#I HAVE BEEN HOLDING IN MY PEE FOR A GOOD FIVE HOURS BC I HAD NO TIME TO USE THE WC

[kirishwima]

im so stressed ive reached. the nirvana peak of anxiety. the its so omnipotent i do not feel it kinda anxiety.

[marlasomething]

(my) Mag a Day Special Feature: The "The Admiral” Protocol

Hello there!

Here is the thing: I am participating in the "a mag a day" idea by @a-mag-a-day which is BRILLIANT and I decided to do "statement a week", rolling dice with the characters and fears that were ftw that week in the episodes I have listened. But, then, I thought...what if I made some special features for when each season finishes? AND THAT IS WHAT I DID INDEED. Yeah, publishing after the whole thing...heheh. AND TODAY SUPERLATE SORRYYYYYY The format is similar: roll dices for characters, main Fear, etc. But they are all going to be different interpretations of who Sam and Alice might be and how they "enter in contact" with TMA's universe.

For season five I've got Celia  and The Admiral to be featured(ish) and "The Hunt" as "The Baddie". Also, the relationship between Sam and Alice is 'siblings'. We get a human Admiral bcs I just love the concept!

As usual, please do forgive my quick tipper and non-native speaker mistakes, Marla

Allons-y!

CW: police violence (and it gets real for a sec there), swearing, mentions of very bigotted attitudes, family loss

Also on AO3!

Working with your sibling can be hard. At least, that was the theory; but Sam thought otherwise.

Alice wasn’t their biological sibling. Actually, they had only met when she was five and, they, four. Sam’s parents had passed away after going to a concert by a band weirdly called Grifter’s Bone . Actually, what they had done was to kill each other when they had arrived home, while Sam hid inside a closet, where Adelard Dekker (Alice’s step-dad) had found them.

Alice didn’t know her biological parents, but she didn’t care. She was happy as the as-regular-as-possible raised offspring of a supernatural…hunter? No; not hunters. That had certain… bad connotations , as both of them had learned as years went by.

Now, following on their father’s steps, they were going to join The Magnus Protocol, a team investigating the remains of the once infamous (now completely gone) Magnus Institute.

Excitement didn’t begin to describe how both siblings felt, especially since they were also going to be working with Admiral, Alice’s best friend and Sam’s crush. He was the child of a pair of well-known academia supernatural-inclined researchers, that hadn’t been together for quite a while, but had remained friends.

Actually, if the higher-ups allowed it, they would be supervised by Admiral’s step-dad, Martin.

However, this would all won’t start happening until the moment they were allowed to leave the police station they were being detained for…

…accidentally elbowing a cop.

Sam couldn’t have just simply come up with that shit by himself. Apparently, the little offence had been too much for the man, who was currently retaining both siblings for it. Alice hadn’t even opened their mouth, but it had been enough for the man to decide she was a menace too. Sam secretly believed it was for how their sibling was much bigger than the copper himself, so he must have felt threatened and decided to be the bigger man in the most pathetic way possible.

Just as they were going to say something; the man they had harmed so very badly and another person twice his size called them.

It didn’t look good.

 Sam had to admit; it wasn’t the first time they had visited the alleyway behind that police precinct; they had once had to pee at very late night hours and found it the perfect place to do so (they would never regret it).

However, in that precise moment, with two armed men pushing both of them against a wall…

“Sam” Alice whispered, their voice trembling.

“What?” they replied, in an even lower tone.

“They are not holding guns”.

They looked better at them, just to realise their sibling was right: they weren’t in possession of any firearms. Their hands had just simple morphed into a darker colour (almost petrol-black), with a size far too bigger for the rest of their body…expect for their shoulders and teeth .

Their malformed bodies run towards them, as they screamed very human, very typical, a thousand times heard before, words of hate and prejudice. Alice, even if she was much bigger, dogged them without any issue, but Sam’s weak body didn’t react on time and felt as the impact of something that should have been a simple fist directly crushed his stomach.

“Motherfucker!” Sam wanted to yell that. Hell, Alice wanted to, for certain. Still, it was no other than his attacker, as he had been stabbed in the back with a corkscrew.

There was only one person in the entire universe that would do that.

“ADMIRAL!” both siblings yelled.

The young man smiled, his father’s dark-green eyes shining for a second with relief of seeing them in one piece (more or less), before they turned graver again as he moved towards their attackers, an analogue tape-recorder in his hand.

“I have recorded everything you have said in here and, trust me, if I drop this in a newspaper…Or, if it actually exists, in a precinct that really does the job they are meant to… There is no way I have modified it: you will be in thrown to the street in no time. Also, you are already on that god-awful app of TikTok; it had to serve for something good, I guess. Now, leave us, we are late for work and, please, don’t go away while yelling any slurs at me; I am a mixed non-white-at-all queer nerdy boy with a strange name and divorced parents, both currently in same-gender relationships: I have heard everything , a couple of literal monsters are not going to top any of it”.

As he finished talking, he took Sam’s hand (and their pulse accelerated for a moment) and the three of them rushed away.

“Thanks”.

“Yes, yes. Now, hurry, I am about to piss myself . Do you really think this old thingy works?!”

 Celia was quite comprehensive with their delay. Apparently, since the first time she had been in contact with The Magnus Protocol had been when she had been around seventeen, The Magnus Institute was still standing back then, and came in to give an statement about a ghost that had been haunting her house.

“It didn’t scare me, but I wanted my own money because I was going through a rebel phase and…yes, I came to a public institution with little to none founding in that moment and almost force them to give me money after, theoretically, coming in for their help…I cannot complain about other people’s first days…but…it won’t happen again, alright? I don’t care how famous your parents are in the spooky-verse”.

The three of them nodded, though Sam couldn’t stop thinking about those policemen, about how it felt as if their pre-existent monstrous soul had been used to feed upon by some… thing .

Somehow, he was certain this wasn’t the end of their relationship .

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for Friends to Lovers with Rodrick Heffley

Rodrick Heffley x reader

warnings: mentions of a bad home life

a/n: YALL I FUVKING DID IT AND IM TERRIFIED OF THE REPERCUSSIONS

prompt: y/n and rodrick have been friends for a long time, so long boundaries seem to be blurred

you’ve actually known rodrick since elementary school

it all started when he asked you to join his band

“i can play drums, you can play the tambourine because that’s the only other instrument i have! it’ll be wicked!”

your band lasted a week and only had one gig, it was for rodrick’s parents

who LOVED you by the way

they somehow permitted you to sleepover almost every other day, you practically lived at their house

FOR YEARS you did this

terrorizing lil greg

“what’s he gonna do, pee his diaper?”

“rodrick!!!”

always trick or treating together, exchanging candy when you got back go his house (or occasionally yours)

you guys didnt like hanging at your house, your parents were kind of....a lot to handle

starting middle school together, wreaking havoc on all the teachers

rodrick did it to impress you, according to mr. and mrs. heffley

but he’d give you a stupid little smirk from across the classroom after he got scolded so you believed them

whenever anyone gave you shit at school, rodrick wouldn’t hesitate to step in and show them who’s boss

“rodrick, you’re gonna get detention again!”

“yeah, well, i’m not gonna let them be mean to you”

you went to his house after school most days, sometimes you’d get there first while he was in detention

mrs. heffley had after school snacks

“y/n, why don’t you play some video games with greg while you wait for rodrick to get home?”

playing wii sports with greg, who cried when you won

you also had time to do homework while you waited, rodrick usually copied afterwards

when rodrick came home, he’d drag you to the garage to show you his drum skills

he hit himself in the head with his drumstick

“ooh, that’s gonna leave a mark”

next step was high school, which was a weird step up

but you guys had each other

you still spent most nights at the heffley residence, but you had to sleep on the couch instead of on the floor in the attic (aka rodricks lair)

“you two are growing up, so we think it’s best that you don’t sleep in the same room together, right?”

rodrick emptied one of his drawers for you to put your clothes in

but you still end up stealing his clothes half the time

“i wish i could be mad, but you wear all of my clothes better than me”

subconsciously doing couple-y things without realizing it

like rodrick would pull you closer to him when you two were together, put his arm around you, give you his jacket, etc

“are you guys serious? you’ve got to be dating!” -everyone

“rodrick, when are you and y/n going to get together?” -mr. and mrs. heffley

the answer was always the same: “we’re just friendssssss”

watching his band practice and cheering him on no matter what

you’re his guest vocals ☺️

when he got the van, it was a whole new world for you guys

you could go out wherever whenever

(with parent approval usually)

“wanna go ride around for a little while? hit a gas station and get a bunch of candy?”

“do you even have to ask?”

watching scary movies in his room

“platonic” cuddling in his bed

stuffing your face in the crook of his neck during scary scenes

“come on, y/n! it’s not that bad!”

him having to hold onto you for comfort so you’d keep watching with him

sometimes falling asleep together and his mom or dad coming to check on you later

“alright, time for bed! y/n, you get your usual couch...”

laughing your ass off at rodrick when he messes with greg

manny loves you, sometimes rodrick is jealous of the attention you give to his baby brother instead of him

rodrick scooping you up in his arms when you least expect it, never fails to make you scream

“hey there, hot stuff”

“you’re impossible!”

roller skating together, he held your hand the whole time bc he was worried you’d fall

his friends ENDLESSLY taunt him over your relationship

when he makes plans with others, he always says “let me ask y/n first” which just SENDS his friends oh my god

“dude, that’s your s/o!”

“no, they’re not! shut up!”

hating being apart a lot its so stressful

sometimes you’d have a pretty hard time at home and show up to his house at odd hours, but you were always welcome

you have your own key

“hey, what’s wrong?”

“my parents...they’re just the worst”

rodrick knows its bad when you start crying

he took you up to his room and played some music (quietly as not to wake the house)

you laid on top of him while he rubbed your back and told you that he was there for you

dozing off on him, as per usual

dude, the amount of pictures you have? astronomical

you playing his drums, the two of you going 🤘, an actual nice picture of you guys, him carrying you on his back, kiddos on your first day of school by year, you kissing his cheek “platonically”

comforting him when he was having his own hard times, whether it be an argument with his parents/greg, difficulties with musical inspiration, or anything else

“come here, you need a hug”

“i need several”

“you’ll get ‘em”

talent show! talent show! talent show!

you completely cussed out the rest of his band before they went on bc they had the audacity to replace him

but greg managed to save the day

“greg, my dude, give me a high five, that was awesome”

he wasn’t actually half bad but like, his mom kinda stole the show

more joyrides in the van

absolutely BLASTING the music in there while you and rodrick sat on the floor in the back and ate the taco bell you’d just picked up

“dude, you gotta try my potato griller, it’s a godsend”

“okay, but try this slushie, its so good. i mean, not as good as a 7-eleven slushie, but it’s up there”

finishing your food and laying in the van for another hour bc you just loved each other’s company

but after sitting together alone for so long, you felt like there was something left to do, what was it?

you and rodrick were moving around a bunch and ended up next to each other sitting against the wall of the van

you looked over at each other and hesitated before leaning in to kiss

and you guys kissed for a while

okay, so, you made out on the floor of his van with led zeppelin playing in the background

✨magical✨

it wasn’t awkward or anything, just long overdue

okay it was a little awkward actually

“well, that was” *clears throat* “that was cool or whatever”

“yeah...wanna do it again?”

“oh, for sure”

not like it was a surprise to anyone when you announced you were FINALLY dating

“wait, you guys just started dating? i thought you’d been together for like, at least 5 years” -mr. heffley

“this is great! obviously, we’ll need to set up some boundaries so that everyone is comfortable and safe, but yay for young love!” -mrs. heffley

“gross” -greg

mrs. heffley wrote a column in the newspaper about you titled “my teenage son’s fantastic significant other”

not much changed after you and rodrick got together, just kissing, “i love you’s” and more teasing from friends and school faculty

“we were all rooting for you two, actually!” -the teachers

summer vacation with him

it was always SWEET

going to the pool together, he’d usually lay out on the chairs with you but you were able to drag him into the pool a few times

“come onnnn, it’ll be funnnn”

“you’re lucky you’re cute”

hugs from behind!!! kisses on the top of ur head!!!!

PROM AH HAH HAH

seeing rodrick in a tux was too funny for you, you almost couldn’t stop laughing (especially at the eyeliner he insisted on wearing)

but he just couldn’t stop staring at you

“rodrick!”

“what?! you’re stunning!”

honestly, prom wasn’t all it was cracked up to be

you danced like maniacs for a few songs and ended up ditching early on

but you did end up renting a bunch of movies and getting tonssss of snacks and changing into pajamas as soon as you got to his house

im talking popcorn, candy bars, ice cream, cans of pop, chips, chicken nuggets and so on

and also passing out on each other

“i think i love you a little more, i didn’t know that was possible”

“i have that effect on people”

he makes u breakfast before his mom gets the chance though

“pancakes? for me?”

“i put chocolate chips in them too, you’re gonna love them”

(they were a lil bit burned, still good tho)

you guys really did just spot on get each other

okay but i know you also roast each other sometimes so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

relationship goals, honestly

fresh outta ideas 🤠 goodnight

[levi-lover]

New Light Part: 1

College Levi x Reader(Modern AU)

W/C: 2.5

T/W: Pretentious Hipster Levi lol 

A/N: Levi is a moody English major who spends his free time reading at the local cafe and yes, I think that is sexy as hell. This is a slowburn piece kinda  inspired by the Hulu show Normal People! I love that show but I could never watch it again bc it breaks my heart too much lol. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! (Part Two will be up soon! & this picture is from Pinterest)

I’ve put all the parts in one list here:  New Light Masterlist

“I just don’t get it.” You huffed and leaned back into your chair. 

“Don’t worry, this stuff takes time to learn!” Hange looked at you earnestly.

The two of you had been studying at Maria’s Coffee for a few hours. Your genetics midterm was in a few days and you were completely lost. You met Hange on your first week, you anxiously walked into the lecture hall thinking this would be an easy pass to fulfill your science credit. Oh boy, were you wrong. Immediately, you were thrown into the depths of mitosis and chromosomes. The only good thing that came out of it was your new friendship with Hange. On your first day, Hange complimented your sweater and asked if they could sit with you. Hange was a genetics major so this class was easy, hell, it was fun for them. They offered to tutor you so you bought them coffee during your study sessions in return.

“Yeah, you’re right but still,” You said in between sips of your coffee. “How do you like this stuff?” 

“Oh, it’s fascinating to me, it’s crazy how we’re made up of tiny cells and in those cells is our human history but we can’t even see it. It’s like the world’s smallest yet most important puzzle.” Hange’s eyes lit up as they continued speaking. 

