#I can just leave the house to physically pick it up myself without involving a middle man to the process and paying more. .. ANYWAY ghjgjh

[ancientgoddessofegypt]

Script Manifestations: The Astrology Edition - Using Mars+Neptune/Scorpio Placements & The Mental Power Of Mercury

Scripting manifestation involves us to use our minds to cultivate the story of our reality we would love to see for ourselves. When we grab does pens to write in those journals about the little things we want we must gravitate to what motivates us to want more. What dreams are we going after? What does your subconscious say about your desires? What does our hearts continue racing? This is why my theory for planets mars,neptune, & mercury come in as the 3 main planetary energies to focus on when writing your scripts to change your reality. Scripting is one of the best ways to dive into the reality we wish to see for ourselves, leaving nothing to chance.. and if you had the power in your hands, why would you?

Also looking at the sign placement of scorpio will help benefit us. If you ask why scorpio, it is simply because scorpio has the ability to use the power of their tongue to magnetize things to them. Wether you have scorpio strongly in your chart filled with stelliums, your big 3 or simply connecting to a certain house, this is how you will polarize the dreams/reality you want to you.

So for people who want to know the best possible way to script using astrology, heres a few theories/observations i picked up.

Mars is the forced within us, the drive, the motivation, the energy we use to go into something head first without thinking it through. Mars is the ruler of aries, but most don't know it is also the co ruler (and the original ruler in sidereal) of scorpio.

The reason why i used mars as the first planet to work with is because mars is the physical aspect of something coming to fruition. And from what I noticed, the script manifestations that did come through i had to ACT out something. Like it couldn't of happened if i didn't do the research, didn't go out there seeking and looking for something to do, or even commit to the thing that i was working on. For example, one day i randomly wrote about the day i wanted to have out in the city, i put it in real good detail (mercury) and even imagined how it would go (neptune). One thing that stood out that day was that i randomly walked passed a store where they were playing live music, at first i felt like i didn't have enough time but then i felt this 'pull' to go in and said fuck it why not lets have some fun! I went in and saw some people in there groovin so i started groovin too! I went home later and checked out the journal and you know what was in there? I literally wrote that i would have the opportunity to just break out and dance and feel myself feeling the good spirits in the area and thats EXACTLY what happened. I didnt remember doing that and thought that was crazy how i got it but overall it was a real special day (and i put that it would be a 'special' day too!)

So with that being said you should utilize mars in your story because you have to will it into your reality by putting the effort & energy forward to get that outcome. Don't leave nothing up to chance if you don't have to.

Now we're dealing with neptune and the imaginary tales that we face when we're alone. Our inner selves mirror the reality we currently live in. Do you not like where you are? Its your job to look into the mind to see what is happening. The power of the imagination can create worlds in our current reality to bring forth the magic we need in this lifetime. So using neptune isn't the easier of the bunch when manifesting and heres why: the imagination doesn't always bring us to the destination. It dissolves the cloudiness that was in the way of us remembering exactly what we want to do. Neptune is the creative force, but with mars it can be willed into reality by simply listening to the higher heart. Everything doesn't always make sense, but the intuitive side of neptune flows and presents us with possibilities for the imagination to show forth its creativity in many ways. Neptune dissolves the means of taking things too serious, so with scripting being in 'delusion' (and i say this lightly) helps with mars walking into the door of unknown territory. Focusing on the higher self and its wants brings longer satisfaction in the souls drive for the human experience to be what it wants and not what YOU and the ego/conscious prefers. In order for things to flow smoothly, we must first meditate (neptune) on what we want, let the mind follow up with the details & description of something (mercury) and then awakening into that idea/plan and going for it with no remorse (mars). Allow your brain to sore into your consciousness to see all the ideas and different places you can go to in your mind, because practicality never wins with neptune. Ever.

Now neptune and mars together brings things to a grounded level. Mars is only doing what the mind wants, so the conscious side of our brains moves to the assertion of what we need or want at that moment. Anything is possible, which is why mars is important in scripting. Once the idea is already plastered on a sheet of paper, we can now admit that we must lead to where the idea paints us to be in. And no matter what obstacles seem to be in the way, it will not stop you from making sure the idea pans out the way it is suppose to. No matter how much we have in store, mars and neptune never care to be prepared... somehow this where mercury comes in.

Mercury is the prepared and unprepared energy of the two. It is the trickster that uses its mind to get what it wants and a lot of times is quick on their toes. Mercury is the descriptive story teller and needs to write out its ideas in order to see the plan come into fruition. Mercury doesnt like doing everything without a blue print, this is the more 'practical' energy of the bunch. Connected to both gemini and virgo, mercury is strong with its power of the mind, the voice, and the brain. So when we're scripting our manifestations, we must ponder on the idea before we go in tooth n' nail. Mercury thrives off the detail of a story, and again, you are the creator of your story.

Now adding all three planets together, we have mars the force in getting the idea to come into fruition. We have neptune, the one that starts it off with the imagination, & our friend mercury who is the planner and the one who pays attention to detail. With scripting all of these are a must and the feeling you get when writing them down also counts for something. Aspects & house placements are important in this too. If you have any random placements like neptune-sun, or mars-venus, mercury-jupiter this detail is wonderful because neptune/sun should focus on the self expression of the imagination. Mars/venus expresses itself through what you have a divine love/passion for, & mercury/jupiter should focus on the optimism and what it believes to be true. Hope this helps as i will present more on the aspects/signs/and house later on.

Now I added scorpio because scorpio is the witch of the zodiac. Its the one that uses its tongue to will what it wants. It can create spells out of the power of its mind and is useful when scripting our realities the way we see fit.

I'd say it's the perfect energy when writing down a clause for the end of our script. It's the spell that magnetizes the fruits we wish to bare. So I say whatever placements you have with scorpio is helpful with script manifestation. For example lets say you have scorpio in the 5th house, this is the house of childlike expression, romance, and talents. So each script you make you can focus on love, sensuality and what ever you are extremely passionate about because THIS will magnetize itself into your reality much faster than anything else. Same for any other house. Scorpio is what we are most passionate about so focusing on the house its in is important. If there is a particular placement in scorpio this can work as well however my focus was more onto the house cause I believe this is fine little detail in script magic. Hope this helps! Part II on this soon!

Ask me questions on how you feel about your placements when working with script magic!

I will be doing a second part of this focusing a small detail on neptune/mercury/mars in the houses & sign. Thank you for listening <3 cheers!

[skylarmoon71]

Clark Kent (Smallville) Short Story - Chapter 5

He’s not really sure how to fix this.

“I’m sorry, It was an accident. I fell.”

That doesn’t sound the least bit believable. He’s been pacing outside of your house for the last twenty minutes. When you hadn’t come to see him the following day, he knew he would have to make the first move.

It’s a lot harder when he’s the one that caused the problem.

Taking a deep breath, he finally marches over to the door, giving it two firm knocks. His ears pick up on movement and he has to physically stop himself from looking through the door to see if it's you. When it opens, it’s not who he expects.

“Can I help you?”

The older man is wearing a pair of glasses, raising a brow.

“Wait a second, you look familiar…You’re that kid. The one that saved my sister..”

Clark holds out his hand.

“Clark Kent, it’s nice to meet you Mr. Wells.”

Harrison nods.

“Likewise. So I can finally put a name to the face. You’re the one she never stops talking about. I think it goes without saying how grateful I am for what you did, Clark.” Harrison shakes his hand and when Clark pulls away he rubs his neck.

“Anyone would have done the same.”

He can’t help but glance past Harrison, no doubt in search of you.

“Would you like to come in, (Y/N) was helping me with a project. Can I get you anything?”

“No, I’m fine. Thank you.”

Harrison walked over to the staircase.

“(Y/N), you have a visitor.”

Clark perks up at the sound of your pattering feet down the stairs.

“I thought we were going to finish the..” Your words trail off when you realize it’s Clark. He gives an awkward wave and you can’t stop the blush of your cheeks.

This is embarrassing.

No words are really exchanged and Harrison looks between the both of you.

“Do you like him or something?”

“Harry!” You smack his arm with all the force you can and he frowns, turning around to you with a glare.

“Just leave.” You grumble.

He’s already betrayed you by letting Clark inside.

“I’ll be in the lab if you need me.” Harry mutters.

He has no intention to get involved.

Now that he’s here, there’s no way to avoid the obvious.

“Come on.” You say quietly. You don’t look at him, and Clark simply nods as he follows you to your room.

~~

“You have a nice house.”

He feels like he has to say something to break the awkwardness.

You still say nothing and he finally sighs in defeat.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I just made an impulse move. Please just talk to me.”

It’s been driving him mad and now you feel guilty. It’s clear he’d come to apologize.

“I didn’t run because of you okay. I-I was just surprised.”

He understands.

“I’m sorry.”

You shake your head, playing with the sleeves of your sweater.

“Clark that..that was my first kiss.”

It’s embarrassing to admit, especially to him.

“I-I’ve never kissed anyone o-or had a boyfriend. I don’t know a thing about relationships or love or anything. I’m just an awkward mess.”

You hug yourself and he begins to see the bigger picture. Clark takes a step closer.

“So you liked it. When I kissed you?”

It’s almost a whisper, and you look up. Your expression probably gives everything away.

“I-I did.” You admit.

His heart hammers and you look away bashfully.

“I-I can’t do this! I can barely look at you! You’re so cute and it drives me crazy!”

The confession is a bit of a surprise, but he can’t help but smile.

This whole time he was under the impression that he was the only one.

“It’s okay if you’re inexperienced or awkward. I don’t exactly have a lot of experience myself. I’m just glad that I’m not the only one.” His movement is a bit hesitant. He takes another step, and now he’s impossibly close.

“Can we try again?”

You finally will yourself to look at him, and you nod.

“O-Okay.”

Clark doesn’t move immediately. You shut your eyes and he grins at the way you stay planted like a statue.

“It’s hard for me to kiss you when you’re as still as a rock.”

“H-How else do you expect me to-Mphp!”

That sneaky fox.

His lips are now laying delicately against your own and your brows knit. You weren’t sure he’d be able to outdo himself, but you were clearly mistaken. His hands run down your shoulders pulling you in. You can easily say that the movies do moments like these justice.

It truly does feel magical.

“Sorry to interrupt.”

The voice makes you pull back hurriedly. Harry is standing at the door and he doesn’t look the least bit sorry or pleased. His glare seems to now be fixated on Clark.

“Mr. Kent, I was under the impression that you were a respectable man.”

Clark stammers defensively.

There’s not much he can truly say to rebuttal that.

You should expect nothing less of your brother. 

[hours2hours]

THE HAWKINS PARADOX: Part One

Joel.

This time, I’ll get the better of my enemy, but the victory tastes bitter. The ache in my teeth serving as a reminder of why I’m here, why I have to do this, and why Aaron Russo will be lucky to leave alive.

I stand against an oak tree, my frail figure easily disguised by the trunk. Two feet from myself is my best friend, Annie. But she isn’t as alert as I, as a matter of fact it seems she wants to sleep above all else. She yawns, and I press my finger against my lips to remind her ‘stay quiet’.

Slowly, Aaron takes step after step directly into my trap, and if I hasn’t been here on such an important task, a smile would cross my lips. 

“Helloo?” He calls. “I’m looking for a deal? From someone named Anon.”

Annie tries not to laugh. It’s anyone's guess how this kid became so gullible, but Annie and I knew he’d never pass up a chance for discount drugs. So, we slid a little flier into his locker, mainly as a joke. But it would prove to come in handy as soon as he fucked me over. Now he’ll think twice before walking into an obvious trap. 

A few steps closer, Annie leans on her bat like a walking stick, ready to fall over from exhaustion, yawning without a care. I glance over the wood, Aaron raises a suspicious eyebrow at the sound. Fuck me.

“Now Annie!”

Without another second to lose, Annie pops out of the tree and strikes him in the temple. “Did you-” I start.

“-Knock the fucker out cold?” Annie interrupts. “That I did. And you were so worried for nothing.”

“Nothin’? It ain’t nothin’ to be careful.” I take the zip ties from my backpack and get to work. “Unless you’re lookin’ to run from the cops again. Who knows? Maybe it’d be a good pick-me-up.”

“Har har,” Annie mocks, tying Aaron’s hands together.

Even with our combined strength lifting Aaron Russo is no easy task. About a foot taller than me and easily twice my weight, it’s safe to say he’s all brute and no brains.

“So I was thinking,” Annie starts, still struggling to drag Aaron into the abandoned supermarket. “What if Miles started joining us?”

“Miles? Are you kiddin’?”

“What? Don’t think he can handle it?”

Miles easily clears Annie and I in height ion about the same way as Aaron. He’s huge, and I think he works out, but strength alone won’t get you through this kind of after-school activity. “Physically, he could handle it.”

“...But not emotionally.”

“It’s hard enough to get him outta that house, you want to bring him intio the town at night to commit crimes? Never gonna happen.”

“Maybe you need to reevaluate how tough your buddy is,” Annie flips her smartphone to face me, showing a text from Miles to her: “For sure! Be right there.”

“Annie!”

“What?! If Miles is gonna be a part of our group now he at least deserves an invitation.”

“That’s not the point,” I pull out another zip tie to bind Aaron’s hands to a metal pole along the floor. “We need to talk things through before making a decision. I don't want Miles involved right now.”

A gentle knock raps three times against the boards blocking off the front door. “Guess who’s heeere,” Annie sings.

“Go tell him to leave,” I reply.

“He already came all this way. If you think about it, it's more dangerous to tell him to go at this point.”

“Just-” I start, frustrated with this whole conversation. “Drop it.”

“You got it,” she turns to face the knock. “Miles! Get your butt in here.”

Timidley, Miles ducks under the boards blocking the door and enters the ruined supermarket. “Hey Joel, hi Annie. What's so important? I sorta left Mateo hanging with this project we’re working on.”

“Annie, a word?”

The two of us huddle together where I shout-whisper, “You didn't even tell ‘em what were doing out here?!”

“I was worried he wouldn't come if I told him,” she whispers back.

“Annie! This is not how you keep friends. This is a nightmare.”

“Uh, guys?” Miles says, pointing one shaky finger forward. “Is that… is he…” his eyes glaze over like he might faint.

“He’s alive!” I blurt. “Unconscious, but alive.”

“You wanna take a swing?” Annie asks with a proud smirk.

“N-no thanks.” He takes a few steps forward. “Is that Aaron?”

“Yep,” she replies.

“Otto’s brother Aaron…”

“You betcha.”

“When he finds out he’s going to hate us,” Miles notes. “Right?”

“Number one rule of kidnapping, don't do a thing without an upper hand. He won't say a peep.”

Aaron stirs, eyes beginning to flutter open. Once he’s conscious, I make sure that my face is right up to his. Bleach-white hair hangs over the shaved side of his head, slick with humidity. I study his face as my leg swings back, delivering a forceful yet restrained blow to his stomach. “Good mornin’ asshole.”

“Good morning to you too,” Aaron wheezes. Despite losing the wind from his lungs, he smiles. He knows well how deeply that smile infuriates me. Over the years Aaron and I have had our fair share of fights, and no matter how badly I hurt him he still won't wipe that sick smile off his face. He may as well be saying, “You can't hurt me, you're just wasting your time.” But today Aaron has finally gone too far.

“I'm not here for the usual cat-fight. You're gonna tell me who killed my dog, I want every detail.” It began the previous night. I was out walking my dog, Toby, late at night. I don't often spend my nights at home, I'd rather be out in the streets playing fetch, digging up old treasure (garbage), barking at the local birds. And as we passed the forest at the outer reaches of Matlock beach, it happened. An ice-cold breeze blew over me, a dark figure approached and just as quickly covered my face with their hand. I thought the hand was burning, but I realized after that it was so cold I couldn't tell the difference. The hand shoved me into the bushes, and when I came to, Toby was gone. I searched all night, all day, but found no sign of him.

Then, a knock at my door. A box appeared with my name on it, and my worst fear came true. The only friend I could rely on for my whole life, lay dead in that box. I screamed until I couldn't scream anymore, it had been the worst day of my life, but it didn't end there.

The next day was when shit really hit the fan. I went to school as normal, but kids I know, and kids I didn't know, would whisper when they thought I couldn't hear. It was only a matter of time before I discovered the video: Emo kid loses it over mail prank, hilarious!

The video never showed what was inside the box, only my horrified reaction. Someone hid in the bushes around my front door, filming me. With Annie’s help we traced the account back to a few old aliases before stumbling on the name Aaron Russo. That brings us to today.

“I'm sorry? Someone killed something? I never heard-” I cut him off with a fist to the nose.

“Don't play dumb with me you little fuck stain. Tell me right now!”

Annie leans on her bat, “if I have to use this thing motherfucker you're gonna regret it.”

Aaron laughs, “it'll take more than that to scare me.”

“Is this why we were invested in Aaron’s old SoundCloud account this morning?” Miles asks. Aaron’s eyes grow wide. 

“Yup,” I reply, pacing circles around Aaron. “And if you don't want your cringeworthy dog shit heard ‘round town, then you're gonna talk.”

Aaron only laughs harder. “Okay? Show them! My singing is a giiiift.”

“Well, If you don't wanna talk, that's fine, no worries.” Pacing away from Aaron, I look into Annie's tired eyes. “Break his kneecaps.”

A delighted fury replaces the tiredness, Annie readies her bat. “Wait wait WAIT.”

Annie pauses, giving Aaron only a moment to spill what he knows, before swinging her bat into his knee as hard as she can. Aaron screams, Miles stands back. I decide to pull him off to the side, all while Aaron's screams echo throughout the room.

