#GO WISH MEG A HAPPY BDAY

[buggachat]

🥳🎉🎊🎉🎊 HAPPY BIRTHDAY @megatraven !!!!!! 🎊🎉🎊🎉🥳

[seeingivy]

Heyy Ronnie! It's my birthday today. I was wondering if you could do a reader x gojo fic where reader is kinda sad on her bday? Like people are showing her love but due to bad previous bdays she feels low sometimes during the day? And she feels like she isn't worthy of the love she's getting now after these years (from friends and parents)? Ofc satoru is by her side telling her good things hehe🥹

birthday pick me up

satoru x f!reader

content: good ol birthday fluff, dad gojo w megs + tsumiki, no evil suguru bc idagf this my fake world we are all happy in it

an: MY BELOVED BABIE!!! I SPEED RAN THIS SO I COULD MAKE SURE IT GOT TO YOU ON YOUR BIRTHDAY. as a fellow emo birthday sharer (the stories in this fic are literally taken from my own birthdays that were horrible lol), i hope you find a way to make this day wonderful. spoiler non spoiler for the fic, another year you fight on is always something to celebrate!!! I wish a wonderful year of happiness and love ahead for you sweetie pie, I hope you have a wonderful, wonderful day <3

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as you write up the mission report, your fingers splayed right against your temples trying to soothe the tension, the root cause of all problems in your life - your very ridiculous boyfriend - sets something down on your desk. 

you look up to find a very cheeky grin on his face, teetering on that fine line that he toes between bothersome and endearing as he waits for your response. 

“satoru.” 

“yes, my love?” 

“why did you just give me a muffin with wax on it?” 

he frowns, his upper lip jutting out into a soft pout. 

“it’s a cupcake, baby.” 

“where’s the frosting, master chef?” 

he yanks his blindfold down, a guilty smile pressed on his face. 

“in my stomach. you just took so long on your mission and i got so hungry that i just ate some. just a teeny tiny bite.” 

you lift the sad excuse of a cupcake into the air between you two, glaring at him with your eyes narrowed. he gives you a sheepish smile in response, as he leans forward to press a kiss to your forehead in apology. 

“what’s with the wax in the middle?” 

“that’s a candle.” 

“why is there a candle in my non-cupcake?” 

“it’s august first, sweet thing! it’s the start of y/n month!” he responds, so matter of factly like it’s the simplest thing in the world. 

you now realize what’s happening. and you’re going to stop it in your tracks. 

back in december, you surprised satoru and megumi - deeming the entire month of december  their month and giving them little surprises and gifts for the entire thirty one days. it was more for megumi than satoru at first. 

“megs.” 

“yes, y/n?” 

“what flavor birthday cake do you want, kid? we’ll order it soon so it’s all nice and ready to be picked up on friday, okay?” 

you turn around to find him sitting there with a blank face. you walk up to his side, leaning over so your eyes can be level with his. 

“are you one of those kids who hates cake? we can do ice cream, muffins, even vegetables if that’s what tickles your fancy. whatever you want, okay?” 

and when he mutters out those six words, it stops you in your tracks all together. 

“i’ve never had birthday cake before. i don’t know which one i like.”

after he admitted that to you, you made sure that you and satoru went the entire six miles for him, so that he’d love his birthday, so he could feel special. because of course that asshole toji never did it for him. 

you ordered every flavor of cake so he could pick a favorite (vanilla won) and got piles and piles of gifts with the gojo clan money. and since satoru is satoru, you had to make sure he had his fair share of celebration that month too since they were both born in december. 

you never expected them to do it back. and you didn’t want him to either. and it’s not that you don’t appreciate it or don’t love him for wanting to go the extra mile for you because you do, it’s just that…

you hate birthdays. 

after a string of misfortunes year after year, of counting down the days just to be kicked down, has turned you off from the holiday all together. 

after inviting everyone to your fifteenth birthday at the bowling alley, just to have no one show up. to sit there in embarrassment, convincing your parents for hours on end that people will show up, that they’ll eat the cake your mom spent hours making just to take the entire thing home and get an embarrassing reminder every time you opened the fridge. 

or your nineteenth birthday. when your parents had an important graduation party to go to and your siblings were out of town, when you spent the entire day wallowing in your room, your phone absent of notifications. because no one remembered and those who did didn’t care enough to stay. 

year after year, a cruel reminder that a day that’s supposed to be special, that’s supposed to be about you, is anything but. 

you can make sure that megumi, tsumiki, and satoru don’t feel the same. that their special days aren’t tainted. but yours is already far beyond repair and you’d like to keep it where it is. deep in your mind, where no one can touch it. 

“satoru. can we not do y/n month? i-i don’t want to celebrate my birthday.” 

satoru, for all intents and purposes, looks like a kicked dog. 

“what do you mean? you love birthdays!” 

“i love your birthday, ‘toru. and miki and megs too but i don’t want all that for mine. it’s- let’s just pretend its a normal day. i’ll go to work, we’ll eat dinner, and then you can be nice to me and i can get some at the end of the night, if you know what i mean.” you say, giving him a cheeky grin. 

he brings his hands up to your cheeks, cupping your face in his hands. 

“but it’s your birthday, silly. i’ll let you get some, obviously, but we have to do more than that.” he responds, frowning. 

you lean into his touch, his hands moving to snake around your waist as you sigh into his chest. 

“toru. the best present you can give me is if we do nothing. i-i don’t like to think about my birthday because it makes me sad and i just want to have a normal day with the three of you. i-i don’t expect you to understand but can you just do that for me? is that okay?” you ask, looking up at his sparkly blue eyes, in the few moments they’re free from his blindfold. 

he leans forward, to press the softest kiss to your lips, before pulling back. 

“okay. no birthday.” 

you should have known better that satoru gojo does not take no for an answer. 

--

you wake up in the morning to two very smiley faces and one teeny tiny smile staring at you. satoru, tsumiki, and megumi are all wearing matching purple birthday hats, surrounded in a plethora of streamers in your bedroom. the second you flicker your eyes open, they all pop confetti into the air, the sound catching you off guard. 

“oh my-” 

“happy birthday, my love!” satoru responds, excitedly leaning over to kiss you. he leans too hard because then he’s knocked you over, the two of you tangled up in the sheets and the confetti falling on your bed. 

you sit up as megumi and tsumki climb onto the bed with you, tsumki pressing a wet kiss to your cheek while megumi tucks himself into your arm to give you a hug. 

“how did you even do this while i was still in the room?” 

satoru props himself up to pull one of the matching party hats onto your head and press a kiss to your forehead as he explains. 

“you sleep like the walking dead, babe. we literally popped the confetti once before and it didn’t even wake you up.” 

you take in the room in earnest this time, the three of them intently watching you. there are sparkly gold streamers hanging from the wall, a little handmade sign that has tsumiki and megumi written all over it taped to the wall, and a sweet little tray of your favorite breakfast on the side. 

you turn to your left to find satoru looking at you, that stupid, stupid lovestruck grin on his face as he stares you down. 

“you like it, babe?” 

“satoru, you didn’t have to, i just-” 

he clamps his hand over your mouth, feigning his best serious look. 

“i held off for the other twenty four days of august babe. i had so much planned and i threw it all out for you. but you’re going to let me have this one day and do everything i say because it’s your birthday.” 

“shouldn’t you listen to me because i’m the birthday girl?” 

“i only accept that rule when the birthday girl isn’t being stupid.” 

“hey, you just-”

“did you like it, y/n?” 

you place one of your hands in megumi’s hair, who's still tucked into your side, as you crush satoru’s hand in your other hand.

“it really is sweet. thank you. i’ve never had anyone do something like this for me before.” 

satoru gives you a satisfied smile as he leans forward, pressing another kiss to your face. 

“get used to it. you’ve got like fifty more birthdays with me.” he responds, hopping off the bed as he sets the tray in front of you. 