You listened and continued to drink your coffee. It was late but the cafe was still busy with college students hurrying to type their papers and study for tests. The lamps left soft yellow shadows on the cream colored walls. The cafe was homey and it felt like it was a cottage pulled straight out of a forest. From the back of the cafe, you could see the entrance. It was raining and people ran across the sidewalk with their jackets over their heads. You laughed through your nose.

“Hey! Are you listening?” Hange questioned. 

“What? Of course, I am. Science is the answer to everything, right?” You quipped. 

Hange rolled their eyes and went back to their textbook. You kept your eyes on the front door. It had been a few days since you had seen your coffee shop friend. The word friend was a loose term for your relationship with the dark-haired boy. Your relationship started one day when you were sitting in the spot you are now, it was late, close to 1 am and after downing two cups of coffee you needed to pee. Across from you was a small man holding a used copy of Slaughterhouse Five, he was dressed in all black and was munching on a muffin. You asked him to watch your stuff, he nodded and pushed his hair away from his gray eyes. From that point on, you developed a friendship founded on your mutual respect for privacy yet concern over each other’s well-being. It became an unspoken rule that this was the only place you would meet. Your attention returned to your work, if he wasn’t going to show up then whatever, he was just another stranger. 

“Hange, I think I’m gonna call it a night.”

“What?! Why?! We haven’t even gotten to the good part, wait until you hear about what happens to the amino acids during replication.” The same familiar look of excitement washed over Hange’s face. 

“Look as exciting as it all sounds, I’m gonna have to pass.” You began to gather your things when the front door opened. You looked up and saw the dark-haired boy. He looked as pretty as always with a beige tote bag draped across his shoulder, droplets of rain hung onto his dark strands. Next to him stood a tall, handsome blonde man who was looking around the cafe. His eyes stopped when he reached your table and he lifted a hand and waved at you. You looked at him confused. 

“LEVIIII!! ERWIIIN!!” Hange yelled and waved their arms. People looked up at them with annoyance. 

“Wait, you know them?” You asked.

“Who, those idiots? Yeah. I forgot to tell you I invited them to study with us. Levi promised to help me write a paper,” Hange said nonchalantly. “Shit! I should have asked you if that’s okay. Is it?” 

You looked down and felt your face redden, “no worries, it’s not a problem.” 

“I’ll introduce you to them, they’re buttheads but they don’t bite.”

You sat back down and looked at your notebook as the dark-haired boy and the tall blonde walked towards you. A bundle of nerves planted themselves in your stomach but you couldn’t understand why. You’ve known this man for a couple of months now, slowly building a friendship at your own pace. It was nice to have control over something in your life for once but life always has a different plan for you; it was time to properly meet the dark-haired boy. All rules are eventually broken.

You ruffled the papers in front of you and took another sip of your drink but it was empty. Shit, you thought. The two men were standing in front of you and Hange at this point. The dark-haired boy looked at you, his brows furrowed.

“Hey, you’re House Coffee,” he said in a monotonous tone.

The blonde man and Hange looked at him confused, “wait, you know her?” Hange asked.

You shook your head, “nope.”

The dark-haired boy looked at you confused.

“Well, kinda, actually,” You muttered.

“Huh, that’s cool!” Hange announced. “Levi’s a little bitch but you probably already knew that.”

“Shut up, Four Eyes,” Levi retorted.

The blonde man laughed, “my name is Erwin. I’m a Political Science and History double major.” He gave you a dashing smile and lifted his hand.

Levi rolled his eyes, “humble much?”

Erwin gave him a glare before returning his clear blue eyes to you. You chuckled and raised your hand to his. It was a firm handshake.

“My name is (Y/N), it’s very nice to meet you, Erwin. And it’s Levi, right?” Your head turned to the dark-haired boy and he blushed slightly. Hange and Erwin exchanged a look.

Hange raised their hands slightly and asked, “I’m confused.”

“When aren’t you.” Levi remarked.  

“Oh, shut it you. I thought you two already knew each other.”

You placed your hands around the empty mug, hoping it would stabilize your nerves. “Know might be a strong word, I guess we’ve seen each other here before?“ You shrugged and looked at Levi.

He nodded, “I agree, we sometimes look after each other’s stuff and talk about books.”

“Good to know. I’m glad Levi has someone else to talk to,” Erwin declared.

They pulled out two chairs and placed them around the table. Erwin pulled out his laptop and his binders, everything was color-coordinated down to the tabs and pens. Levi pulled out a yellow notepad and a beat up copy of On the Road and single black pen. He tried his best to act natural but was unsure how to act around you and his friends. He wasn’t prepared for his two worlds to crash, it wasn’t that he was ashamed to know you. He enjoyed your company but it was something that was special to him. He didn’t want to share those precious late night hours with anyone else but you.

“I’m going to go buy a tea, (Y/N) do you want anything?” Erwin said pointing at your empty cup.

“Uh no-” You were about to say before Levi interrupted you.

“12 oz house coffee, splash of soy,” He stated.

Hange raised their eyebrows, in all their years of friendship he had never bothered to learn their coffee order. Erwin was equally as surprised. You stared at Levi, unsure what to say.

“Alright, you got it,” Erwin said before grabbing your empty mug.

Levi and Erwin got up and walked to the front counter. Hange grabbed your arm and you looked at them surprised.

“How long have you known Levi?” They whispered.

“Uh, like I said, ‘know’ is a strong word but a couple of months. We just sit near each other and sometimes talk. It’s not a big deal.”

“I can’t believe Levi didn’t tell me he knew you,” Hange said in disbelief.

“Did you tell him about me?” You retorted

“No but still. If I knew my two friends knew each other, I would have set this study party together a long ass time ago.”

You shrugged and went back to looking at your notes. By this time, Levi and Erwin were walking back to the table. Erwin was holding a mug of tea and your coffee, Levi was holding a mug of tea in one hand and an apple muffin in another. Erwin handed you your coffee and you thanked him. He sat in front of you and Levi opposite of him. Erwin cleared his throat and asked, “how do you guys know each other?”

“We met in genetics class,” You responded.

“You’re a science major, too?”Erwin asked.

“No, I’m a humanities major but I still need my science requirement so I’m taking this class and majorly regretting it.”

“Hey, it’s not all bad. We’re friends now,” Hange nugged their elbow at you, you gave them a smile and nodded.

“What a reward,” Levi muttered.

You held back a laugh which made Levi smile, he hid it behind his book.

“How do the three of you know each other?” You pointed to the trio.

Hange shot up from their text book and exclaimed,“oh, (Y/N) you’re going to love this so it all started four years ago…”

It was their freshman year, Levi’s uncle had just dropped him off at the dorms and left him alone to unpack. Levi didn’t have much except for a suitcase of clothes, a bed sheet set and a small box of books. He started to put his clothes away in the drawers when the door opened and a lean, tall blonde boy and his father walked in, pulling a cart of the boy’s belongings.

“Hi, you must be my roommate. My name is Erwin,” he stood at the doorway awkwardly waving at Levi.

“Levi.”

“Hello, I’m Erwin’s dad, nice to meet you.”

Levi gave him a small smile and continued to organize his side of the room, it took about fifteen minutes in total. After Erwin’s dad left, Levi and Erwin sat on their respectives beds in silence. It took them awhile but eventually they bonded over their mutual love of Russian poetry. Over the next few weeks, they built a symbiotic relationship filled with chore charts and late night study hangs. Levi genuinely enjoyed Erwin’s presence, he was his first friend outside of his hometown. Erwin felt the same way too. He never had a huge opportunity to meet people since he was homeschooled until his final two years of high school. They had found a companion in each other.

The week before Thanksgiving break, Erwin convinced Levi to host a small gathering in their dorm. Levi hesitantly agreed and Erwin managed to get his hands on a weed brownie. They invited a few of their floormates and shared the goods and drank a single Mike’s Hard Lemonade that Hange brought. They sat on the concrete floor and waited for the weed to hit after thirty minutes, no one was high. One of their floormates, Zeke, took a whiff of the brownie and laughed.

“Erwin, this is a fucking regular brownie,” he glanced at Erwin who was tenderly sipping out of the bottle. Zeke’s roommate, Porco laughed.

“No, it can’t be,” Erwin responded. Hange looked around nervously and Levi glared at Zeke.

“Ha, whatever. This kickback is lame anyways. Let’s go,” Zeke and the others left.

Hange, Erwin, and Levi stayed in silence for a few minutes until Hange spoke, “I thought it was a good brownie.”

Erwin gave them a half-hearted smile and looked down at the bottle. Levi sighed and walked to his closet.

“Now that those fucktards are gone, let’s have a real party,” Levi said as he pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniel’s.

Erwin looked at Levi, shocked. “How long have you had that?”

“My uncle gave it to me when he dropped me off. As a going away present.” Levi shrugged it off.

The rest of the night was spent taking shots of whiskey and playing cards games, it was the first night of many.

“Wait, really? Erwin you bought a dud brownie.” You held your side as you laughed.

Erwin looked sheepishly at his drink. Levi had a smirk on his face.

“Yeah! Looking back at it now, it’s the funniest thing ever. But those other guys were jerks. I don’t remember their names now or anything but I hope they’re living horrible lives,” Hange proclaimed.

“I believe it and I hope so too.” You wiped a tear from your face and felt Levi’s gaze on you.

Levi had never seen you laugh that hard, he liked this side of you. He went back to notating his book but he couldn’t deny the feeling of warmth in his chest. The four of you remained in comfortable silence for a while. The coffee shop began to slow down as the clock ticked further into the night.

“This has been a lot of fun but I think I’m going to call it,” Erwin’s deep voice broke the silence of the table.

The three of you nodded in agreement and began to pack your bags. You watched Levi’s slender fingers gently put his belongings into his tote bag. His dark hair was getting long, it brushed against his cheek as he moved his body. You looked away quickly, you knew nothing could happen between the two of you but watching him interact with his friends casted a new light on him. Levi, what a name, you thought. For the past couple months, he was your secret friend, someone you could talk to without feeling judged because he was so removed from your everyday life but now, it was different. You both shared a mutual connection and of course, you shared the countless hours spent in this cafe.

The four of you made casual conversation as you exited the cafe. The cold air whipped your face and you tugged your scarf tighter around your neck.

“Hey, do you need a ride? I’m parked a block away,” Erwin asked you.

“Don’t worry, hot stuff. I’ll walk her home.” Hange winked at Erwin, Levi rolled his eyes.

“I live a few blocks away but thank you. It was really nice to meet you Erwin and Levi it’s nice to finally know your name.”

Levi looked down at the ground and a pink glow appeared on his face, “yeah, this was nice.”

You watched them turn around and walk in the opposite direction for a moment before turning to Hange. The air was cool and the clouds had parted, leaving open an endless sky peaking through the buildings and the trees. It had become a ritual for the two of you to walk home after study sessions since you lived a few blocks away from each other. Hange made casual conversation on your walk home but you hardly paid attention. You kept on thinking about Levi and wishing you never learned his name.

[i8jisoo]

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒 ⇉ skz with pregnant!reader 

changbin x reader | part three of dad!skz

↬ genre; fluff & angst for a lil bit woo

↬ warnings; talk of perinatal depression, cursing, n labor 

↬ notes; changbin babi 🥺  ALSO ITS CHANGBIN DAY WOOO ITS MY BABYS BDAYYYYY SO I HAD TO POST THIS |

u two had just freshly started an official, public relationship

ofc changbin was freaking out while he was chilling in the bathtub behind the curtain so u could pee on the test already

u two were looking at the line coming in, praying that there would be only o n e 😳

slowly the other line comes in, dark blue n clear alongside the other one

“holy fuck—“

“what do we do?” you asked, your voice wavering while setting the test back down

his hands cupped your face, giving u a soft kiss n hugging you

“we got this, we’re having a baby, baby!” he started to joke and yall burst out laughing while crying in the bathroom

the first few months were amazing

ur lil bump sprouted out n u two were so happy about it

changbin is just so attentive and excited about this pregnancy and his first born

u really couldn’t have been better with ur lil family that was starting to become realer with each day

u two r such bullies yall r like

“what happened? ur a softie now binnie!!”

n he’d say shit like, “well at least i don’t pee every hour on the clock!!”

he makes u cry one time n u use that against him everytime u want something bc he feels guilty >:)

cute lil things like asking the baby what they want to eat or talking to it before the bed

(changbin reads the baby goodnight moon one time and ur just so in love like wow 🥺)

he secretly talks to the baby when you sleep every night because hes waiting for when ur little bean will reply back with a kick or a hand

he is W H I P P E D for u n ur baby bump

nursery is already done at five months

he needs all of the boys to come over though to help him figure out the instructions 😳 these are co nfusi ngg

they notice how smiley n giggly he is when he talks about u two and looking at the finished crib hes just so proud

yall r so happy and content with ur baby that was an accident, but u guys are so happy this happened

but something changes within u

changbin notices your lack of interest in the pregnancy during ur sixth month

ur sleeping pattern was off n u would sleep for hours during the day and night

u were very irritable, not wanting changbin to cuddle with u or kiss u like he did everytime he came back from practice :(

u were always unhappy and always so moody, he just wanted u to be happy 🥺

he is so confused and worried ab u, some days ur not eating or some days u don’t even wake up in the mornings like u used to

sometimes— just sometimes he’d come back home to find u in the same spot, asleep

he’s so fucking scared when ur around seven months that he can’t hold it in anymore

“are—are you okay?” he questions u from the doorway, making u stop to look at him in the mirror

ur eyes were cold, setting down the towel u were drying ur hair with and leaving him by himself while heading into ur bedroom

“don’t you dare fucking walk away from me.”

ur s h oo k

he was really nice during the pregnancy everyday, super bubbly and kind so u were shocked to hear his upset tone

“i can and i will, i’ll just go sleep in another fuckin room.” u mumbled, changbin grabbing ur hands and turning u around to face him

u struggle for a bit while ur arguing with him and telling him to let go so u could go to sleep

“stop! i am your boyfriend, i am the only one who is going to care for you like this. i am the only one who is dying, seeing you like this. do you understand? we’ve been through seven months of this together, it was fine for awhile and now you’re fucking turning me away?”

hes shouting at this point, hes just so pissed after three months of not having answers and your attitudes and arguments, he cannot handle it

u start crying

hes quick to hold you, pulling u down to the bed so u don’t have to stand on ur tired feet anymore