“Hey man, you okay?” I begin.

“Yeah, don't sweat it,” his fingers stret h for something to fidjit, and tugs at the hem of his shirt.

“You don't look very relaxed. If you wanna leave it's fine man.”

“No! I can do this.”

“Fuck fine, just stop!” Aaron shouts. Miles and I turn back ready to listen. “I didn't know it was a dead animal, okay?” Aaron continues. “Your reaction was priceless, but that's way too far, I admit.”

“So who's the sonova bitch who did it? What are you not telling me?” I nudge Annie in the shoulder, she resumes her batting stance.

“I don't know I swear to god! Alls I got was a note in my locker. Said I could humiliate you and all I had to do was film you opening some box at some time.”

“Sounds like a pile of bullshit if you ask me,” Annie notes. I'd be lying if I said I didn't agree, but better to hear him out first. 

“It's the truth, I can prove it.” Aaron wiggles his fingers in reach of his pants pocket.

“Do you uh, need a hand?” Miles asks. 

“You’re such a bad criminal,” Annie snorts. Regardless, Miles pulls a small slip of lined paper from Aaron's black skinny jeans. The note reads, 

Be at the home of Joel Hawkins, 6pm in the hour, film his reaction and do what you want with the footage. A satisfactory reward will be waiting at the point marked in the map below. The hours will mark it.

When I’m finished reading aloud, the three of us stand in a circled around the note. A small silence hangs while we take it in, until Miles says, “This person was very deliberate in keeping their identity hidden.”

“Yeah,” Annie continues. “That's some psycho shit. Who do you think it is?”

“Need a list? That'll take a while,” I reply. I side eye Aaron. As vicious as our feud has grown, Aaron never had a stomach for killing. “Oh! I can help with that, Lua hates your guts pretty good, Wendy Anson probably has a photo of you taped to a dart board, theres-” THWACK. I cut him off with a fist to the face. Ready for more, Annie holds me back, “Cool it, Joel. We got what we needed.”

“This asshole deserves it and worse!” 

Blood drips from Aaron's nose into his toothy smile. “Damn right. C’mon, let him finish the job. That's what you want, right?”

“Wanna find out asshole?” I lurch forward, but Miles hand stops me. Not forcefully like Annie’s, but gentle. 

“It’s not worth it, trust me.”

Every inch of me shakes, aching for him to feel the hurt he caused me. Which is the exact reason I didn't want Miles here in the first place. I don't like me when I'm this angry, so what will my new friend think? The only friend I've made since I met Annie, no less.

“You'll get what's comin’ eventually,” I say.

“Yawn,” Aaron replies. “Can I go now? Now that my ketamine deal was a bust I need to go home and find something to get high on.”

Annie chimes in, “Not till we get the money your buddy left you.”

“spent it all on cigarettes and ketamine.”

“Then we'll settle for the smokes. Miles?”

Miles raises an eyebrow before asking flatly, “Why am I the one who has to reach into his pants?”

“Because I want you to feel included?”

“That's sweet of you,” Miles nabs the pack of smokes and hands them to Annie. “Next time I want a different job though.” She hands one to Miles before lighting one between her lips.

“Great,” Aaron says. “You got your info and my last pack of smokes, happy?”

“You're not leavin’ till you delete that video. I wanna see it, and your trash bin.”

“There goes my fuckin’ ad revenue,” he mumbles, but complies nonetheless.

“And for the record,” Annie unties his hands from the floor. “Anon is short for anonymous. It isn't a name, dickhead.”

“Do you mind? My night is already ruined, the least you could do it let me snort ket in peace.”

Annie, Miles and I exit the abandoned supermarket, on the way Annie points backward and shouts, “Don't make us kidnap you again!”

Through the thick bush we enter my vehicle, a dumpster of a truck I managed to scrounge the cash for. Annie hops in the passenger seat while Miles takes the back. “When I asked ya to break his kneecaps, I meant it.” 

“Relax, we got more than we could have hoped for. Look at that big fat lead in your hands!”

It's true, I suppose we should take some credit where it counts. But it doesn't quell the fire alight in my stomach. I don't just want answers, I want him to hurt.

The engine sputters and screams as it turns over, as headlights flicker to life. Old gravel roads lead us back into the peacefully sleeping town of Matlock Beach. A strange town with strange histories, and strange people. But it's more or less a home. If I had the choice of course I'd ditch in a heartbeat, but until that day comes we’re left to create our memories here. Like it or not. From an objective lens, the Beach is a perfectly quiet little speck along the coast of Matlock Lake. The very fact that it’s name is borrowed from another is evident of it’s nature. A tourist town, a place your grandma and grandpa live in the warm Summer months, but the rest of us are stuck here year round. When the snow comes, we can rarely leave without fear of dreadful road conditions, transforming our beach-filled Summer utopia into an icy prison. Even so, I’ll admit this place can be beautiful in the Summertime, at least during the day. The trees canopy each street, blotting out the fault moonlight visible betweden clouds. Wonderful shade in the daytime, but paired with flickering headlights at night, creepy. “Where’re we goin’ anyway?” I ask.

Miles stretches to meet Annie in the front, studying the crude map. “I think that’s right around where Wendy Anson works.”

“Wendy’s out of juvie? Thought Aaron was talkin’ nonsense.”

“Got out last week.”

“And got a job already?”

“The old diner was hiring, you know how desperate they are.”

“Why?” Miles asks.

“Same reason that old convenience store shut down,” I reply, turning down main street. “Too far from downtown, without tourists buyin’ they can’t bring in enough profit year-round. In this case, they’ve been scraping by. Hey Annie, where are we supposed to find this spot?”

“Looks close to the train tunnel. We’ll find it with… hours, I guess.”

“Hours…” I trail off. But before I can give it much thought, we’re already here. The good thing about living in a place like this, nothing is farther than two kilometers. 

“So, someone hates Joel, makes sense,” Miles starts, while I try not to look hurt. “But why go this far? Why be so… cryptic.”

“I’ve done some stuff I’m not proud of, I admit. But I never thought I’d do somethin’ to deserve this.”

“What about Jules?” Annie asks.

“He doesn’t got the nuts.”

Miles peeks his head from the back seat, “What did you do, anyway?”

“Let’s save the stories for another time,” I reply. Miles doesn’t need to know about my past, I can only hope he forgets about it.

The streets on the outskirts of town grow darker with each passing street, as the town cares less and less about replacing bulbs. Miles still sits perched over the seats in between me and Annie, obviously unsatisfied with my answer. “I didn’t do anything…” I admit. “...to Lua. She’s like Aaron, pretty much hates my guts for existing.” And it wouldn't make her the only one, there are plenty of people I’ve had beef with because they didn’t agree with my existence. That's life when you live in a town like this. It begins with a church, an understandable thing to build. People will have their beliefs whether I like them or not. But then years pass, the isolated town stays more or less the same, all while the people grow more and more cultish, until they don’t even remember what their original beliefs were. Instead of being all about love and crap, their believes grow into hate like a disease. It’s no wonder Annie has always dreamt of seeing the world, but as for me, I’d be fine with a city. Cities aren’t so closed off, there’s opportunity there, an escape from the small-town mindset that I’ve grown to despise. But until I can afford to leave, I have no choice but to deal with these problems. 

I exit the vehicle and slam the door shut, heart racing with anger that slowly recedes back into my stomach.

Annie exits the car, popping a few caffeine pills on the way. “Joel keyed Jules’s car with me three times because he’s a little bitch, and he got Wendy arrested, both were hilarious.”

“If by ‘little bitch’ you mean horrible fuckin’ racist then yeah.”

Miles laughs, “well… sounds like the little bitch deserved it. What about this Wendy?”

“She’s crazy and I ratted her out to the cops.”

“Fair ‘nuff,” Miles replies. 

The three of us enter an open field next to a rocky cliffside, barely lit by the near-full moon. The train tunnel runs through the cliffs, and should lead us to the right place. Not far from that is the old diner, which could pass as abandoned with its lights off. But it isn’t what we came for, Annie hands Miles and I large flashlights from her backpack. I flick mine on and scan the inside of the tunnel. It’s barely wide enough for the train to pass through, so we’ll have to be quick.

Creeeeeeeak. My head spins, an eyebrow raised.

“Did you hear something?” Annie asks.

I guide us through the dark tunnel, still aware of that drawn out creaking sound. Something about it sends gives me goosebumps, but what? It sounds almost like any ordinary squeaky tree, you'd hear a million of them if you listen hard enough. “Just the wind. C’mon.” 

Footsteps echo off the long walls as we make our way through. Graffiti  marks every wall top to bottom, but it’s a fair distance before we find our spot. In unnervingly neat writing, Hours To Hours is etched into the wall above a mound of dirt. I find myself staring at the words, even when Annie and Miles are satisfied. Just as I have since I was a child.

It’s an anomaly I’ve grown used to, and one I’ve given up trying to explain to anyone else. When I was just a kid I asked my mom why those three words were etched into my bedframe, but she assumed I did it and scolded me. When I go to the beach in town I manage to find the words somewhere in the sand every single time. Every abandoned spot I’ve explored in or around town has had the words painted on a wall or two, every room in my home has them written in someplace, and I even find brand new ones from time to time. Under the kitchen sink, inked into books, scratched into impossible-to-reach areas like the ceiling above a stairwell or fifteen feet up a telephone pole. But it got so much weirder only a few years ago when my grandfather was in the later stages of his dementia. Only a few days before he died he called me to his room, which was odd enough. Only an hour ago he told me he had no idea who I was. He called me in just to whisper those three words, and I never saw him again after. Though my memories grow foggy, I can recall so many awful moments in my life where I would be shortly reminded of those three words. When I failed ninth grade it was on my report card, when my dog was killed, it appeared just above the reward for the sick person who used it against me.

“Joel? You okay?” Miles eventually asks. I have no idea how long I was staring. 

I dig through the Earth but turn up with nothing. 

Miles kneels next to me and paws at the dirt. “What are we looking for?”

“I don’t know,” I answer. “But there’s nothing.”

“That’s cause you’re looking in the wrong place,” Annie says with a proud smirk, before heading out of the tunnel. Lookling at Miles, he shrugs and we follow her.  

Annie leads us back through the field and points to something across the road. A metal mesh fence surrounds the back end of the building. We walk closer when Annie points to something along its back wall, a tiny red glowing dot. “A camera,” she says. “Looks like it could’ve caught whoever went into the tunnel.”

“Nice catch Annie,” I reply. 

We lose line of sight with the camera and inch closer. Seems they opted for a single door handle lock, should make for an easy bust.

Annie bumps my fist and we walk around to the other side of the building. “Are they still open?”

“Lights are all off,” I say.

“Alright, tomorrow after school we’ll go in and ask to see the footage.”

“What if they don’t let us?” Miles asks.

Annie grins, “Then we’ll do it the fun way.”

[inkfulinsight]

Coffee Talks

Chapter 3

There was always something about Sunday service that made me genuinely happy. It was like all my problems were dropped at the door and I was light as a bird jamming my hands to my favorite praise songs and getting lost in the music of the worships songs I didn’t know. I’d listen to the preacher as much as I could but in this world of technology I’d be tempted to check if I got a message or two at some point during the sermon. To be entirely honest sometimes the message hit me right in the heart and I felt as though I was living the same life with the person up at the podium other times it went over my head, and I just nodded without really soaking much of it. The church, I admit, just being there gave me great joy. Unfortunately, though, I had the habit of picking back up the problems I had left at the door earlier. It is like removing your dirty shoes when you enter a clean house and then I go right back and wear them out because you of course couldn’t leave without your shoes. That was how I carried my baggage with me, and which is why my smile was fading off my face the farther I got away from the church doors. Maybe I should just bury myself in there and never come out. Maybe I should become a nun- it seems easy to say but I think I’d fail at it to be entirely honest.

I pass by an old man sitting on a bench, he has birds around him. I think he is feeding them but that it is not what is so mesmerizing him but rather the contentment on his face from doing this mundane activity. I wonder if I could sit by him and ask him what contentment meant to him and how I could be satisfied with the things in my life and the pace of my life.

Contrary to how I paint it, established that I am a bit of a drama queen my life isn’t as bad as I make it seem. A lot of my problems that have me down are based on what ifs. I dwell on these ‘what ifs’ to the point my energy is completely expended. Another problem I have is existing on my own, this should not be misinterpreted for needing to be involved with someone. The issue is that I am unable to entertain myself, even as a child I never could. I need to be around people in that way I matched their energy and I could act on their excitement and interests by myself I don’t think I had much energy or much excitement for anything else. When I was physically away from said people, I’d spend alarming hours on facetime talking to these same people. I went a whole day once on face time from one call to the other. It was that night I took a notice of this co-dependency on others as a problem and how dangerous it can get if left untamed.

On days when no calls come in or my calls go into voicemail, I watch my favourite drama or cartoon or I look at memes for several hours. It is enough to distract me and for time to pass by before I know what’s happening the sky has turned dark and it is time to sleep. On those days I am not really living, not in the moment at least – not like this old man enjoying his time with the birds. I see a small bird different from the pigeons around him, climb on his shoulder. The man’s smile gets wider as he tries to follow the bird playing on his shoulder with his eyes. He scoops up some bird seeds in his palm and opens both palm the bird swoops down, eating from the man’s palm and the man remains there watching it with great adoration. He seems very satisfied, living in the moment- living. He was living and then there was me. I was just slipping by with time. My 20s were going and most of my days are like this; me contemplating about the life I had barely lived. Soon I’d be married and have kids and that would be it for myself, I’d have to start someone’s life-my kids. These kinds of thoughts really sealed the deal for me that time was in fact slipping and I may just as well allow it. Or not, I catch the bird man again and I have the urge to wave goodbye, as though bye to little comfort he gave me watching him satisfied by the simpler things. I didn’t wave instead I crossed the street, without no interaction whatsoever with him.

Crossing the street of the campus ground I arrived at my second comfort place- ‘Just coffee!’. The too pink atmosphere and the smell of coffee greet me upon my entrance almost as though saying ‘welcome home’. I let go of a breath I didn’t know I was holding. I walk over to the counter. The waiter from last time is the one behind the counter. “Welcome back,” he says smiling awkwardly and I can see in his baby blue eyes he recalls what happened the last time. I have the overwhelming urge to turn around and walk right out the door and never comeback but where would I go?

“Hi!” I reply, raising my left hand, half of my palm is covered by my caramel-colored over- sized wool sweater that was worn over the straight knee length dark brown dress I wore to church. My shoes were the same brown as my sweater and on my ears were pearl earrings and a pearl necklace to match on my neck. They weren’t real pearls though; I got these off amazons for 15 dollars. I had worn them just today and I was counting down already to when they’d start peeling and I’d have to dispose of them.

“Ma’am?” I saw a pale hand waving in my face. I refocused my eyes on slightly worried blue ones.

“Sorry, I got lost in thought,” I say to him.

“Your usual?” he asks, and I look at him a little confused.

“Lemon cake and coffee,” he elaborates, and I smile a little at the fact he remembers. Though it was his job it was nice to know I was memorable enough- that scene we made here should have been enough to keep one memorable-to be remembered. I nodded my head. He punched it into the computer, I gave him my card and then I proceeded to the tray to grab some sugar and milk sachets.

“I knew I’d find you here,” I hear in a familiar thick accent as I am selecting between brown and white sugar. I whip around to see my friend Joshua, sitting with his laptop in front of him and a half-eaten croissant and a bottle of untouched water. His dark hair has been tied into a little bun on top his head with many left running wild and the light from his screen is reflecting blue on his glasses.

“Hey,” I say my smile growing, “when did you get back?” I ask picking both sugars and a sachet of evaporated milk and sliding into the sit in front of him. His light brown eyes follow my every movement. “I missed you,” I said reaching for his hand across the table. He takes my hand and looking at our hands joined together I was still amazed the contrast of my black ones in his white hands. “How was home?” I asked.

“Which one shall I answer?” he said flashing me a smile and I realized something different. “Your braces, they came off,” I said in shock.

“They had to at some point,” he said flashing me a smile of his white perfectly aligned teeth. “Ahh it is blinding,” I say covering my eyes with my hands and at this he starts laughing.

“You are a character,” he says when his laughing subdues and gently, I separate my fingers on my face, so I am peeking between them. “Stop it,” he scolds playfully, and I drop my hand from my face a grin plastered to my face. “I have missed your nonsense,” he says still smiling at me. Joshua is one of the few people that makes me genuinely happy. He used to be my easiest friend to be around but our history kind of removed that aspect of our friendship. However, times like this where I pretend, and he pretends those memories don’t exist. I am reminded of why I like to be around him so much. With Joshua I can be completely myself and he accepts me for it. To be honest I think I am goofier around him than anyone else and because he laughs so easily, I am encouraged to remain goofy. Everything I do is somewhat amusing to him and he constantly tells me I am the funniest person he ever met which I find rather strange because he only ever makes this statement in my time of crises. When I am around him, I’d usually be laughing to the point of tears either from a skit we saw online, or I’d just happy listening to our ‘weird’ music genres. Unfortunately, things I’d rather not think about and people and then a whole continent separated us. He had gone back home to Switzerland for the Christmas break. In those 3 weeks I could have used a good laugh, but the distance was good for us, him especially and I was happy couldn’t reach him because he went to visit his great grandparents in some very remote village where signal was inexistent. If I knew could reach him and I had called, I was sure I’d have further complicated something that was finally unknotting itself and becoming straight again.

“Where is your second?” he asked as the waiter dropped brought my tray to our table, I took it from him mouthing thank you and then I caught sight of his blonde mullet as he walked away.