--

satoru wasn’t kidding when he said he was going to go all out. because after breakfast, he takes the three of you out on the town, to go bowling. which is something you were originally against, because in all honestly, you haven’t returned to an alley since your fifteenth birthday. 

but he drags you in by the wrist and you have so much fun that you forget about the entire thing. satoru’s cheater ass runs down the alley when his ball went into the gutter, tsumiki spends the entire time looking for a pink bowling ball and can’t find one, and megumi gets way too excited about the all you can eat nachos that he accidentally ate too many and almost threw up. 

the entire thing is so silly and so genuinely fun that you don’t think about sitting in the alley alone as a kid even once. you’re laughing too hard to even remember.

and when you get home, your entire apartment is decked out this time and all your friends are jumping out at you the second you walk in, pressing warm kisses to your cheek and wishing you a happy birthday. 

of course he did a surprise party. satoru rents out a karaoke machine, makes them all play a game about who knew you best (nanami won, satoru was pissed), made you open gifts, and brought you a real cake with frosting and candles on it. 

and the entire thing makes you so happy, you could cry. 

you stand by the half eaten cake as everyone winds down in the foyer, stuck in their own conversations. and the entire day, the entire ordeal that satoru went to plan this makes your heart squelch as you watch it in front of you. 

but there’s some part of you. thirteen, fifteen, nineteen year old you that still sits in your head. that remembers that pitiful feeling of being alone on your birthday and convinces you that this is a one time thing.

that it’s the exception, not the rule. that your birthday is nothing to celebrate, still. 

you feel a hand snake around your waist and a pair of lips on your neck as satoru wraps himself around you, his voice warm on your neck. 

“did you enjoy today, birthday girl?”

“yeah. I love you, ‘toru. thank you.” 

you lean to the side to press a kiss to his cheek, before you focus back in on megumi and nanami’s very intense chess game that’s going on. 

“princess.” 

“hm?” 

“i know you. tell me what’s going on in that head. you wanted chocolate instead of red velvet, didn’t you?”  

“well, when you put it like that-”

“red velvet and chocolate are the same. it’s just dyed a different color!” 

you laugh as you turn around in his arms, knotting your knuckles together around his neck. 

“no, satoru. you made it perfect and i loved every second.” 

“then?” 

“it’s just weird, love. i’m not sure how to explain.” 

satoru leans down to put his hands around your waist and lift you up onto the counter. you’re both level height now, your face a few inches from him as you try your best to explain the block in your chest. 

“i love that you did this for me, please don’t think i didn’t. but some part of me can’t help but feel less than right now.” you whisper, his eyes washing over in concern. 

“less than what?” 

“i just mean- this is the first time someone has done this for me and i-” you respond, your voice cracking as those hot tears fall out of your eyes. 

he brings his hand up to your cheek, his touch warm. 

“sweetheart. you know you deserve this right? big fancy birthday parties? breakfast in bed and handmade decorations and birthday cards?” 

you can feel the tears pouring out of your eyes even harder at his words, his voice so soft that it makes every untouched wound in your mind hurt. 

“i-i know everyone deserves it logically but it’s just been so many years and no-no one ever wanted to do it for me that i just-no one even cared and i still feel like they don’t-” 

satoru brings his hands around your waist as he leans the majority of his frame into yours, his mouth hovering right by your ear. he’s whispering soft words into your ear as he tells you to calm down, his hands rubbing small circles into your back. 

“y/n. your birthday is very special to me.” 

you bring your hands up to your eyes as you wipe your tears away, pouting at him through the redness on your face. 

“why’s that?” 

“everyday, i’m grateful you were born. that you’re in my life, that you’re with me, that you’re in this world.”

he brings your knuckles up to his mouth as he presses a soft kiss, a beaming, warm smile on his face. 

“the day you were born should always be celebrated. with this intensity, if not more. it’s another day that you, another year that you’re on this earth here with me. with us, living and breathing.” 

he presses a kiss to your cheek before whispering the final words in your ear, that shatter your resolve completely. 

“what is there not to celebrate, sweetheart? it’s just another year i got to spend with you. another year i get to watch you push on past what bothers you, to stay soft when everything around you is hard. another year you keep fighting. that is always, always something to celebrate.” 

you wrap your arms around his neck as he pulls you into his hug, the hold so tight that you can physically feel the pressure in your chest. you must have stirred up some commotion with your crying because they’re all standing at your side now, irritated looks on all of their faces.

“you made her cry, asshole.” shoko says, rolling her eyes at him. 

“you give us a whole lecture about how this day needs to be treated like a national holiday and then your dumbass made her cry?” suguru says, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

you pull away from your hug, laughing at their insistence as satoru starts defending himself, and you can’t help but feel it. 

excited for your birthday next year. 

because you know satoru and you know he’s already planning out the ten miles for y/n month for the next year.

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[evilmcg]

The date was marked on Morty's work calendar, together with the most important Citadel business appointments. In the eyes of someone who didn't know him, that fact would have looked like a show of cold disinterest, but the truth told a very different story.

He had a great memory, also thanks to his cybernetic implants, much better than a normal human could have. It was extremely unlikely for him to forget one of his scheduled engagements, reason why he set a reminder only for the ones he wanted to be absolutely certain not to miss, no matter what.

His now official girlfriend's birthday was on that short list, even though, if asked about it, Morty would have minimised the importance of that fact.

In any case, he had prepared for the occasion. He had made sure to know his counterpart's schedule for the day, to make sure not to interfere with whatever plans his other self might have for the girl, and had rearranged his own schedule accordingly.

Thus why Meg found him waiting outside her bedroom, when she headed back there from his counterpart's office.

The president didn't give her time to say or do anything. Instead, he promptly stepped forward to greet her, offering a box in his hand. The wrapping paper was blood red, silky at the touch, and it was decorated with a black ribbon.

"I know that other me has plans for you in an hour, so I chose to stop by while he's busy," he claimed in a matter-of-fact tone. "I mostly wish to give you this," a small nod towards the present, "but I'm available for breakfast, if you want to share it with me."

He waited for Meg to take the gift before continuing, watching her as she opened it. Inside there was a brooch, shaped like an anatomical heart and decorated with red and black gemstones. Sheathed inside it, there was a small blade, its hilt protruding from the tip of the heart. It was small and thin, but deadly sharp, enough to slit someone's throat.

"If you'r available, I'd also like to take you somewhere tonight. At a late hour, 11pm or midnight. Depending on when your time with other me ends."

[[ my Evil Morty for Meg's bday, ofc! ]]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MEG!

@countlessrealities

Mortimer seemed to always surprise her when it came to her birthday. Truth be told she had to shake herself out of the alarm bells going off in her head. Sure when things were more tense between them he had the habit of trying to mess with her or scare her on her birthday but things were different now. Besides he was also known to get her something thoughtful once the mockery was over.

He was her official boyfriend now as odd as that was to get used to. She should give him a little more credit. He had spoiled her so far in their relationship and he seemed not to disappoint her when it came to that expectation today. She found herself smiling sweetly once her gift was offered to her.

Eyes twinkling with interest as she opened the beautifully decorated box. She had been expecting a simple piece of jewelry which she would certainly find pretty but instead was met with something a bit more unique. She audibly gasped at the sight of it. Turning it so it showed off the gleam of the red gemstones it was adorned with. As for what it held inside she would discover that later.

"You've managed to surprise me as always mortimer and it's gorgeous. Also shows how well you know me at this point. This is a very thoughtful gift. I agree to both invitations. I'd like french toast for breakfast." She made her demand before continuing. "I am curious to what you have planned for us later tonight so I'll be looking forward to that." She finished off her words with a quick but affectionate peck to his lips.

[countlessrealities]

@shctupmeg sent: "Morty, I'm so glad you could make it!" Her eyes cast down at the dress she was wearing. She even did a little spin for her almost boyfriend. "Do you like it? I know it's kind of a lot, but I figured since my party is kinda big I'd wear something fitting of that." for Meg's bday party

Morty awkwardly fidgeted in his spot right near the room entrance. He and Summer had arrived together, but his sister ditched him the moment they had stepped in, to join a group of girls she knew from school. And most likely to check one of the buffets.

The boy had been tempted to follow and grab a drink for himself, but it didn't feel right to go mingle without talking to Meg first and foremost.

Unfortunately, there were too many people and he kept failing at finding her in the crowd. He imagined that she had to be around, playing the role of the good host and of the birthday girl, which meant that it might take a while before she noticed him.