“i don’t know what’s wrong with me.” 🥺🥺🥺

he insists u two will find out n u both will get thru this rough patch together

perinatal depression, they diagnosed u

changbin is so upset when he hears the doctors tell u

everything is making sense to him and he’s just so heartbroken he didn’t put two and two together earlier

he takes time off for the time being to make sure ur taking care of urself

hes watching u like a hawk but trying not to make it evident

the first time u ask him for a kiss, he gives u dozens

he hadn't been asked for kisses in so long he was so relieved 🥺

he’s constantly telling u how beautiful u r and talking to ur bump about how they have the best genes and their uncles

this man is a father already it seems

he is ur #1 face mask partner cause he buys the cute ones only because u deserve the cute ones that r ur favorite ◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜

cooking together is something that happens, not often but every once in awhile he will let u do small things

cut up some lettuce? sure! pour in the soup broth? of course u can! taste test his food? always.

he wants to make sure ur comfortable with him touching u or kissing u or what hes saying

“i love you.” he’s mumbling, quickly placing a kiss against the fabric of one of his own shirts that was worn by u and fit u like a dress still

he then goes up to ur cheek n presses a kiss to it, ur hand cupping his jaw and letting him kiss ur lips >.<

also u guys let out a quiet talk of pregnancy to the public, letting jyp release a notice on changbin’s absence from live-streams and posts with the boys

u two received a lot of positive feedback which changbin let u read the positive ones n loved when u smiled at each one

u were overdue by a week which was the worst, ur back hurt and u had migraines

u also were put on bed-rest for the next week before u could be inducted

u guys waited out the week and u got scheduled for an induction

the labor was really slow which sucked because u just wanted to hold ur baby already :(

rly intimate moments like chan just holding u n rocking u like a baby

u guys are given this position to move the baby down, your knees on the ground so u could kneel against the bed and changbin would hold ur hips n rock them

he just feels so bad he can’t do anything to help u with the pain 🥺

yall kinda vibing with the hospital food (idk bout yall but some food from hospitals smack chile)

“i just want to go home.” :(

u bet ur ass he scoots into ur hospital bed, holding ur hands n u just cry into his shoulder

he feels like his heart is being torn to pieces when he listens to u cry out of pain

his free hands holds your jaw, making u look up at him

“we’re almost done baby, okay? i know it hurts, if i could i would take your pain in a heartbeat. you are incredibly strong and i’m so proud of you. you just need to hang in here for a few more hours, yeah? you think you can do that?”

u give him the weakest smile ever but its better than nothing

u reach 10cm!!!

now the part that wasn’t fun was the pushing :/

u were hurting, u were tired, and u had been promised almost seven times that all u need was one more push but no matter what, it seemed like the baby wasnt budging

“the cord is wrapped around the neck, we need you to stop pushing. okay?”

ur too tired and stopping the pushing sounded good so u did as they said but when they told u they needed to actually reach in and unwrap it ur blood ran cold

u both were worried about how much u could take

u screamed, god it hurt and it felt like hours of them twisting but it was a mere minute

the labor progressed n there it was

“a girl!”

u two are like faucets or waterfalls

shes literally the perfect mixture of u both 🥺

he washed her hair n helped wrap her up in a blanket, giving her over to u for the first time

u both were just in love with her, she was absolutely perfect

he’s obsessed with her, taking in that baby scent, the scent of the light baby shampoo and the bit of baby powder that lingered throughout her onesie

her hair wooooww its so soft n fluffy

her little baby pout and her puffy cheeks

i can see him calling her bunny for awhile as a childhood nickname

he’ll just be like

“oh that’s my bunny!!”

weird look from u but ur heart melts while he bounces her in his arms n gives her some kissies and running his fingers thru her hair

he’s also rly soft, i don’t see him singing but i see him definitely whispering to her about how she’s gonna grow up and have the best life because thats his little girl

“ur gonna have eight uncles, they are crazy but it’s okay. u definitely lucked out on fathers though, i’m pretty good at lullaby's. u did get great genes too, u have a handsome daddy and a gorgeous mommy. we worked really hard on making u, please don’t hurt ur cute little face. u also have a storm coming, there’s a thing called stays, they are gonna adore you, i promise.”

omgomgomgomg jejejejeje im blushing at the thought of this i just adore dad changbin 

u guys may or may not be planning for another but it definitely would happen in a few years

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[slashiest-slasher]

michael, jason, billy lenz, brahms, and thomas hewitt with a s/o who's deceptively strong? like they go to manhandle them one day, or maybe there's a fight/argument and s/o just goes "lmao nope" and pick them or someone else up like a bratty cat????

this is such a fucking mood my dude. i do this to my friends all the time when they're being lil shits and standing in my way on purpose. just boop! pick 'em up and plop 'em down somewhere else | ￣︶￣|o but i'm a big ol' soft boy so is surprises them every single time

‘nother read more bc i physically cannot stop myself from writing hella lot. warnings for nsfw-ish bits with billy lenz and brahms

Michael Myers

- You must've done something to royally piss Michael off, because he has been trying to stab you all day. And normally, you would brush it off as him trying to spook you, but he had gotten a slash in on your thigh that stings like a fucking bitch.

- Okay Michael, you want to dance, then let's dance.

- The next time you see him he's coming at you with his knife, you're prepared. He doesn't expect you to tackle him around the middle, and hoist him over your shoulder like he was nothing but a sack of potatoes. It startles him enough that he drops his knife.

- And he doesn't expect to not be able to squirm out of the grasp you have on his wrists after you dump him on the couch and crawl on top of him.

- You had looked to weak, so pathetic. That was part of the reason Michael spared you in the first place. But now the tables have turned, and while Michael never really like relinquishing his power, to anyone he lets it go just this once. And whatever reason he thought of that made him want to kill you is forgotten.

- But you forget that Michael is stealthy, and thinks he's just as strong as as you are. So he can and will sneak up on you and pick you up. But you easily overpower him. You think he would learn from the first time, but Michael is determined to get one over you.

- The only time he finally, finally learns that you're stronger than him is when you hold him down and tie him to the bed, and have your wicked way with him. It might not entirely be a bad thing for you to be stronger than him.

- But that still doesn't change the fact that Michael thinks he's stronger than you.

Jason Voorhees

- Okay so, you could understand why Jason always wanted to kill the people that trespassed onto Camp Crystal Lake. It was his camp, and campers had killed his mother (even though it was out of self defense). And a lot of the people that came here were, frankly douchebags. But c'mon Jason, these are just some friends that want to go on a camping trip!

- And he outright ignores you, and locks you in your cabin, as if that's going to stop you. You get to the campers before him, because while he may know the lay of the land better, you are overall lighter and faster than him. All it takes is a warning of a serial killer on the loose and flashing a fake police badge for them to pack up and leave, heading to a motel you recommended.

- And Jason is /not/ happy. If he could yell, he would, but instead he grumbles and groans as loudly as he can and stamps his foot. Angry enough, it seems, to try and pick you up and wrangle you back to the cabin. But oh, ho, ho Jason! You're not in the mood for playing around!

- Jason is yet another victim of being effortlessly thrown over your shoulder, and he has no clue what's going on when it happens, until you're halfway back to the cabin. Even then, he's unable to squirm out of that iron clad grasp of yours until you let him go in the cabin, and decide that you're spending the night in town if Jason's going to be in a mood.

- He is absolutely flabbergasted, so shocked that he can't function until you're long gone.

- But you're so tiny. He was almost touching the ground even despite you carrying him. And even though he should feel indigated at the whole experience, it reminded him too much of his mother. Yes, Jason was always a well behaved boy, but there were occasions where he acted up and Pamela had to carry him to his room for a timeout.

- And Pamela recalls this fondly, and says that you're going to be such a good parent if the two of you ever got around to having kids together, even though Jason's pretty sure he can't even have kids with someone, let alone with you.

- Oh well, a mother can dream.

Billy Lenz

- Of course you know Billy's hiding up in the attic of the sorority, but it's not like you're going to spill the beans and tell anyone. Technically, you weren't supposed to be here either, but the girls were letting you crash here during the fallout of some dorm drama. There was an empty room they could never decide on someone to stay there, so it was all yours.

- And Billy loved breaking into your room in the middle of the night. Barb might've had a tongue on her, but you were the one ballsy enough to tell Billy "not to threaten you with a good time" and "put his money where his mouth is if he's man enough". And as far as the girls of the house knew, you had a secret boyfriend who you would have a go at in the middle of the night. Yeah, the people who couldn't sleep through it weren't happy about the noise, but no one suspected it was Billy who was making you moan like that.

- And you had told Billy to knock it off for the night, because everyone was drinking, and everyone was passed out in the living room. And even though they sleeping solidly, Billy knew how loud you got when he slipped his hand in your pants and played with you, let alone his mouth. He was crouching between your legs, trying to shimmy your trousers off, and licking his lips as his mouth watered, so you knew exactly how this was going to go.

- Phyl was starting to shift and groan, so there was no time to waste. Pulling your pants back up and buttoning them as quickly as you could, you tossed Billy over your shoulder in a fireman's carry and sprinted up the stairs, and crawled up into the attic without so much as batting an eye.

- Billy however, oh dear Billy was so shocked that until you dumped him down on the mattress in the attic he slept on. As soon as he was set down, he jumped at you, mouthing at your neck and pulling you down onto the mattress with him, begging you to "Play with naughty Billy again, play with Billy until you make him scream.".

- Sufficed, Billy is very, very excited, and wholeheartedly supports any shows of excessive strength when it comes to him. He may initially have loved holding power over you, and don't get him wrong, he still does, but the way you can pick him up and treat him like a doll really gets him going.

Brahms Heelshire

- Bratty, baby Brahms is a mad cuddle fiend. In any regard, in any way you'll let him. Big spoon, little spoon, forking, laying against each other, hugs, Brahms will take anything you give him, even if it's just holding hands.

- And he knows you love them just as much as he does, and he does use this against you all the time.

- No, no, we don't need to eat breakfast just yet, we can lay in bed a few more hours.

- Fine, you can go pee, but Brahms will hold your hand the entire time (because he knows you'll let him).

- But this was it, this was the final straw. Brahms was sitting in your lap, facing you, arms wound around your neck and snuggled quite happily against the side of your face while you tried to read a book over his shoulder.

- But by God, Brahms reeked. You know baths weren't his favorite, but he had been running through the walls for days while something in the house was being fixed by a construction crew. His entire body reeked from sweat, his hair was greasy, and he certainly hadn't changed his clothes the entire time. You liked when Brahms had a musk about him, but this was too much for you.

- It was a back and forth for the past hour of trying to get Brahms to get up and bathe. You would tell Brahms he was a stinky boy, and he would say five more minutes. Enough was enough. When you grab Brahms' ass, at first he finally thinks you've caved to have fun times with him, but when you stand up and keep him held up by those hands, he wraps himself around you in an effort not to be dropped.

- Even though he has probably been though longer falls than this would be, he begs you to please put him down, but you do not waver. Regardless of how spooked he is, he is also incredibly turned on, knowing that you could take him up against a wall whenever you wanted, or even *gasp* carry him around like the baby he is!

- You can appreciate him shutting up, but in retrospect, him rutting against you and letting out those deep whines might be harder to deal with. Especially when tries pulling you closer by digging his heels into the small of your back. Another adventure for another day, you think, when you dump him into the shower and crank the cold water on full blast, clothes and all.

- Brahms isn't exactly happy about that, but it's a non-issue for you to strip and pin him down in the tub to fling his sopping clothes off and scrub him down with a loofah and wash his hair.

- When Brahms is finally clean, and sitting on his bed in a towel, he carefully plots his revenge. And oh, he will get his revenge. He just needs to figure out how to work around your freakish strength first.

Thomas Hewitt

- So you don't know what entirely is up with the Hewitt's yet, but you know it's something pretty bad is everyone else avoids them, or refuses to talk about them. But you had moved into town with your family quite a bit ago, and you had eyes for their son Thomas.

- You didn't know what the fuss was about when you popped into their gas station and asked his uncle (brother?), Charlie, for proper permission to take him out for a date. After all, it was the only polite thing to do, since you rarely saw Thomas out and about without one of his family members after he stopped showing up to the new school.

- If Luda Mae hadn't stopped him, you would've had your head blown clean off. Luda Mae let you down kinder, saying she was real happy someone had eyes for Thomas, but you were an outsider and had no place in their family.

- Oh well, like that was going to stop you. This boy made your heart thump, and you weren't about to give up because he has some nasties in his family. Hell, your family wasn't the happiest about your choice in crush, but you were determined.

- His sister (aunt, cousin? you didn't really know what was up with his family) Henrietta was kinder, and agreed to be your little liaison, delivering flowers and letters to him on her behalf. And you didn't know about it, but she had been working Luda Mae to let you two out for a date.

- Charlie, oh boy, was he pissed when you showed up on the property to take Thomas out on a picnic date. No matter how much Luda Mae yelled at him to leave you the hell alone, he was still fixing on shooting you clean in the head. Cocky son of a bitch sure didn't expect you pick him up and set him down on the couch, before scooping up Thomas and walking out of the house with him.

- You weren't much to look at, so Charlie was thrown for a loop when you put him in his place, and was down right shocked like you picked Thomas up bridal style like it was nothing, and strolled out to your pick-up truck.

- Thomas is just as surprised, though goes willingly. You had seemed so sweet and kind and soft, he knew you wouldn't mesh well with the Hewitt lifestyle. But you made him so happy that he wanted to throw all caution to the wind. He's delighted to know that you could hold your own against his family.

- Everyone, even himself, expects him to be one big, mean, bastard, but after confirming with an arm wrestling match that you're much, much stronger than him, he lets his guard down. He can be scared, and confused, and not expect a backhand or called an animal or a retard. I mean, you call him a stud, but even he knows that's meant as a compliment.

- He gets so bubbly and happy when you pick him up and carry him around, especially when you do it without him asking. It makes him feel like a kid again. It also puts you two on even footing for once, so he can kiss you and bump his face (which you don't mind? it boggles his mind) against yours.

- And it's always a good day for everyone when you put Charlie in his place, and he shuts the hell up for once. Despite his intense dislike for you, everyone else in the family adores you and welcomes you with open arms. There's not many people that Thomas without exception or hesitation, and they're always welcome members of the Hewitt household.