“What second?” I asked Joshua pretending to be confused.

“Where’s Miwa? Y’all don’t go anywhere without each other,” he stated matter-of-factly. “Kira probably,” I said with a shrug deciding on adding the brown sugar to my coffee. “You don’t sound so happy about that,” I turned around and Samantha was behind me.

“Where did you come from?” I asked and she pointed to the bathroom door. “And you have the audacity to judge me,” I said to Joshua. He and Samantha or as I liked to call her by her Ghanian name Maame- as she was half Canadian and half Ghanaian- had been dating since the start of the Winter semester of our third year. This created a panic in our friendship group of course as the rest of us felt that we might end up pairing ourselves and we weren’t half as excited as Joshua and Maame. For one I got paired with Tom which felt very wrong for reasons unknown to me and Park Won sook who went by his English name Justin got paired with Hala. They took it ever worse than Tom and I because they did in fact date in their first year and it ended very abruptly and in a cold war for several months before they reconciled.

“I heard, you broke up with Jack boring,” Samantha said sitting by Joshua who took her hand in his and put both their hands into his grey coat pocket. Ugh they made me sick, but it was also so cute!

“I like how y’all are now badmouthing him, now that I have separated from him, especially you Maame, who was all praises for him a month ago,” I said dryly.

“Nobody was more annoyed than Miwa,” Joshua said.

“He is an attention sucking vacuum,” I began bringing a piece of cake to my mouth then washed it down with the coffee. I had decided against the milk and just drank it black with some sugar. “Whenever something took attention from him, he instantly disliked the thing or in this case a person,” I finished, eating more cake. I tapped my phone on the table the time read 12:01pm. I guess this was lunch then.

“You mean whenever something took YOUR attention from him,” Samantha said, emphasis on the ‘your’. I just shrugged.

“Hala’s not back yet,” I said shifting the conversation from whatever rabbit whole Samantha wanted to go down this afternoon. My afternoon was on 70% good, and I’d like to keep it that

way. By following Sam down that rabbit hole, I was certain it was going to deflate to about 20% and today I’d like to be happy.

“Probably left Paris and should be back home in Lebanon now. Remember her older brother is getting married,” Joshua said.

“To be a rich kid. I heard she flew business class,” Samantha said loosening her light brown curls and bunching them back up in a bun on top of her head. Her light brows drawn together, and the bottom pink lip pulled into a pout as she focused on ensuring she got all her curls. “I wonder how that would go though, given she’s converted you know,” she added her hazel eyes shining with excitement and something else. She pulled an orange band from her wrist, though it was a blue one she had taken out of her hair, but she wore so many on her left wrist of the same type it didn’t matter which she used to tie her hair. It mattered to me though but rather than complain, I minded my business reminding myself they were all the same type. She tied her hair once then rolled the curls into a messy donut and added another band- a white one. I guess the blue one would be used at the next hair re-tie.

“That would be interesting,” I said, and Sam nodded in agreement. Joshua shook his head at the both of us.

“I don’t think so, a strict Muslim family finding out their daughter went abroad and became Christian. Hmmm,” he said.

“I didn’t mean interesting for her, of course not, I meant for us who would listen to the story,” I clarified. Sam nodded again and then she added.

“I do hope she is okay,” Joshua said worried.

“They are her family, plus she is not even the focus. If she keeps her head down, she’d be fine. They don’t even wear the hijab,” I say to them spouting out things from my mouth like I have knowledge on the workings of a Muslim household because I have one very distant cousin

who I had never met that was Muslim. Realizing that I had very little knowledge on this I reserved the rest of my comments and ended with “she’s going to be okay.”

“So, Miwa got back with Kira,” Sam said dragging us back to her rabbit hole she was interested in throwing us into. I nodded and so did Joshua who was typing something on his laptop might have been an assignment, might have been the superhero comic he was working on. It was about a speedster; I like to call it Flash 2.0 due to the similar plot, but his drawings were very impressive, so I gave him a thumbs up regardless of the bland story line. He looked serious his back hunched slightly over his laptop, his favorite black beaded necklace sitting on his neck and on top of a black shirt that had a print of Lana Del Rey in black and white. He brought his hand to scratch the bush on his chin he called a beard and then he got to typing again. “Given they were apart for 2 weeks, I thought it was over for good,” Sam added on seeing no one added to her first statement.

“She is saved with a red heart,” I blurted out and the news was so shocking Joshua looked up from his laptop and Samantha dropped my fork with a piece of lemon cake she was trying to steal from me.

“That serious hun,” Joshua said once his shock wore off and I raised up my head and brought it down slowly. Like predicted the red heart was in fact that important, just as she was to him. I had a feeling that I was going to have to develop a habit of sharing Tom and not just for a little while but for the long haul this time. I leaned back in my chair sipping on the coffee as Enya’s ‘my heart would go on,’ played through the speakers. Another reason I liked coming here, whoever controlled the speakers understood my taste in music. I could see Sam finishing up my lemon cake, but I didn’t mind, I didn’t want it anymore. In fact, I didn’t have much of an appetite anymore.

[localcactushugger]

Does anyone else ever get sad thinking about the abuse Hawks went through as a kid? Because I keep making myself sad thinking about it.

It's so many different kinds of fucked up that just mixed together and created one huge toxic environment.

#1) The physical abuse.

Right off the bat, Chapter 299 starts with Keigo getting hit by his father for leaving the house. It doesn't actually show Keigo being smacked, instead it shows a panel of their "home". (although it's extremely small and looks more like a broken down shack in a field to me)

But the sound of the "smak" is very much punctuated in the panel, followed by Keigo hunched over with marks on his face:

The marks on his face are prevalent. Even in the smaller panel, Keigo still has a very obvious bruise under his eye and above his eyebrow.

THEN he gets kicked in the side/stomped on for "turning his back" on his father?? (Aka doing nothing. Literally what did he do?? Wtf?):

He's getting smacked and kicked around, but instead of crying or getting upset he just endures. Which brings me to:

#2) The Emotional and verbal abuse. (Strap in cause there's a lot of it.)

Keigo apologizes after his father kicks him for no reason, then he curls up into a ball, clings to his Endeavor plushy, and listens as his own father rants about how much he wishes that Keigo was never born.

^^^^^^^ LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID ASSHOLE. HE'S LITERALLY CLINGING TO HIS PLUSHY FOR COMFORT!! WHY ISN'T ANYONE HUGGING HIM??? CAN I HUG HIM??

Keigo says that he knew his parents were broken, so he endured because he wanted to avoid their fate.

Basically: "I know my parents are broken, but need to endure because I don't want to become broken too."

That's a horrible mindset for a child to have?? He's basically saying that he just needs to take the abuse and hope that he doesn't break because of it?

And I don't know how he wouldn't break from it with the way his parents talk to him, and all the horrible things they say:

The constant screaming/yelling. Like Shit.

"Don't do a damn thing!" " Who did you sell me out too?? You can't fool me!!" "Don't leave this house!" "Don't you dare lie to me!!" "Don't go talking to anyone!!" "You thought you'd get away with it didn't you??"

"How many times have I told you not to turn your back on me??"

"If only that punk was never born I'd be free."

"Why were you even born?" "Why do you even have those wings?"

He's gotten it from both parents. And every time it happens he just hugs his plushy a little tighter.

#3) The neglect.

In pretty much all panels of Keigo's home theres Trash everywhere. If you go back and look at the house there isn't a single panel without some kind of trash in the frame. I see beer bottles, wine bottles, wooden planks, trash bags, newspapers, dirty rags, dirty laundry hanging from the wall & hangers, floor boards coming up, leaks from the top of the walls.

The "house" is barely holding together as it is. It looks like it's about to collapse, and the inside makes you think a tornado ran through it. Nobody is bothering to clean up the mess. In fact the only person who seems to be patching up the house is Keigo. This seems to be a routine for him since he can be seen picking up a wooden plank to fix the wall. Too bad his father kicked him before he could repair the hole 🙃.

Seriously does the "house" even have running water? The windows are broken the walls are made of tin roofing tiles. Does it even have heating or insulation? It's obviously not suitable for a child. I'd be afraid that the roof was gonna fall on me while I was sleeping.

I understand they can't buy a proper home. But it wouldn't be so bad if someone acutely bothered to clean the inside a bit. At least maintain the house so your kid doesn't step on a nail, or glass from a beer bottle. IF A CHILD CAN PATCH UP A WALL SO CAN YOU. WHY IS KEIGO DOING ALL THE WORK?

You people are gonna get rats and bugs. (If you dont have them invading your "house" already)

And that's only the house.

What about Keigo? He doesn't even have shoes. His shirt is torn at the seams. And his parents didn't even notice when he left? Keigo's dad yelled at him for leaving the house and going outside, but was anyone even watching him in the first place? How does your child leave the house and make it halfway to the city before you notice? This little bird looks like he weighs 5 pounds! He's gonna get kidnapped!!

His mom is obviously unstable and she stares at the wall all day. And his dad hates him for existing. So I guess no one was watching him?

His mom also doesn't really seem to care when Keigo gets yelled at, hit, and kicked either. She just kinda stares at the wall. Then when her and Keigo become homeless and start living in a train station she guilt trips him into stealing for her. Like Really??

HE GOT INTO A CAR ACCIDENT TOO! You sent your child out to steal for you and he literally got into a car accident. He managed to save everyone involved but still, are trying to get your son hit by a truck? This is why I have so many mixed feelings about Tomie.

#4) Being held hostage in his own home.

This one is self explanatory. Keigo got hit in the face just for going outside. He was held hostage in his home for so long that he didn't even know heroes existed. And this is a society where heroes are everywhere. I'm sure it was a lonely childhood, kinda hard to make childhood friends when you get beaten just for leaving the house.

#5) Whatever the fuck "rough training" was.

I know we haven't seen Keigos "rough" training yet. Horikoshi only went into a little bit of detail about it when he mentioned that the commission taught Hawks negotiation skills as a kid. And then theres that one image in the Season 4 outro where Keigo has a blindfold on as a child during training.

But I still would like to know more.

Why would you put a child through "rough" training, strip him of his name, and tell him it's all because he's gonna become a "special hero" right after you've pulled him out of an extremely abusive situation. Like, you aren't gonna wait a bit? Preferably until he's a teenager? Not gonna give him therapy or something?

Isn't pulling a child out of an abusive situation and putting them through "rough training" kinda like transfering them from one abusive household to another?

LET THE BOY REST! LET THE KID BE A KID. YOU ONLY HAVE ONE CHILDHOOD AND HE'S ALREADY MISSED OUT ON MOST OF HIS!!

The training can wait.

If you want help him and support his family, do it out of the kindness of your heart and not because you think he'd be a useful hero.

I honestly don't know how this "training" went for Keigo, but considering that he doesn't currently have the best relationship with the HPCS . . . Well I don't know. All I know is that he never really seems too happy around people from the commission. He doesn't seem to agree with any of their ideologies either.

Honestly I just want him to find peace!

Based on what we've seen so far, (*cough* especially from the Todoroki family *cough*) you really shouldn't be training a child to become a hero in the first place. The training can start as a teenager if someone chooses to train.

Look at the way you massacred my boy! Give the kid a break for fucks sake!!

And these are just the early years. Don't get me started on everything else ✋🙄

[duckugou]

the blood on our hands

bakugou x gn!reader

aged up!

cw: a n g s t as hell. comfort. cursing, mentions of drinking, smoking, etc. alluding to depression and anxiety. dealing with trauma of missions and losing people. a ton of mentions of blood

this is a heavy topic in the hero universe i imagine- and generally in the mental health world of it all.

lyrics are from purple flowers by ande estrella which hold a very important meaning that has nothing to do with this- they just worked with the story. But fr go listen to it bc its so good.

come to my asks to be a part of my taglist! just let me know what kinds of fics/ what fandom/ what characters/ etc you want to be tagged in! Requests are open!!

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reality is heavy and loud

Spacing out was more than being distracted to Y/n. Being a young hero meant stressful situations, overbearing management, tight spaces, stuffy meetings, and so much... blood. It takes a toll on a young person. Of course they wanted to be a hero- wouldn't chose anything else. They grin and bear this shit for a reason- to save and help people.

But god, who saves the heros?

but white has the privilege of washing machines to wash out the stains from their comfortable jeans

Some nights, after wrap-up meetings, everything was a bit too heavy. The usual group of friends and young heroes would choose someone's house to go to in order to destress.

For some, that was smoking. For some, it was drinking, video games, napping, venting, sitting outside alone yet with company. And for some it was merely listening to everyone else.

Not having to make a decision. Not having to be responsible. That's what y/n picked every time.

Bakugou would always notice them alone in the corner of the room. They were the one to come up with destress gatherings after hard missions. Bakugou knew it was so they wouldn't be alone with their thoughts. That's why he would always step in at times like as get them to talk, so those thoughts dont stay trapped in their head.

"Hey." Bakugou muttered, sitting on the floor next to y/n in Denkis apartment.

"Hey."

"You good, dude?" Bakugou asked with genuine concern.

He was always a bit nicer to Y/n. Nobody knew why, yet everyone knew why. They both were fragile and chose to hide it during the day, being strong around others to not raise red flags.

"I'm okay...just. That one was bad. I almost lost that kid. Like she almost fucking- died in my arms." Y/n choked out.

"Hey hey hey, its okay. You got her to the ambulance in time. You did that shit. You always do. You're the best in the game at comforting little twerps." Bakugou attempted to comfort them- somewhat succeeding and holding their head against his chest.

One time, Y/n mentioned that they held kids against their chest during rescues to calm their heartbeat. "If you listen to a calmer heartbeat, you're more likely to try to match it and slow your own down." Of course you wouldn't think Y/n would be able to have a calm heartbeat during a rescue, but they are very talented at controlling their nerves. Part of being a hero.

wiping the blood off their hands to their thighs, wearing the blood of the people who've died

Y/n subconsciously calmed down a bit, Bakugou's ability to remember every word that drips off of Y/n's lips paying off.

"I know. I just can't stop...thinking about everyone I've- we've lost. Its so unfair."

"I know. Hey, you have- uh. Lets go to the bathroom." Bakugou noticed a smudge of blood on Y/n's face and a bit on their hands. Cleaning up was the last thing on their mind earlier on.

"Ok."

Taking each other's hands, they walked into the bathroom. Bakugou sat Y/n on the counter, turning on the sink and grabbing a cloth.

"O-oh god. Thats fucking blood. I thought I washed my h-hands." Y/n began panicking, causing Bakugou to put their hands under the water with soap, washing it all off for them.

Tears mixed with the water from the sink and Bakugou stayed silent. Wiping their face, Bakugou looked into Y/n's eyes. These two have just always known.

They know what people can hide. What secret messages the body language of a person can hold. And he let them grip onto the back of his shirt as he held them in his arms, Y/n not being able to cry anymore and just breathing in his scent from his shoulder.

but dont let the purple flowers fool you

"Listen. We're going to get through this one. I know its hard on you- all of the families involved. But you- we saved them. We're all here for each other right? I'm here for you." Bakugou pulls Y/n back a little to look into their eyes. "You are the strongest one here. I know it fucking hurts. I know it is so...scary-" He sniffles a little, letting his own emotions take over. Something only he did when they were alone together. "- but we're heroes. And human. We are allowed to feel pain and sadness and disappointment- but we're heroes for a reason, right? We can handle this shit."

"I know we can. We always have. Just... promise you'll never leave me?"

"Youre so stupid. I've been more careful lately." He scoffs, wiping tears from his face. He of course knew that Y/n was referring to a few weeks ago when Bakugou got too caught up in the mission and was almost crushed by debris. He was pulled away in time by a fellow hero but it still opened his eyes, as well as Y/n, to how fragile they are, even if they are the heroes.

"I know Kats, but please. You're my rock in here. You're my person." Y/n says looking into his eyes.

"And you're my person. I can't leave you behind. You wouldn't know what to do without me here." Bakugou chuckles, earning a shove from Y/n.

"Katsuki." Y/n starts, holding his hands in their own.

"Yeah." He sighs.

"I don't speak lightly of feelings, you know that right?"

"Of course I know that. You don't talk much about those to anyone-"

"Except you." They interrupt Bakugou, reminding him of the importance of their unspoken bond and making his heart race.

"Yeah."

"Then you'll know how hard it is for me to say this. But- Katsuki I think I love you. I know we aren't super affectionate outside of being alone but- I've never felt what I feel with you before. I understand if you don't feel the same way and if this was all just because you felt bad but I needed to tell you that because you're really important and this is very import-"

Bakugou, in the most cliche turn of events, cuts Y/n off with a kiss to shut them up.

Pulling away, Bakugou rests his forehead on Y/n's .

"I love you too. I thought that was obvious when I never stopped you from saying my first name, idiot." He chuckles lightly.

"I kinda figured you at least liked me-"

"I'm going to keep you safe forever. That means physically and emotionally. No more hiding any feelings from me just because there are people around. Pull me aside. Hold me if you need or want to- I dont care if the whole world sees that. But just- fuck Y/n. I know you feel fragile. I know what it's like to be scared and hide it. I'm your diary now, ok? Always."

"Thank you...Katsuki. Fuck. You're everything I've ever needed. Plus youre kinda cute too I suppose." Y/n giggles.

"Oi fuck off." Bakugou kisses them again, relieved that he can finally be himself with Y/n, that he has them finally.

"I'm your diary too them, okay? I mean it. Anything, any time, say the word." Y/n says lightly, squeezing Bakugou's hand.

"Fuck. I love you."

"I love you too. I love how that sounds coming from you by the way."

"Me the fuck too-" Bakugou was interrupted by a loud yelling-

"I GOTTA PISSSSSS" followed by banging on the door.

