didn't expect them to show up this early. calculation, because if ten people are already there and it's literally 1pm, do we still have a chance to get our wristbands around 5am tomorrow? much to think about...

so the rest of the afternoon was pretty much the most stressful event of our lives, because we were trying to relax a bit at the hotel (while watching pretty much all their music videos, because we had a tv there), but it wasn't easy. i kept refreshing twitter for any kind of information about the queue. 120 people after 7pm. again, panic. we need a new plan. we couldn't really sleep and we basically got up in the middle of the night. i checked twitter once again. somebody said people stopped showing up, so we decided to go back to sleep for one more hour. 3:50, we're at the bus stop, on our way to the arena, freezing. according to twitter, 280 people are already there. we arrived after 4am and we finally got our numbers - 318 for bel and 319 for me. we're home.

okay, now what? now we wait in the cold till 8am for the official wristbands from the team. we spent some of this time singing saturday, a few clikkies complimented our jackets, one little girl who remembered us from the train found us there and gave us friendship bracelets (bel picked sai and i picked truce, because i was singing "the sun will rise and we will try again" while waiting for the sun to finally show up, because, again, it was so damn cold that night), then somehow we formed a group of five people and we basically adopted the funniest and the most chaotic girl we've ever met. the team was late (like. two hours late), so we got our wristbands around 10am and it was time to finally go back to the hotel to get some rest, eat something and get ready for the show. we were exhausted, yeah, but it was all worth it.

[025 04MOON 09 - THE SHOW]

we came back to the arena around 4pm, all dressed up and with our new bandito friend. we actually formed the same group, all five of us, and one of our new friends was playing twenty one pilots songs on kazoo this whole time and we were supposed to guess the track. so much fun.

there is also one thing that everybody knows for sure: clikkies are the most creative and talented people on planet earth. i'm still super proud of our outfits, but i just wanted to mention that every single person looked absolutely incredible. i love you, clikkies.

so we're finally there. exhausted, but alive. and we can't believe how close we actually are. we knew our view was going to be sick, but damn, this was even better than we expected. the support band, balu brigada, was absolutely amazing. i guess i understand now why they were picked. they finished, it's quiet, now we wait.

8:45pm. "what's your eta?", we hear tyler's voice. "2 minutes!", we yell back. my stomach hurts and i'm sweating.

trust me when i tell you that you can watch thousands of livestreams of the same show and you may think you are well prepared, but the truth is, you're not ready for what's coming. hearing the first notes of overcompensate, screaming "i created this world to feel some control (...)" with the entire arena, first time seeing josh on the drums... i cannot even describe this feeling. goosebumps. tears in my eyes. head empty, just them. i'm home, i'm home, i'm home...

then all of a sudden a motherfucking cat jumps out from behind the piano. i recognize this kitty. tyler joseph. i wish i could say something entirely different about the first time i saw him that night, but my very first thought was "he's so smol, this cat" and "his dancing is even funnier in real life oh my god". i promise i'm not making fun of him, it's adorable actually.

before the show i had a dilemma: do i want to record videos or do i want to be present in the moment? turns out you can do both. multitasking at its finest. so i recorded tyler's jump and i also had so much fun seeing it with my own eyes (i was basically just holding my phone in the air, i wasn't watching the show through the screen, i was just zooming sometimes but i was mostly focused on what was happening on stage, so that's why most of the photos are blurry but some of them accidentally turned out perfect, somehow).

holding on to you. crowd stand. tyler is so close to us i can barely breathe. he's so tiny, tiny kitty with his sick microphone. and he's rapping. holding on to you is one of my favourite songs, because i'm a basic bitch. he's back on stage. hoty backflip. joshua william dun, i love you. the transition to vignette. i scream so loud, i don't even know what's happening. where do i go from here?! neil banging out the tunes. little kitty on the floor with his little cat piano. oh god. i'm home. car radio. disappearing trick. little guy clancy shows up... higher than we expected. sick dude. face reveal. tyler joseph is not bald, and thank god, he's fluffier than ever. am i really here? what is happening???

the judge. i can finally start breathing, because here's a fan video mark recorded outside the arena before the show. everybody looks amazing. it's one of my favourite parts of the show, because we are included and it's awesome. we sing the first verse of the judge, the chorus, now tyler shows up. i can finally see his face, because he took off the clancy mask. and, oh god, he's even more beautiful in real life.