[iraprince]

I’m currently going through that particular hell between medications, the point where my problems are more or less untreated because the dose I’m on is extremely low and only taken every other day. I have to survive another week like this before I can begin the new meds, but it’s getting harder and harder to move. Literally, I laid in bed for six hours after waking up today. I couldn’t even make myself care how thirsty I was. Any advice for surviving the next week before I start new meds?

oh, meds is hard. i’m not on anything rn but i remember when i tried various stuff the like, just the entire process of trial and error and not knowing if stuff was going to work and the whole business was Big Hell. it’s hard bc any advice i can think of is definitely stuff that like... works, sometimes, but i can also think of plenty of times when it didn’t work, when i was just laying in bed thinking “you HAVE to get up. you HAVE to get up” and just... nothing happened in response.

but ok. let me try to break this down. one: the fact that you have to pee is your friend. EVENTUALLY you will have to pee. and sometimes when i am at absolute rock bottom that’s a godsend bc once i FINALLY get up to pee, which is the only thing that can get me out of bed when things are bad, i go “OKAY! YOU’RE NOT ALLOWED TO GET BACK IN BED NOW THAT YOU’RE UP!”

and now you’re up. and god knows if you’re gonna do anything else, but you’re in better shape than if you had crawled back into bed. it has been rly important for me, knowing my tendencies, to get really tough on myself about “no, you’re not gonna go ‘lay down for a second,’ if we do that you’re just gonna get back in bed and then be there doing nothing until 10pm and then you’ll feel like shit about yourself. so just stay out of bed, period”

something that has helped me sometimes is getting another person to hold me accountable. i’ve literally messaged friends before and been like “ok. im in bed and i cant get up. i am telling you right now that in five minutes i have to send you a picture of my kitchen to prove that i got up.” and it’s so weird but sometimes that like, little sense of obligation, that little “okay now i’ve roped somebody else into it,” has been enough of a nudge. i can’t really keep a promise to myself but i can feel kind of weird and embarrassed if i tell someone i’m gonna do something and then i don’t do it

also: be chill with yourself. like i’m not saying just resign yourself to having a shitty week but. if nothing works, if breaking things down into the TINIEST steps (sit up. take the blankets off. stand out of bed. walk to your door. walk downstairs. etc) doesn’t work, if none of this advice helps and you still spend the week in bed not doing anything -- that is not the end of the world. obviously it’s not what we want, bc u deserve better than that. u deserve to have a week where u get up every day, and u eat some good meals, and u do a few things you enjoy every day. but if shit is really, truly not panning out and you can’t make yourself do it, that’s one shitty week out of your life, and it’s ok. you have to Try but if it doesn’t work out, beating yourself up about it doesn’t make things any better. so be kind to yourself and acknowledge that what you’re dealing w right now just kind of fucking blows, and it’s already a big deal that you’re asking for help and trying to find ways to fix it

[piss-hands-blog]

heyheyHEY u got that tasty,,, SHIGADABI PLANE OMO YOU PROMISED US-- Okay real talk tho. I love your work so much.? Like sure your fics are short but!! Thats fine bc i love them anyway. Please take my uwus

Aaaah thank chu anon

Here it is!

((Shigadabi omo! Pining and getting together, as well as the classic omorashi.

Omorashi = pants wetting, don’t like? Don’t read.

Fic is below the cut~

Please give constructive criticism! Thank you!))

“Are you all ready to leave?” Kurogiri calls out, waiting at the front door with all of the League’s luggage. All For One, being the odd person he is, had sent the five top members of the League Of Villains - Dabi, Shigaraki, Kurogiri, Toga And Twice - on a vacation for a bonding exercise. None of them had ever been overseas before, being in an illegal organisation and all, so they were looking forward to it. The only thing they weren’t looking forward to was the aeroplane ride there, which would take 8 and a half hours in total. Being stuck in a flying tube of metal all day wasn’t exactly anybody’s idea of fun, after all.

“Yeah, yeah, let’s just get outta here,” Dabi grumbles, followed by a cheery shout of “We’re coming, Giri!” From Toga. Shigaraki waits beside Kurogiri, tapping his foot anxiously.

“C’mon, you idiots, we’re gonna miss our flight,” Shigaraki groans.

“Calm your tits, Shiggy. They’re coming.” Dabi laughs, patting Shigaraki on the back. He smirks as the blue haired man glares at him, but looks away quickly when their eyes connect. 

Suddenly, Twice comes tumbling down the stairs, screaming.“Yes! We are on our way! Also!” His voice switches. “We won’t be out the door in the next five minutes. Oh, and we’ll totally miss our flight.” Twice stands up and skips out the door, with the rest of the league closely following, Kurogiri carrying their luggage. 

The car ride was short, and with minimal banter, as was booking in and entering the plane. Now for the hard part - 8 or so hours of hell.

As Dabi boarded the plane and found his seat with the rest of the LoV, he felt a twinge in his abdomen, which had been reoccurring since they’d left the house an hour ago. He debated going to the bathroom, but ultimately, he decided he could hold it. He took his seat next to a nervous Shigaraki, not bothering with his seatbelt just yet. It was 30 seconds before the League were all seated, and the speakers were blaring with the sound of an old man’s raspy voice.

“This is your pilot speaking. Welcome, passengers, to our flight from Japan to Hawaii! Before we take off, we have a small announcement. It is a rarely windy day today, and as a consequence of such we may have more turbulence with us. This should not be an issue - though, passengers will need to stay seated unless absolutely necessary.” There is a soft murmur that ripples throughout the plane, and Dabi sighs worriedly. This was going to be a long flight. There is a small chime from the speakers, and the seatbelt lights flicker on. Dabi rolls his eyes and fastened his seatbelt, hoping the take off doesn’t take too long. 

Luckily, with only a few bumps and mildly alarming sounds, they were in the air. The seatbelt light flickers off, and Dabi almost got up to go to the bathroom, before whipping his head around to look, and seeing the long line. He undid his seatbelt and pulled out his phone, waiting for the line to shrink.

“Oi, Dabi.” Shigaraki pokes Dabi’s shoulder. Dabi glares at him, 

“What do you want, crusty?” Shigaraki puts a hand on his heart at this comment.

“You know what, raisin? I’m not gonna tell you now.” Shigaraki sits back in his seat, a slight blush on his cheeks. Dabi flips him off, pretending not to notice, and goes back to his phone. He barely manages to unlock it before a chime sounds for passengers to sit down and put seatbelts on. 

“What? Aww, Giri, I don’t wanna put my seatbelt back on already, it’s too tight…” Toga grumbles. Kurogiri, who never undid his belt, just shrugs. Toga whines, ands straps herself in.

“They did say there’d be a bit of turbulence.” A passenger nearby mutters.

“I’m fine with putting the seatbelt back on!” Twice chimes, doing his belt up. “Why?” His voice changes once more. “Because I’d never obey the laws of safety.” 

Shigaraki, who was struggling with his seatbelt, groans in frustration. Dabi reaches over to help him wordlessly, not making eye contact. He could feel Shigaraki’s curious gaze on his, but said nothing as he sat back in his seat. He just managed to get his own on in time before the plane started rocking and tilting. 

Toga yelps out in terror, clinging onto Kurogiri’s arm. Kurogiri seems unbothered by both the turbulence and Toga. Twice is tapping his finger on his thigh anxiously, not saying anything. Shigaraki is scratching his neck furiously, muttering under his breath. Dabi is unbothered by the turbulence. He has other issues, like the fact that the rocking is making the liquid in his bladder slosh uncomfortably, worsening his need. He clenches his legs, waiting for the turbulence to go away so he can use the bathroom. 

The turbulence calms, and the plane goes quiet…

…before it comes back full force. 

Toga’s nails are digging into Kurogiri’s arm, as Twice continues to tap nervously. Shigaraki’s scratching becomes more harsh, and god, Dabi can see flakes of skin coming off his pale, blue skin. Crusty, he thought to himself, crossing his legs tighter. 

The turbulence is finally gone after 20 minutes or crying from Toga, muttering and scratching from Shigaraki, and Dabi crossing his legs, becoming increasingly desperate. The seatbelt lights flicker back off, and Dabi sighs with relief. He unbuckles his seatbelt and prepares to stand up and go to the bathroom, but Shigaraki stands up first and beats him to it. Before he can even get out of the seat, Shigaraki is entering the bathroom. Dabi groans and sits down, trying not to make his ever-increasing need obvious. He glances continuously at the bathroom door, waiting for Shigaraki to leave. He decides to pull out his phone to distract himself, scrolling through the latest memes.

After 5 minutes, Shigaraki finally comes back, looking rather smug. Dabi looks at him, raises an eyebrow, and then looks at the door. Actually, he doesn’t look at the door. He looks at the back of a huge line, waiting for the bathroom. Just his luck. Dabi glares at Shigaraki for a moment, and Shigaraki sticks out his tongue at him.

“Crusty bitch,” he spits at him. 

“You just wish you’d gotten up first.” Shigaraki pokes his shoulder as he speaks. Dabi goes a little red at the poke, and brushes the pale hand away. Suddenly, with the shit eating grin on Shigaraki’s face, Dabi is hit with a realisation. 

“You motherfucker.”

“Yep! And now you’ll have to wait for the line to clear up, what a shame.”

“I’ll fucking piss on you, asshole.”

“Kurogiri, Dabi’s threatening me!”

Kurogiri, along with Toga and Twice, is asleep, so they squabble back and forth for a few minutes. After a while, Dabi puts on his headphones to block out Shigaraki’s shitty insults. That doesn’t stop Shigaraki, however. He creeps up to Dabi’s ear, and whispers.

“Raisin.”“Fuck off.” Dabi goes red at the feeling of Shigaraki’s breath on his ear, and turns up his music.

“Hey raisin.” He speaks louder.

“What?” 

“Psssssh.”

Water sounds, classic. Dabi crosses his legs tighter. “Fuck off, Shiggy, I’m serious.”

“Aww, but just imagine how good it would feel, Dabi, to finally let go of all that sloshing piss inside you!” He chuckles. Dabi groans at the thought. He continues making water sounds in Dabi’s ear, and Dabi’s not sure how much longer he can take it. He clenches his thighs and tries not to make an audible sound. Shigaraki’s water sounds are relentless, driving Dabi crazy with every passing second. 

His bladder gives a particularly strong spasm, and he lifts up his hand involuntarily. He stops his arm just before it goes to his crotch, but it’s too late. Shigaraki has noticed, and has his mind set on one goal. 

“Ooh, you must need it bad, Dabi. Are you sure you don’t want to just let it go here? The seats can be cleaned, after all~ and it’d feel so good, being free of your full bladder! Just imagine that golden stream of piss, flowing down your legs, hitting the floor with a soft pitter-patter.” 

Dabi groans again, shifting and squeezing his legs together tight. 

“Shiggy, please stop, I’m seriously at my limit.” He goes red with humiliation.

“Please?” Shigaraki chuckles. “Who are you want what did you do with Dabi?”

Dabi taps his feet, squirming again. “Shut the fuck up, Shiggy.”

“Pssssssssssh.”Dabi groans. 

“Fucking bastard.” He can’t help it this time - He grabs his crotch, hoping to stem the flow that’s begging to come out of him. Laughing, Shigaraki continues his water sounds. Dabi grabs himself tighter, and his eyes widen as he feels a soft leak.

“Shit shit shit, no, not yet-“ he shoves his second hand on top of the first, grabbing himself desperately. “Fuck, I’m not fucking peeing here, no-“ but it’s too late. Shigaraki’s water sounds have stopped, and the grin on his face fades as a soft dribble sound is heard, piss begining to patter onto the floor. Dabi hides his face in his hands, essentially giving up. 

There is silence for a few seconds, where Shigaraki is stunned. He decides to speak up.

“Sh-shit, Dabi, are you-“ But Shigaraki is cut off with a loud shout from Dabi.

“FUCK OFF, BASTARD. YOU DID THIS.” He sobs as he floods his seat, his piss dribbling onto the floor. Dabi sobs in embarrassment, trying to stifle his groans of relief because god, this feels so fucking good. He sobs into his hands, hiding his face. 

“I- fuck, I didn’t think- I’m sorry, Dabi, I didn’t mean to make you-“ Shigaraki stumbles over his words, but Dabi is ignoring him. His stream comes to a stop, Dabi still sobbing.

“Yeah, well look at what you fucking did. Just- just fuck off.”Shigaraki sighs. He looks at Dabi with an expression of sadness and guilt. He puts a soft hand on his shoulder, careful to keep one finger away.

“Dabi, I’m sorry. I was just having a little fun, I didn’t honestly think you’d…“ he stops for a moment. "I’ll help you clean up, and we’ll never talk about this again. okay?”

Dabi sniffles, but brings his red face out of his hands. He looks down at his mess, and wipes his face of tears.

“Y-Yeah… I- I’m sorry for yelling at ya, Shiggy.“ Dabi offers him a weak smile, which Shigaraki returns goofily.

“Hey, it’s no problem. We’ll wait for the line to clear up and you can go change. Oh, take this.” He takes his jacket off and hands it to Dabi. “Wrap it around your waist, so people won’t see it. I can wash it.” He pats Dabi on the back, his thumb crossed behind his index finger. Dabi takes it greatfully, and notices a pink flush dusting Shigaraki’s cheeks. His bright blue eyes connect with Shigaraki’s crimson ones, and they lock eyes, frozen in time. Dabi grabs Shigaraki’s hand without thinking, and Shigaraki smiles and squeezes the hand back, still careful of his thumb.

“Tomura, I…” He starts, but Shigaraki cuts him off by leaning in and smashing their lips together. Dabi goes red, but he kisses Shigaraki back with desire. As the pair melt into the kiss, the years of pining becomes clear to the both of them, and they break apart panting.

“I love you, Dabi… even if you did piss yourself.“ Dabi can’t help but chuckle.

“I love you too, Tomura.”

There is silence for a moment, until…

“Fucking FINALLY! Twice, Giri, you guys owe me 20 bucks!”

[danhedonia]

4, 22 and 48, please?

4. “I’m too sober for this.”

22. “Did you just hiss at me?”

48. “Welcome back. Now fucking help me.”

using prompts from this prompt sheet (send me more!)

summary: “I feel like these directions were written in another language.” Phil whined as Dan finished sorting through the stack of what felt like hundreds of pieces of wardrobe in front of them. “It’s like I’m reading Japanese or something.”

“Phil.” Dan said, a soft smile spreading over his cheeks. “They’re pictures. How can they be another language?”

“I don’t know. I’m no language expert.”

“Don’t you have an actual degree in linguistics?”“

No.” Phil said with a pout. “Well, yes, but that’s not… it’s not the same! This is picture-istics.”

a/n: so this is meant to be in this video! they built a wardrobe together in 2012 and this is partially bits straight out of that vid and partially ‘outtakes’. it may be in 2012 but there’s literally no angst, it’s just fluff bc the vid is just fluff. fight me.

word count: 1.7k

rating: teen (some sex-related references, but no actual smut or even implied smut. there’s just a handjob reference that’s straight out of the video)

read it under the cut or here on ao3

“I feel like these directions were written in another language.” Phil whined as Dan finished sorting through the stack of what felt like hundreds of pieces of wardrobe in front of them. “It’s like I’m reading Japanese or something.”