"MAYBE YOU SHOULDN'T DRINK SO FAST THEN LIGHT WEIGHT!" Bakugou responds, recognizing the voice of Denki.

"DONT MAKE FUN OF MEEEE I'LL LAUGH AND PEE MYSELF" Denki whined.

"Let's go, angel." Bakugou whispers into Y/n's hair, kissing them on the head and helping them off of the counter.

[thenovelartist]

ABC Fluff Headcanons - Luke Pearce - Tears of Themis

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

You may be the Watson to his Sherlock, but he knows you’re not a follower by nature. You stand firmly on your own two feet. And though it may scare him at times, particularly when your safety is on the line, he can’t deny the pride he feels watching you go above and beyond in all you do, especially when it involves others. That selflessness paired with your determination is what he truly admires about you, and he hopes that you’ll never change, no matter what trials you face.

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

Your smile. Because if you’re smiling, he knows everything’s going to be okay. He also knows when that smile is forced and when it’s faltering, prompting him to take action of his own to protect or hold you. It’s a tell-all for him, and that brings him comfort.

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

In any way he can. He loves holding you. However, he likes it best when you’re chest-to-chest with his arms around you holding you close, no matter if it’s a long hug, lounging on the couch, or snuggling in bed. It’s a versatile position, allowing for you to either meet each other’s gaze while still having close physical contact or for hiding your expressions, such as you snuggling against his chest or him resting his chin on top of your head. It fits for every scenario.

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

Ideal date? Well… a date… with you. He’s not picky. However, he definitely leans towards the more casual settings. Things where you two can be relaxed around each other, chatting and bantering all the way. Whether that’s strolling around town or a camping adventure or even relaxing at home with a familiar movie you’re not really watching in the background is up to you, but he’s down for any and all of them.

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

He’s… well, not quite an open book but rather a book you have to open. He frequently puts on a happy face, so sometimes, you have to break past that. Once you do, he’s not ashamed of being open and honest about his feelings. He wants first and foremost for everything to be okay and for you to be happy, but if you’re shutting that down and calling his bluff, he’ll surrender and be open to having heart-to-hearts so as to get on the same page as you.

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

Yes… and no.

No, he doesn’t want a family because the lingering fear and guilt of leaving them behind would weigh heavily on his soul. But, if he was being honest with himself and the fear of his life being cut short wasn’t hanging over his head, his answer would be “how many kids are you willing to give him?” None? Okay, he gets you to himself. Five? Fantastic, he’d love a busy house. Adopt? He’s already got all the forms downloaded. Mix of both? Perfect. Family is what you make it, and he’s more than happy to make one with you, no matter what form that takes.

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

He loves things from you and accepts them all as a treasure. But he places the most value in things that are made. A solid ninety percent of the gifts he gives you are ones he made himself. He doesn’t see the value in giving gifts just to give them; they should either mean something or bring some sort of use to you. To him, gifts mean the most when time and effort was poured into it.

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

All. The. Time. He wants contact with you, and hand holding can be both perfectly innocent and sweetly intimate. And little squeezes here and there can communicate without words. He loves it.

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

Instantly blames himself. He’s there to protect you, and if you get hurt, that means he failed miserably, so you’ll likely have to coax him out of his self-abusive state. Doesn’t matter if it’s anything from a papercut to a large accident, he’ll think it’s his fault, and he will be by your side as much as humanly possible during your recovery. And if it has something to do with NXX? I pity the person who caused you harm. He’d devote far too much time and resources to hunting them down as quickly as humanly possible and making their life a living hell.

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

You’re childhood friends. There’s plenty of teasing and inside jokes to go around. It might just be impossible for you to go a single day without one inside joke or playful reference to the past being pulled up.

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

Luke’s kisses come in one of two varieties: Reverent and Passionate. Reverent kisses cover most kisses, consisting of everything from good morning to good night to general pecks on the forehead, cheek, nose, you name it. The ability and privilege to kiss you means a lot to him, so no kiss is ever taken for granted. Passionate kisses, on the other hand, are less about the way he pulls you close or presses his lips against yours and more about him emotionally baring his soul in those moments. However tangled or feverish that kiss ends up being is only a byproduct of him wanting to express just how much he genuinely adores you.

L = Love Confession (how do they confess?)

You will have to drag it out of this man. Not so much the confession but the confidence to admit he wants to be with you, in sickness and in health, for as much time as he has left. So really, it’s far more likely that you confess first and he’ll admit he feels the same while telling you all the reasons you can’t be in a relationship. Only once you get over that will he pour out all his secrets of how long he’s loved you and how deeply he loves you… And potentially propose right then and there.

M = Marriage (What does the wedding look like?)

He could elope with you and be perfectly happy. And honestly… he might be the happiest with that. If you wanted an actual wedding, he really would have no problem letting you have what you wanted, but the beauty of an elopement is that it can be done sooner rather than later, and he thinks he’s running on borrowed time. If he’s gonna marry you, he’d want to do that, like… yesterday. So if you’re up for an elopement, you basically have twenty-four hours to find a dress because he’s gonna take you down to the courthouse ASAP.

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

That he’s going to die soon and leave you behind. The biggest stressor for him is letting you get more attached to him because then his death will be even harder on you. And then what if you end up getting very close to him and marrying him like he wanted, only for him to leave you a widow at a young age? Or worst of all, what if he leaves you a single mom? He already hates the thought of leaving you, but leaving his kids behind…

He tries really hard not to think too deeply on this but it feels like a waking nightmare he’s not going to wake from any time soon.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

This man cannot go forty-eight hours without making at least one Sherlock Holmes reference. And he occasionally has the knack of saying them… at the worst time.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

I don’t think he’d be into cutesy, couple pet names all the time. Instead, I feel like he’d probably use “Watson” or any other childhood nickname he had for you on the regular basis. “Baby” and “Sweetheart” are probably in use, too, but he would tend to save those for quiet or tender moments. And “love” is reserved for the private, more intimate moments.

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

In any way he can; you just have to be present. Quality time for Luke can be anything from you two sitting in the same room while doing different things to going on an adventure together to an intimate date night. As long as he’s with you, time is not wasted.

R = Romance (how do they show their love and affection?)

Yes, yes, there’s grand gestures, but his love is shown in the little things. It’s the way he always is looking out for you, like offering you a moment to sit if you’d been walking a while or water if it’s hot. It’s in the way he squeezes your hand in the middle of a conversation. It’s the way he texts you reminding you not to over work yourself before ending it with an XO. Every day to him is precious, and he’s not going to bother with large, elaborate gestures of love if he can smother you in little, affectionate ones all day every day.

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

He’s pretty open with you, but the few secrets he has? Those he keeps locked away in the deepest part of himself. He will not let on that he has those secrets unless you get an inkling of their existence and go fishing to pull those secrets out of him. Keep at it; he won’t last long because he’s weak for you.

And of course, there’s state secrets he literally can’t tell you, but that’s a different matter all together.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

Freaking years.

This boy has been in love with you forever and could have asked you out as early as high school, but he didn’t. Then you were apart for eight long years, and he could have started something up with you soon after you two reunited, but he didn’t.Instead, he plays the “beat myself up with regrets” game and wastes even moretime trying to logically distance himself from you before you eventually have to forcibly break him down. Only then does he cave. But the “beat himself up game”? Yeah, that never quits. Because eventually, he’ll beat himself up for wasting so much time to make a move.

You really have to help this boy out of those habits.

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

Will do anything to make you smile again. If you’re sad, he’ll try to pick you up with either a smile and some light banter or a hug and soothing words. If your mad, he’ll try to redirect or release your anger in any way he can. If you’re mad at him, que the kicked puppy look as he practically falls to his knees and begs for forgiveness.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

He will show off when he can, usually about his detective skills or ability to fix things, and he will look like a five-year-old boy trying to impress a girl on the playground while doing it. Be sure to praise him for those moments. You will be rewarded with a grinning blushy boy.

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

No. No. No.

…

Until you put your foot down and insist you’re gonna be by his side in a fight no matter what. He literally cannot win against you. And he hates it.

However, he is 110% your warrior and will be until he draws his dying breath. Nothing is going to change that. So if he can fight first and keep you from fighting in the first place, then he’ll do that.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

Like a book. He’s known you waytoo long to not be able to. Even those eight years didn’t change you too much, and he was able to relearn everything that felt new to him fairly quickly.

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

One of two ways. In scenario L, after the love confession, he would propose marriage in the heat of the moment. You’d probably already both be crying and a total wreck, but your hearts would already be out on the line, and he’d just take that moment to drop the bomb of “please be by my side for the rest of my life”.

OR if that didn’t happen, (or maybe it did BUT he didn’t consider it a proper proposal and wants a redo) the proposal would be nothing big or fancy. Rather, it’s in a quiet moment between the two of you, either hanging out at your place or his. He’s sure to get down on one knee, holding your hand reverently as he pours out his heart to you. You’ll be in tears and his eyes will probably be glassy too by the time you say yes. At which point, he’ll put the ring on your finger and then hug you tight. And probably not let you go until absolutely necessary.

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

You.

No, really. You’re basically his world, so as long as he’s able to see you and know you’re okay, he’s okay. And if you want to settle him with sweet words and gentle touches, go right ahead.

You will also put him to sleep if you massage his head with your nails, so be sure to pet the Golden Retriever Puppy. Let him have a moment where he isn’t carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.

[paulbunyanstatue]

“You are being ridiculous. Just give it up.”

“I will not,” Damian growled fiercely, glowering up at Jason with a look that could rival that of a madman. He was still clad in his Robin suit save only the cape, which he detached and dropped to the cave entrance as soon as he stepped out of the Batmobile. Despite a disappointed tisk from Bruce, the black cape remained in a crumpled heap by the passenger door, where it would stay for the few remaining hours of the night. Patrol with his father was boring that particular evening, giving Damian ample energy to waste arguing with Jason now in the cave.

“You are not stronger than me.” It was obvious Jason was trying not to laugh at the absurdity, which only infuriated Damian further.

“I am.” Damian snarled. “My training greatly surpasses yours. No offense, Father,” he added softly and Bruce rolled his eyes from his chair at the computer to the side. He still wore his suit, but his cowl was pushed back to reveal tired eyes scanning the files on the screen before him. “I was trained by my mother, my grandfather, and now my father, in case you have managed to forget. Therefore, I am far superior than you in every aspect. Including physical strength.”

“Funny you should mention your mom, kid-"

“Jason!” Bruce snapped and turned in his chair to glare warning daggers at his second child.

“I was just going to say, I was also trained by his mother,” Jason hissed back, but he couldn’t hide his obvious amusement. “And you, for that matter.”

“Your time with the League was more considered babysitting, Todd, since your brain was equivalent to a scrambled egg.”

“Damian,” Bruce sighed, rubbing at his temples with his pointed fingers and turning back to the computer screen.

“You’re insane,” Jason chuckled passively, and he thought Damian was going to screech like a pterodactyl at the dismissal.

Tim entered the cave from the main staircase digging the palm of his hand into his eyelid and chewing loudly on the tip of an empty plastic Go-Gurt tube. Bruce looked him up and down, taking in his pajama shirt and boxers with a frown. His hair stuck up in several directions, like his head had met a pillow for a short time before he got up again.

“What are you doing down here, ziskayt? Shouldn’t you be in bed?” Bruce asked, voice low with a specific kindness he reserved just for his family.

Tim should have been in bed. He and Bruce made an agreement that Tim would stay in bed tonight and sleep before they worked intently together on a fast-approaching case the following day and evening.

Tim perked up with sudden intensity and approached Bruce with fast footfalls while ripping the yogurt tube from his teeth. His cheeks were only slightly pinkened at the endearment Bruce called him, as it was one his grandmother used when he was very young. “Well, hang on a sec, B. I actually had to come down here and inform you of a break through I found in our case. Check this...” he unfolded the stapled packet of papers previously tucked securely under one arm, and he smoothed it out over the table in front of Bruce. The man listened silently while Tim quickly explained his findings, leaning over the table and occasionally pushing the bangs back from his heavy eyes. Tim’s hair was longer now than it had been when he first became Robin at thirteen, to the point that he sometimes pulled it up into a runt of a ponytail just to keep it from cutting irritatingly into his eyes.

“Very impressive,” Bruce murmured after the presentation, picking up the packet for himself and flipping through the discoveries. Tim beamed and hopped up onto the computer desk, sitting down next to the monitor and facing Bruce. He returned the plastic to his mouth and chewed aimlessly, watching Bruce for his next instructions and kicking his legs lightly. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard Jason speak next.

“I bet you can’t even lift Tim,” Jason planted his hands on his hips and smirked, knowing exactly how this challenge was going to end.

Tim wrinkled his nose and furrowed his eyebrows. From his perch on Bruce’s desk, he quickly intervened before this developed further.  “No, no. Absolutely not. I am not getting involved in-“

“Too easy. Drake maintains atrocious self-care habits,” Damian interrupted with an eye roll directed toward Jason, acting as though he didn’t hear Tim at all.

Tim frowned at the blatant insult to his person, and lifted his arms up with irritation. “Hey, wait a sec-"

“He’s far thinner than he should be. That’s way too easy. Pick something harder,” Damian demanded, pointing an aggressive finger at Jason and nearly growling.

Tim scoffed and muttered, chewing furiously on the plastic, “Bruce, your kid is out of control. You should consider muzzling the mashuganas whelp.”

“Timothy Jackson-“ Bruce reprimanded and reached up to yank the Go-gurt tube from Tim’s mouth. The plastic ripped from his lips with a pop and left behind a surprised O-shaped mouth in its wake. Bruce crumbled the garbage and tossed it into the trash can tucked beneath the desk.

“He started it, didn’t you hear what he said about me?” Tim asked in bewilderment, still spinning after receiving the dreaded middle name.

“I did hear him. And shouldn’t you be in bed now?” Bruce repeated his earlier question with an eyebrow ticked in curiosity.

Tim wrinkled his nose. “I will. But I was hungry and also I had to tell you about this case first, and-" Bruce leveled a warning look at him and Tim rolled his eyes, crossing his arms across his chest. “Point stands, he is being a mashuganas whelp.”

“Drake, you should learn to keep your opinions to yourself and save us all the wasted time of listening to you speak,” Damian snapped in defense, fists clutches firmly at his sides.

Tim laughed loud and harsh at that, a sound that felt grating in Bruce’s ears with the onset of a headache. “I should keep my opinions to myself? Have you even heard-“

“Boys, that’s enough,” Bruce demanded, voice low and holding up a hand to cease all arguing. The only sounds resonating in the dimly lit cave were the quiet snickers of Jason, muffled by his own hand pressed firmly to his mouth. “I am going upstairs now.” He faced Damian with a serious eyebrow raised and stated factually. “You have school in the morning. And you,” he faced Tim, who was silently chewing on the inside of his cheek in the absence of his Go-gurt tube, “will be staying home from school tomorrow because you obviously have several hours of sleep to catch up on yourself." When Bruce found out that Tim had dropped out of school during his unfortunate leave of absence, it took him nearly an entire month of near-begging and vague threatening to get Tim to go back. Once Alfred got involved and asked Tim in the kindest, softest voice if he would please consider finishing high school, Tim was unable to refuse. "I expect to hear both of you upstairs and walking into your rooms within the next fifteen minutes.” He stood up from his chair and walked toward the cave entrance with long strides. “You do not want me to come back down here and collect you, trust me.” And without another word or a look back at the stunned faces left in his wake, he strode into the locker room to change, and then reappeared just to walk up the stairs.

But Jason wasn’t quite finished yet. “I can pick up Tim, Damian. Prove to me that you can and I’ll admit that your training was ‘far superior.’” He crossed his arms with a smirk, and Damian could no longer deny the thrilling desire to annihilate his brother in this argument.

“And that I am stronger than you,” Damian demanded and Jason agreed. “Fine then!” He threw his arms up and spun toward Tim, who scowled deeply and shook his head in response. “Oh come on, Drake. This will only take a minute. Might as well make your time down in the cave useful, for once.”

Tim scoffed and slid off the counter. He flipped his middle finger up in an insult directed toward Damian and stalked off toward the cave exit, following Bruce’s path to the main part of the house. Before he reached the stairs, Jason appeared next to him, grinning hugely like a villainous cartoon cat and wrapping a halting hand around Tim’s wrist.

“No, Jay. Stop it!” Tim hissed and tried to pull away, but Jason ducked down and scooped him up, holding him tightly in a bridal hold. “He can’t carry me, this is a waste of time.”

“Lies!” Damian protested.

Jason ignored Tim and approached the youngest. “You have to hold him for thirty whole seconds. Count starts as soon as I let go. Ready?”

Damian straightened and raised his chin, nodding with confirmation and reaching his arms out in preparation.

“Jason.” The last-second plea fell on deaf ears as Jason bent forward and delivered him into Damian’s arms. The transfer was shaky and Tim grasped at the collar of Damian’s robin suit, wishing to drag the brat down to the floor with him when he would inevitably end up there.

Jason stepped back and waited, smirking.

Tim realized with an eye roll just how annoyingly close to the ground he was in the arms of the child, but his grip didn’t loosen based on principle. Damian was huffing quietly, redness tinted his cheeks.

“See, Todd?” He hissed through teeth clenched tight with effort. “Easy.”

“Sure, bud,” Jason snickered. “You make this look so easy. Twenty seconds left.”

“This is a bad idea,” Tim muttered as he felt Damian’s legs shake beneath his carrier.

“Fifteen,” Jason announced, watching with raised eyebrows that Damian misread as surprise, when instead he was waiting for the expected result. “Ten.”