the thing about me is that i was never the biggest fan of cut my lip, i like it, sure, but it's not my favourite song. however, it is my sister's favourite, so i promised her a video. and thank god i did, because i accidentally recorded everything tyler said to us. first of all, he was actually making fun of josh's outfit and the entire interaction between boys was super cute. second of all, he learned to pronounce the name of our city, and since łódź sounds very similar to "would ya (just without the a)", he had to make fun of it as well (he actually said "łódź ya? uwu" which was definitely not on my bingo card, but oh well). he also said he loves poland, but what else is new (łódź is the new columbus. just move here already).

i'm not going to post any videos here, but look at my ukulele boy.

moving on.

the craving. i already want to cry, because i absolutely love all jenna's songs. tear in my heart. super fun. i love how silly and aggressive he always gets during the bridge. backslide. everybody shut up, it's my song. bel, start recording right fucking now. the motherfucking chair. tyler joseph what the fuck are you doing. close your legs. the chorus. i want to cry. i can't believe i'm here. kinda wishing that i never did saturday. shut up tyler. again, what is he doing. the emotional ending. THE SCREAM. backslide, backslide, backslide... i wanna give him a hug and tell him it's going to be okay. actually i want to hug the song. i don't know.

shy away is super fun, thank you for the scream. heathens. you know what that means. the transition from heathens to next semester is my favourite thing in the world and i also promised bel to record next semester for her, so that's what i'm doing. the end of the song. tyler is not moving. what is going on. is this part of the lore, is he pretending to be a statue, is he posing for a photo, who the fuck knows. the song ends. bel is crying. i feel so happy, because she gets it. we're home.

routines in the night means we're slowly moving to the b stage. i still know nothing about the bomb tyler is going to drop on us later, so i just enjoy the song. we're actually far from b stage, but that's okay. routines is fun, we are vibing. the end of the song. tyler is playing the piano. he suddenly stops. some guy standing next to us yells at him: "DON'T". "i like you guys", tyler says. "i'd like to tell you something real quick", he starts. my stomach hurts. i want to throw up and i'm sweating. i know something is coming, i just don't know what, but i unlock my phone and i start recording.

nothing ever prepares you for this kind of announcement. it's fun to see it on your screen while watching livestreams, sure. but experiencing something like this live stays with you forever. "we would like to announce here in poland that we are gonna officially release the demo version of doubt". what the actual fuck. what the actual fuck. "we're gonna play it right now". what. "i'm just kidding. we're just releasing it. we don't know how to play it." oh. you think you're so funny tyler.

i can't exactly remember if the announcement was before or after the line. either way the line live sounds absolutely amazing. tyler is killing it. his voice sounds so soft i want to kill myself actually. moving on to mulberry street. the flashlight game is always super fun, but looks even better when you're actually there. mul-berry-street. sogoodtoseeyou. "alright, save your battery", tyler says. the song ends. lore time.

the amount of people who were actually surprised when they saw torchie and clancy walking to the stage side by side literally shocked me. i thought everyone saw the show at least once on a grainy livestream. anyway. when dema started burning, people were screaming "YEAH!!!", it was actually incredible. yes, burn it to the ground, boys! everybody cheered.

hearing navigating live is something so personal actually. imagine screaming your tumblr url at the top of your lungs with the entire arena. fun times. at the beginning of it tyler looks so happy. i think he's smiling. he loves the song now, we changed it for him. the bridge. i think tyler is crying, his voice is shaking. my poor baby. i love you navigating, i love you tyler joseph, i love you i love you i love you.

nico and the niners/heavydirtysoul. dema visuals are actually sick. i am so normal about the lore. hahaha. no i'm not. anyway. my blood. it was never my favourite, but i love this song now. "if you find yourself in a lion's den i'll jump right in and pull my pin... in poooooland". i love you tyler. i'm going to jump off a cliff.

the end of the song. i think i know the setlist. i think i know what's coming next. the lights go out. everything is red. tyler is just sitting on the floor. he's wearing the skeleton mask. i can feel my heart in my throat. suddenly i'm too hot, i can't breathe, i'm sweating, i want to cry. what is going on. this is not on the setlist, what is happening. what. what?!

doubt demo. oh, for fuck's sake.