“Phil.” Dan said, a soft smile spreading over his cheeks. “They’re pictures. How can they be another language?”

“I don’t know. I’m no language expert.”

“Don’t you have an actual degree in linguistics?”

“No.” Phil said with a pout. “Well, yes, but that’s not… it’s not the same! This is picture-istics.”

Dan laughed, loud and bright, and Phil couldn’t help giggle in response. “That doesn’t make any sense, you absolute spoon.”

“You don’t make any sense.” Phil shifted over, pressing his shoulder against Dan’s and looking at the pieces in front of them. “We should start. Staring at the Japanese pictures for even longer isn’t going to make us less confused.”

Once they had the first few pieces put together, Dan was trying to figure out what piece they needed next.

“Six.” Phil said without really thinking about it. His hands started absentmindedly rubbing over the piece of wood he had in his lap. Well, maybe it wasn’t entirely absentminded. Phil may act innocent on camera, but he knew exactly what it looked like when he made eye contact with Dan while his hands moved over the wood.

“Is it actually?” Dan looked up from the instructions. His eyes flickered from Phil’s face to his hands, which were pretty much giving their soon to be wardrobe a hand-job, and then back up to Phil’s eyes. Phil’s face was blank, a sort of faux-innocence that Dan knew all too well in his eyes, and Dan’s was somewhat incredulous. “Phil. Do you have - Do you.. have any idea what that just- no? Okay, no. Cut!”

Phil’s blank face dissolved into a small smirk as Dan’s eyes turned to the camera.

“If you’re under twelve, stop watching!” Dan said before turning back to Phil, who was also looking at the camera with red cheeks and a bashful smile.

“I didn’t know what I was doing!” Phil said, and Dan was entirely unconvinced. Phil pulled this sort of stunt all the time. He only pretended not to know what he was doing in front of the camera.

“And by twelve, I mean eighteen.” Dan continued, because it was best to just ignore Phil when this happened. Normally, he wouldn’t care, but they were on camera, and this sort of thing almost always led to flirting, and Dan would rather just move on rather than have to edit out fifteen minutes of footage later.

But then Dan heard a noise, something a bit strange that he hadn’t heard come from Phil’s throat in a while.

“Did you just hiss at me?” Dan asked, voice going a little high. Phil burst into giggles and covered his mouth. He nodded a bit, and Dan might’ve thought he looked endearing if he hadn’t just hissed. “Right. Dear god, is it two thousand nine again? Are you going to turn into Cat-Boy Lester again?”

“Maybe.” Phil’s body shook with laughter as he leaned closer to Dan, playfully pawing at his shoulder. “Meow.”

“Phil, oh my god, no.” Dan groaned. “I’m too sober for this.”

“Fine, fine. Let’s finish the wardrobe before I say ‘rawr’ and you spontaneously combust.”

The wardrobe was around halfway built at this point, and Phil was starting to screw in the second half of his screws. Dan was playing Fur Elise, per Phil’s second request. Moonlight Sonata got old after a little while.

“Do you reckon once this is built, we’ll be able to go to Narnia?” Phil asked as he turned a screw.

Dan paused for a moment, waiting until Phil looked up at him to answer. “No.” Phil slumped, and Dan managed to hold his laughter in for a moment. “Neither of us are magic uncles. This isn’t some ancient magical wardrobe made from a special magic tree. It’s a bloody ikea wardrobe.”

“You’re no fun.” Phil pouted, reluctantly going back to turning the screws.

Dan turned back to his piano, continuing to play. It was quiet for a few minutes, nothing but the sound of Dan’s fingers pressing the piano keys filling the room. He didn’t realize how it had been much longer than was necessary for Phil to finish, not until Phil’s hands were sliding around his waist and Phil’s chin was on his shoulder.

“You’re so good.” Phil’s voice was soft and quiet, and Dan got the distinct impression that that ‘good’ wasn’t restricted to just piano. “I’m half tempted to ditch the wardrobe and just listen to you play for hours.”

Dan smiled softly, only hesitating for a moment before continuing the song. “We have to finish. You can listen to me play anytime once we’re all moved in.”

“I’ll take you up on that.”

They stayed like that for a few moments, just enjoying being close to each other, neither of them caring that the audio and at least part of the visual was being caught on tape. They could edit it out. They always did. Then Phil pulled away with a reluctant sigh. “Let’s get this over with. I have to pee first, though.”

“Hurry it up. The faster we’re done, the faster we can watch anime.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” Phil grinned at Dan as he darted out of the room, reappearing a few minutes later. He stopped in the doorway, eyes wide. Dan was trying to stand the wardrobe upright by himself, but he was very, very bad at it, apparently. He looked like he was about to drop the entire thing and quite possibly break it and injure himself in the process. Phil couldn’t help laugh. “What the hell are you doing?”

“There you are!” Dan said, panicked eyes finding Phil’s. “Welcome back. Now fucking help me.”

Phil moved forward, carefully helping Dan lower it down to the ground again before bursting into giggles. “You’re the most impatient person I know.” He stepped toward Dan, looking him over quickly to make sure he was okay. “I was gone for, like, five minutes. You couldn’t wait that long?”

Dan whined a little and leaned into Phil. “I just wanted to get it done. Don’t make fun of me.”

Phil’s lips brushed Dan’s cheek, and then he was pulling away again. “Alright, then. Let’s get it done.” He bent down to grab the top of the wardrobe, waited until Dan’s hands were around the base, and then pushed it upright.

“It’s being born!” Phil said excitedly as Dan sang a theme song in a high-pitched voice. “It’s starting to look like an actual wardrobe!”

After that, they sped through the rest of the building process rather quickly, with Dan making fun of Phil much more than necessary. Phil would’ve complained, except the way that Dan’s eyes lit up and he smiled at Phil like he was the only important thing in the world made up for it all. Besides, he knew Dan didn’t mean it. Neither of them did. As much as they might have teased each other, there was nothing but love behind it.

So Phil didn’t feel too bad when he decided to sneak inside of the newly-completed wardrobe while Dan picked up some trash from the corner that they were going to put it in. He nearly lost it when Dan started trying to talk to him, and he had to bring his hand up to his mouth to stifle any sounds that were threatening to come out.

Dan kept saying Phil’s name over and over again, sounding increasingly panicked. Phil would’ve felt bad if it weren’t so funny.

When he heard a loud, nervous ‘Phiiw,’ Phil decided he could take it anymore. He pushed the doors open and poked his head out. “Rawr!”

Dan’s face went blank again as Phil crawled out, laughing increasingly louder. He tried to look angry for a moment, but he just couldn’t, not when Phil’s laugh was lighting up the room like that. A smile spread over Dan’s cheeks, and an exasperated but somehow much too fond chuckle started to bubble out of his throat.

“As if you’d got in the wardrobe-” Dan stepped forward to look in the wardrobe. He hadn’t thought it’d be big enough for one of them to fit inside. Apparently he was wrong, though. “Maybe your Narnia theory was right. There’s no way that you were in there.”

“Yes there was! And it’s all on tape!” Phil pointed to the camera, still giggling excitedly.

“Whatever.” Dan moved in and shoved Phil’s shoulder, then stepped back toward the wardrobe. “Now help me move this, you rat.”

Phil did as Dan asked, but didn’t stop the teasing even a little bit. He couldn’t help it. He was excited. It had almost always been Dan doing the pranking and Phil being pranked, and Phil was so ecstatic that he’d finally gotten to get Dan back.

“You were so scared.” Phil said as they finished putting the wardrobe in place. He reached out to Dan again and warmth bloomed in his chest as Dan fell into him, whining softly. Anybody else might’ve found it annoying, the way that Dan so easily threw out insults and pranked people, but turned into a whiny mess when it was turned back around on him. “You’re so cute. Makes me wanna kiss your cheeks. And your nose. And your forehead. And your lips. And your entire face.”

“Phil.” Dan whined, once again dragging the ‘i’ out and replacing the ‘l’ sound with a ‘w’, the way he always did when he was trying to get his way with Phil. “Stop it.”

Dan’s cheeks were red. Phil’s heart felt like it was going to explode. “Only if you let me pick the anime.”

“You’re such a jerk.” Dan’s voice was still whiny, but he wrapped his arms around Phil’s neck and kissed him gently. “Fine. But I get to lay on your chest while we watch it.”

“Is that supposed to be something I have to reluctantly agree to?” Phil laughed and pulled away from Dan, but left their hands connected as he pulled Dan toward their lounge that held nothing but a sofa and their TV. “Sounds like a great night.”

[drunkonnjealousy]

My Reputation Secret Session Experience

(an abbreviated version to keep confidentiality)

I got a DM from Taylor Nation before the London SS had happened, so I honestly had no idea what the “secret event” was. They called me and said the event was in Rhode Island, and I mean the only thing there is her house but I didn’t know what the event entailed. Knowing Taylor, I was like she’s gonna make it so fun and so detailed and so personal whatever it is.

I was not able to focus on anything for two weeks because I was just thinking about taylor and rhode island. I took a train from NYC to Rhode Island the night before. Wednesday October 18, 2017 was such a GORGEOUS day. The water was SO BLUE. THE SUN WAS SHINING. and there was a helicopter hovering in front of taylor’s house which annoyed me but yeah I’ll try to get over that. Fast forward to being at her house. First of all, her security detail is hilarious. They are so nice and funny and were cracking jokes the whole time. The very first person I talked to was none other than Scott Swift, the man the legend, wearing a striped sweater only a dad would buy and his pockets overflowing with 1989 guitar picks. I spent a good chunk of time chatting with him on the deck he’s amazing—we stan forever. Also I legit hung out and excitedly mingled in Taylor’s kitchen so long that I forgot it wasn’t normal to be in her kitchen. There was a huge spread of Chick-fil-a nuggets, pizza, chips, custom Rep cookies and M&Ms, Smart Water and Diet Coke. *side note i’m a vegetarian but if taylor would have offered me a nugget i would have forgotten my vow against meat* I was so comfortable and having so much fun that it just felt like I was at my friend’s house party, which I was. But then like every 30 minutes it would hit me that to the outside world, she was THE Taylor Swift, and I was in her kitchen… Fast forward to Andrea coming down to also hang out and mingle with us. She smelled amazing (so did the entire house). She came up to me and Sol and said hello with a huge smile on her face and then pulled us both into a tight hug at the same time and said “YOU BEAUTIFUL SOULS.” and honestly I just wanted to hug her ten more times and be like THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE MADAM PRESIDENT. Side note, the kitchen has adorable childhood pictures of Taylor and Austin and pictures of the family on the beach and its all v cute. Also I saw the mermaid, I MEAN THE MERMAID that taylor and selena posed by and i was like wow this iconic. ALSO as many of you know i’m not only a taylor stan, but a huge todrick stan, and i have been for years. so i died a little when i realized that i was leaning against the same kitchen counter that they were sitting on during thanksgiving and i was like wow its cool i’m fine we’re fine EVERYTHING IS FINE. Fast forward to Austin also coming downstairs to mingle. He’s adorable and I love him. I didn’t get to chat with him bc it was kind of crowded but he was smiling and laughing and looked genuinely happy to be there. Tree was also floating around the kitchen here and there and let me just say she’s GORGEOUS. (also she was the MVP later when I needed to pee) Okay fast forward some more and it’s time to move into the living room. There are cushions on the floor and I’m sitting with all of my friends, including several of us who are from NYC. There are people setting the room and Andrea, Scott and Austin just look so excited that we’re there and that made me so happy. After what felt like centuries of people opening doors, stomping upstairs and shutting the curtains, it was time for the queen to make her entrance. The door to my right flew open and that tall drink of water in black thigh high boots and blonde curls and a huge smile entered the room and collectively we all made noises that probably sounded non-human. She said “Hi, I’m Taylor” as she sat down in this throne of a chair and crossed her legs that are collectively longer than the great wall of china. She said “you’ve done your detective work right (my detectivey heart fell out of my detectivey ass) and you are at the Reputation Secret Sessions”

**and that’s where the cone of silence comes on and what happened for the next several hours at the secret sessions STAYS at the secret sessions.**

So after I DIED because she obviously played us every track of the album. It was time for picturesssss. As I walked in to see Taylor, I didn’t even make it to her yet before she strutted toward me and scooped me into a hug so tight that I said “hey i’m kelsea” into her hair ;askdjflskfj She pulled away and was like “yeah I know, and you spell it S-E-A right?” AND LEMME TELL YOU i’ve gone my entire 24 years of life with my name spelled wrong, even people I’ve known for years will spell it Kelsey. and I replied to Taylor, “UM YEAH” and she got so excited she fist pumped and then put her hand up for a high five and we literally had the most epic high five of my entire life I’m pretty sure they heard it in Australia. ok. At this point Sol walked in and I introduced her to Taylor too. She loved Sol so much. so so much. Then I asked Taylor if she found me on Tumblr or Twitter, and she immediately replied “Tumblr” with a nod. and then she goes “I KNOW you love TODRICK, and I LOVE that.”  and I’m pretty sure that was the moment my brain short-circuited.

and i was like “OKAY well TN contacted me via Twitter and I was real confused because my handle is  @ toddyownsmyass” and her face lit up, her mouth dropped open, she grabbed my hand and laughed and said “OH MY GOD HAHAHHA”. 

Next I told her about our annual NYC July 9th party. I was like listen taylor, the entire reason i met sol is because we’re tumblr friends and we have this party every year at sofia’s apt in the upper west side where we stay up until 1:58 AM listening to Last Kiss and then she was like “AWWWW” and I remember her face just looking at the two of us in pure amazement. OKAY now it was time for pictures and Taylor was like “we’re gonna take a group shot first and then we’ll do individuals ok?” and during our group photo she hugged both me and Sol so tightly. 