When Meg's voice reached him, he was about to move to a spot where he would have hopefully been more visible. Morty turned around, ready to greet her and wish her a happy birthday, but the words got stuck in his throat at the sight of her.

Hazel eyes widened and slowly moved down along the girl's figure, taking in the soft shades and cloth of her dress. He had seen her dressed up in a few occasions, but this was different. She looked...he couldn't even find a proper word for it.

"...W-Wow," was the first word that left his mouth and he instantly cringed at himself. Great. Not only he had sounded dumb, but that was...sort of rude too, wasn't it?

"I-I mean! Of course...I-I'm here, I wouldn't have missed you...uh, y-your party for the world!" He hurried to correct himself with a nervous chuckle. He needed to get it together. "An-And it's definitely not too much. I-It's your day, so, you know, y-you should get to wear whatever you want."

Better.

"An-And, uh, for what's worth..." His cheeks turned a dark shade of pink. "I-I think you look beautiful dressed like this."

[wonderstruck]

Finally I have a picture of me and Meg to use for her BIRTHDAY!!!!! ✨✨✨

@iwishyouwoulds HAPPY BIRTHDAY QUEEN!! 👑👑 I hope this is your best one yet!! Sending you SO MUCH LOVE!!! 💖💖💖💖

[meganlpie]

After Azkaban

Based on this request:  Hey Meg!! I was wondering if you could write an emotional reunion with Post Azkaban Sirius Black?? Maybe female reader being kinda upset that he didnt come to her when he escaped so that she could help him?? (She knew that he couldnt have done what he was accused of, not with the way he loved james) maybe something angsty with a happy ending (like them picking up where they left off before he was shipped off to azkaban??) I know it’s a lot and I’ll understand if you pass on it💙💙💙 by @gollyderek​

Here you are!! It’s Ducky’s bday and y’all are getting a present too! *I do not own ANY HP characters. They are, unfortunately, the property of Rowling.*

Warnings: mentions of Azkaban, angsty-fluff, it’s a bit short. 

Pairings: Sirius Black x fem!reader

Your heart nearly broke into a million pieces as you read the paper. Sirius had escaped from Azkaban. No one had ever done that before, but he managed. So why hadn't he come to you? Why, after all these years, did he not come to you first? Did he think you believed the lies you'd been told? You knew he was innocent. He'd loved James and you far too much to be responsible for James and Lily's deaths as well as all those Muggles.

         You fought back your tears, rose from your seat, and Apparated back to 12 Grimmauld Place. You spent time there on occasion, usually only to check up on Kreacher. And now, you hoped Sirius would end up there, though you knew it was unlikely. It would be the first place the Ministry would look for him. You didn't know where else would he go, but you only hoped you could see him again sooner rather than later.

         Once inside, you ignored the portrait of Sirius and Regulus' mother as she screamed at you. You did smile at Kreacher and thanked him before you made your way to the room you'd once shared with Sirius. You were pleased to see that it was still clean despite Kreacher still being loyal to the late Mrs. Black. The room had lost all of the scent of your lover, but the memories came unbidden. Without even meaning to you sank down on the bed, hugging what had been Sirius' pillow to your chest. You missed him still. Twelve years had passed and you couldn't stop missing him. Couldn't stop loving him.

*time skip*

         Months. It had been months since Sirius had escaped and you had yet to see him. Sometimes, if you looked quickly enough you swore you saw a large black dog watching you but when you looked again, it was gone. You really hoped it was Sirius but you were beginning to lose that hope with every passing day. Just when it seemed you would never see the man you loved again, he finally appeared.

��        You Apparated to 12 Grimmauld Place again to check on Kreacher only to pull to a stop when you saw him. His hair was much longer and his eyes held a bit of madness to them. His wand was pointed at you in a defensive manner. You figured he hadn't guessed that you charmed the house against anyone wishing him or you harm.

         "S-Sirius? Is that really you?" His eyes widened and for a moment, he looked like the younger man you remembered. "Y/N? I must be dreaming. You wouldn't be here otherwise." Tears pricked your eyes, causing him to lower his wand slightly. "It's me, Sirius. I swear. I-I put a charm on the house to protect myself and you when I heard you'd escaped." At that, Sirius lowered his wand completely, actually dropping it to the floor.

         In an instant, he was right in front of you. His hands were shaking as he reached up to hold your face. Rough, calloused thumbs wiped the tears now falling down your cheeks. "I'm real," you whispered as his deep eyes stared into yours. "Y/N. My Y/N." Sirius voice was still so soft and he looked as if he couldn't believe it. "I dreamed of you. Every night. It was the only thing that kept me from going well and truly mad," he admitted.

         "I dreamed of you too. I never thought I'd see you again." Sirius began crying tears of his own as he continued to cup your face. For a few moments, the two of you simply stood there, lost in each others' gaze.  Those dark eyes of his were  swimming with emotion and you swore you were about to drown in them.

         "Sirius?" He hummed a bit in response, his thumb still stroking your cheek. You let yourself smile. "No offense, love, but you stink. Horribly so." Sirius merely stared at you in disbelief for a moment before laughter burst from his lips, deep and clear. Your own giggles join in a second later.

         "Shall we continue this later then? After a bath?" You gave a nod as you continued to smile at him. Sirius pulled away from you a bit and placed a chaste kiss to your forehead. "I love you," he whispered. "I love you, too. Now go on." He laughed once more then walked away. You shook your head fondly at the man you loved. You knew your troubles were far from over unless and until the Ministry exonerated him, but you were determined to enjoy the time you had with him now. And you hoped that, one day, the two of you could finally have your happily ever after.

(a/n: I hope this is what you were looking for!)

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[millennium-thejiaqiverse]

Chapter 0: A Pilot

Summary: It’s up to a 15-year-old birthday boy to save the day! How exactly is he involved? What could be rapidly ripping his home universe apart? And how on earth is he going to stop it? Let’s find out!

21:30, Miles is lying in bed, ready to catch some sleep.

Today’s his bday. Before school ended Meg handed Miles a “Happy Birthday!” card coated with glitter. It was beautifully hand made. She had a big smile. She stood a little in front of lockers 51, 53, and bottom row 52, 54. Some glitter stuck to her hands. Elly and Rose were busy with their lockers (48 and 49, a piece of lime green sticker stuck out from locker 49, which was placed there by Rose exactly 3 days ago), while they too wished him a happy bday. At the same time Rodney Lee Jr. flashed a smile at Miles, opened his locker 54 by a crack and dug his jacket out with an almost inaudible “excuse me” then quickly vanished out of sight. Whilst recalling details of his day at school, Miles thinks about his plan to hit the bowling alley with a late bday party after midterms, ah what fun awaits him. If only everything is fun and simple on his bday.

Without fail, Miles has the same dream every night of his bday. In this dream he will be approached by this girl he’s never met face to face before, ever, still, she seems strangely familiar; she will always ask him to play hide and seek along this peaceful little creek. However, every time Miles covers his eyes he ends up waking up. Well, Miles is in full control of his dreams, but not this one. Of course he is curious as to what happens next but one, he somehow can’t avoid covering his eyes, two, he can’t stop himself from waking up, and three, he can’t pick up from where he left off afterwards. Not only that, the dream leaves a strange feeling, like he should be expecting something in the near future, or he missed something important that the dream is communicating to him. Eventually, Miles reluctantly learns to shrug these feelings off, because nothing unusual follows, pretty anticlimactic.

21:50 rolls around fast. Well, must get some sleep, time to jump right back into this routine of receiving the same dream, trying to take control, failing and being confused plus weirded out. With that on his mind Miles sighs as he shuts his eyes.

“Guess who I am?” A cheerful feminine voice sounds from behind him.

“Oh, I dunno,” but Miles knows where this is going. “Let’s play a game!” The girl suggests. “Like tic-tac-toe?” Miles tries. “No, like hide and seek!” She laughs. “Then I’ll go h...” Miles didn’t get to finish. “I’ll go hide, cover your eyes,” the girls cuts him off, “no peeking!” Miles covers his eyes before he realizes and he’s ready to beat himself up for it (I mean he had certainly lasted longer in this game of trying to avoid covering his eyes before), except he doesn’t wake up this time. It appears that he’s sunken into another layer of this dream, the sight of the city he lives in submerged in crystal clear water appears a little after he covers his eyes. Now this is new!