Tim grimaced, bracing himself for a hard landing. At Jason’s announcement of five seconds, and right on his expected schedule, Damian’s legs buckled and he fell forward, dropping Tim to the ground and landing with his sharp knees digging ruthlessly into his brother’s side.

Tim huffed and slapped his palms to the cold ground beneath him. “Shocker,” he murmured sarcastically and stood up, pushing Damian off of him in the process.

“That landing was pathetic, Drake. No wonder Grayson chose me,” the kid growled, wiping at the suit covering his knees.

Tim’s mouth fell open in response, a hurt crease created between his furrowed brows. But before he could respond, Jason reached out and lightly smacked the back of Damian’s head, sending him a furious warning look.

“The brat is only joking, Tim,” Jason confirmed quickly. “He’s just lashing out because he’s angry that he is the weakest person in the room.”

“The room? Absolutely not, I demand a do-over! I know I’m stronger than Drake.”

Half an hour after Bruce’s departure from the cave, he groaned dramatically under his covers. He never heard his children walk past his door and retreat to their own bedrooms. So now, due to his thin-veiled threat, he had to go get them. He threw the covers aside and heaved himself from the mattress with a grumble. Upon walking down the cold steps to the cave, he heard loud shouts that he was unable to decipher. His feet quickened on the tile until he reached the bottom, where he froze and watched with an irritated, and slightly amused, frown.

“Damian, lift more!” Tim shouted, his arms tucked under Jason’s armpits, and straining to lift his top half to Tim’s bellybutton. Damian held Jason’s calves on his shoulders and was groaning near-constant.

“Focus on your own side!” Damian cried out, more desperate than Bruce has heard from him. Damian pushed his palms up against Jason’s calves but they hardly lifted.

“Ha!” Jason crooned, sounding comically relaxed compared to his struggling brothers. “Told ya you two couldn’t lift me above your heads. My weak, baby brothers.”

Damian growled at the taunt and Tim laughed, his shaking arms dropping Jason’s top half an inch closer toward the ground before he recovered again.

“Boys!” Bruce snapped and looked at their frozen forms with narrowed eyes. “I told you to go to bed. Come up here right now before I carry all three of you up.”

They gracelessly released Jason to the floor, who landed with an “oof” that brought a chuckle to Damian’s throat and a twitch to the corner of Bruce’s mouth.

Tim and Damian fell in line to follow Bruce up the stairs when Damian asked, “Father, can you really carry all three of us at once?”

He did.

:) From my fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32502511/chapters/80612944#workskin

[tutuandscoot]

Hey guys.. a little personal story…

So I have scoliosis. If you don’t know it’s a condition where your spine grows and/or develops a curve. It’s a fairly common condition but most people only have small degrees of curvature which is hardly noticeable.. I have an S shaped spine and both my curves are nearly 70 degrees. I’ve coped my whole life with this- it was picked up when I was 14. I went through 3 years of fulltime ballet training and 2 years professional before it became very painful to the point where I couldn’t walk and breathe without pain sometimes. I stopped dancing professionally because of it (as some other stuff) and have lived essentially with chronic pain for the last 4 years. I’ve seen so many specialists, physios, doctors etc with differing opinions but couldn’t find anyone who could help me get out of pain besides the surgery option.

Last year I decided I was ready to have surgery- it took a long time for me to come to this decision because if I have my spine fused it would basically prevent me from ever dancing at a high level again because I would loose all flexibility in my back but I had decided I didn’t want live with this much pain anymore (as a dancer I have a pretty high pain tolerance so I thought I could deal with it) and I was ready to leave my dancing life behind- which had been my whole life for so long.

Yesterday I met with a surgeon who is the leading scoliosis surgeon in Australia, and one of the best in the world- as he is one of the few offering a new type of surgery that can straighten the spine while keeping it flexible.

The appointment went so well and he has given me several different options that don’t involve fusing my entire spine, and he is the first specialist who has actually given me an answer for what the pain I’ve been dealing with in my hips for over 4 years is. He said I would be able to have surgery as early as May/June.

When I left I was just so happy and relieved that I’m actually gonna be able to have this fixed and be out of pain.

There’s not really a reason for me to be sharing this, other than for most of the last year when I’ve been in so much pain I can barely leave my house, I fell back into my love for VM and they have brought me so much happiness and comfort and hope.

I started this blog coz of my love and admiration for them, as a bit of a distraction from waiting to finally meet with a surgeon (I had to get private health cover in order just to meet with this surgeon and then have surgery, and I had to be on it for a year for the cover to kick in 🙄) and most importantly for me, they have brought my love of dance back to me which I had a difficult relationship with for quite a while.. injuries, body image, anxiety, etc… but the way they dance and move and approach their art… I feel like I understand it, I feel like I speak their language on some level, and I can see their beautiful relationship beyond the superficial “romantic” part. Watching and writing about them makes me feel closer to where my heart lives but can’t physically do any more..

So anyway.. that’s just a bit about me, also I figure I actually introduce myself since my username isn’t the best for communicating with…

My name is April 👋 it’s been so fun exploring the (positive) parts of this beautiful community with you guys and I hope to continue freaking out about VM with all of you 💕💕

[seraphdarlimg]

wish I were (pt4)

  harry calls reader drunk to pick him up, later on finding him sat at her piano and playing a little song

masterlist

‘heather’ by conan gray WARNINGS - ANGST, swearing, fluff WORD COUNT - 4,418

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   Just fine is how I was feeling. I was lucky enough to be able to get started straight away with a new song to work on from a different artist. Practicing new instruments and talking to new clients have been what I've thrown myself into for the past 3 weeks.

Though drowning myself into work has kept me busy and given me excuses to ignore the hundreds of calls and texts from Harry, it felt like months had pass instead of only one. I seem to forget more about them and only remember the look on his face when I turn my back on him and left. Instead of memorizing chords and words, my brain can only comprehend the words we said and the last time I felt his touch or embrace. When I want to remind myself of what he did, the moment on the balcony is the first thing that comes to my mind and I curse myself for it.

I missed him, of course I did. As I sit in front of my laptop with an opened tab on a recording program, I am instead met with another creator's block and thinking about Harry again. Two points of thought that I hate being stuck in at the moment. The empty bags and containers of snacks and my dinner surround me and I'm wrapped in a blanket while a sad playlist is playing on spotify. It was a depressing sight.

But I can only image the state that Harry's in. After everything, I still miss and care about him, wondering if he's excited about the album release tomorrow or if he's hydrated and taking the fact that I've chose to walk out of his life better than I am. It's pathetic really, but it's part of it and I can only hope to learn to live without him through time. If that is something I can even think of doing in the first place.

He hasn't called or text throughout the whole day though. I didn't want it to bother me but it did, even if it was time away that I'm asking for. I glanced at the black screen of my phone, pressing the button to turn it on. 12:23 AM and no notifications.

'i do love you, i'm sorry' one day ago. This is a good sign. This should be a good sign.

I sighed, forcing myself to turn away from my phone and focus on finishing this piece. The instrumentals are there and the rhythm is set, but coming up with lyrics prove to be difficult when I feel physically and emotionally drained.

It was late anyways. I would of been asleep by now to get ready for tomorrow, but it was most likely made clear I wouldn't be celebrating with the gang. I told Jeff the excuse that I had a meeting up north for the valid reason, even though everyone already knows what happened between the two best friends. A lunch with Sara and Mitch a week ago started off normal and pleasant as always, but had ended with Mitch bringing up Harry and me leaving abruptly.

"He's a mess. Hasn't left his house and has been ignoring everyone all week. We don't know what really happened between you two, but it's obvious that you haven't been the same as well."

The mention was enough to irk me. "Can we not right now?"

"Look even though we care about you, it's still non of our business to get involved. But it's still our jobs to see that when someone we care about is bothered by something, we make sure they are aware of it. Both of you aren't happy and should simply talk about it."

"It's not that simple Sara, he's too stubborn."

"It doesn't have to be now, but eventually. You yourself know that what you two have is way too special to just walk away from."

"Yeah well what if it's not? What if it's just not what everyone expects it to be? That even if we somehow make it work throughout everything, he's just going to run off to someone else again who'll just be better in so many ways."

"He's not the type of person to do that and you know it."

"I thought I did."

With my head rested on my hand, I feel my eyes droop. The instrumental of the song played on repeat on the program as I try to come up with words. Heartbreak and insecurities are the only topics that come to mind with the upbeat sound. I close my eyes for bit, letting the first stage of sleep take it's toll while my brain works overtime producing lines of rhymes.

But my ringtone drives me out of it. I only force my eyes open when I pick up my phone and answer the call, not thinking of who could be the only possible human being to call me at this hour. I sighed, pausing the recording and saving it. "Hello?"

"Hiiiii love! Karl told me I should call someone because I've had too much apparently. Can you please tell him that I'm a grown man that can handle my alcohol?" Shit.

"Harry- wait hold on, you're drunk now? Don't you have... who are you with?" My voice was tired and already raspy. It took longer than needed to process what was actually happening.

"Oh just all by my lonesome self at first... imagined you here a few times but I know that wasn't true, but Karl the bartender is here now!" His voice was muffled and almost drowned out by the sound of a pub. His words were slurred and I can only rub my temples at the situation he's already put me in.

"Why did you call me for this."

"Well my phone's dead and you're the number I memorized." He said softly after hearing my tone. I shouldn't, but he's drunk and alone.

"I'll call Mitch-"

"Only want you. Please?" I can imagine him pouting and I was too tired to argue with him.

"I can't do this right now..."  

"Bubs, my head is starting to hurt and everyone is not being nice. Except Karl, Karl is a nice dude."

Maybe if I wasn't overworked and sleep deprived at the moment, I would of been in the righter state of mind. But the other half of me that worried about his state took the opportunity to see him once again.

"Where are you, Harry?"

***

It was easy to find a drunk Harry Styles at a pub. A small local one that we've been too once or twice in the past, enjoying each other's company over a glass after studio hours. And there he was again, sat at the stools we'd sit on and wallowing to Karl the bartender.

"Hey." I placed a hand on his shoulder after making my way through the small crowd that gathered around him that's been listening into his conversation. His eyes light up when he turns around and sees me, while I take in how disheveled he looks. His curls are messy and his bloodshot baggy eyes tells me he's been crying for a while.

"You're here." He mutters softly after he takes a moment to register that it's actually me. I only give him a small nod in confirmation, feeling that heart ache as he pulls me into a hug. "I'm sorry." I hear when he nuzzles into my neck, most likely apologizing when he sees how tired and unwell i am as he does.

"It's okay, come on let's get you home." I managed to let out, pulling away, guiding him out of his seat and away from the bar. "Oh okay, bye Karl! Keep the change." I send the bartender a grateful smile to which he returns with a pity look on his face.

"Just hold my hand Harry okay?" I tell him when I remember how clingy he gets when intoxicated. He doesn't hesitate to do so as we make our way through the crowd and out of the building.

I managed to get him in the passenger's seat without much interaction, now in the driver's seat and cursing at myself when I realized I didn't have enough gas to take him to his house. I didn't have the energy to go to the gas station this late.

"Are you crying..." He asks, pouting when I placed my face in my hands, taking deep breaths. "Please don't be sad, love." I shook my head, counting in my head as I felt Harry lean over and watch me.

"How many did you have?" I asked when I built up the will not to cry and turned on the ignition.

"Didn't bother counting, didn't matter." I kept my eyes in front of me as I drove while I felt his still on me.

"I would beg to differ. Shouldn't be my responsibility anyways." I quickly countered, noting the sharp tone in my voice and the frown I could imagine on his face.

"I'm sorry...I really wanted to see you."

"Hmm, and getting wasted and being an inconvenience is the way to get my attention." There was a second of silence and I glanced at him to check if he was still conscious, only to see that frown and his head hung in shame. My eyes trailed to the pearl necklace tucked into his sweater, as well as a yellow ribbon tied where it clasps together.

The grip I had on the wheel loosened but I sighed as I hated how guilty I felt after, aware how difficult it was to be mad when he was hurt. "That was harsh..."

"Nooo, I deserve it. I really do because I was mean to you and I don't ever want to be mean to you. Because it hurts me too ya know? More than it did when you walked away...I'm sorry that I hurt you."

I didn't say anything after that, spending the rest of the car ride back to my place in silence.

***

"You don't have to be rich, to be my giiirl. You don't have to be cool to rule my wooorld..."

My annoyance conflicted with the flutters my heart was feeling as Harry was softly singing all the way from my car to my sofa, hand held and clinging to my side the whole time. He plopped down, immediately taking a pillow. "Ain't no particular sign, I'm more compatible wiiith- hey you have that record right? Can you put it on pretty please?"

"It's 2AM, I'm not putting on a record right now." I took off my shoes and coat, graciously doing the same for him when he pouts and rests his head back on the couch. "Aw, you used to not care about that before. Is it because of your neighbors terrible taste of music to blast so late at night?"

"What?" I rubbed my eyes, standing up and going to the kitchen. I couldn't hear his mumbled response, but I returned with a glass of water to see him humming with his eyes closed. He cuddled the pillow close to him and I rolled my eyes, almost laughing at how he was tapping his foot along with the song he was playing in his head.

"Here..." He holds his hand out expectantly and I gave it to him. He takes a drink while I place his coat over the coffee table and go to get him an extra pillow and blanket.

"Oh everything hurts." He whines as I place the pillow down on the end of the couch. "My heart mostly, but that's so cheesy of me isn't it? Yours probably hurts more m' sorry...wish I could take it away."

It wasn't just his naïve words that had my eyes start welling up with tears, but it was also the realization of how he can easily break me down. I couldn't last a whole month without being there when he needs someone, when I was the one who wanted to leave. It was also probably the realization that I had grabbed the same blanket we used to set that little picnic in the studio.

"Wish I didn't cause it in the first place." He added, which led to me sitting down on the chair next to the couch, holding onto the blanket a little longer as delirium was starting to set in.

"I don't think we should have this conversation now, Harry... this is so unfair." I mumbled, rubbing my eyes.

"It is, but I'm scared I won't get another chance." My silence gave him the answer he was already aware of.

"What exactly do you want another chance of Harry, enlighten me." I closed my eyes for a minute, only to open them to see Harry looking at me in a different way. It's different, but I've noticed it before.

"Loving you." He's hesitant with his next words, most likely having sobered up a little. "I hadn't seen Heather for a few days after you left, told her later on about what happened. Took your advice though, talked to her and everything. It just wouldn't work out in the end...couldn't see myself with her in the future."

"But now you do with me?" I softly muttered, holding myself back from reaching out to him. He only nods, having that guilty look on his face because he's fully aware he doesn't deserve it. My droopy eyes are glued to his and that damn pearl necklace, too many thoughts in my head to come up with one whole response.

"Should of just called Mitch. You're an idiot for giving yourself a hangover on your release day." I finally said after a moment of silence.

"Hmm? Oh that, no that's not happening." He says casually, playing with the embroidery on the pillow he was hugging.

"What do you mean?"

"I've postponed the album thingy indefinitely or something."

"Aren't you finished with it?"

"I mean it's got 12 songs and everything but I don't know if it's really finished, I don't know." He shrugs and I'm almost annoyed by how calm nonchalant he is about it.

"You never know things Harry."

"And I hate it, I knooow! I don't know why I can't just figure it out and I hate that I'm hurting you because of it." He frowns, rubbing his eyes. "But I do know now that I love you. Really love you. Maybe if I figured that out sooner, you wouldn't hate me bubs."

I fiddle with my fingers, given up on trying to collect all my thoughts together a long time ago as I can only allow myself to take in his words and listen. He was right, in any other situation where I wasn't tired and delirious, I probably wouldn't even be in the same room as him. So here I was again, allowing myself to hurt in order to make sure he's taken care of.

Maybe it's what I deserve though. He left Heather because of me. I caved into myself at the though that I ruined the relationship of two people who loved each other simply because I didn't get the memo. She is everything in his eyes, he's proven that, so why didn't I just leave them be?

"Ugh, you probably hate me calling you that now but you know I won't stop cause you are my bubs! Like how I'm you're H. Oh... well, you stopped calling me that so...maybe not anymore but I want to be. Can I be your H again please, I miss that too." My thoughts were cut off  when he continued, finding him now lying down with his eyes closed.

"Maybe one day." I reassured him hesitantly. We would of stayed friends, we wouldn't of had to fall apart, if I had just left him alone.

"Was a weird nickname anyways, just a letter." He mumbles as I stood up, laying the blanket over him while he still holds onto the pillow.

"You sort of gave it to yourself though, get some sleep Harry."  I managed to get out, facing away from him to hide the tear that fell. He should be trying to fix his relationship with her and not me.

"Yeah, but you just started calling me it and I fell in love with it." I take one more look at him before I shut my door, seeing his face nuzzled into the pillow and the glint of a small smile on his face as he drifts off to sleep.

***

8:23. I slept around 2 and woke up 7 hours later to faint piano keys. I took in the soft melody, not recognizing it but enjoying it for a second before I forced myself to sit up and rub my eyes, realizing how dry my skin was from crying. It was definitely a sad song made up of only four chords and a fitting way to start the day as I remember the person who is most likely playing it.

I didn't want to face him, my head feeling too mushed to deal with anything else other than work. It was a weird situation to realize, the man I fell in love with and broke my heart is playing piano after I took him in when he was drunk. He tells me he officially breaks up with Heather after realizing he loves me.

He loves me?

No he doesn't. He should still love her, should be trying to get back to her now that I'm out of the picture. But he hasn't been trying too for the past month, focused on me this whole time. But why?