She looks at me and I put my hands together and I’m like “Okay, I want to recreate a photo you and todrick did on the couch” and she got so excited she was like “GREAT but I’m not doing the splits again” as she walks over to this gorgeous white couch. and i was like “nah girl i CANT do the splits, i wanna do that back to back one” and she was so invested it was adorable. It took us a few minutes of sitting back to back and discussing our knee placement, our hand placement, and both of us kept turning and looking over our shoulders to make sure we were matching and coordinating our bodies right. and then right before the picture taylor goes “what should we do with this hand? oh i know lets hold hands” and she grabbed my hand and held it so tightly. i’m pretty sure you can see in my facial expression how much that meant to me—i’m BEAMING. out of all forms of social interaction, hand holding is one of the most intimate,it’s not something we do with very many people if you really think about it. after the picture is taken, we are still sitting back to back on the couch, holding hands, and she turns to look at me and goes “that’s the cutest pose i’ve ever done” and i’m all “Awwww thanks!” thinking she’s just being a sweetheart. and then her expression is happy but a little more serious, and she goes “No, I’m being serious, like I’ve never done anything cuter.” and ladies that’s probably the moment I was like “HI I’M KELSEA AND I WELCOME DEATH WITH OPEN ARMS”. It was going to be time to leave because we had already taken our pictures but Taylor grabbed me and Sol again and squeezed us and gushed “you little FLOWER buttons” and at the time my brain was like ???? I thought maybe she was going to say we were flowers, and then halfway through changed her mind to buttons…well ANYWAYS she reblogged that photo of us later and clarified that she believes sol and i embody the aesthetic of tiny adorable little flower-shaped buttons and now i will no longer look at flowers nor buttons the same way and Sol and I text each other randomly “FLOWER BUTTONS” just to make each other cry it’s great. okay moving on… It was time to leave and right before i walked away, I yelled to her “TAYLOR, YOU’RE INVITED TO OUR JULY 9TH PARTY ANYTIME, UPPER WEST SIDE, NYC, SEE YOU THERE!” and i did some mix between dabbing and pointing that can only be attributed to all of the time i spent in college with frat boys. and with this big grin on her face she yelled back “THANKS! LOVE YOU GUYS!” and i stumbled out of the room to pick up the Reputation merch bag Taylor gave all of us (GET YOU A WOMAN). As her security guard let us into a van to be taken back to our car, I asked what time it was and it was so late Sofia and I had missed our train back to Manhattan. We didn’t care. We were stranded in Rhode Island but WHO CARES BC TAYLOR SWIFT LOVES US. Ali from TN was like, “you guys have friends at your hotel right? like you have somewhere to go?” so sweet i love ali– we stan her forever. Sofia and I went back to our hotel, which we had already checked out of mind you, and sat in the hallway, dazed and happy, from 2-4am. Sofia posted a photo of us on tumblr and taylor liked it and i was like wow taylor knows we’re stranded that’s hilarious i bet she’s laughing. We ended up calling a car service to pick us up in rhode island AND DRIVE US BACK TO NEW YORK CITY IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT. I got back to my apt on the upper east side at 5am and took a nap and then got up for work and tried to be an adult but it was a very sad attempt. This is a very abbreviated account of what happened that fateful day Taylor welcomed me into her home for 8+ hours. A lot of it has to stay secret and confidential until the album comes out on Nov 10. Even more of it will likely never leave the walls of that gorgeous house by the sea. I will cherish these memories always and I know I am forever changed as a person from the Reputation Secret Sessions.

Thank you @taylorswift for EVERYTHING. I’m so proud to call you a friend.

[cupoffilipino]

1977

There is no umbrella. I left it outside the hotel last week (some 7 days ago). As a result, I would have to be wet. Nature have mercy. I walked and walked. There weren’t too much rain. I was wearing a black sweater. The rain was just trickling I didn’t have to use the sweater’s hoodie. I am in Richmond, BC this thirty-one-day stay.

This is not the first time I’ve been here. I remember to even five years ago I was living in the same Vancouver suburb. Vancouver is just a train ride away. i’m trying to get to the train station to leave my hotel room. A cleaner will be scheduled to clean it (goodbye a full-24-hour indoor stay). Only these Co-vid days on Mondays. The fixed schedule I was informed about as to cleaning is something you could go by since there wouldn’t be any forceful reason to leave in the first place where you stay. I’m not unemployed but I am technically not doing anything. I have a purported book to publish without any deadline. I receive money enough to keep me doing nothing. All I have to do in this phase of my life is to live, keep alive, breathe, enjoy life until I’m okay. I say that guessing I’m the only one on the face of the Earth who is really okay. Or wants to be okay.

There are so many cars and other vehicles on the way. I wonder if I ever would have an accident. So far, luckily, it had never occurred. I’ve been across drivers who were just about to bump into me. On my way to a Walmart, November 10, for example. Almost nobody walked in the dark where I was during that time (also in British Columbia.) When you don’t have a car, you’re vulnerable on the road. Strangers could easily kill you by mechanical force but that I guess is the price for not paying for any oil-and-gas and getting to freely engage in locomotion your own limbs. 😌

End-of-year holidays 2016. Nephew, parents, sister and brother-in-law (and another pair and another nephew not in the picture) visited me here in Vancouver (I say Vancouver generally because that’s what you say when visitors come from abroad in a faraway place, when you could actually not be living in Vancouver itself but in a suburb). Throughout my ongoing five years in the Canadian city, I’ve often rid this train but it would take reception of this picture to make me remember I wasn’t alone one time one ride one far away time away. Vancouver is said to be an unfriendly city (unless if you often go to a bar, perhaps, and the like) and it isn’t often you get to be talked to right here in public places. When you’re often alone, and there is this time family gets to visit you, and the lonely rides become lonely for even once no longer, the consequent rides, then, without them will never be the same.

On my way to Vancouver downtown city-center from Richmond, I anticipate two-hours of computer usage at the public library to do some file uploads. There are devices around me from time to time in my nights and days. It just helps when you have other external screens associated with another public place more officious than mere cafes for you to help you get things done. I really wanted to leave earlier at around half-an-hour after 7 AM this day I would have left my hotel room. I only managed after a short nap to leave the hotel by 10:02 AM after a first-floor-located bathroom urination. There are more than ten-dollars (Can) in my transportation card. I feel guilty of doing no physical activity when it is so rare I get to go out where I am currently staying. Arriving at downtown, here I am in the library yet to sit and be idle for a couple of hours again.

It wasn’t this dark as shown but it’s the same location. If I would walk to over-here from my current place of stay it would take my feet some three hours at least of walking. (Not that I would have any plans but it helps to make sense of the distance for me) I had to wait for some minutes before we library-goers would get to enter the yet-un-open library, since it wasn’t yet 11. There was a file and while waiting I checked my Instagram and facebook, avoiding vicinity glances.

So, I used the computer I booked before sunrise, and was able to do some uploads half the way. Meanwhile, I listened to Christmas jazz songs. Time goes so fast when you use the library computers. Badly enough, unlike before when there were four, only two hours are allowed for each day for one with a library card to use the desktop computers. The laptop I’m now using to write this blog entry was open in the meantime I was using the first desktop for my first of two hours booked on this day.

I was able to upload 132 files on my Soundcloud account. The 132 files are recordings of my voice transcribing what I both write and read. This because I have for some unknown-yet reason stopped reading (and writing, which I kind of did before casually.) My vision is is that I am stopping reading English silently in favor of learning new languages which deserve the hard-sustained attention required by silent reading. As for now, in Filipino and English I would only ‘speak aloud’ but won’t anymore silently (in a sustained way) read. I will definitely, though, write sustainedly in the languages I kind of know. French, German, Spanish are the languages I would only start from now on begin to silently (in a sustained way) read. So this is why I’ve come up (and been coming up since two months ago) with audio files for personal-use uploading. It would be very rare that I would actually share such recordings. Not a loss to the world because my way of speaking isn’t remarkable anyway. I would say it is only at best honest, . . . sincere.

With the additional screens and hours in separate computer at my disposal, I was able to discern the progress of what has been done so far since I checked-in at the hotel ten-days-on already. I knew how much more speaking-aloud i would have to do as my stay prolongs towards, of the total 31, day 14. It is now day 12, Wednesday, this December-13 week. I used the second computer I booked for another hour standing, then I left for the bank to withdraw money from an Automated Teller Machine. The money I withdrew depended on how many hours I’ve spoken (25 hours the past ten days). Because my self-designated rate was 13 Can$ an hour, I ended up withdrawing for my hands’ getting 220 Can$, the hundred more withheld since I remember having spent 97.46 Can$ already the previous week. I still have a quarter of a thousand dollars left for this December-4-to-January-4 hotel trip.

Indeed, time is so fast upon leaving the library for the bank, not only did I just let fly the two hours I spared using desktop computers: I also noticed that my stay at where I mostly am will only last for as long as as far away I was from November the 23rd the day of calendar observing. I particularly get to recall the day because it was one day after I last called my mother. I felt the drive and impulse to make a call since her phone message implied she knew from nowhere where I was and I wanted to know how she got air of where on the 22nd I just checked-in. I happened to check-in at a cheaper hotel that Sunday afternoon, and the reason she ended up knowing where exactly I was was due to information provided by credit card companies there was made that time a security deposit. My credit card is technically not really my own and I periodically return whatever credit I get using it. Bank charges parents after son gets money from bank, thereby the charging of parents. Responsibly do I return whatever credit I get-and-spend. Money comes from other parent.

Which is why as of now my wallet has six total number of bills, if combined, are worth a sum of Can$120. Addition to that, I also have at my disposal a total seven coins, worth 2.70 Can$ only. This, all after, my purchase at the grocery store of goods worth 97.89 Can$, paid with handed two 50-dollar bills.

I now head to my storage locker in Northern Vancouver, a single ride away by bus but I would take the sea route, then a bus one, to it. The first thing I really wanted to was to go to the restroom in order to pee. Since my arrival in British Columbia (or Western Canada) on November 2, 2020 after nine weeks in Toronto-and-Montreal combined, I noticed I could now better control my bladder. Like, it would be a success if I get to hold whatever liquids are there in it without feeling anxious I might end up wetting my leg wear. I believe this new ability to withhold urination for long (in fact I do not even notice it that often any longer these days recently) has to do with gathering an important piece of myself having been back to those two Canadian places in provinces of the second-largest country in the world I’ve previously been at 18 and 19. I land after an intra-continental flight in YVR airport a fuller, if not exactly changed, man. But reporting now as I went to ride the sea bus to North Vancouver this recently that I couldn’t prevent urination any longer due to back anxiety, I might just end up holding back instead my conviction and understanding of how I’ve been. No one wants to go to a facility full of cargo without a ready resort to a restroom nearby, even if there’s business with your own stuff to keep you busy, unless one really trusts oneself he won’t uncontrollably pee. So, riding the sea bus to north of the city, I was confident, especially having seen my image in the mirror I didn’t expect wouldn’t actually look ugly. Turning 31, I’m not that bad-looking. Or so I see.

My name is Derek Dino Estrella Redona. 

Grandfather-less the past three years.

[princess-cordelias-writingblog]

I Won’t say I’m in love (Stiles x Reader)

A/N: Yooo I was in such a need for Stiles ma’ boy! (you can tell bc this is long af lmao) I’m glad I had this in my drafts, I love him so much?? I wish I had him??

Listen: This masterpiece

Words: 1845

Warnings: pure fluff and Stiles.

Prompts: #83“I can’t believe you don’t like Disney movies.” #92“For some reason, I’m attracted to you.”

Today was a shitty day for sure.

Y/N failed a test, lost her money for lunch, and didn’t see her boyfriend at all.

Y/N was sure the day wasn’t going to get any better, so she sat in the dining room with her books and notebooks, trying to do some homework before something else ruined her day even more.

When she was finishing her essay, there was a knock on the door, and she whined, hoping it wasn’t bad news.

When she opened the door she let out a small squeal, throwing herself into the arms of the person in front of her. Her boyfriend, Stiles.

“Hey, Y/N/N” he chuckled “so I guess you missed me?”

“Yes, of course!” she said, breathing in his scent and sighing “today sucked.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Y/N spent the next hour sharing the information with extreme detail and some sarcastic comments, Stiles listened, nodding and saying “oh, no!” when he felt like he had to, relieved, she sighed and looked at the boy with a small smile.

“But I have to say” Y/N added, “That my day has gotten a lot better now you’re here.”

“Always a pleasure, babe” Stiles smirked, then he stood up “I was thinking, now that I’m here and considering that I didn’t see you at school -and that was a tragedy, to be honest- would you like to watch some movies or something?”

“Sure!” Y/N left her chair in the kitchen and walked with him to the living room, where she turned on the TV and threw him a blanket.

“Wait!” he said, “don’t you want food?”

“I’d love popcorn” she admitted “I’ll bring it”

“Let me” he walked out of the room and straight to the kitchen “where do you have it?”

“Uh…” Y/N sat on the couch in front of her television, going to Netflix and typing the word “Hercules” with no second thought “I think it’s next to the fridge”

Five minutes after she heard the sound of popcorn being made and felt her stomach empty, the girl decided to help her boyfriend in the kitchen with the drinks, she made her way to the room and watched him for a second, smiling to herself.

He was doing a little dance while waiting for the food to be ready, his back was facing her and she bit her lip to avoid laughing, god, was she in love of that dork.

Oh god, she was in love with Stiles, she truly loved him.

They had been dating for almost a year now, and she knew that there were only two options after that One-year line, they could either break up, or they could fall deeply in love with each other even more, Y/N was hoping it was the latter, she really enjoyed his company.

Stiles and Y/N weren’t really close at first, but they did know each other since they were kids, they were in the same class during middle school and used to hang out sometimes, but then Y/N met Lydia and stopped seeing Stiles as often as before, she missed him but never really thought about him until sophomore year, when Allison and Scott started dating.

She was afraid that maybe Stiles would be mad at her, after all, she kind of abandoned him and Scott, but she was lucky, he wasn’t mad, a bit upset and confused because she left without saying goodbye, but she could tell he was happy to have her back, and so was she.

Almost as if was destiny, they grew closer, she developed strong feelings for the boy, and the day of Stiles’ birthday they finally kissed. 

She always wondered if Stiles had liked her back in that moment or if he was in love with her before, but was too shy to ask. It didn’t matter anyway, they were together and that was the important part.

The only thing that bothered her, was that none had said “I love you” to the other and that honestly scared her. She’d have loved to say that to him anytime, but she was afraid that maybe he couldn’t say it back.

Still, that phrase was constantly in her mind, especially when she was around Stiles.

She shook her head, frowning, “Enough, right now I just want to enjoy his company.” She thought.

“Are you having fun?” she laughed at the way he turned to look at her, wide eyes and open mouth.

“No need to explain, silly boy” Y/N walked closer to him. “I don’t mind, I actually think you look adorable when you dance.”

“Shut up” He groaned “be nice and pass me a bowl”

The girl did as he asked, then grabbed two glasses and looked at him over his shoulder “You want water or soda?”