Miles sits straight up in bed, very startled. It’s morning already—and the city is not submerged. 15 years of curiosity and that was his answer? Really? With a glimmer of hope Miles groggily decides to carry on with his day and see if anything else is new. It appears that he doesn’t have far to look.

Each physical item in the house is right where he remembered it should be, the energy of the place is not off, but somehow it’s all wrong; and the grogginess... is he really awake at this point? Miles believes this place he now perceives is like a holographic image projected from his own photographic memories of the reality he is familiar with. Bizarre. Right as the thought comes to him, which brings him to see this place differently, this projection appears less and less vivid. All this seems to be happening in his head. Remembering what he’s learnt on the subject, Miles considered a possibility that he’s now stuck in a mental concoction of his home out of information carried in a loose piece of energy; this could happen when lots of energy from a universe is loose and rearranging into a new balance, Miles knows that events like this never happens unprovoked. He also knows that he’ll be more and more disoriented if he doesn’t snap out of whatever this is right away.

The feeling of being lost in a debatable state didn’t last too long. The sound of something pushing its way through the wall caught Miles’s attention. There’s water again, pushing out from the ground and flowing erratically throughout the house. Awake or asleep, it is clear to Miles that this isn’t just part of his bday dreams anymore, all this is some sort of vision, it’s as if his mind’s been trying to confirm something with himself, unknowingly leaving a clue—water, why all this water? With absolutely no time to loose, Miles has to figure out what caused his home universe to lose it’s former harmony and fix the problem.

To do that, he needs a vantage point to set his foot down and examine the situation, and fortunately he’s always had one. He just needs to visit the Junction to check things out—that’s his own up-to-date mental image of universes and such, therefore the perfect vantage point for him. Miles’s Junction is a train station, and his home universe is represented as a train stopped at one of the boarding platforms. Major parts of the train are falling apart rather quickly and contorted into a bare dark branch growing into other carriages. It is all crystal clear to him once he discovers this, therefore this deduction is made: a new plane has grown from this universe, a cancerous plane, relentlessly consuming everything it’s rooted on, if it’s not stopped it will pry loose and take away all the energy this universe needed for itself to exist: this universe will disappear; without this universe the overcharged cancer will then blow apart or get planted onto another unsuspecting universe and continue it’s destruction. Whoever planted this plane clearly knows what they’re doing and must have a foolproof plan (they must have thought of everything in order to not be stopped ahead of time). What exactly is their end goal? Why target his home universe? Miles decides the best course of action is to go to said plane and work from the inside out, once this is done there’ll be plenty of chances to get everything else back on track.

With his fingers crossed, Miles boards the train through the cracks of the branch, and he freezes for a sec as he arrived at the plane, stunned by the sight. There it stands, a growing tree—the cancer draining all that energy away.

Surely, Miles has expected retaliation as he knows for sure he’ll be spotted instantly once he entered the plane (part of the foolproof plan by whoever built this plane). The tree branches started to grow a lot faster, taking up space with a surprising pace. Miles establishes a forcefield to blast away branches growing towards him, but that’s obviously not a lasting plan, not that he would eventually cave in once there’s no space left and get crushed (trust me he wouldn’t), but more because this plane will be draining up energy much faster to combat him. Hmm. Not a problem, he thinks to himself, just have to wrap it up right now before this escalates any further. Drawing out the stolen energy from the tree and returning it to the universe does the trick nicely, soon this nightmare plant is no longer able to support its already grown branches and crumbles into pieces. “Problem solved.” Miles nods, “though I have to admit the person who planted and developed this plane did a pretty impressive job, all that wouldn’t have been easy.”

Hold on, what’s going down there? Mixed in with the crashing branches is what appears to be a dark humanoid figure. Miles sees this and rushes over to check it out. He makes it just in time to catch this figure he’s seen—surprise, surprise, emerging from the dark tree sap is a young woman, she had been cramped inside a branch all along. Miles recognizes her instantly, this is the girl from his dreams, but she definitely looks older than that version of herself. An odd plum flower is rooted into her skin, and by the looks of it possibly deep into her skull. That’s probably the reason why she’s unconscious. Miles lays her down onto a broken off branch to inspect the flower.

Except this is not a flower!

It’s in fact a rare single use artifact that customizes itself to its victim, it grants full control of one’s mind as long as needed and no one affected is able to get it off by themselves up until now. The victim will also be very worn down. Whoever’s got their hands on one of these would not want to waste its power, it is rumored that one of these artifacts can be passed down through generations without being used just because of the lack of a suitable target. Apparently the “plum tree”—the cancerous plane came to exist because of her; she appears uncommonly lively after this ordeal too. At this point Miles had a choice to make, either pull the “plum flower” out or leave it there. Needless to say whoever used this young woman to build the plane would do harm, but she is a force to be reckoned with herself, her identity is still a mystery for now, she could be evil.

A gut instinct keeps telling him that freeing her is a priority, as long as the artifact is still attached to her, she might be forced to carry on with the mission to destroy. On top of that, Miles starts thinking long and hard on his bday dreams. It feels that not only does he know her from somewhere but he was quite close to her as well. Deep down he trusts her somehow, he cannot explain it but he does.

Hesitantly, Miles yanks off the flower from her forehead, and right after he does, she opens her eyes.

[winchestergirl-13]

The New Broken Scene

Pairing: TFW x Friend!Reader

Prompt: “She's Kinda Hot” by 5 Seconds of Summer

Word Count: 2,309

Warning: a couple swear words, a few feelings being touched on (not really angsty, but sad), fluff, talk of the end of the world, Winchesters being Winchesters.

A/N: this is for @sis-tafics “Jill’s Bday Pop Punk Challenge”. This was hard for me to write for as I had no idea what to do lol. I finally got this written up last night and I like it. The characters may be a little OOC, they may not be. It kinda jumps around at times, but I was trying to pick a character for each group of lyrics, so that’s why. I hope you like it.

Team Free Will, what a name. Let's see, there's a ex-blood junkie, a high school drop out with six bucks to his name, mister comatose over there, and a girl on the run. Sounds about right. 'Course, “titles” change over time, people/creatures add on every now and then, but any way you slice it, Team Free Will is just that. A team that saved the world; countless times mind you. To put it frankly, they were like the Kings and Queens of this new and broken scene, always finding a way to patch it back up.

My girlfriend's bitchin' 'cause I always sleep in She's always screaming when she's calling a friend She's kinda hot though Yeah she's kinda hot though (Just an itty bitty little bit hot)

“Damn, this chick won't leave me alone,” Dean grumbled to himself as he pressed “Decline” on his phone. Every time he answered, Melanie (or whatever her name was), would be practically screaming through the phone at Dean, or whining that he wasn't calling her back.

“Dude, just change your number or tell her you're not interested,” (Y/N) offered as she sat down next to him, cracking open a book to research their next case.

“You don't think I've tried?” he sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “Screw it, I'll call her back and tell her it ain't working out. She's kinda hot though...”

(Y/N) watched Dean grab his phone as he stood up and placed a call back. She just shook her head with a smirk. When will he learn?

My shrink is telling me I got crazy dreams She's also saying I got low self-esteem She's kinda hot though Yeah she's kinda hot though (Just a little bit a little bit hot) She put me on meds, she won't get out of my head She's kinda hot though (One, two, three, go!)

When Castiel was in the mental hospital, Meg was his only sense of comfort. The doctor he was seeing didn't help him; only made him feel worse about his predicament, even if he didn't show it. The medication he was given didn't help; Lucifer always made an appearance. But now he was free of that place, and yet Meg stood by him.

Another normal day in the Bunker, relatively speaking. Castiel couldn't stop staring at Meg, but he stared at everyone for prolonged periods of time. Most just ignored it. Meg however looked up and held his gaze before Castiel looked away, a small blush spreading across his cheeks.

“Yes, Clarence?” she asked, smirking when he started at her sudden question.