I snapped myself out of those thoughts quickly, knowing how terrible the following ones would be. I didn't want to think about it anymore, wanting to forget and move on. And as I quietly open my door and peaked out onto my apartment, I see his mess of curls sat on my keyboard with the blanket wrapped around him. He was considerate enough to lower the volume at least.

I took a deep breath and walked out quietly, leaning against the door frame as I continue to listen. "Part of the album, has some of your lyrics in it." He says when he notices my presence.

"Hmm. You told me that you've postponed it." I crossed my arms as he finishes the song with a long note. I see him nod, now looking down at his hands on his lap before adjusting the blanket to fully encase him.

"Yeah I did. It didn't feel right, putting something out there that I should be proud of, but you not being there to be happy with. You not wanting too in there first place, when you put your heart and soul into it, all because of me."

I frown, looking away from him when his intense eyes met mine. "It's too early Harry..."

"You told me it wasn't a good time last night too, so when is?" He huffs and I roll my eyes.

"I don't know after I have my fucking coffee?" I scoffed, uncrossing my arms and heading towards the kitchen. I hear him sigh, not saying anything else as I prepare a cup for myself, already annoyed and stressed out. I felt him staring at me while I avoided making eye contact, rubbing my temples.

"I'm sorry if I was trouble." He says, still sat down on the keyboard with the blanket wrapped around him.

"You're sorry for a lot of things." I sighed, pouring coffee into my cup.

"I am. But I don't know how to really apologize to you when you won't even let me talk to you."

I placed my cup down, suddenly forgetting about my coffee and finally looked at him. "Well what do you expect Harry? After everything you think I'm just going to trust you again? I told you I was done, I wanted to walk out of your life."

"But you picked me up. You still care, that still has to means something." He's frustrated now, desperate even and it only frustrates me more.

"Ah yes, decent morality to not leave an A list celebrity drunk in room full of strangers. That really dumb of you to do by the way, without any bodygaurds- what were you thinking?" I said, noticing how he was fiddling with the pearls that hung around his neck.

"The past month has been hell for me and all I wanted to do was see you. I feel so fucking guilty and sad and it's eating me up because I know I don't deserve any sort of reassurance from you. But at the same time, I so badly just want you back and I'm sorry for how selfish and arrogant I am." He was crying and I soften a little because of it. He tries holding it in, looking down as he quickly wipes away the tears that fall. I don't bother hiding mine anymore, having gotten used to it by now and I was tired of it.

"I've been in pain since December. Four months that you put me through so can blame me when I just want it to stop? I am so exhausted because no matter how much I throw myself into work, all I can think about is you and loving you."

"But I love you too, shouldn't that be enough to try again?" It should of been and he knows. Maybe if he realized it sooner, during his birthday, things would be different.

"You've proven that it's not." I say disappointingly, willing myself to walk over and sat down next to him, looking ahead at my piano in front of me. "I don't know what to do anymore Harry. Why can't you let me have this? Let me move on."

"Cause you and I both know we can't leave each other, too emotionally attached. I need you in my life bubs, everything sucks when you're not in it." I laugh a little at that, because it was true in a fucked up way.

"That's so unfair, why did you have to hurt me?" I hesitantly lay my head on his shoulder before he droops the other end of the blanket around me.

"I know most of my relationships don't last. Deep down I've always loved you but I couldn't let myself fall for you because I didn't want to ruin us. The thought of us breaking up and never seeing each other again just terrified me because I never wanted to lose you, ever. But I fucked up and managed to do so anyways, and I hate myself every day as much as you do." He starts playing the song again as he speaks, but it plays it down a key and slower.

"I don't hate you, can't bring myself too, but you shouldn't of been afraid to talk to me. You know who I am, we would of worked through it no matter what." He nods, followed by only the sounds of the piano melody.

"I'm in love with you." I hear him say softly after a little while out of the blue. It catches me off guard, finding it so foreign to hear those words come from him.

I let out a soft self deprecating chuckle. "No you don't. You care about me, but you don't love me. Probably saying this out of guilt or spur of the moment type thing and I can understand that, but you love Heather. She's good for you, perfect even."

"But I fell in love with you. She's not you." His brows are furrowed together as he frowns.

"Yeah, I'm not her." The small glint of my smile quickly fades and he notices it.

"What I did during my speech was very shitty. Gemma pointed it out to me right away and it's one of the biggest things I ever regret doing." He stops playing when he sees me deep in thought, slowly taking my hand to test the waters. "But I need you to understand what I said was true, that you are such an important person to me. You are beautiful, and kind, patience, and just so fucking good to me, love. I want to cherish you because it's what you deserve and I will deal with as much rejection for you to forgive me and give me another chance. It's worth every heartbreak if it means I get to love you again."

I find myself in an intimate situation, looking into his eyes at such a close proximity, our faces only inches away from each other. I was pleading to him with my eyes, begging him not to hurt me again while the look on his face was one I used to be familiar with. He was frozen while the fear that it would only just happen again held me back from moving. His eyes fluttered down to my lips, as if asking for permission and my head was refusing it. But every other part of me wanted to feel those lips again. I looked down at his, my hand taking hold of his and placing it on my chest to where my heart is before he made the move to finally press our lips together in a small kiss.

I wanted to sob because it felt right. I felt the butterflies again and the complete state of satisfaction. This time was gentle as well, but Harry put so much love into the kiss, cupping my cheek with his other hand when he feels how fast my heart was beating.

It only took a second more before I slowly pulled away, still tightly holding his hand against my heart as he could sense my doubt. "It's going to take some time okay? Probably a long time but you caused me a lot of heartbreak. But I never stopped loving you H, as much as I didn't want too anymore." I said seriously, and his eyes lits up with hope. Holding back his smile as much as he could while he nods because he heard that little nickname again.

"I'll give you as much time and space as you need, thank you. I love you so much bubs." He pulls me into a hug, nuzzling his face into my neck and I feel instantly calmer because of it. I rest my head on his shoulder while he mumbles sweet words into my skin.

"Promise I'll be good to you."

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A/N: :o it’s complete. I finished it yay! I’m so proud with how this series came out and I genuinely hope you guys do as well. I’ve started my semester and it’s going to be hectic so writing will take longer to come out, but there will be future stories that I’m really looking forward to writing and sharing :)

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I Promise

Derek Hale X Stilinski Reader 

Word Count: 2078

Requested: Anon

Request: Hey this is my first request but would you be able to make one with stiles younger sister and derek.She sees him in her house with stiles and Scott when she comes downstairs to go to school with stiles,And she like says “hey are you rea-“. Then stops when she sees derek, and blushes etc. And stiles and Scott are like asking her if she’s okay etc and she looks read and derek can sense what it is due to being a werewolf and he starts smirking and she says she’s fine etc and they go to school in stiles Jeep and derek comes with themAnd they keep on bumping into each other all the time and one time he saves her etc and they start to like each other a lot and then they secretly date but then get found out by stiles.Also derek gets super protective of her and no one knows why and he tries to brush it off etc and he keeps on getting jealous when other boys look at her.Thank you :)

A/N: I think I got a bit carried away with this one, I just kept writing I really enjoyed this one though and might write a part 2 for myself but let me know if your interested.

Stiles often thought that he was good at hiding things from you but it became very clear very quickly that he was terrible at you, you being his younger twin meant that you were often the one to see him doing weird hard to explain things when your ad was at work and you were the one that was covering things up for him before long you found out what it was that he was hiding and in some ways wished that you never had to deal with it but the truth of the matter was there was no way that you were getting away from it.

The first time that you met Derek you had been the last one to get ready for school, you were headed down the stairs "Hey are you guys rea-" You stopped when you saw Derek in the kitchen, Stiles and Scott looked back in time to see you blush. "Are you okay?" Stiles asked, "you look a little red." "She's fine," Derek said a smirk on his face and Stiles looked between the both of you before his eyes widened. "No!" He said as he pointed at you. "Can we just go to school?" You asked. "Yeah about school." Stiles scratched the back of his head. "Look I don't care how many classes you skip, I'm not skipping any and you're the one that got the Jeep so you're dropping me to school." You ordered and you nodded. "How about we all drop you to school," Derek suggested. "It's quicker." "Whatever just hurry up or I'll drive it myself." You threatened as you grabbed the keys on the way out.

"You are blissfully unaware for being the sheriff's daughter," Derek said as he walked up next to you. "I'm not unaware of anything." You mumbled. "What are you doing out here anyway?" He asked. "Walking home." You answered. "Where's your hyperattentive brother?" He asked. "Probably off chasing supernatural with Scott." You shrugged as you looked through your bag for your keys and coming up empty, when you looked up Derek was holding them up in his hand. "You were talking about my keys earlier." You said in realisation and he smiled before handing them over. "Be careful, I'm not always going to be around to find your keys for you." He said before he was gone, you rolled your eyes before walking up to your front door and walking into the house.

From that night onwards it seemed like you bumped into Derek everywhere even when you were with your brother and it was becoming increasingly common for him to be overprotective when it came to you being involved in anything and that was why you probably shouldn't have been but you were out late one night, Stiles and Scott were at Lydia's party and it was a full moon but  then you saw Lydia, you knew that she was supposed to be at her party but she looked completely zoned out as she dragged Derek to her car, you knew that you weren't going to be able to keep up with her so you tried to call Stiles but when he didn't answer the phone "Useless." You muttered as you did your best to follow her which was definitely easier when she hit the dirt road of the preserve because you could follow her tyre tracks. When you got there, you saw Peter coming out of the house, your eyes widened as you hid behind a tree hoping that he hadn't seen you, you moved when you heard Lydia's car leave. You ran into the house and saw Derek on the floor, you fell to your knees ignoring the fact that in any other situation you would have taken a second to admire him and shaking his shoulders "Derek!" You called. "You can not be dead, I'm sure you've been through worse." "You might need something a little louder," Deaton suggested making you just as you looked around to see him, he was holding something in his hand and you were out of options so you nodded. You didn't hear anything but Derek did. He was awake within seconds, he looked over at you for a second before looking at the floorboards. "That sound, what was it?" Derek asked as he looked back at Deaton who held up the whistle in his hands, he rolled his eyes before touching his arm. "Don't worry. You're still an Alpha, not a particularly competent one." Deaton said "Where is he?" He asked. "I don't know," Deaton answered. "Then why don't you tell me why you're helping me?" He asked as he stood up. "Helping your family used to be pretty important to me." Deaton answered "Helping you was a promise I made to your mother." "You're the one my sister told me about a... Kind of adviser." Derek said. "She was right. And I have some advice that you need to listen to very closely right now. What Peter managed to do doesn't come without a price. He'll be physically weak, so he'll rely on the strength of his intelligence, his cunning. He's gonna come at you, Derek. He'll try to twist his way inside your head, preying on your insecurities. He'll tell you that he's the only way you can stop Gerard. Do not trust him." Deaton warned. "I don't trust anyone," Derek said and you rolled your eyes. "Edgy much?" You muttered to yourself which he of course heard. "I know. If you did, you might be the Alpha you like to think you are. And unfortunately, the one person you should trust doesn't trust you at all." Deaton explained. "Scott." Derek sighed. "He's with Stilinski right now. You need to find him, you need to find him as fast as you can. I've known Gerard for a long time. He always has a plan. Something tells me - it's going exactly the way he wants it to." Deaton answered.

You had been with Scott and Matt when the Argents started shooting, you had hidden under one of the tables, hands pressed against your eyes as you tried to stay hidden, the smoke helped and all the noise stopped the Kanima from coming back to find you, you don't actually know how long you were there for before someone crouched in front of you, they grabbed your wrist and you pushed away from them, your eyes opening for a second and catching that it was Derek, he gestured for you to come out "What are you doing back here, they'll kill you if they find you." You scolded him and he rolled his eyes before picking up. "Well, I'm not leaving you here." He muttered as he pressed your face to his shoulder "Keep your head down." It only took a couple of minutes for Derek to get you out  "Are you okay?" "I think so." You answered as he put you on the ground. "Wait here until everything is over." He said and you looked at him and nodded. When you finally got home that night, you didn't know what to do with yourself, you paced for a second before you were sitting on your bed, hands ran through your hair before you pressed the heel of your palm to your eyes in an attempt to stop yourself from crying. You looked up at your window when you heard it open but a second later Derek was in your room. "What are you doing here?" You asked wiping at your eyes but he just walked over and sat next to you pulling you into his side. "I wasn't going to come in but I think you need someone." He said softly and that was all it took for you to cry wrapping your arms around him as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

Everything was fine for a couple of days Derek came to see you and make sure that you were okay but then everything changed after he tried to kill Jackson, you stopped talking to him, you started locking your window and made an effort to be with Scott and Stiles and never being out late, that is until everything started up again and a pack of Alphas made their way into Beacon Hills and you knew that you were going to have to see him again "so are you going to tell me what happened between you and Derek?" Stiles asked as he walked into your room and walked over to your laptop. "What are you doing?" You asked. "I ran out of ink. I need your printer." He answered, "now answer my question." "Nothing happened between us." You shrugged. "So he didn't sneak into your room almost every night?" He asked you opened your mouth to lie but instead decided against it "How did you know?" You asked. "Scott could smell him on you." He answered. "Right." You nodded "well don't worry we haven't spoken since he tried to kill Jackson." "Maybe you should talk to him," Stiles suggested. The truth was that Stiles had been to see Derek with Scott to ask about the tattoo and he realised that for a few seconds he watched the door waiting for something, he was waiting for you. "What are you doing anyway?" You asked. "We found out where Boyd and Erika were being held." He answered. "So you're going to get them?" You asked. "Yeah." He nodded. "You don't need help?" You asked. "You wanna help?" He asked. "Well, I can't just sit around and do nothing." You shrugged.

The truth was the reason that you had never gone to see him was because you knew the moment that you looked at him you were going to forgive him and you had been right, you could feel him looking at you as Stiles talked "concentrate, we'll talk later." You said lowly knowing that he would hear you from your place on the sofa. "I'm thinking a diamond bit," Stiles said and you rolled your eyes. "Stiles you don't need a drill." You informed him and he looked back at you. "Sorry what?" He asked. "I'm sure the Alpha werewolf can punch through a wall." You said. "She's right." Derek agreed. "You're gonna punch through the wall?" Stiles asked. "Okay, okay, big guy. Let's see it. Let's see that fist. Big, old fist. Make it, come on. Get it out there. Don't be scared. Big, bad wolf. Yeah, look at that. Okay, see this? That's maybe 3 inches of room to gather enough force to punch through solid co..." Derek punched him and he doubled over in pain "he can do it." Stiles fell away from Derek and Scott and towards you. "Walk it off, big brother." You muttered as you clapped his shoulder and directed him back to the desk where the plans were. "try to remember that two of them combine bodies to form one giant Alpha. I'm sure Erica and Boyd were sweet kids. They're gonna be missed." You heard Peter say. "Can someone kill him again please?" Stiles asked. "What about you?" Derek asked as he looked at Scott. "If you want me to come-" "You're not going!" and "Not you!" Said at the same time yours and Derek's voices overlapping and cutting off your brother as he realised the question was directed at Scott.

When Derek came back the next morning his heart warmed at what he found, you were still on the sofa where he'd left you before, he walked over and crouched in front of you, he gently shook you away and it took a moment but you shot up eyes widening "what happened?" You asked. "Nothing, I'm fine don't worry." He said softly. "What are you still doing here?" You're going to be late for school." He said. "I promised we would talk." You reminded him and he nodded. "I'm sorry for avoiding you and basically cutting you out of my life, I just didn't know what to do after everything that happened I was scared that you... didn't need me anymore or that you didn't want me anymore and-" He cut you off by pressing a kiss to your lips. "I will always need you and I will never stop wanting you." He promised. "I'm sorry about everything with Jackson and I know that's not enough but I promise nothing like that will ever happen again."

*Part 2*

Requests and general question!

[pointnumbersixteen]

How do you see The Captain's coming out, and growth in confidence and self acceptance thereafter taking place?

I like this question! …and I’m probably going to elaborate on it a bit more than many people will want to read (I noticed back when I was regularly writing essay length posts that they did not get a lot of love) and it’s probably going to get even more ramble-y than usual (brain has not been braining as cooperatively as it should recently and the decision to drink half a bottle of wine right before answering this- sorry- probably does not help), but here we are.  

 About coming out scenarios, none of mine are particularly elaborate. While I do think he needs to come out for his story line to progress, I can’t imagine him making a big thing out of it (long or elaborate announcements, heart-to-hearts, emotional displays of bearing his authentic self or any of the like), either with the group, or person-by-person, for several reasons:

First off, that sort of a coming-out to-do is a more modern notion, and I doubt he was a particularly modern person even when he was alive, seventy-five years ago. His notions of privacy and propriety are probably much more conservative than ours, and I feel like that makes it unlikely that he’d go into any sort of detail, at least at early in this process, about his feelings/emotions or the specificities of his attractions. We’re talking about a man who doesn’t even use his own name. It’s difficult to picture him going into depth about his desires and love life.

Secondly, he’s a bit of a social coward. (He’s not a physical coward, of course, he jumped on that bomb in the garden without hesitation, and acknowledged after the fact that he gotten caught up in the moment, and therefore hadn’t really thought about how a bomb couldn’t hurt him.) And I get it, I’m a bit of a social coward, too, so no judgement. He probably faced a lot of ridicule in his life. Being a social coward is totally fair. But he doesn’t put himself into situations that might involve awkward interpersonal interactions if he can help it, and legs it whenever interactions he’s already in become to awkward for him. I feel like he’s probably quite desperate (although he’d never admit to it) to save face and protect what bits of his ego remain unscathed.