“Who eats popcorns with water?” he huffed.

“Fine, I was just asking…”

Once the food was ready, Stiles followed his girlfriend to the living room and groaned out loud, not even trying to hide his disappointment.

“Seriously, Y/N? Disney?”

“They’re gold!” she exclaimed, “I can’t believe you don’t like Disney movies.”

“They’re not even accurate!” He complained “take that as an example” he signaled to the TV “Hercules is a demigod, not a god, Hera is not her mother and I’m pretty sure she was the one who wanted him dead.”

“I know that Stiles” she rolled her eyes “and then he goes nuts and kills his children, lovely story.”

“So if you know that, why do you like it?”

“Because it’s part of my childhood, you dumbass” Y/N sat in the middle of the couch, Stiles on her left, “you think a child cares about accuracy?”

“I did” He replied matter-of-factly.

“And that’s the reason I’m your first girlfriend” she teased him.

“First and only” He winked, kissing her cheek “I’m not letting you go”

“Great” she smiled “now be quiet and watch the movie”

Y/N notice that Stiles was doing a huge effort to keep his comments to himself, but every time that a song started -which was quite often- she could almost feel him rolling his eyes and moaning quietly by her side, she appreciated the little sacrifices he made for her happiness.

After a while, she stood up quietly from her seat, Stiles immediately straightened on his place “What are you doing?”

“I have to pee” she frowned “don’t worry I’ll be back in a second”

“Do you want me to pause the movie?”

“No it’s okay, I’ll be quick” she smiled down at him, turning on her heels.

She really tried to be quick, Y/N didn’t want to let Stiles alone for too long because she knew that he would end up falling asleep and she wanted to spend as much time as she possibly could with him.

Y/N got out of the bathroom, she heard her favorite song from the movie and walked a little bit faster.

“Okay, I’m ba-”

“…face it like a grown-up, When ya gonna own up that ya got, got, got it bad!…”

The girl had to cover her mouth with both hands so she wouldn’t laugh at the sight of the boy: Stiles was on the couch, his full attention on the screen and singing, the lying bastard knew the freaking lyrics of the song.

Y/N stared at him amazed by the hidden talent he had, she snorted, not able to hold back her laugh “Oh my god…”

Stiles turned so fast he fell from his seat, he cursed loudly, pausing the movie and standing up, bright red.

“I can explain”

“Sure” she smirked, “So you don’t like Disney, right?”

“I don’t!” He agreed “it’s just- I mean- THAT SONG IS GOOD OK?”

Y/N laughed again, bending over and supporting her weight on the wall “Oh god, why didn’t I have my phone with me?” 

“Great, keep laughing at me, I don’t care” Stiles retorted “I’m just your boyfriend, is not like you have to treat me right or anything”

“Give me a break” she smirked “my day was terrible and you’ve been the highlight of it for sure”

“Unbelievable” he insisted “I’m not the class clown, you know? you should respect me more.”

“Sorry, princess” she joked.

Stiles looked at her with annoyance “You’re a terrible girlfriend, but for some reason, I’m attracted to you.”

“I think it might have to do with the fact that we’re best friends and I’m literally the only person that can stand your sarcasm besides Scott?” she inquired.

“Yeah, that’s very likely” He answered, licking his lips.

“Calm down Stiles, I’m just joking” she walked closer to him, the boy hugged her by the waist.

“I know,” he sighed, smiling “that’s exactly why I love you”

Y/N could’ve sworn that her heart skipped a beat, standing there in the arms of the person that she loved the most, he took her breath away.

“Please, say something before I panic” Stiles said.

Y/N blinked a couple times before she realized that she hadn’t said it back, her heart -that moments ago was completely still- was now pounding against her chest, making her blood run rapidly through her veins.

“Stiles, I love you so much” she leaned towards him, and Stiles kissed her.

Y/N wasn’t sure of what was different this time, but the kiss was so intense and full of passion that made her head spin.

She ran her hands through his silky hair and enjoyed the warmth of his body against hers, they broke the kiss, breathing heavily.

Y/N was unable to open her eyes, drunk with his scent, Stiles looked at her in awe, his mouth slightly open.

“That was…” He whispered in a hoarse voice “perfect”.

She looked up at him, blinking away the blur “Yeah…”

They stood there in silence, memorizing each other faces as if it was their last day together, though they had a feeling that this was just starting.

“We should, uh, go back to the movie” Stiles mumbled.

“Right” Y/N nodded, then she intertwined her fingers with his and walked over to the couch, he sat first, reaching for the remote and unpaused the movie, the girl cuddled against his chest, sighing in content.

“Thank you for coming here, you’re the best.”

“No problem, babe” He kissed the top of her head, hugging her closer “and I didn’t mean what I said before, ya know? you’re not a terrible girlfriend, actually, I truly believe you’re the girl of my dreams”

“I believe that too” She smiled “I mean that I’m the girl of your dreams, but you’re pretty cool too.”

He gasped, pretending to be offended “I take it back.”

“Just kidding!” she chuckled “I love you, Stiles, and I always will, so you better start saving money for the wedding” Y/N joked.

“You’re late babe, I already did” He winked “and trust me, I love you more.”

[noheroes-allowed]

week 4:

day 22: can’t believe I just typed the words “week 4″ :(, FINALLY worked on 4520. but also it was only part 1 out of 4 and I always fall into this false sense of security that the hw isn’t that bad but the problems usually get harder as the problems progress, ate an entire king size bar of Hershey's cookies and cream and I am mad, finished the five eps that are out for little fires everywhere. and I want to start killing eve. why did I start getting back into watching shows when classes resume. why am I this problematic to myself, chatted with my brother and my mom again, wishing veep was still airing so I could see the dc shenanigans/conspiracies during these corona times bc all the state refusals to reschedule primaries have got to be political but my brain isn’t informed enough to understand all the ulterior motives, now it’s 1:30am and I worked on problems 3 and 4. I don’t think I did everything correct but I still feel less stressed, albert finally ft me, secon pictures

day 23: first day of class! I’ve missed seeing strangers and I still enjoy Boyer’s lectures. it’s the only class I would willingly go to even if it was recorded, 4110 was boring lmao. I’m gonna just wait for her to upload and watch them at faster speed, worked on behavioral for hours and I had to redo one stupid problem like 5 times before I figured it out. and it took me like a full hour before understanding what to do for question one. that class makes me feel so stupid, played countries game on snap with albert, started killing eve. my timing sucks, both maggie and rochelle haven’t started the pset but jaja has and we’re gonna go over it at some point. idk if I should text keith about it bc I feel like I’m bothering him again rip

day 24: omfg. I woke up this morning and remembered I had a meeting at 11. then literally forgot it and didn’t remember until 12. I’m so dumb I was literally watching little fires everywhere and eating oatmeal when I was supposed to be on skype alfksndnfjfjf, didn’t do as much cti work as I should’ve, 4520 fucking took me like 6 hours and I’m mad bc I still can’t figure out one of them and all the other ones are so iffy, ate too much fried rice, also my leg is still cramping and I just wanna run :(

day 25: omg I had a dream about secon and it was senior year. and we were all meeting in warren before we had to leave. and keith didn’t walk in until the very last group aldksnfksjf. and he had this haircut where everything was short except for one section that was long and covered up a part of his face. and he didn’t talk to me and I got sad. skgjsnfjwkg it had to have been bc we talked about haircuts last time and dayna posted those secon pics. but also like why, I. am. so. mad. I fucking spent two hours fixing my code for 4520 bc he worded the question badly and then he answered my question on piazza and said that for the purpose of this assignment either method is fine. which meant I could’ve not spent two hours fixing that shit. omfg I hate this class. it made me spend ~20 hours in the past week on it. and ruined my schedule for working on two of my other classes. also can he pls release grades for the last assignment already, finished the 4660 pset and checked it over :), might just not finish 4110 and watch killing eve instead oof. 4520 really burnt me out

day 26: there was a man with a leaf blower outside working this morning starting 8am and it was so rude like some people are sleeping sir but I guess it was a blessing in disguise since it woke me up and maybe I’ll fix my sleep schedule a bit more. still trying to have 8am wakeups, meeting with refactored today. I hope our pivot is good, read two more authors for my essay and finished 4.5 pages!! I only have four more authors to do. I’ve literally done 12/16 and I’m so close to finishing and I can’t wait until I don't have to think about this class again. hopefully I can finish tomorrow, I’m officially officially cleared :), I’m gonna walk/run 5k and it saddens me how I’ve had this cramp in my calf for the past week. like I’d been fucking training for 21 days and now I could actually do a 5k but I physically can’t. like I know it’s not real bc you just do it on your own and there aren’t any timings or anything but. idk it just would’ve felt good to complete it, went on a two hours walk with Cat

day 27: woke up late, went on a run even though my cramp isn’t fully healed and it was probably a bad idea, finished 14/16!, watched killing eve instead of starting my essay though, worked on 4110 hw, ate too much after my run ugh, got a stomachache so I couldn’t do my workout :(

day 28: woke up really late. I had a dream though that I was driving and the brakes weren’t working well so I kind of kept getting into accidents and wrecking the car. and then I was like no I need to stop driving. and then was at this place where a bunch of dulaney people were for some reason. and asked hayden for a ride home? ok. also had another dream where I was eating shrimp at a restaurant but I needed to pee but the bathrooms were far away so I got in this car with the couple sitting next to me and we drove there. but the bathroom stalls were weird as fuck so three toilets were basically in each partition? so me and these other girls were gonna take turns peeing but the door was also really weird so we had to prop it up so no one could see her but then she accidentally peed on the girl who was holding the door right in front of her. idk it was too wild and I woke up, I ate at 12 and then again at 1:30 and then again at 4:30 and then again at 8. big yikes I must stop, oh I had a project team meeting. keith was the last to leave but we didn’t really talk bc he had to get back to work, finished 16/16 and the conclusion!, will work on 4110 tomorrow bc I can’t do work anymore

[strawbnie]

oh shit what happened to ur phone r u ok were u mugged i hope ur okay b

hkjdfhjaklsdjfklasd fjI WASN’T MUGGED okay so;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;

last night L and i went out to meet some of the kids from our school where us Kallitexniko kids hang out - this nice spot in the centre of athens. we bought a bottle of wine (”there’s this 1L wine that only costs 4.20″ “NICE” “blaze it”) and i, being the Lightweight of the fucking Century, got drunk after like 30 mins (in my defense i drank a LOT OF IT in a little amount of time!!! and it was sweet wine!!! idk exactly but im sure there’s correlation there)[sidenote: drunk genie is really funny ask @serpensastrum]

so we got hungry, and deliberated on what to purchase and consume like foul teenagers with no standards and we were like noodles?? nah, souvlaki?? nah (actually it was more like “hey i’d go for a souvlaki” and i was like “you know what… that’s a Maybe from me”), so L suggested we get McDonald’s because, Hey, Fuck It, we aren’t decaying fast enough let’s speed this mothertrucker along rite? so we go, buy food (’yea we’ll have 4 cheeseburgers and 3 large fries’ - five mins later - ‘genie why did u let me order when are we going to eat all of this shit’) (spoiler alert: we ate all of this shit), i’ve been dying to pee for the last 30 mins so after we pay L is like “…. dude didn’t u have to like, pee?” and i was like OH DAMN fuck yea so i m like hey where’s ur WC good woman and the lady at the cash register was like ok go downstairs the code is 72** (censored bc of the LAW)(they change the passcodes every hour or so so this was just unnecessary @ me), i go downstairs, speed into the bathroom, do my thing - there’s these little hooks inside the Restroom TM u know?? where u hang ur shit like jackets n purses n stuff so u don’t just awkwardly hold them while ur trying the Peeing in Public Bathrooms Balancing Act (copyright). So my bag is on there. and i speed out. and we stand outside the bathroom with L and this dude who went to our school like years ago before he graduated and went to be a cool adult or whatever men do, and talk. and suddenly im like? uhm shit didn’t the lady give me a passcode for the bathroom? I never used one? So we were trying to figure out where it was needed and then we just noticed that - the fucking digit machine was there but someone had literally uprooted the door out of its hinges. there was no door. so we were all like haha lol how funny and then we walked up the stairs, out of McDonald’s, stood out there talking for a few mins, began our walk back to our friends, when i suddenly felt NUDENESS. WHERE IS MY BAG. i sped down into the bathroom, the stall i’d been using was occupied, and there was A Single Girl in the room. i was like “hey have u perchance seen a Little Messenger Bag” and she just looked so ShoOK she was like “WAIT THAT WAS URS???? SOME LADY JUST CAME IN AND TOLD ME IT WAS HER BAG AND LEFT”. so yeah an old lady stole my shit

[velteris]

I've been following you for a really long time and this is the first time I've ever wanted to ask you a question. But why would you go camping alone without any light? That's just a really dumb thing to do...

(in ref to my tags here im pretty sure)

gather round, dear followers, for a series of anecdotes from Hell Camp, the source of my best and worst stories

when i was twelve my school sent all its year nine students class by class to a five-week camp, which will henceforth be called Hell Camp. here is the setup:

a four-hour drive out of the city into the outback, where there is a farm owned by the school for the express purpose of hosting Hell Camp

28 girls and 28 boys, each in their own dorm houses

no phones. no computers, no ipods, no TV. no internet (within our reach). we cooked our own food on fire stoves and wrote letters by hand to our parents and friends

no lollies, no soft drinks or juice, all our eggs and milk came off the farm

wake up at 5:30am every day to go for a 3km run and then chores on the farm, from milking the cows to chopping our firewood

Bible study every night because this was a Christian private school

“why???” u may ask. “why did your school subject tweens to a month of this???” supposedly to build character and teach u life skills but tbh idk how knowing how to crack a bullwhip is supposed to help me in life

but it wasnt just five weeks straight of same ol farm life there were other activities they had us do!! camp-like activities!! for example:

Pre-Survival

three days to prepare us because we were innocent younglings who barely knew how to start a fire

basically a campsite in the middle of fuckass nowhere? we rode horses there while the counselors (the Hell Camp resident teachers, but ones that deadlift 50kgs and kill spiders without batting an eye) drove with our bags and stuff and laughed as we got inevitably lost

have u ever used a dunny u have to empty urself

it is so gross. there is a field marked out explicitly for burying everyone’s shit, and u have to take turns. so gross. 

there was a shower which was a metal shed with a bucket of water hung up, which u heated over the fire before u went in and prayed it wasn’t too hot

this was like winter time and we slept in swags on the ground and when we woke up there was frost on our swags

i made an iron horseshoe??? the temptation to touch red hot metal is ridiculous tbh it looks so pretty

someone did touch theirs. it was not me. i heard them yell from across the field where i was helping feed horses.

in the middle of the second night the counselors took us to a giant rock in the middle of the bush where u could see the stars and it was amazing you could see the milky way and everything… but the thing was we had to spend the previous 20 minutes in the dark to get our eyes used to it so they had us hold onto each other’s sleeves and walk blindly into this rugged, rock-covered trail through pitch blackness, praying no one in front is going the wrong way

and then. the counselors played a trick on us by getting one of the kids to stay back in the forest and waited to see how long we’d notice. we didn’t notice until it was time to go back im so sorry Kimmy

Survival

ok this the real shit you went with the same group you were with in pre-survival and the counselors drove you out into the depths of the outback and dropped you and your group off with some tools, food, and tarpauline

and then u just lived out there for three days.

we couldn’t start a fire our first night because it’d been raining before??? our dinner was supposed to be rice, potatoes and carrots, and the carrots were the only edible thing bc u cant eat raw rice and raw potatoes.. u just cant.

there were wild dogs around. we never saw them, but we heard them awoo-ing a lot. so whenever someone split off from the main camp to go pee like two other girls would accompany them as an honor guard, singing Kumbaya to keep the hounds away

sometimes people would go alone and then there would be a Sound in the bush and then you’d just hear them screaming “MAMA’S MAKING KAN TONG”

on our last day the counselors set up targets with drawings of kangaroos on them, handed us a bow and 20 arrows, and said “if u can shoot the kangaroo we’ll give u sausages for your last meal”

never in my life will i ever see such ferocity from 12- to 13-year-old hungry girls again

when it was another group’s turn to be on survival, my group was on normal farm duty, and we were out clearing bush scrub when we heard the survival group girls talking and we realised we’d gotten too close.