“I uh...you...Ithinkyou'reratherbeautifulMeg,” he blurt out as fast as he could, embarrassment clouding his thoughts.

Meg caught what he was saying and made her way over to the flustered angel. Patting his cheek softly, she placed a small kiss to his rosy cheek. “Thank you, Castiel. You're rather handsome yourself.” And then she left, leaving behind a flustered and happy angel.

My friend left college 'cause it felt like a job His mom and dad both think he's a slob He's got a shot though (No, not really) Yeah, he's got a shot though (No, no, not really) When you've got bigger plans that no one else understands You've got a shot though (Oh my, that's a big plan you've got there)

With Mary back in the picture, Sam often wondered how she would feel knowing he left college, a chance at a normal life, to return to hunting with Dean. Would she think he was a slob? He didn't voice his queries aloud, mostly because he feared he was right.

Fate as it were, had other plans. Mary was going through some old files and records, trying to see just how much she missed (it was a lot), when she came across an old acceptance letter. It was addressed to Sam from Stanford. She knew he mentioned it to her, but she didn't know the full story. Did he graduate? Did he go back at some point? Figuring she'd get better answers from Sam himself, she set off to find her boy.

Dean was on a supply run with (Y/N), and Castiel was off doing some heavenly duties, leaving Sam and Mary in the Bunker. She found her son in the library, reclined in one of the rockers in the corner with a book in hand. He heard her footsteps and looked up, a smile on his face. “Hey mom. What's up?”

“I had a question for you, Sam. Found this in a pile of records in storage,” she handed him his old college acceptance letter. She watched as his face dropped at the sight of it, a sort of sadness creeping in his eyes.

“What did you want to know?” Sam asked, trying to hide how his voice cracked a little.

“What was it like?” Mary questioned, grabbing one of the chairs at the tables and pulled it over. With a sigh, Sam launched into his tale. How he got accepted, hid it from their dad, left hunting to go to school. He told her about Jess, how she sadly died, how he never went back and finished like he told himself he would. At the end of his tale, Sam was convinced Mary would think he was an idiot.

“Oh Sam, I'm so sorry. I wish you never had to go through that,” she comforted, placing a hand on his knee and giving it a small squeeze.

Sam gave her a tight smile, trying to hide the pain inside. Mary, however, saw right through it. A mother always knows. Standing up, she pulled Sam into a hug, feeling him tense slightly before slowly bringing his arms up to wrap around her. Running her fingers through his hair, she felt him relax into her touch.

“I'm proud of you, Sam. I always knew you'd go to a school like Stanford one day. I wish you could have gotten the chance to be a lawyer, but just know I am so proud of you. Despite everything, you still became an amazing young man. Quite literally saving the world. What mother wouldn't be proud of that?”

Sam felt like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Breathing a sigh of relief, he tightened his hold slightly, whispering a “thanks mom”. That was what he needed to hear.

They say we're losers and we're alright with that We are the leaders of the not-coming-back's But we're alright though Yeah we're alright though We are the kings and the queens of the new broken scene Yeah we're alright though (Uno, dos, tres, cuatro)

Jack stared out the window from the backseat of the Impala as the scenery flew by them. He, (Y/N) and the boys had just wrapped up another case. Another win for Team Free Will. At least it wasn't another apocalypse.

Sometimes it felt like this world was out to get them, whether it be another monster, a human, or for Jack, another angel tried to take him away from his family. The Winchesters had blasted them away before they could do anything. He was grateful, but sometimes it felt like it was too much.

He looked over at (Y/N) and saw she had these white chords in her ears that were attached to her phone. Reaching over, Jack tapped her shoulder and she turned around with a smile as she pulled out one of the chords.

“Yes Jack?”

“What is that?” he asked, pointing to the earphone chord in her hand.

“These are headphones. They allow you to listen to music. Wanna listen?” she explained, offering him one of the pieces. Jack gently placed it in his ear and s grin spread across his face as music came through.

“This is amazing!” he exclaimed, shifting closer to listen with her. While he may not understand the song or know who it is, something about it stood out to him. This band, 5 Seconds of Summer (which he also didn't quite understand), their song spoke to him in a way. Him, (Y/N), Sam, Dean, Castiel, and Mary were definitely like the Kings and Queens of coming back from the edge.

Sometimes I'm feeling like I'm going insane My neighbor told me that I got bad brains But I'm alright though (We're alright though) Yeah we'll be alright though (We're alright though) 'Cause we're the kings and the queens of the new broken scene And we're alright though (One, two, three, four)

(Y/N) was on the run for as long as she could remember. Whether it was running from a monster or the local cop that caught her playing hooky from school, not like she could tell the cop she was hunting for a monster. From an early age, her neighbors thought she wasn't going to make it in life; her parents were almost never home (they were hunters, what would you expect?), she didn't do that great in school sometimes, and they caught her talking to herself sometimes and thought she had gone insane. Turns out she was talking to a Zana and only she could see her (Emma was a friend of Sully's; who she got to meet later on when he needed their help).

Yet despite all the negativity that surrounded her from an early age, she persisted. Her grades went up, her parents stopped hunting for a while (at least until she was older), and Emma knew that (Y/N) didn't need her around much longer. But it was okay, she checked on her from time to time before moving on to the next kid in need. (Y/N) proved her neighbors wrong when she got accepted to college. She'd spend a few years there and graduated as an English major, but turned to hunting instead. That was how she met Sam and Dean, on a werewolf hunt of all things. And she's been with them ever since.

Her parents retired from hunting and set up shop as a communications hot spot between hunters with the help from Bobby. But that was okay with (Y/N). It meant they would stay safe. For now, the world was in the capable hands of Team Free Will. And they were doing alright by their standards.

They say we're losers and we're alright with that We are the leaders of the not-coming-back's But we're alright though (We're alright though) Yeah we're alright though (We're alright though) We are the kings and the queens of the new broken scene Yeah we're alright though (We're gonna be okay)

“Man, things just never seem to go easy on us, do they?” Dean sighed, sinking down into a chair at their kitchen table, an ice pack held to his cheek. Sam was rummaging through their first aid kit for some painkillers, the wound on his arm had stopped bleeding by now. (Y/N) limped over to a chair across from Dean and watched as Cas tried to heal him. Sadly, he used a little too much grace expelling the demons they dealt with and so healing would have to wait for a bit. He would recharge tonight and be good by morning.

“It's fine Cas. Just worry about getting some rest, alright?” (Y/N) replied, patting his hand before getting up to get some water for Dean. They four of them worked on patching each other up and then beers were passed around as they cheered to another job well done...sort of.

Sometimes they wished they didn't have such a burden on their shoulders, but if they didn't do what they do, who else would save the world?

“You know what boys? How about we do nothing tomorrow but take a day and relax. Have a movie marathon or something. Maybe start tonight when Mary gets home with Jack and show them all the movies they missed or don't know. Get them caught up on something current. Let someone else deal with the monsters tomorrow. We deserve a break. We saved this God damned world numerous times; let someone else save it tomorrow. We need this,” (Y/N) declared, getting up to go change before any of them could object. Yeah, she was right. Let someone else handle it tomorrow. It'll be okay.

Na na na na na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na na na na But we're alright though Na na na na na na na na na na na Yeah we're alright though Na na na na na na na na na na na We are the kings and the queens of the new broken scene Yeah we're alright though

“Well, here's to another job well done, boys. And Mary,” (Y/N) held up her beer for a toast, listening to the replies and clinks from her family around her. They saved the world again, and this time, it got them Gabriel. While he was still recovering, he was happy to be free and apart of their little ragtag family of misfits. He fit right in.

“Here's to family,” Mary saluted.

“To friends,” Castiel stated.

“To my saviors,” Gabriel replied.

“To my family,” Jack added, a smile on his face.

“To freedom,” came Sam.

“To Team Free Will 2.0,” Dean chuckled, but it was true.

“To us. The Kings and Queens of the broken scene. Earth's heroes,” (Y/N) cheered. They didn't know what would await them tomorrow, but for now, they were alright. Everything would be alright in the end. The Earth had them to protect it, it was going to be just fine in the hands of Team Free Will 2.0, which included two salty hunters, one half angel kid, dude that just came back from the dead...again, an Archangel turned Trickster back from Hell, a mother back from the dead, and a girl who didn't have to run away anymore. This was their family.