Think about it: he could have spoken to Fanny on his own about her nightly screaming disturbing him in s1e1, they have a clear association established at the outset of the show, they leave Heather’s room together at the end of the very first scene, but he doesn’t do so until he has the weight of the whole group to back him up about the screaming at their meeting. He had to buck up his courage and give himself his little ‘over the top we go’ pep talk before going to speak to Alison in Gorilla War. Also, if there was actually something wrong with his soldiers’ horseplay after hours in Reddy Weddy- if it was breaking regulations or even his own orders for quiet hours- and he heard it, he could have gone down directly when he heard it, confronted whoever was involved and order them to stop or put them on report. But no, instead he addressed the entire group of soldiers in a sixteen point morning brief. He even dispatched Pat to confront Alison about the party in s2e2, instead doing it himself… and spit out his apology/reconciliation with Pat at the end as fast as possible. And as for legging it when things get awkward, see his retreats following the group confronting him in Getting Out and after Alison telling him he wasn’t needed in the Grey Lady- and on a more figurative than literal level, but most relevantly, his quick turn from ‘I’ll miss you’ to ‘we’ll miss you’ with Havers in Reddy Weddy.

This is not a man who wants to be in awkward or embarrassing situations. And I think that coming out, at least at first, will probably be a bit embarrassing for him- it was scandalous in his time, and I think it will take him longer to get over that feeling and come to terms with himself than it will to finally acknowledge that he’s gay. So I doubt he’d make more of it than he utterly feels he has to, at least at first. And of course, he’d have to be a bit afraid that people would judge him or stop associating with him over it, as sadly, in his own time many people would have done, and most of the ghosts are from even earlier times than he was. So that might add more hesitation…

And thirdly, he doesn’t like and/or respect many of his house mates. The other twentieth century ghosts are the only ones he spends much time with. I doubt he’d go out of his way to communicate much of anything to the rest if it wasn’t “mission related” much less discuss his sexuality with them. He mostly disregards Humphrey. See his, “Oh, it’s you.” Mary obviously doesn’t like him and he only associates with her when it might be useful for his ‘missions.’ He clearly doesn’t think much of Thomas and doesn’t really even bother including him in his plans. These aren’t people he’s going to have heart-to-hearts with.

With those constraints in place, here’s a non-exhaustive list of possibilities by which I might see his coming out finally happening. They’re really just scenarios I made for myself on how I might see him coming out and I like to keep my options open (the first three are strategies he might go for, the last is an alternate scenario, presented in decreasing levels of directness on his part):

1) The ‘pull the bandage off quickly and hope it doesn’t sting too much’ strategy.

The Captain waits for the end of one of their various group activities or meetings, where all announcements seem to be made, gets up, clears his throat, stammers a bit, announces it tersely, using the most proper popular word for homosexuality that existed in his time (think: “Heh-hem. Er. Um. Well. It has recently come to my attention that I am- er- well- as it happens- gay. I, uh, thought it should be noted. That is all.”), and then beats a hasty retreat, so he doesn’t have to try to cope with the potentially negative aftermath. Of course, there isn’t a negative aftermath, because many of the ghosts already have guessed and the rest don’t really care. Someone, probably Pat, because he does the bulk of the emotional labor in the group, and more importantly, he’s Cap’s closest friend, would have to go after him. He would of course be initially defensive, and Pat would have to sooth his feathers a bit- or maybe just spit it out over his defensiveness- that he guessed a long time ago and so had plenty of other people, and they were just waiting for him to be ready, and really, it’s fine, and no one’s going to disown him for it.  

2) The ‘well maybe I should tell my friends with the hope they support me’ strategy.

He gets together with a small group, the people whose company he actually values, definitely Fanny and Pat, maybe Julian, probably Alison either at the same time or after he finishes with his ghosts pals, and says it in much the same way as the previous scenario, but waiting for their reactions rather than retreating straight away. Pat and Alison, I expect, would answer with something like ‘yeah, we figured that one out a long time ago, actually, and it’s completely fine’ and Julian’s reaction would probably be something like, ‘well, obviously.’ Fanny’s had a lot of character growth since season one, when I expect her reaction would have been very shrill and judgmental, probably still would be a touch less warm and/or nonchalant, but I picture it as something like a sigh, followed by a pat on the arm and something like, ‘well, I still like you better than everyone else here, anyway.’ Word would eventually trickle to everyone else by way of social osmosis. Or not. No one seems to care if Humphrey or the plague ghosts are well informed.  

3) The ‘I’m not brave enough to actually go through the process of actually telling anyone anything about me so let’s just drop hints and hope everyone figures it out without making a big deal about it’ strategy.  

The indirect approach (I’m rather fond of this one, but mostly because it was my own primary coming out approach)… he first sends out feelers to certain people on the topic of homosexuality, probably Alison, since she’s modern, hosted a lesbian wedding, and very much implied that she’d be ready to keep scandalous secrets for him in Reddy Weddy, and  possibly maybe also Julian, as he’s the most sexually experienced/knowledgeable, and after Alison spent a while inundating him with ‘it’s okay to be gay’ messages (along with a sudden and entirely unexplained influx of LGBT media) as she’s socially clever enough to see that’s what he’s looking for and after Julian spent a while telling him probably far more than he ever actually wanted to know about the potentialities of gay sex, that might boost the Captain’s confidence enough to let him start dropping hints to people, instead of telling them outright (consciously commenting on the attractiveness of men they see rather than occasionally accidentally blurting it out- see ‘the handsome one’- occasionally putting forth an opinion or stance on the LGBT world ‘it would have been nice if gay marriage was acceptable when I was alive,’ maybe occasionally mentioning how certain men would make cute couple), expecting them to meet him in the middle and figure out the point on their own… of course, many of them have already realized, so this isn’t a problem. It’s entirely possible, though, that Mary (world view not terribly grounded in reality) and Kitty (lack of life experience and/or instruction about life, see the how are babies made subplot) never pick up the hints on their own and someone else eventually has to tell them.

4) The ‘someone puts him out of his misery’ scenario.

Cap acknowledges to himself that he’s gay first and then, wishing to avoid embarrassment or lack of acceptance, obviously, awkwardly, painfully tries to disguise it and in doing so draws attention to it, until a third party decides to put him out of his misery and tell him that many of them figured it out ages ago and that everyone is fine with it. Maybe Pat. Maybe Alison. I kind of like the idea of it being Fanny (with her lovely character growth and her couple of suspicious glances his way in the Perfect Day), actually, by way of something like ‘You know, I was entirely prepared to continue on living with my husband, George, keeping his secrets, about the, uh, sort of person he was, and you’re at least one better than him, given that you at least never murdered me- or, for that matter, never married some poor woman you had no interest in to shield yourself from scrutiny… and so, what I’m saying is, I wouldn’t turn my back on you for being the, uh, sort of person you are, either, and maybe things have progressed enough that you don’t actually have to keep secrets at all.’ Cap would take all of this in with a mixture of mortification and relief. I’m rather fond of this scenario, too.  

 As for the second bit of the question, once his sexuality is out there, though, and no one judges him or hates him for it- and some are quite supportive- I do see him becoming more self-accepting. If no one’s judging him, does he need to judge himself so harshly? And also more confident. Because some of those things that he’s always felt different about and in the past has probably been ridiculed about in the past (even if he’s in denial about being gay, he and quite a few other people had to at the very least note that he’s not particularly interested in women), are, apparently just fine now. So he’s a bit more just fine now himself. And that weight of always trying to be someone else, someone who’s just right, can lift and he can relax a bit more. And that would probably help him a lot, too. I see it as a slow sort of thawing process. No matter what way he comes out, I still see Alison as very helpfully providing a variety of LGBT media to help this process along. And maybe he’d eventually get to the point where he processed enough and warmed up enough to be able to talk more in depth, at least with his friends, about what it was like being him in repressed pre-war Britain, and what sort of men he’s attracted to (I enjoy the idea of him and Fanny- gradually overcoming her own repression- scoping out hot men together). Maybe he’ll even luck out one of his male housemates will decide (or has already decided) that bisexuality is a valid option and he’ll get a date (insert whichever ghost y’all ship him with here). I bet Alison would totally help him set up a nice date, too, with her convenient still-functional-in-the-mortal-realm hands. And it would be nice to maybe see him get a taste of actual happiness.    

[oywiththefanfics]

A Sebastian (Stardew Valley) One Shot

pg-13

Ellie took in a deep breath, taking in the chilly Autumn air as she walked up to the spa for a little 'me time'. It was always a nice walk during the Autumn; the leaves were falling on the ground, pumpkins sprouting up, the slight difference in the weather that grew colder as the days went on.

On the walk, Ellie always walked by Sebastian's house, and every time she thought about trying to talk to him again. Things between the two of them just felt awkward over the last month. They'd both had a little too much to drink in the woods after the town Luau and somehow ended up back in Sebastian's bedroom, where Ellie found her clothes littering his basement floor.

Luckily, it seemed that no one else in the house noticed that she had been over, and she snuck out without a single issue. However, she had a singing feeling that Sebastian wasn't into her and she was him.

Ellie dug her fists into her jacket pockets and picked her speed up, hurrying past the house just incase the dude popped out this time. She somehow went a whole month without seeing him, she wanted to continue the streak.

Keeping her head down, she hurried up to the pathway, not taking in any notice that the garage door was wide open. She heard somebody curse, and something clatter against the pavement.

"Fucking...!" A loud groan left the garage, causing Ellie to stop in her tracks. "Fuck you."

Ellie tilted her head, her curiosity getting the best of her. She made her way over to the open door and looked around, not seeing anybody around. "Hello?" She called gently.

Sebastian rolled out from under a motorcycle. His face was covered in oil, along with his shirt and jeans, which it nearly blended into. His hair, for the first time she'd ever seen it, was pulled back into a bun.

Ellie gasped slightly, the bike taking her by surprise. She should have known it was Sebastian who was fussing. "I-I'm sorry... I thought... I didn't know you had a bike."

"Yeah." He sat up, his eyes glued to hers. He attempted to clean up his face with a cloth, but he only smeared it further around his face. "Yeah, I saved up over the years. Fixed it up myself. I like to ride out of town every now and then and this was the fastest, cheapest way."

"I get that..." Ellie bit her lip. She had been stuck here, like him, for most of her life. She couldn't wait to afford to leave this place. "I'm sorry, I'll leave you be." She turned on her heel and started to walk off again.

She heard Sebastian scramble to stand up. "Wait," he called.

Ellie turned around, watching him get to his feet and dust off the back of his jeans. He looked at her, hope filling his eyes. "Yeah?" She asked.

"If you want to... go for a ride, I'm heading out tonight after dark. I'm usually gone until sunrise..." He mumbled, suddenly looking away and peering down at the ground.

His offer took Ellie by shock. She knitted her brows together and tilted her head to the side, trying to figure out if this was a joke or not. But of course it wasn't. Sebastian was a man of few words. If he hadn't truly wanted her to go, he never would have brought it up.

The girl rolled her shoulders back and looked up at the sky. It was just after noon, the sun was still burning in the sky, though the wind felt good as it competed with the sun.

"I didn't think you'd ever want to talk to me again." She stated.

"It took two of us to decide to come back here that night, El. If either of us really didn't want to, we would have stopped. I did start to wonder if you regretted it, though..."

Ellie snapped her gaze back to the boy she'd been crushing on since forever. She delicately pulled one of her hands out of her pocket and ran her fingers through her air, trying to figure out the best way to explain herself. "I... did. But only the way it happened, not the actual... ya know." She felt a small blush creep up on her cheeks. "I'm not usually the type of girl who jumps into bed after a couple of drinks. It's just that I've been wanting you to make a move for so long, I got carried away."

She heard Sebastian walk closer to her, though she had pulled her eyes to the ground, trying not to physically cringe at herself. "El." Sebastian said gently.

Ellie met his gaze again, expecting him to take back his offer for the midnight ride. "Se."

"I was scared of rejection. You're so confident and headstrong, I thought you would never give me a chance as something more than friends. I've been dying to ask you, it just never seemed right." He sucked his lip between his teeth and played with the ring he pierced himself with ages ago. "I thought I ruined it all that night. I got cocky and skipped this whole plan I had..."

"You had a plan?" Ellie giggled, twisting a strand of hair around her finger.

"A masterplan." Sebastian teased. "Getting myself drunk was phase one. I'm always more confident after a few drinks."

Ellie smiled at him. "You weren't planning on getting that blasted with me, though, huh?"

"We were having so much fun." Sebastian chuckled, nervously.

"I'll give you a chance to make it up to me tonight." She decided. "You will pick me up around nightfall and take me wherever the bike takes us. You can say whatever it is you were going to say that night."

"Damn, you sure are demanding." He rolled his eyes, though she saw the playfulness there.

"Isn't that why you like me so much?" She teased.

Sebastian smiled, actually smiled where his eyes lit up and his teeth could be seen. Ellie had only ever seen him smile like that a handful of times since they'd known each other, and nearly every single one involved her. "I like it. I also like how you are a complete opposite in the bedroom." A smirk replaced that smile.

Ellie's cheeks flared up again and she smacked Sebastian's chest. "Seb!" She snapped.

He laughed. "I'll pick you up tonight, my queen."

[barkkletshunt]

Those Worth Fighting For Part four

Have you ever seen a fic update so fast? Four updates in two days?

Part one

Part two

Part three

Part five 

Part six

Part seven

Part eight 

“While I like the idea of them having a red, green, and gold colour scheme going on, don’t you think it would have too much of a christmas theme and take away from the magic of their wedding?” Marinette sat on the same couch as Felix did, across from Kagami and Adrien who, despite their careful appearances, looked frazzled. 

“But those are our favourite colours,” Adrien tried, but Felix held his hand up to stop his cousin.

“Your wedding is in late spring, if you think for a moment that christmas colours are appropriate for that time of year then you need to hand over your fathers fashion industry to me right now.” Felix sipped at his now cold cup of coffee. “If anything, we could do red and gold and have green accents if we used things like leaves and give it a more rustic feel.”

“But that wouldn’t go well with their general aesthetic. They need to look like a king and queen, not a cottagecore couple.” Marinette countered. “I think we could go with a green, gold, and cream theme. That way they both get one of their favourites while keeping with the posh style. Either way, no matter what gold has to be a part of it. That I will not budge on.”

“If we made Adrien’s tie green it would bring out his eyes more.” Felix hummed, looking over at his co-planner. “You have good tastes, Marinette.”

“Why thank you, Felix, your tastes aren’t so bad yourself.” She said back. 

The two planners had successfully gotten their way with the wedding with everything they had put forth. Marinette’s ideas were either on point with Felix’s or close to it so the planning was going a lot easier than either of them had expected. Both had spent enough time with the bride and groom to know their likes and dislikes and due to their fashion background they knew what they were doing. 

They were unstoppable, not that Kagami and Adrien even tried. They saw the fire that was lit behind their companions' eyes and knew better, and it wasn’t like they didn’t like anything their friends had said. In fact, the more the two spoke the more excited Kagami and Adrien felt about the upcoming event. 

“Why don’t we make the groomsmen wear gold ties, just so that Adriens tie doesn’t fade in with the rest of them.” Marinette rambled, showing Felix the designs she had tucked away in her portfolio that she refused to show Kagami. “If you wear green too your eyes will stand out and Adrien is supposed to be the one people are paying attention to.”

“Should the bridesmaids wear green then? If that dress design is anything to go by we don’t want Kagami to blend in with the other girls.” Felix hummed, sliding closer to Marinette without thinking about it. “Can’t have you stealing the show from the bride, you know.”

Marinette’s face grew warm at the compliment, even if it did match her unintentional flirting moments earlier. The added proximity didn’t help, but she could pull herself together. This was Felix, after all, and despite how nice he had been that evening she still needed to see more of him before passing a proper judgement on him. 

The two planners missed the looks between the future Mr. and Mrs Agreste. 

“Well, after the akuma attack today I feel exhausted. I think I shall turn in tonight, since the two of you have it covered.” Kagami said as she stood from her seat. 

“Did you want me to make you a coffee?” Adrien asked innocently enough, but was immediately shut down.

“No, if I have a coffee now I won’t sleep.” Kagami raised her brow at her fiance, wondering if he had caught her drift yet. “And you have business to take care of in the morning. Let’s leave the planning to these two, shall we?”

The blonde man abruptly stood up, realizing what she was getting at. “Oh, oh! Yeah! Of course! They don’t really need our input for any of this stuff anyways, and I’m definitely beat after that sentimonster. We should go to bed.”

The owners of the house bid their goodnights and quickly escaped from the room, leaving Marinette and Felix sitting there dumbfounded. 

“Have, have they always been that obvious in their plans?” Felix finally asked, breaking the silence that had stretched on after their friend's departure. 

Marinette shook her head, “I have only seen them like that once when they were trying to plan a surprise birthday party for me.”

“And how well did that go for them?”

“Adrien ordered the cake from my parents bakery over the phone, but didn’t realize that I was the one taking his order.” Marinette recalled the look of horror on Adrien’s face when he had come to pick the cake up the day prior, and had begged Marinette not to tell Kagami he blew it. “For someone so smart he can be really oblivious, you know.”

“I did live with him for two years, I am well aware of how he can be.” Felix snorted. He shifted positions so he was facing towards Marinette. “I think it actually turned me into a better person, to be honest.”

“What do you mean?” Marinette mirrored his position on the couch. Adrien was an open book to her, she could ask him anything about himself and he’d answer her, and when she asked about his time in England he never said much about it. She couldn’t miss hearing about it from a second party, though. Especially when her friend was the cause of someone becoming a better person.