this is the kind of thing that stays with you forever, like i said. this motherfucker not only announced the song here in poland, they also decided to perform it here for the first time. how am i supposed to recover from that. people died. i am people. i am very very dead right now. y'all are invited to my funeral by the way.

it's official now. doubt demo is the new polish national anthem. it is ours now. i don't make the rules.

the transition from guns for hands to lavish is something that should be illegal. but anyway. i'm emotional now. guns for hands might be one of the most important songs ever. we cry. welcome to the new way of living... stupid fucking sunglasses. capri suns spotted in the pit. jOsH iS sHiRtLeSs. tyler is sooooo happy about it, apparently. i can't blame him. bel takes the best picture of the boys i've ever seen. i record the entire song. the wedding. hashtag joshler is real. josh is throwing the boquet his t-shirt at some guy, we're gonna find him later. tyler is dancing macarena. lavish live is a gift for society. we don't deserve it. take all my money. this is the best day of my life.

ride. somebody throws four pokemon plushies on stage. they are for tommy, tyler's son. it's his birthday, so we sing happy birthday for him, but in polish. tyler is confused and he doesn't know what to do, so he's just improvising. he kicks out two of them. the other two can stay. good. now he sings with this little girl named laura (or "naura" if you wish). he compliments her shirt with ned. she says nothing. he's being adorable about it. the lore again.

the ukulele during paladin strait sounds so lovely in real life i'm actually going to pass out. i need tyler to hit me in the head. josh's vocals. what the fuck. i can't be alone, guess i never told you so... making my way towards you. the bridge. the bridge. the bridge. tyler is still singing paladin, while josh is singing bandito. i'm going to die. we're all going to die. what in the lore... josh on the platform. i cry. he's so close. i don't even pay attention to tyler anymore. they finish first part of the song. the birds are chirping. the most unexpected thing happens: the entire arena is singing leave the city and i think i'm going to die, because this was my biggest dream. all flashlights on. "in time i will leave the city, for now i will stay alive...", we keep repeating. i have tears in my eyes. i love you clikkies. we did it. this is the best thing that ever happened. what the fuck. the sound of ukulele comes back. on the ground are banditos, fighting while i find nico... the song is almost finished. so few, so proud, so emotional. hello clancy. now jumpsuit. "THE COAT", i scream.

and jumpsuit is actually insane. trench visuals? yellow petals falling from the ceiling? the motherfucking coat? the energy? this is one of my favourite songs. i take some of the best pictures i've ever taken. one of them will be my lockscreen pic. i will never change it. this is sick. what am i even doing here.

tyler is taking off the coat. midwest indigo. it's fun, we're vibing. stressed out. if stressed out has no fans, it means i'm dead etc. the visuals are sick. tyler in red beanie. bel is going insane. josh is singing too. this version is sick. what the fuck. what the fuck. what the fuck.

trees.

red circle on the fucking floor. you know what that means.

everyone always says that trees in the pit with the band is a religious experience and they are actually right. you cannot even describe it. you just have to be there. and holy fuck, i'm actually here right now. in the pit. so close to tyler and he's so pretty. what the fuck. we start to sing. i want to cry. "moooooooy death" is still alive. it makes me so happy. here we, here we, here we fucking go. tyler splashes some water on me. this will be my biggest flex for the rest of forever. the last part of the song is fucking insane. i want to record it, but i also want to fully experience it so i just hold my phone in the air and it's the most chaotic trees video you've ever seen. i can barely breathe, i'm sweating, confetti falls into my mouth and i don't know what's going on anymore, but i've never felt happier. i want to know you, i want to see, i want to say... hello.

i love you trees. i love you forever.

unfortunately that was the last song. but we managed to steal some confetti from the pit. we also found the guy in josh's t-shirt. we took the photos with the bishops outside the arena. and we were going back to the hotel during fucking snowstorm around 1am, completely exhausted. insane.

but if you think this is the end... well. does it sound like the end?