[merestart]

And….

Dear,

Happy bday to you. Now, i have a quartal of precious momment of the people i love. I just realized that July is my sister bday, August is your bday, and September would be mine. Ah! Wonderful.

You know i can’t write a pretty excellent metaphors like you do, my language is very simple as well, and poetically unpretty. But, there is a sincerity in every single word. Yes, thats my expertise.

I don’t know (yet) how is it feels like to be 26 years old and be as a man. It must be hard, isn’t it? And not easy. Your shoulder must be super strong to hold the world. As your age, i believe you have so much goals and you meet hard choices in life. As a man, you are full of responsibility in the future, and i know you always want to prepare for the best.

You might be afraid of the choice that you’ll take, conscious about its consequence to your life, dreams, and people that you love. I always remember a story that you told me once, about swimming. We are afraid to swim because we won’t sink. But we need to think in the other way you said. Do not let your fear stop you, it is your fear that will save you. Your fear will make you to be more careful and thats when you’ll be able to swim well.

I know you have so many people who loves you, even bigger than i do. They said many opinions, comments, wishes, and wise words and there will be so much more. Do not let it be a burden for you, open your ears to hear different voices, but be sharp to listen to your heart’s. Keep breathing under the pressure, find a way, your light and believe your feet. This is your road and no one will walk it for you. Keep go on for what you believing.

The most important thing is, God. The most magnificent writer of all story. Be prepare, some choice and maximum work will bring you to the glory and also there always dead end possibility. But don’t stop. Keep trying.

*Jika semua berjalan sesuai rencana, maka jadilah lentera yang semakin terang. Jika ada yang tak berjalan sesuai rencana, Aku tahu hatimu bisa selapang lautan, bisa ‘ikhlas’ menerima dan tetap kuat.*

Above all, i want you to be happy. You can go wherever you want, and you know, you always find your way back home.

Keep swimming!

Xoxo,

Megs :p (Who will keep disturb you for today, tomorrow, and dont mind to keep doing it for the rest of your life)

[spunsugarj2fantasy]

Tag Game

OK @mooseintheocean, thanks for the tag! 

FYI sometimes I overshare...so enjoy or skip, whatever floats your boat!

85 Questions:

1. drink: tea, mainly herbal

2. phone call:...I'm assuming this means last phone call I made? Husband

3. text message: to co-worker, wishing him a happy bday

4. song I listened to: last one was Leonard Cohen "You Want It Darker"

5. last time I cried: when @mooseintheocean told me to watch the Kodaline "Brother" video...last week sometime? :)

6. dated someone twice: well I married him, sooo... yeah?

7. kissed someone and regretted it: no...but I have regretted NOT kissing someone

8. been cheated on: no, thank Chuck, can't imagine the pain

9. lost someone special: yes

10. been depressed: yes, though I'm not sure if it was actual clinical depression or just a really rotten year from hell 

11. gotten drunk and thrown up: surprisingly no.  I've been drunk and tipsy, but I have never (yet!) thrown up due to alcohol...though never say never. 

three favourite colours:

12. black, although technically it's not a colour 

13. green

14. purple

in the last year have you:

15. made new friends: yes! you know who you are!!! :D

16. fallen out of love: no

17. laughed until you cried: yes, may times

18. found out someone was talking about you: yes

19. met someone who changed you: well, this may sound silly, but THIS!  ALL of this here! I was a closet J2 fan before I met some awesome people right here!  Now I can openly talk about everything and they won't think I'm totally crazy.

20. found out who your friends are: I kinda always did.  I've been besties with my bestie for 27 years, and still going strong.

21. kissed one of your tumblr followers: virtually via emoji yes. irl no, haven't had the pleasure.

general:

22. how many of your tumblr friends do you know in real life? None. (YET!!!!) Like I said, never say never!

23. do you have any pets? no :( but I wanna!!!

24. do you want to change your name? already did, when I got married.  First name, no, I kinda like it :)

25. what did you do for your last birthday? my co-workers had a lovely lunch and cake for me, husband took me out to dinner, I went out with my friends the next day.  At this point in my life, my BDay is basically just another excuse to see everyone :)

26. what time did you wake up? 6:30am, BLECHHHHH! NOT a morning person.

27. what were you doing at midnight last night? reading fanfiction.  Yeah Jo, me too, lol.

28. name something you can’t wait for: OCTOBER!!!  S13 and meeting J2 again!

29. when was the last time you saw your mum: two days ago

30. what are you listening to right now? Jensen Ackles acoustic version of Simple Man

31. have you ever talked to a person named tom? yes, but over 5 years ago.

32. something that is getting on your nerves: fanaticism. entitlement. inconsiderate selfishness. idiocy/stupidity. willful blindness. and stupid drivers.

33. most visited website: Twitter, Tumblr, GroupMe (LOL), AO3

34. hair colour: dark brown

35. long or short hair: long

36. do you have a crush on someone? yes?...ahem, YES.  And yes, my husband knows.

37. what do you like about yourself? hmmmmmm...please hold....

...please continue to hold...

...

...I'm friendly! As far as features go, my eyes I guess.

38. piercings: yup, a few...9 in total.

39. blood type: I actually have no idea...may be a good idea to find out.

40. nickname: Oh god... here we go... Magda, Maggie, Lenka, Madzia, Magzz, Meg, Psupa, Sweetie, Magoo, Morwa, ok seriously, I think that's enough, no?

41. relationship status: Married. Hitched. Ball and chained! :D

42. zodiac: Cancer, July 20th.

43. pronouns: she or her...possibly answers to YO! as well.

44. favourite tv show(s): Supernatural (duh!!!), X-Files, Firefly, The Borgias, Game of Thrones, The Blacklist, Eyewitness, Black Sails, Lucifer

45. tattoos: nope, though I have some interesting ideas...

46. right or left handed: right handed

48. sport: Me no.  But I like watching hockey.

49. vacation: next bit of time off will be in October for SPN Con

50. pair of trainers: I assume you mean shoes, yes.

more general:

51. eating: oatmeal, raspberries and vanilla milk for breakfast.  And tea.  GALLONS of tea.

52. drinking: vanilla milk atm...and tea.  GALLONS of tea...is there an echo in here?

53. i’m about to: get my ass off Tumblr and actually get some work done.

54. waiting for: 5:30pm when I can go home :)

55. want: really? u got enough room in here for this??? I'll keep it short: EVERYTHING.

56. get married: been there, done that, didn't get a tshirt, but still have my dress. 

57. career: well I AM working right now (literally! supposed to be) and I like my job, so I'm pretty happy

58. hugs or kisses: BOTH!!! AND snuggles AND hand-holding AND hot sex AND flirting AND porn ... OK I stop now.

59. lips or eyes: both, ALL OF IT, especially if you're Jared or Jensen

60. shorter or taller: well, seeing my answer above, so I'd say tall please

61. older or younger: if you mean life partners? I don't really care.  It's the fit & chemistry that matters, not he age...WITHIN REASON of course!  My husband is 5 years older than I, if that helps.

62. nice arms or nice stomach: ME? Neither, especially not the stomach part (see #48 where I don't do sports).  In other people...both are nice but neither is absolutely necessary and lack of either or both does not automatically warrant rejection or dismissal.  The outer shell is important, but not as crucial as the inner mush.

63. hookup or relationship: well, seeing as I'm married, I'd have to say relationship.  (with the occasional hook-up thrown in?  My husband and I are adventurous, LOL). 

64. troublemaker or hesitant: mostly reserved and hesitant, I try to avoid or resolve conflict as soon as possible.  Until someone stupid pisses me off on purpose, then it's all hell breaks loose.

have you ever:

65. kissed a stranger: yes

66. drank hard liquor: yes

67. lose glasses/contact lenses: I have not lost either. I kinda need them so I take good care of them.

69. sex on the first date: depends.

70. had your heart broken: yes, though he totally didn't do it on purpose!!! I had the extreme misfortune to fall for a gay man.  Nothing either of us could do about it.

71. been arrested: no.

72. cried when someone died: yes.