“hello?? hello??? is anyone out there?” “oh my god someone’s out there oh my god we’re gonna die” “COME OUT, WE HAVE WEAPONS”

THIS WAS A LIE. WE KNEW DAMN WELL THEY HAD THE SAME THINGS AS US AND THOSE THINGS WERE TWO SHOVELS AND A HEAVY DUTY CLIPPER.

and our fucking counselor just went “shhh!!” to us and herded us back like he just straight up left those nine girls thinking there were bush serial killers out for them

also apparently a tree fell on someone’s head at some point in their survival

at night we slept in a row like snuggling each other cause it was So Fracking Cold and lemme tell u it’s an experience being spooned by the girl who used to sigh whenever you raised your hand in class

Four Day Hike

what it says on the label

55km in four days, carrying all your food, sleeping bags, tents, clothes, toilet paper etc. and minimum 2L of water bottles you could refill at big barrels set out at designated stop points

this is, without a doubt, the single worst experience of my life

nothing good happens when u hand a group of kids a map and a compass and tell them “we’ll look for you if you’re not at the campsite by sundown but apart from that you’re on your own”

i was with an athletic group of kids?? they were Walking So Fast and i was just staggering along with my unfit friend like this is how i die on a godforsaken hill on our way to god knows where

actually i had an asthma attack and they left me behind for a bit fun times

the hike went through some willing farmers’ land and one boy who stupidly climbed a fence got chased by a bull

they sent us off group by group so we’d all make our own way, so whenever u bumped into another group you were like. okay one of us was going the wrong way and it better fucking well be you

there weren’t any showers or anything so we basically all wore the same clothes for four disgustingly sweaty days of hiking

someone used an anthill as a toilet bc it had a nice big hole to drop ur toilet paper down

the ants did not appreciate this

when you run out of toilet paper and it’s only 11am

Solo

this was it. the culmination of the camp. the ultimate character building experience.

which was just 24 hours of alternating boredom and sudden visceral terror now that i think about it

u got dropped off (again in the middle of nowhere see a theme yet) with tarp, a lil trowel, and a clipper, and u just set up camp and did whatever u wanted for 24 hours

they let u bring a bible.

i got really into Leviticus and Deutoronomy before it went dark

listen it was really really boring ok

AND HERE IT IS THE BIT WHERE I DIDN’T HAVE LIGHT WHILE CAMPING ALONE

listen when the sun goes down at 5pm, u go down too. there’s nothing else u can do?? u just gotta sleep???

or, like me, lie awake in mortal terror listening to the bush Come Alive

when the wallaby goes THUMP-THUMP-THUMP and you’re like holy shit this is it the abominable loch ness chupycabra has manifested in the australian outback and it’s going to eat me alive jesus christ protect me with the power of this bible

hence the sheer relief when the sun finally comes out and u can walk around without living in fear of accidentally walking face first into a spiderweb or scratchy lantana bushes

also a mini survey went around afterwards and i’m pretty sure a solid 60% of the girls took a shit on solo like… at long last u can take as long in the toilet as u want… without the other 27 girls banging on the door……

other miscellaneous stories that dont fit anywhere else:

one of the boys went missing?? he wandered off and couldn’t remember anything when they found him in the middle of the bush. cryptic

there was this one homesick girl who was REALLY homesick like she cried every day of the five weeks. by the end of the camp she’d approached everyone to talk about her Feelings and you’d just kind of groan softly when u saw her coming towards your bunk bc u knew u were in for a hopeless comforting session

on sundays sometimes we went to the nearby town’s elderly home to talk to the old folks and some of us could play music so we did little performances for them which was rly sweet!

there were lambs on the farm!! we named them Uggboot and i think Fleece Jacket or smth like that

there were cows too!! meat cows!! they were Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner

my first time on cow milking duty i tried to herd the bull towards the milking pens bc i did not realise he was not a cow. i quickly realised when he took very fast steps towards me and i Got The Dodge Out Of There

we spit roasted an entire pig for the final feast before we left and i will never forget it. the first time in my life i had crackling. half the group was weak in the knees cause we saw the pig get slaughtered and the other half was just “sweet, more for me”

whenever the new fruit delivery came in and the hunger games commenced in the kitchen… tween girls are actually ravenous wolves u heard it here first folks

when u going to the bathroom in the bush and u feel something touch your butt… is it a stray hair? is it a piece of grass? is it a bug??? who knows but nothing makes your bowels loosen faster

the unholy horror of finding spiders wherever you least expect it

ANTS IN THE SUGAR

“I saw Goody Proctor with the devil leaving the cupboard open for the ants!!!”

honestly so many things happened at Hell Camp that i can’t remember most of them anymore and it Rankles Me bc i know there were so many wild stories but here you go. some of the wildest ones.

11/10 went back to Hell Camp voluntarily once, would go back again again.

[just-jordie-things]

Just Friends (part four) - Stiles Stilinski

Your knee was bouncing like crazy on the couch of your living room.  Your nerves were eating at you like angry gnomes in the pit of your stomach.

“I’m sorry-” Stiles tried.

“No don’t” You shook your head, looking behind you to the kitchen where your mother currently was.  She’d invited him inside, and Stiles didn’t have the time to say no before your mom ushered both of you into the house.

“y/n I know you didn’t want me to be here and if you don’t want me here then I don’t want to be here if I’m not wanted” You wanted to protest, but you just shook your head, and avoided his gaze.

After everything you’d literally gone through earlier that day, you thought that this wouldn’t happen.  But here you were.

Then your mom came back out, smiling as she sat in a chair across from you.  “So” She said cheerfully.  “How long have you been together?”

“We’re just friends” You said, voice dangerously close to a mutter.

“Okay, well then how long have you been hanging out?” She asked.

“I don’t know” You lied with a shrug.  Even though you knew it was a month and a day.

“Alright... are you going to let Stiles here talk?” Your mom asked, and you looked to your lap.

“Miss y/l/n, it was really nice meeting you, and I’d like to talk again, but my Dad’s been expecting me home for dinner, so I think I should head out” Stiles said while standing.  You secretly sighed with relief.

“y/n can walk you to the door, we hope to see you again Stiles” Your mom said, and you just nodded, walking behind Stiles while your mother went back to the kitchen.

“y/n I’m sorry- I don’t want you to be mad at me” He said, a hand on your arm as you stood in the doorway.

“I’m not-” You glanced to the other room, seeing your Mom was in the kitchen, then whispered.  “I’m not mad at you Stiles, okay? I’m just glad Jerry wasn’t around”

“So I can come by more?” Stiles asked hopefully, smiling a little bit.  You bit your lip.

“I-I don’t know Stiles” You said with a head shake.  “Can we talk about this another time?” Stiles got the hint that you were done with the conversation, which happened quickly with this topic.  “Just.. just give me a few days and I promise we can talk about it again, okay?” He nodded.

“Can I hug you?” You giggled a little, and nodded your head.  Stiles leaned forward, tugging on your arm and pulling you against his chest.  Both of his long arms wrapped around your back.  Your nose was pressed into the crook of his neck, arms laying on the front of his chest.  Stiles set his chin on your head, and after a few seconds, you realized you were swaying back and forth.  You let your eyes slip shut, just enjoying this that you have right here.

“Stiles” He hummed in response.  “Thanks” And that was that.  You pulled away, hands holding each other’s fore arms.  Everything that you’d needed to tell him, came in that one word.  He opened his mouth to speak again, but you heard the garage door in the back opening.  Meaning Jerry was home.

“So-”

“You have to go” You rushed, and he stuttered  string of syllables you didn’t quite catch.  “Now, please” You begged, opening the door, and you pushed him towards it.

“y/n what’s-”

“Please just please go I’ll call you and we can talk about whatever you want I’ll answer any questions just right now you have to go” He paused, sucking in his lips and nodding.

“Okay” He said, walking out the door.  You were about to close it when he turned abruptly, taking your hand.  Your eyes shot up to his, and for the five seconds you stared at him, you realized no one had eyes as beautiful as his.  His hand squeezed yours, and then he let go.  “We’ll talk later” He said, walking off to the Jeep.  He got in quickly, and waved a little before driving off.

You stood at the door for a few extra moments, leaning on the frame and staring as his Jeep became a smaller and smaller dot.  You breathed out heavily.

Why’d you miss him?

~~~

You had quickly ran up the steps, entering the room, and closing your door silently.  You collapsed back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, fingers fumbling over your stomach.  You fell asleep curled up on the mattress.

You woke up two hours later to an obnoxious vibration and the sound of ducks.  Your eyes flickered open slowly, and you yawned as you grabbed your ringing phone.  You glanced at the screen, but pretty much knew only one person would call you anyways.

“’ello?” You mumbled sleepily into the speaker.

“Hey sunshine, did I wake you up?” You shook your head, then realized her couldn’t see you, so you made an ‘nuh uh’ sound into the phone.

“What time is it?” You asked quietly.

“About eight thirty, why gotta be somewhere?”

“No, no just wondering” You said, and rolled over to be laying on your side, curled up slightly under the covers, your phone laying on your cheek.

“So... care to explain earlier?” You licked your lips.

“Yeah okay” You said softly.  Stiles was patiently quiet, waiting for you to speak again.  “Um, Jerry came home” You said plainly.

“Yeah, and what is it that’s so wrong with him?” He asked with a slight chuckle.

“He just uh... he gets drunk and asks dumb questions” You said.  “I didn’t want to embarrass you”

“Please, I don’t know if there’s anything that could possibly embarrass me, I handled your mom right?” 

“Yeah, I guess you’re right” You lied.  If Jerry met Stiles, you didn’t know who he’d beat the crap out of first, you, or him.

“So... I can still pick you up for school tomorrow?” He asked.

“Yeah, yeah okay” You shrugged.  “Just text me when you’re here, and I’ll just come outside to meet you” You told him.

“Alright, I can do that” Stiles said.  “I’ll swing through Dunkin Donuts or Starbucks on the way, what’s your favorite doughnut?” He asked.

“Oh, I don’t know I probably like any kind”

“Probably? Doughnuts aren’t like any other food, they’re a gift from the Gods”

“I’m an atheist Stiles” You chuckled, and he laughed with you.  You suddenly wished that you were there with him, hearing his laugh in person.  It always seemed to warm you up, lighten the mood.  But here, you just felt cold, and lonely.

“Alright, well should I be hanging up on you and letting you sleep?”

“Eh, we all know I’ll be up all night anyways” You said.

“So we can play games?” Stiles asked, a hopefulness in his voice, which made you smile.

“Yeah okay, what games?”

“Chutes and Ladders?” You rolled your eyes.

“Stiles” You scolded playfully.  “What games can you even play over the phone?” You asked, rubbing the corner of your eye.

“Truth or Dare?” He offered.  You thought for a moment.

“I think that’d just be truth or truth” You said.  “But sure, if that won’t bore you” 

“Yeah, sounds cool” He said.  “So, miss y/n, truth or truth?”

“Hmm” You pretended to contemplate.  “Truth” You answered with a giggle.  

“Favorite color?”

“(your answer)” 

“My turn” You said.  “Best memory?”

“Scott peeing on my sand castle in the first grade” You giggled.  “If you could have any pet in the world, what would you want it to be?”

“A turtle” You said.  “Not little, but big enough that I can carry them in both hands” You said.  “I’d name him Jelly” Stiles laughed.

“How creative of you” He said.  “Can I have a turtle too?”

“If I name it” You replied cheekily.

“Okay and what would you name it?” You thought for a moment about it.

“Alexander the Fourth” You replied after a few seconds of silence.  Again, Stiles laugh erupted from the speaker.  Your heart fluttered for an unknown reason.

You went on playing the game for another hour, your voice growing quieter as the night grew closer.  Your mother and Jerry had come upstairs and retreated to their room just down the hall.  You didn’t want to get into trouble for being on your phone, so you continued conversations in a whisper.

“Okay, goodnight y/n” 

“Hm?” You jolted, not remembering the past few minutes.

“You fell asleep, I’m going to bed now”

“How long was I out?” You asked, checking your phone.

“I dunno.. ten minutes tops” Stiles said through a yawn.  You held back your own.

“Okay” You said softly.

“Alright, well.. goodnight”

“Stiles wait-” But he’d already ended the call.  You pulled your phone from your ear, looking at the screen as it faded for a moment, before showing you your home menu.  “Goodnight” You sighed.

Maybe you’d talk to him later.

i’m so sorry i haven’t posted in a few days and i like to post at LEAST once a day... maybe i’ll write a quick little imagine to make up for that.  also.  WHERES MY STYDIA FANS BC THAT KISS(ES)!? DAMN! YES! words cannot describe how happy i feel.  my skin is clear i’m smiling at strangers and i’m flirting with cute peeps.  *high fives self* for once i’m thanking jeff davis.  have a good night everyone  xoxo ~ jordie