[025 04MOON 10 - THE MORNING AFTER]

here we, here we, here we fucking go... it's all i can hear in my head when i wake up.

you can't really call it post concert depression. it was different this time. it was the best day of our lives and i actually woke up happier than ever. i got to experience all of this with my best friend and not just because she wanted to go there with me, but because these boys are also her favourite band now (trust me, guys, it's different to go with someone who actually gets it).

they saved our lives in ways they will never know.

but it's not just about music. it's about community and finding the reason to stay alive.

we got matching tattoos. cøver me for me, cøvering you for bel. we showed them to this girl we met at the restaurant when we were waiting for our bus. she was sitting alone, but we invited her to sit with us. we're all one big family after all, clikkies. it's insane, because i always describe myself as the biggest introvert. but i love all of them. every single person i interacted with during those three days, you will remain forever in my heart.

and i can't help but think now: everything that happened in my life just because i decided to join this fandom, if this isn't the reason to stay alive, i don't know what is. all these friends i've made along the way, the music that helped me make sense of who i actually am, knowing that i truly belong somewhere, because in trench i'm not alone... i will cherish it forever.

we've made it this far, kid. thank you for reading my thoughts. thank you for being my friend. thank you, thank you, thank you.

it's a cycle. now let's stay alive long enough to experience this again. and again and again.

⊬

[sfthbattleroyale]

I was wondering today: which long forms have the most characters still in the battle?? There are some that are obvious, like The Milkman definitely has a couple and The Unrelenting Aubergine definitely had a few at the start of round 3, but what other plays are doing well??

I get that it might take time to figure out so feel free to ignore this if you like :) Hope you have a lovely day/night! xx

At the start of round 3 we had: 1 character left: 12. BUS - 1 (AJ) 26. Priscilla's Final Petal - 1 (AJ) 16. The Cardboard Stegosaurus - 1 (AJ) 28. Caesar and Juliet - 1 (AJ) 34. Moist and Magical - 1 (Sam) 43. Death For A Dollar - 1 (Sam) 24. Susan's Holiday - 1 (Sam) 1. Oh My God, Is This A Joke - 1 (Tom) 36. Toby's Secret Pocket - 1 (Tom) 40. Strange Noises From The Hole In The Wall - 1 (Tom) 37. Ballet On The Battlefield - 1 (Luke) 29. Wine Under The Bridge - 1 (Luke) 25. The Evil Make A Wish Kid - 1 (Luke) 42. The Detective vs The X-mas Tree Bandits - 1 (Luke) 2 characters left: 8. The Hare Who Wore A Sweater - 2 (AJ, Tom) 10. The Midnight Mystery - 2 (AJ, Sam) 48. The Hobnob Affair - 2 (AJ, Sam) 11. Inside The Mysterious Cube - 2 (Sam, Luke) 20. The Leftenmost Window - 2 (Sam, Luke) 27. The Mystery Of The Midnight Circus - 2 (Sam, Tom) 31. The Lighthouse - 2 (Sam, Tom) 13. All Eyes On Nigel - 2 (Tom, Luke)

3 characters left: 23. Beetroots and Murder - 3 (AJ, Sam, Tom) 30. The Unrelenting Aubergine - 3 (AJ, Sam, Tom) 22. The Milkman - 3 (AJ, Tom, Luke) 44. Clarissa's DIY Wedding - 3 (AJ, Tom, Luke)

and surprisingly, 4 characters left: 38. The Phantom of Hornchurch - 4 (AJ, Sam, Tom, Luke)

Longforms that did not make it into round 3: 2. The Merangue Haberdashery 3. Lost In Your Eyes 4. The Dark Moons of Slough 5. Long Johns - STRIKE 6. Too Big To Be A Jokey 7. The OOPSIE DAISY Bulge 9. Once Upon A Time I Killed Mum 14. No! I always loved that caravan! 15. Wild, Wet & Worrisome 17. The Ingredients 18. The Excited Chinchilla 19. The Prime Minister's First Day 21. The Neighbour's Under The Bed 32. Murders in Space 33. Marigolds, Bluebells and Hugh 35. Burglary and Bobsledding 39. The Grape Depression 41. Divorces and Teddy Bears 45. Green Leaves On A Summer's Day 46. The Pilot's Final Flight 47. The Final Baker of Baker Street

[matcha-flavored-cake]

୧ ‧₊˚ 🥐 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐄!𝟒𝟐 𝐇𝐂𝐒.

. warnings: mentions of death (Jefferson) and grief, grammar erros (english is not my first language).