73. fallen for a friend: yup.  See #70. 

do you believe in

74. yourself:  sometimes

75. miracles: sometimes.

76. love at first sight: not Love. Intense attraction, lust, chemistry, strong magnetic pull, yes.  But Love grows from getting to know someone.  At first sight you only see the outer shell.  You may really like the look/touch/taste/smell of the outer shell, but it's what's inside that engenders real Love.

77. santa claus: I'm waaayyy to naughty for that. 

78. kiss on the first date: depends...(see #69)

79. angels: hmmmmm....I believe in supernatural and extraterrestrial beings... it's a big universe and it's be an awful waste of space if humans were the only beings around.  I also believe in human angels.  Those selfless human beings who share their light with others, hoping to change the world for the better.

other

80. eye colour: green.  sometimes hazel, depending on what I wear.

81. favourite movie: WOW...OK, I'll try to narrow it down.  All the Harry Potter movies, all the Lord of the Rings movies, A&E Pride and Prejudice (miniseries), pretty much all the adaptations of Jane Austen books, most versions of Jane Eyre, Dark City, Merchant of Venice (2004 Al Pacino version), there are lots more that I won't list of this will be miles long.

82. height: 5'7

83. siblings: two younger half brothers

84. favourite season: I don't like weather/temperature extremes so spring or fall

85. sexuality: Bi for sure, possibly Pan - though that's only theoretical atm.

OK, that's it.  If anyone needs any clarification just ask!  :D

Dear Followers: if you want to do this, feel free, go nuts, tag me so I can see!

XO!

[anamorales]

Friday Faves

Hi hi! Happy Friday! What’s going on this weekend? We have Livi’s dance recital (can’t wait!) and I’m getting everything ready for Summer Shape Up. Buckle up, friends – it’s going to be a good one! It’s been an interesting week getting back into the swing of life, but so worth it. I still haven’t unpacked our suitcases and we’re still moving pretty slowly in the mornings. Lesson: I’ll never sign Livi up for an 8am camp again lol. 

I’ll have a full recap of our cruise up on Monday!!

(Checking out a stream after a salmon bake feast and s’mores over a campfire)

For now, it’s time for the weekly Friday Faves party. This is where I share some of my favorite finds from the week and around the web. I always love to hear about your faves, too, so please shout out something you’re lovin’ in the comments section.

Beauty + fashion:

Love this everyday pocket tank and obsessed with this dress.

Got this hat to wear to the pool! It rolls up and has sun protection. 1600 positive reviews don’t lie.

These sporty sandals are super cute!

Got to try the newest Beautycounter line for the first time this week and I’m so stoked for the launch! I can’t share a ton of details right now but will let you know as soon as I can. Hands down, it’s their best line and the night cream is bananas.

Read, watch, listen:

The Bachelorette. I felt like I missed the boat on this one because I missed the first episode, but Meg told me we need to catch up. I binged a couple of episodes last night and am so glad! I like Hannah B. even more now and can’t wait to see who she ends up picking. 

Create a little bit of bliss every day.

Thank you so much for all of your feedback on this week’s podcast episode! I’m so excited to be back and congrats to the winner of the re-launch giveaway: Liz! (comment #135) Be sure to check your email later this morning so I can get your prizes on the way.

Good eats:

Alaskan salmon! We brought back a few packs of smoked salmon from Ketchikan and I WISH we would have brought more. Customs would be like “Ma’am, why do you have an entire suitcase of smoked salmon?”

I only brought back three packs and that was a rookie move.

We had some said salmon last night on Caesar salads with parmesan and croutons and it was life.

Cheese boards are baaaaack. Our little cousins are here from Florida, so some of the fam came over for Wednesday night dinner. We sang “Happy Birthday” to Meg with cake since we missed her bday, and the Pilot grilled a feast of turkey burgers, beef burgers, and chicken thighs.

(+ all the burger fixins)

There was also a giant cheese board,

vegan artichoke dip, 

sweet potato fries and sweet potatoes. 

Excited to try these recipes:

Dark chocolate quinoa bars.

Vanilla cookie smoothie.

Thai chickpea burgers.

If you’re looking for a workout this weekend, try this Cardio Barre workout. It combines classic barre moves with cardio elements to get your heart rate up and break an awesome sweat.

Happy Friday, friends!

xo

Gina

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[jonasmaurer]

Friday Faves

Hi hi! Happy Friday! What’s going on this weekend? We have Livi’s dance recital (can’t wait!) and I’m getting everything ready for Summer Shape Up. Buckle up, friends – it’s going to be a good one! It’s been an interesting week getting back into the swing of life, but so worth it. I still haven’t unpacked our suitcases and we’re still moving pretty slowly in the mornings. Lesson: I’ll never sign Livi up for an 8am camp again lol. 

I’ll have a full recap of our cruise up on Monday!!

(Checking out a stream after a salmon bake feast and s’mores over a campfire)

For now, it’s time for the weekly Friday Faves party. This is where I share some of my favorite finds from the week and around the web. I always love to hear about your faves, too, so please shout out something you’re lovin’ in the comments section.

Beauty + fashion:

Love this everyday pocket tank and obsessed with this dress.

Got this hat to wear to the pool! It rolls up and has sun protection. 1600 positive reviews don’t lie.

These sporty sandals are super cute!

Got to try the newest Beautycounter line for the first time this week and I’m so stoked for the launch! I can’t share a ton of details right now but will let you know as soon as I can. Hands down, it’s their best line and the night cream is bananas.

Read, watch, listen:

The Bachelorette. I felt like I missed the boat on this one because I missed the first episode, but Meg told me we need to catch up. I binged a couple of episodes last night and am so glad! I like Hannah B. even more now and can’t wait to see who she ends up picking. 

Create a little bit of bliss every day.

Thank you so much for all of your feedback on this week’s podcast episode! I’m so excited to be back and congrats to the winner of the re-launch giveaway: Liz! (comment #135) Be sure to check your email later this morning so I can get your prizes on the way.

Good eats:

Alaskan salmon! We brought back a few packs of smoked salmon from Ketchikan and I WISH we would have brought more. Customs would be like “Ma’am, why do you have an entire suitcase of smoked salmon?”

I only brought back three packs and that was a rookie move.

We had some said salmon last night on Caesar salads with parmesan and croutons and it was life.

Cheese boards are baaaaack. Our little cousins are here from Florida, so some of the fam came over for Wednesday night dinner. We sang “Happy Birthday” to Meg with cake since we missed her bday, and the Pilot grilled a feast of turkey burgers, beef burgers, and chicken thighs.

(+ all the burger fixins)

There was also a giant cheese board,

vegan artichoke dip, 

sweet potato fries and sweet potatoes. 

Excited to try these recipes:

Dark chocolate quinoa bars.

Vanilla cookie smoothie.

Thai chickpea burgers.

If you’re looking for a workout this weekend, try this Cardio Barre workout. It combines classic barre moves with cardio elements to get your heart rate up and break an awesome sweat.

Happy Friday, friends!

xo

Gina

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[teenageangstpaidoffwell-blog]

Other people

want to keep in touch.

Well, here I am- capitalizing the beginning of my sentences and everything. This.is.30.! I didn’t think I’d ever come back to this journal. Didn’t think I’d journal at 30. But here I am. 

I viewed my habit of journaling as something I was leaving behind. Didn’t need it anymore. I’ve done some form of journaling/documenting my life since I was 8 or 9 years old, I guess I can’t stop now. I go back and read about myself through the years (after all, our selves are usually our favorite subjects) and love to re-live certain days/times/memories as I read. It takes me back in time in a way and I often times wonder how I could have had that mindset or been that immature. Everything takes time, especially maturity.

Maturity for me took quite a while it seems, as I re-read the last entries I posted. I laugh at most of the things I’d written. So dumb, so clueless. How I wish I could go back in time and tell myself to keep going forward, push yourself more, and to not give two shits about that dumb boy back in college because guess what? You aren’t with him anymore! Those silly trivial things that seemed to matter so much to you are just blips in your story and will not matter in the long run. You definitely did better, my dear. That’s what I’d say. I always try to look at the tough times as learning experiences though.

Well, as it turns out, boyfriend and I turned into fiance and I- now husband and I. Very happily married. Almost one year! Nuts to think about. I also told myself I never wanted kids and now I can’t wait to start a family with him. He’s the best thing that has happened to me in my life besides my parents and I feel lucky and happy every single day. He goes above and beyond for me and does everything he can to keep me happy. He’s funny and he always keeps me laughing (something I so very need). Looking back on my old posts and the tough times I think ‘I wouldn’t be here if I hadn’t have been there’. It feels so good to be in a loving relationship and know that I’m where I’m supposed to be. 

I work for a great company now and am on my second career path. I love almost every aspect of it. I make about $50k right now and I have the ability to bonus every month. I’m second in command and my pilot is one of the best people I’ve met. As much as she can be a bit scatter-brained, messy and lacking in managerial skills sometimes, she makes up for it in stride in other ways. She is such a genuinely nice person and it’s so rare to find that these days. We just click, too. She gets me and I get her with little to no effort. It’s so nice! 

I try not to equate it to astrology, but sometimes I can’t help but connect the dots when I come across them. She and I are exactly one week apart- same birth year and everything. She is a sensitive soul, an old soul, like me. It just feels really nice to know someone who is similar. I’ve not experienced it before in a friend. 

Speaking of astrology, journaling was one of the ways I’ve read to help with all my ~*feelings*~ with my moon being in Scorpio. Seems I’ve been on the right path all along with turning to journaling even at a young age. I think I’ve always known I needed somewhere to vent and to place all these thoughts/feelings/rants. 

I had my annual review last week and she told me that I’m her “greatest find (but don’t tell anyone :)”. She made me cry. It felt so good to hear that I’m appreciated. I will go above and beyond wherever I work- I’ve found that I have a strong need to feel appreciated for it. I feel like I do a lot there and it was so nice to finally hear it. She told me that with the next store manager opening she is going to recommend me to Jen. She said it’s a double-edged sword because she wants me to succeed but doesn’t want to lose me. I agreed and told her that she’s the best partner I could ask for and that I truly enjoy working with her but wouldn’t want to leave. Just typing all this is making me tear up because it will be hard when we don’t work together. Gah, I always feel everything so deeply. It is a blessing as well as a curse. 

Part of my over-analyzing and becoming more self-aware has revealed many things to me off and on the past few years. I always struggled growing up and didn’t really know how to process my many emotions. Part of having such an emotional moon sign/Capricorn sun/whatever: I feel everything. Hell, I sometimes tear up when people tell me something tough they’re going through- I can feel their pain. 

I’ve also realized that I have the potential to use that passion for good or...bad. It’s not hard for me to be a bad bitch Scorpio moon. I’m trying so hard not to be. I’m trying to use it to make people happier, better, more motivated. Sometimes though, it just feels good to be the badass. I can tell people are intimidated by me and I don’t mind it...most days. Here’s the ego talking. *self eye roll*. It does feel good to not be scared of anyone really. I mean, if someone were to come barreling down on me with a shotgun, then duh, watch me run for the hills. But with most people, I can spot their intentions a mile away and know their personality within minutes of talking to them and I do like that about myself. 

I’m really happy with where I am right now. Love life is good. Work life is good. I do miss my family and wish I could see them more. Despite being mostly content, I am always analyzing everything. This world is crazy. Everyone is glues to their phones. Staring into screens. All day. I’m always looking into everything, researching conspiracies. Everything we were ever taught in school could have been a lie. They could tell us whatever they wanted to and we’d have no way of knowing if it was the actual truth or not. Maybe one day we will know. I try not to let it affect me too much. 

To update the friends: Kat and I text almost every day and we make an effort to keep the friendship going. I’m going up to visit her for her bday next month! Margo has a baby now and that’s all she really cares about. I’m happy for her, but we don’t talk anymore. It sometimes makes me sad, but we are different people now. I may reach out to her when I visit Kat though. We’ll see. Meg is too selfish and a liar and I haven’t spoken to her in what feels like a year. I don’t care about her anymore. Amy and I haven’t spoken in ages. We’re friends on social media, but that’s about it. It’s sad to lose close friends, but that’s life and growing up I guess. I recently re-read all my old journals from when I was an overly-emotional (What, even more so than now?! Ah, self-deprecation at its finest.) teenager and reading it felt like I was there again. It was so nostalgic. I wouldn’t have ever remembered half of it if I hadn’t written it down. It all seemed like such a big deal at the time. And it was. It’s nice to look back and see how far I’ve come. I think I’m getting better with age, like a fine wine, they say. 

Marlon reached out to me via text before the wedding last year. I didn’t have his number saved, but I could tell it was him from the way it was written and the area code. I was surprised he still had my number. He said something like “Am I allowed to say congrats on the engagement?” like he was unsure of what to say since I deleted him from social media a while ago and I’m sure he noticed and was maybe lightweight offended. He must have stalked me and saw my engagement pic. Anyway, I was just straight to the point and said “Thanks!” and left it at that. I think he may have said something else and I didn’t respond. I don’t humor those feelings anymore, especially when someone has aided in a past broken heart. I’ve learned to cut ties so I’m not left holding the broken pieces. Love, friendships, workplaces. If it’s not working, you gotta move on. 

That’s where I’m at these days. 

Anyway, I felt the need to write and update. Maybe see you soon. Maybe see you in another few years. 

[fivehole]

happy 20th birthday @edelmans 💖 love you lots

+ bonus

[anamorales]

Friday Faves

Hi hi! Happy Friday! What’s going on this weekend? We have Livi’s dance recital (can’t wait!) and I’m getting everything ready for Summer Shape Up. Buckle up, friends – it’s going to be a good one! It’s been an interesting week getting back into the swing of life, but so worth it. I still haven’t unpacked our suitcases and we’re still moving pretty slowly in the mornings. Lesson: I’ll never sign Livi up for an 8am camp again lol. 

I’ll have a full recap of our cruise up on Monday!!

(Checking out a stream after a salmon bake feast and s’mores over a campfire)

For now, it’s time for the weekly Friday Faves party. This is where I share some of my favorite finds from the week and around the web. I always love to hear about your faves, too, so please shout out something you’re lovin’ in the comments section.

Beauty + fashion:

Love this everyday pocket tank and obsessed with this dress.

Got this hat to wear to the pool! It rolls up and has sun protection. 1600 positive reviews don’t lie.

These sporty sandals are super cute!

Got to try the newest Beautycounter line for the first time this week and I’m so stoked for the launch! I can’t share a ton of details right now but will let you know as soon as I can. Hands down, it’s their best line and the night cream is bananas.

Read, watch, listen:

The Bachelorette. I felt like I missed the boat on this one because I missed the first episode, but Meg told me we need to catch up. I binged a couple of episodes last night and am so glad! I like Hannah B. even more now and can’t wait to see who she ends up picking. 

Create a little bit of bliss every day.

Thank you so much for all of your feedback on this week’s podcast episode! I’m so excited to be back and congrats to the winner of the re-launch giveaway: Liz! (comment #135) Be sure to check your email later this morning so I can get your prizes on the way.

Good eats:

Alaskan salmon! We brought back a few packs of smoked salmon from Ketchikan and I WISH we would have brought more. Customs would be like “Ma’am, why do you have an entire suitcase of smoked salmon?”

I only brought back three packs and that was a rookie move.

We had some said salmon last night on Caesar salads with parmesan and croutons and it was life.

Cheese boards are baaaaack. Our little cousins are here from Florida, so some of the fam came over for Wednesday night dinner. We sang “Happy Birthday” to Meg with cake since we missed her bday, and the Pilot grilled a feast of turkey burgers, beef burgers, and chicken thighs.

(+ all the burger fixins)

There was also a giant cheese board,

vegan artichoke dip, 

sweet potato fries and sweet potatoes. 

Excited to try these recipes:

Dark chocolate quinoa bars.

Vanilla cookie smoothie.

Thai chickpea burgers.

If you’re looking for a workout this weekend, try this Cardio Barre workout. It combines classic barre moves with cardio elements to get your heart rate up and break an awesome sweat.

Happy Friday, friends!

xo

Gina

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