. featuring: Miles Morales (e!42)

. wc: 1.4k

.a/n: if you see grammatical errors, or me saying something in Spanish wrong, please feel free to correct me. My Spanish is rusty as fuck

hcs for miles 1610 here

He listens to a lot of reggaeton, afrobeat, and R&B. C'mon guys, look at my face and say to me he doesn't, also he prob like old school rap too, thanks to uncle Aaron and his dad, Jefferson probably showed his some jazz

I feel like Mama Rio and Abuelita Gloria showed him some old Puerto Rican singers and he listens old songs from time to time, specially when his nana is visiting

This man knows mechanics. Period. Help his mom to fix things around the house, shower, the lights etc. Bet his 'son and dad' time involved something with fixing things around the house and Jefferson 'passing the knowledge ' to Miles

"Listen Miles, you're the man in the house when I'm not around got it?"

"'kay dad"

"When I'm not around you're responsible for your mom deal? Gotta make sure she's in good hands when I'm not around"

"I gotchu dad, don't worry"

Ok listen, I'm kicking my feet thinking about Miles tuning his uncle's Ducati (and prob Aaron has a Ducati Scrambler. I do not take criticism), while listening music I'm just *giggling like a schoolgirl*

Btw I feel like if Miles ever had a motorcycle for his personal use and not for Prowler activities, it would be a Kawasaki Ninja or a Yamaha XSR 900. For Prowler activity honestly, he would have a Hayabusa bc it's fast as fuck, with purple neon lights like his Prowler suit. you cannot argue with me. I feel like it was a way of him and his uncle spend time together before his dad died

Miles prob is always tinkering with the titanium claws and his paraphernalia. (I love this word btw)

So yeah prob hes always with his uncle doing shit on the motorcycle or his suit while listening music or sum, or practicing boxing together.

And I bet his mom slapped them two when she once arrived and saw Aaron teaching Miles how to pilot a bike

"What you're doing with my son Aaron!" *that one meme of a man slapping the player on the shoulder*

"Ouch ouch! I'm just teachin' the kid how to pilot Rio, I surrender I surrender!"

"¿Y tú? ¿Qué diablos está en tu mente, Miles? ¡Montando una motocicleta! What am I going to do with you Miles Gonzalo Morales?!"

"¡Cálmate mamá! Uncle Aaron was just teachin' me, no es gran cos- ouch! Mom that hurts!"

Speaking of which, Mama Rio has insane strength on her arms (being a nurse demand a lot of strength to carry patients, changing their clothes, helping them bathe and all), that being said, when Mama Rio get ✨la chancla✨ oh boy, run, no kidding, run

(Everytime my mom grabbed her havaianas I runned more than Usain Bolt. I still do honestly)

I have a feeling that Miles knows how to cook, like he always knew. Arroz con pollo? Bet, does it with eyes closed. Fancy meals? Oh boy he's probably the only guy that the women of the family let inside the kitchen to help with Christmas banquet.

He eat his veggies, hates wasting food, it's not a picky eater but don't put pickles on his burger for the love of God.

Bet his nana tried to give him a bit of coquito without his mom seeing. (I hc his nana is one of those old lady that are a menace to society)

"Take a sip don't worry, No one is watching"

"No nana I'm all good"

"¡Mamá! Take this away from Miles."

Since his dad passed away he understood quite early that now he is the man in the house, that now he's the one to take care of his mom. So he started paying more attention to the chores. His mom is on duty? He's putting some music and cleaning the house, changing the blankets of his mom's bed, and probably making something for her to eat when she come back.

Prob has his mom schedule on his phone to make sure he knows where she is so it wouldn't risk her seeing his as the Prowler and he can watch out from the buildings while Rio walks to her work

Sunday family lunch was usual at Miles' house, his dad 'helping' his mom with the food (he just looked and passed her the ingredients), while Miles set the table. Music on the radio, enjoying the day before Miles need to go back to Brooklyn Visions.

Prefer more salty foods than sweets. Likes eating steak, it doesn't matter if it's BBQ or carne assada, he likes meat. For sweets, he's obsessed with the way his mom does Tembleque (sorry Abuelita Gloria)

We know his room is quite similar to 1610 Miles, but I feel like he doesn't have as many toys as 1610 Miles does. He sold some and used the money to help his mom somehow, he just doesn't want to be a burden for her.

I feel like he doesn't give his mom the money, he straight up pays the bill, or does groceries, so there's no way his mom can deny it. That or he gives the money to his uncle and they pretend that it is Aaron helping them.

It's confirmed by the artbook that Miles Prowler is a vigilante. That being said I think he decided to be the Prowler to help his place somehow, maybe even to make his dad proud, and to make his mom's life easier (just imagine the amount of people that get in the hospital because of how dangerous is the city now my god).

His mom is the priority in his life, he loves his family, his neighborhood and his friends. He's a kind soul with a shattered heart.

Miles is a quite good student. Not the '🤓☝️ actually that's happened at 09:12 in 1786…' type of smart, but the fast thinking kind of smart student. If he doesn't remember the formula he uses logical thinking. Prob takes classes ahead of his years and since he's always tinkering with his uncle his grades in calculus related stuff are pretty high.

Very good with Spanish by the way. Since his dad passed away he started learning more and more to speak with his mom in her native language to make her feel more 'at home' somehow.

I feel like in the first week after his dad passed away he slept in his house for some time and not in Brooklyn Visions dorms, he wished to be with his mom. He did not want her to be alone on her bed, mourning hi dad's death. Abuelita Gloria stayed some months with them too to help her daughter and to help Miles

Miles do his best to be organized, make his bed everyday after waking up, his cabinet is always organized, his Jordans are clean and probably have a collection of them on a shelf in his room. The only messy place on his room is his desk

Has a vinyl collection, don't argue with me. There's literally a bunch of vinyls in his room, guys.

Has some old Puerto Rican singers vinyls on his room thanks to Abuelita Gloria

Miles sings a bit, and have quite a melodic baritone voice. For my synesthetic friends, his voice sounds like honey, Miles is most of times humming when he's making upgrades on his claws

He's more athletic than 1610 Miles. Parkour, boxing and playing basketball with his neighbors and uncle

Started parkour because of his prowler activities to keep up with his uncle, same with boxing, after all he needed to defend himself and his mom. I don't doubt he knows krav maga too and I also don't doubt he taught his mom self defense.

Bought his mom a self defense kit

Uncle Aaron teached him forbidden movements in jiu jitsu, I take zero criticism on that one

Miles has a hard time sleeping sometimes, doesn't shift much when sleeping and has a knife under his pillow or something both in his house room and in Brooklyn Visions.

Loves, love, loves kids, as i said he's a kind soul with a shattered heart, and I think he's quite good with kids, and scares the shit of some at the same time.

I feel 'angry painter' vibes from him. He sketches and all but I feel like he's more of a painter and graffiti kind of guy. I do think he knows how to play bass or piano btw

Would get piercings on his ear and tongue, yes. But since he's the Prowler it would be troublesome because of the time that takes to heal

The old ladies of the neighborhood love him, he's kind to them, and always scare away weird looking guys

Is the crush nextdoor of almost every girl on the neighborhood

One time he scared the shit out of a creep on his neighborhood. Punched the guy so bad that dislocate the man's jaw. Since then he need to hide himself on valentine day, the good part about it is that he got a lot of chocolate to eat.

Seems like a bad boy all the time but he's an introvert. Miles do his best to don't get attached to people bc he doesn't want to drag them into his world or risk people he loves

He just don't want see people dying anymore, that's why he does what he does, to make the world a little bit safe, even if it's just a bit

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[squ1dteeth]

I think Hazbin has stumbled from the pilot bu fumbling one simple concept.

The fact that the hotel is struggling to get occupants.

Don't you know how many prideful assholes would be knocking down her door thinking they deserve better and did nothing wrong? Christians who are self righteous? People willing to at least try/pretend for the free stay?

The world is full of bad people who think they're in the right. The idea that nobody believes in redemption or wants to try is absurd.

[vintage-vermin]

I like Ongezellig, it popped up like half a decade ago on my feed randomly. Thought it was cutely done, saw Maya and was "oh no, she just like me fr fr" Waited and saw part 3 show up and then the rest.

I sometimes just have stuff that I love, but don't even bother engaging the fandom in any way. There are shows that have helped me be less of a cunty teenager decades ago that i love, but I have never gone to a fan forum or searched tags on any site. Sometimes I only search out the creative parts of the fandom and don't bother with discussions.

I love the random little things you can find on sites like Tumblr or other art-focused platforms for Ongezellig. Redraws, OC's in the shows style and fun pieces of some of the background characters Because oh, oh no, I'm not a fan of the rest of the community. But we'll hit that up later. Later. The creator made webcomics before. Had a little youtube channel with YTP's and some random reviewy stuff. Had an old Deviantart with some furry and the rare pony thing. Did an interview for a dutch comic collection ages ago that was a fun read.

(So, you only have to mail this letter) (Mailbox has a colloquial word where it's shortened to 'bus', same word as the vehicular one. "To put a letter on the bus") (... Yes, the one without wheels) He had a little comic named 'Caiasos' that was a bit of a disjointed adventure. Followed with Mayo & Curry. Simplistic 3-4 panel comics with a bit of a newspaper format.

(One day, Mayo wondered what ink tasted like) (You know that's poisonous, right?) (The box reads "Correction Fluid") A lot of the Mayo & Curry stuff is dutch snackbar puns or kinda standard early webcomic 'sleaze' as I can only describe it. Ever read like Chugsworth Academy?

(Hey Curry, it's not really clear what our relationship is in this comic. Are we family, girlfriends, roommates...) (Haha, silly Mayo. If you read the comics well it's very obvious.) (Anyway, time for walks!) Cute enough I suppose. I used to read Sexylosers when I was like 15, who am I to truly complain.

The creator did some creative & animation schooling and made a fun project. Some of you may have seen this one fly by, too!

Somewhere around the same time, he also made a little bumper for a comic festival.

He would also do little bits on dutch history, wether it be the Dutch History Iceberg video that got popular a bit ago or his more comedic Stille Willem videos. Studio Massa, the creator, was looking to get the Ongezellig show picked up. Some of the early episodes do throw in a school shooting thing and some very dutch middleschool discrimination to the Belgians. Granted, these are pilots. Would it have been picked up, I'm sure a few things here and there would get a fix up. This did not come to pass after a long time of trying to showcase it and even finishing his pilot series. However, he did land a job at a national tv station. I hope to see new projects of his over time, maybe even bring 1 or 2 of his old characters to new life in another show.

Little write-up on my experience with a subsection of it's fandom and community under the cut, feel free to ignore at your own discretion.

I went on a little deepdive to find out more a bit ago, I didn't follow the Petje-af or the Discord at the times of their inception or popularity. One of the first places you end up is imageboards and booru's. What a treat. Some of the ' documentation' of the shows reception online is very muddled. Encyclopedia Dramatica kinda stuff. Inane terms and barely understandable references to sites or people. He also has a KF thread that lists a large amount of uncomfortable information. By the time I found a few of those boards and booru's, it was already clear that they had some mass-extinction thing happen a few years ago and had to rebuild an imageboard and a booru or 2. Dragging myself to the very first page already got me greeted with "WE WILL REBUILD" sentiments. I get that there's a certain combination in the show that will bring in a specific audience. Underage characters and some historically charged discrimination. There's an underlying edginess to one of the characters that brings in a certain type of people. I have seen multiple posts and write-ups spanning a few years between eachother where people sort of announce they are done with the shows fanbase on this level. Lot's of adult art of these characters. While most places seem to be purged of this and plenty of (THIS POST HAS BEEN DELETED) messages all over by this time. There's a sentiment shared across a lot of these types of fans. "fucking tr00ns ruined my fucking show" I've come across plenty of junk where some one makes a call to action because they found some one with a trans flag in their bio and posted some art of the show. I can't really find the root of this problem. All that seems to have actually happened is that a buncha people were being massive bigots in the discord, got banned for it and then they got indignant about it. There's mention that some one spammed some boards with the show ages ago and somehow invited tons of transphobia into the room. Like I said, it's all muddled and written from certain perspectives.

It's like that one part of the K-on fanbase really. I just find strange and a bit of a shame that there's such an active and hostile subsection of this little fandom. I have come across multiple write-up from people who just can't interact with their fun little show without some out-there types showing up. Even little videos that try to bring this show to a larger audience find their comments littered with bizarre callouts to the small imageboard groups. A prized possession of that snippet of the community is a game about Mymy shooting up her school. I understand this is supposed to be a niche layer of fandom that's still pretty isolated to 4/5 sites at most. I understand that there will always be outliers. I dunno, frustration about a fun little show made manifest.