“Well, as I’m sure you are aware I was a terrible teenager.” Felix started.

“What? You? The man who deleted my love confession and mocked our friends?” Marinette jokingly pushed his shoulder. “I don’t believe it.”

Felix grinned, “I know, I know. I’m such a saint now. I wasn’t sure if you had even recognized me at first.”

“It was a bit difficult without those devil horns you used to wear.”

“Oh those? Those were natural. Grew them myself. Kind of miss them, actually.” 

The two laughed for a moment, enjoying their friendly banter that seemed to come so easily to them. 

“Okay,” Marinette giggled, “tell me how our sweet sunshine child managed to change the demon known as Felix.”

“Well, when he first moved in I was sent into a whirlwind of emotion.” Felix started, “I was still angry that Adrien had abandoned me when my father had died because his father wouldn’t let him call or text us, but I also knew how terrible it was to lose a father even if it was only to a lifetime imprisonment. I had so much baggage that I took it out on him. I think I made the first few weeks of his stay with us hell.”

The blonde man shifted, no longer wanting to look her in the eye as he confessed to his crimes. It didn’t take a trained psychoanalyst to see the regret he felt coming out and causing him to fidget. 

“It was when he transferred into my school and started to get bullied that I changed my tune.” Marinette was shocked. Adrien was so loveable and kind, how could anyone have bullied him? Then it donned on her. He was a terrorist's son. “People would shove notes in his locker with butterflies on it, or draw on his desk, and he’d just smile and say that they must have been doing it because of his fathers fashion symbol being a butterfly. Perhaps he wasn’t oblivious to it, but purposefully ignorant. No one would want to believe their father was the supervillian of Paris after all.”

“It was then that I decided to switch my targets from my cousin to those bullying him, and oh was I ever brutal. I had a few of them expelled for harassment, some I actually got physical with since they assumed I was Adrien. Either way, it was my school and I wasn’t going to let anyone insult my cousin. That was my job.” Felix’s brows pulled together. “It was the fights that got Adrien to step in. He reminded me that the emotions of people were complicated things, and that they were acting out more out of fear than actual hatred towards him. He told me what he actually needed wasn’t another bodyguard, but someone to lead his PR campaign.” 

Marinette remembered when Adrien’s image in the media had changed the first time, when he went from brilliant model to the heir to Hawkmoth's legacy. It had taken almost another full year of Adrien working harder than he ever had before to show the world that he wasn’t a monster, and it still took a live interview from Ladybug herself to convince the rest of the public that there was no way Adrien was involved in any of his fathers crimes nor was he a holder of a miraculous. It had been a wild ride from start to finish, but all considering it only took two whole years to get Adrien back in the world's good graces when the sunshine boy didn’t think he’d ever be able to live it down. 

“I spearheaded Adrien’s redemption. We donated to so many relief funds, I used our similar appearances to go onto talk shows to give a more calculated interviews. I did everything in my power to make people realize how inherently good Adrien is, and it worked.” Felix let out a long breath before turning a kind smile towards her. “But by the time all of that was done I had changed. I had become a person Adrien was proud of, and now I am here planning his wedding with his best friend. Whom, might I add, he talked about almost as much as he did his own girlfriend.”

“Now if you could have told me that, say, five years ago I would have been ecstatic.” Marinette set her portfolio down on the coffee table as she remembered how intense her crush for Adrien used to be. “But I am long over my crush on Adrien.”

“I am sorry about that, by the way.”

“Hm?” Marinette tilted her head to the side, not sure what he was talking about.

“Deleting your confession.” He explained. “It was wrong of me. I was jealous and petty and I’m sorry.”

Marinette wasn’t angry anymore, even if she wanted to be. Felix wasn’t the same as he was all those years ago and neither was she. It was silly for her to hold onto all that anger when he had changed himself so completely. 

“I am, however, not sorry you didn’t end up with my cousin.” He grinned. “Now I might have a chance.”

Maybe not so completely.

“In your dreams, devil boy!”

[moons-and-stars-and-shit]

Hi ao idk if your matchups are still open but I would just like to send mine just in case and if you they are closed, could you do mine when you open them?🥺 ANYWAYS. Imma introduce myself :)

My name is Cecilia, and my pronouns are she/they! I am a Aries, im Bi and im a ENFP. When it comes to the physical aspects, I am 5'8, I have brown hair, brown eyes and I have freckles on my face. Also I'm kinda blind lol I use glasses bc I can't see shit without them 😃. I'm chubby and I have the fear of accidentally squishing people if I sit on their laps or if they carry me 😀. When someone meets me for the first time you will either get the first impression that im a rude and sarcastic person that doesn't care about anyone and I will kill you OR I am one of the nicest human beings that you will ever meet on the planet earth. There isn't really a in-between. BUT, usually when I warm up to people I can be really chaotic and fun, tho I am really sarcastic so people really won't be able to save themselves from my snarky remarks :) . I really like to listen to music, read, ride my bike,, write poetry, play video games and watch movies (preferably romantic movies or horror movies). I also enjoy learning new languages and for now I speak 3 (Spanish (which is my native one), English and Russian. I'm trying to learn Japanese). I hate strawberries and thunderstorms. UwU idk if you take preferences for what characters people want for matchups, but my preferences are yaku, suna, yamaguchi, or akaashi.

Ok thanks ily and take care! 🥺💓

@scftfairyking

Romantic Matchup

Suna Rintarou

A/N Ok so he was actually a candidate for your matchups so when you said he was one of your preferences I was like why not 👀

How Y’all Met

So you we’re actually Atsumus gaming buddy

You guys were a very chaotic duo 😊

but you guys would often just play video games together

So when Suna ACTUALLY agreed to come play video games at his house with him

He thought he would invite you too

Yk for shits and giggles

Things started off pretty smoothly

Y’all just played Mario kart together

Then the smack talk started...

You started throwing little jabs about Sunas playing

Which started to rile him up

Causing the game to get a little...intense

Honestly Atsumu didn’t even know what was happening anymore

One minute y’all were laughing together

But now you could cut the tension with a knife

Eventually it was just you and suna going head to head in the game

Unfortunately a text from your parents distracted you for a split second and he won 😔

You had to go home anyways so you started to pack your stuff

But before leaving the house you pointed at suna and said

“Nice playing, but you just got lucky. I’ll beat you next time”

And left

If you had stayed a little longer you would’ve seen the pink that dusted Sunas cheeks 👀

Before he took his leave he asked suna for your number

Which earned him a couple of teases from the blonde twin

But in the end he got it

And the first thing he sent you was a challenge to 8 ball

And the text

“You said you’d beat me next time, so let’s see about that”

Which began the start of your glorious friendship

Eventuality poor Atsumu got replaced as your gamer buddy

And suna took his place 👀

Suna had feelings for you since he first met you

But never said anything

But a certain blabber mouth twin did...

Atsumu had noticed how much you two we’re hanging out

So being the little snitch he is ratted his friend out

He literally just flat out told you that suna liked you

This info was obviously a little shocking

But you wouldn’t deny that you were a little pleased 👀

You’ve also developed feelings for suna

So YOU confessed to HIM

And of course he agreed 🙄

What They Love About You

He loves how sassy you are

This mans can be a sassy little shit too

So it’s cool that he found someone who can match his energy

And take a couple of teases every now and then

Awww

He loves your freckles

He legit thinks their the cutest thing ever

Oh and he LOVES your height

It’s just perfect in comparison to his

Hugs are never awkward yk

Favorite Things To Do Together

Omg

He loves to watch horror movies with you

Like full on horror movie marathons

Oof and god forbid you actually get scared

Because first of all he’ll tease the shit out of you

But then he’ll go on about how he’ll “protect you”

He still likes to play video games with you!

But be warned...

These moments get VERY competitive

He also just likes to chill with you and listen to music

Every time you do that you get to pick a song then he gets to pick a song

Fun timessss

Random Hc

His favorite horror movie is The Shining

For ONE reason only

Because you always get a little jittery after watching it

So he loves to just pop out from behind a corner and yell

HERES JOHNNY

He honestly thinks it’s the funniest shit ever

He was this 🤏 close to beating the s h i t out of Atsumu for telling you how he felt

But he didn’t

Cause he ended up with you ❤️

He will literally pick you up outta NOWHERE

just to get a reaction out of you 🥲

Astrology

When Aries and Aquarius come together in a love match, the combination of Aquarius vision and Aries action makes them a highly creative pair.

Their relationship is anything but static; they can be competitive, but life with these two is never dull!

Zodiac Signs that are two apart tend to have a special connection, and these are no exception.

They are great friends as they communicate really well.

They have a special understanding of one another’s idealistic, enthusiastic outlook on life.

They both crave excitement and new experiences — the wilder and stranger, the better.

They’re both into thrills and showing off.

Many Aries-Aquarius relationships are based on mutual admiration.

Aries loves how unique Aquarius is, their inventive vision of the world; Aquarius loves Aries for their energy and initiative — Aquarius gets new ideas all the time but sometimes finds it hard to carry them out.

Since both Signs prize independence, Aries’s tendency toward possessiveness can push Aquarius to become aloof or detached as a self-preservation tactic.

Though they have that special connection, they do see the world in very different lights, which they both need to understand.

Aries can be too involved for Aquarius’s taste, and Aquarius in turn may be too unpredictable for Aries.

As it turns out, Aquarius is the one Sign that has Aries beat when it comes to spontaneity!

As long as both partners reassure each other that the relationship is important and secure, things will be just fine.

Overall Aesthetic

Grunge

My Ordinary Life - The Living Tombstone

Verbatim - Mother Mother

DVD - Robbie Jet

IFHY - Tyler The Creater

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Universal took Tremors from its creators after 30 years of work.

TL;DR After 25-30 years making the series, Brent Maddock, Michael Gross, Nancy Roberts, Ron Underwood and S.S. Wilson were kicked out so Universal Studios could make more money off the merchandising before the Tremors copyright expires in 2025.

*****MAJOR SPOILERS**** This will make you sad, angry and frustrated. But there is hope. #StampedeTremors

Soooooo, ever since I blew up and sidetracked a post about David Fincher's Queen Biopic with Sacha Baron Cohen as Freddie Mercury discussing the Tremors 7 ending, I've done some more research on the whole thing. The Graboid hole for this goes deep.

Michael Gross didn't want it.

“There’s a part of me that feels that Universal Home Entertainment might’ve had enough of Tremors. The suggestions that were made in the course of this [movie] made me think maybe they’ve had enough. They came to me and said, ‘What if we ended it at 7?’ and I said, ‘Whatever you choose to do, I’m good with that.'” “That being said, The door is still open for an eighth Tremors. It may seem unlikely by what people see on the screen, but it is possible. There could be an eighth. And if there were, and if it were an interesting story, I would be up for it because Burt is always a great deal of fun. It would depend on his physicality. How much they want me to do. If it’s in another two years, I’ll be 75 years old. So I will continue to hope and pray that I stay in shape, to do what is asked of me – if it is asked of me.”

AND Universal even killed off any ambiguity that he fought for.

"We shot it both ways, where everybody's mourning Burt, and he climbs up over the cliff and looks at all of them in mourning and goes, 'Jesus, God, I'm not dead. And he's really pissed off at them. It's like, 'How would you possibly think...?' But he's bloodied, just he's a mess. He looks like he's been through an earthquake, crushed by a house, but he's alive. And he says, 'You idiots. Of course, I'm alive.'" "They decided it just had this punch. Frankly, I thought to myself -- I didn't express it to them, but I thought to myself -- 'Maybe Universal's getting a little tired of this franchise.' Because this wasn't my idea." "I said, 'I can live with this. Because they came to me. They said, 'Look, you've been doing this so long. What do you think?' And I said, 'Well, as long as we kind of leave the door open.' I mean, I can kind of see an eighth film where it opens with Burt in a hospital bed, in a full body cast and saying, 'I survived.' He could hardly move a muscle. And maybe eight is...if I had a concept for eight, it would be Burt horribly injured, but in a motorized, weaponized wheelchair that has rocket mounts on the side and can leave an oil slick behind like James Bond's car. So nobody can chase him." "I always said, if Kevin Bacon or Fred [Ward] or Reba [McIntire] or anybody [wanted to return], I'd be there in a minute. Just because one, I love Burt, but I always thought of him as this guy kind of on the fringes, and I just came to the fore because everybody else walked away."

https://bloody-disgusting.com/movie/3637682/michael-gross-says-door-still-open-potential-eighth-tremors-movie/

https://comicbook.com/movies/news/tremors-shrieker-island-michael-gross-on-burt-gummer-death/

While Universal ignored how Michael Gross was setting up his son Travis Welker to pick up his torch (Which I'm give or take on Jamie Kennedy yet he brought a Grady-like optimism to the shittier of the series.)

"My reaction was disappointment, as I had planned an entire storyline around his participation."

Even Jamie Kennedy tried to but they wouldn't let him.

"Lot of people have been asking me, so I might as well spill it. I will NOT be in the upcoming TREMORS 7. I had a great time making the last two. But no TRAVIS this time around. But hey you neva’ know what can happen in the future.... have a great time boys! Tdawg out!!!"

https://mobile.twitter.com/JamieKennedy/status/1188981479973347329

After 7 movies and a TV show, nothing more than a spit in the face for the man who carried a franchise. Then when they do the montage at the end, we get clips of Hiram Gummer but NOTHING of Burt Gummer from the TV show. It's 13 episodes of Burt in Tremors that's longer than all the movies combined but yet they don't even include it in the ending montage while including his dead grandpa.

Same with the original creators. Did you know Stampede Entertainment (Brent Maddock, Nancy Roberts, Ron Underwood, and S.S. Wilson) were working on Tremors for 25 years and even had the 5th one written, "Thunder/Gummer Down Under".

Then were told to sit on it for 10 years before Universal eventually told them to eat dirt? That's gotta hurt. It hurts me and I'm not even connected to these movies. All that work down the drain just because of someone's say so. And for no reason. Well not exactly....

Universal knows fans want Tremors merch. I mean, look at how they took #BurtGummerDay from @BabyFarkMcGeeZax. And they want ALLLLLL of that merchandising money. With none of it going to Stampede because it would give them leverage. Not to mention they don't want anyone else getting the idea to make cute monster toys before they can roll out their own line.

Don't believe me? See Universal pull some Hollywood Accounting with Tremors already.

http://imgur.com/gallery/mFNIHV3

Half a billion dollars... completely untraceable. I've tried. Emailed the numbers people and they can't tell me anything unless you pay $50 a film to see the numbers. Which makes me ask, who paid for the numbers on 1,5, 6, & 7? And why only what they made? Not their cost. Same for the numbers on 2, 3, & 4. Why numbers on the cost, but nothing on what it made? It seems weirdly targeted to make it look like the Stampede Entertainment ones only cost money but made nothing.

Then when you find out that the copyright to Tremors will revert to its creators after the 35 year mark, which makes that date 2024-2025 since Tremors was filmed in '88-'89 but released in '90.....

Wellllllll some things start to add up. Especially when you consider it's Universal. They already know about owning copyrights for things long out of due. Ask Dracula, Frankenstein and the Wolfman. Or Nintendo when Universal tried to sue them because Donkey Kong was too similar to King Kong.

Ask Stampede (S.S. Wilson) yourself. They have a Question and Answer page right on their site.

Like did you know you can't find ANY official Tremors merch? But you CAN find tons of fan-made creations. Give it a Google. They don't even list Tremors on the Universal website. Go ahead. Ask them. I try weekly. No responses ever.

https://www.universalpictures.com/about

Even with a longer history, more money made, and amount of sequel potential in comparison to their other films?

http://imgur.com/gallery/ZnXEsI3

Fans are clamoring for more but Universal says no?

Hell, you can watch the TV show for free on the NBC site.

But before my investigating, the episodes were so jumbled and missing it would ruin people's enjoyment.

https://www.reddit.com/r/Tremors/comments/m0wvwu/tremors_episode_9_graboid_rights_is_back_on_nbc/

What about how they made a Tremors series pilot with Kevin Bacon? The only bad thing about it is that they need to pull a Sonic redo on the Graboid at the end but who knows, I suspect it's like that for plot reasons after reading the unaired script.

https://youtu.be/hWU3GpKmIvw

That Universal/NBC/SyFy has proceeded to hide deeper than a Graboid burrows. https://wegotthiscovered.com/movies/tremors-star-kevin-bacon-confused-sequel-series-picked/

Despite no one knowing why. http://imgur.com/gallery/w7rbUvZ

Read the script for yourself if you don't believe me. They've already hidden it for two years. Andrew Miller worked too hard for it to be hidden. And it plays. It works and plays with what's already there while being new and old. Quite good.

Have you seen the Kevin Bacon/Michael Gross commercial featuring them in Perfection Valley? The whole commercial is a sly way to use Tremors WITHOUT actually saying anything Universal would have claim to call copyright on. "Sandworms" "My old co-star" "Trevors". It's a great big middle finger to Universal.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=E_O0K9hmlrw

How about the original script for Tremors 2: Aftershocks. The creators have wanted it seen for 20 years but it took a crazy Larry like me to get it out there. It's got Val, Earl, Burt and Heather in it too. Pretty good too. So good they reused the ending in the TV show episode "Shriek and Destroy".

All these things swirl together and make me wonder more and more. For the plethora of Tremors fandom goes deeper than even me... Like Imgur user @BabyFarkMcGeeZax. They created Burt Gummer Day five years ago through sweat and love alone.

https://www.reddit.com/r/Tremors/comments/mb2rtz/babyfarkmcgeezax_created_burt_gummer_day_and/

Yet what does Universal do? Take the day, plaster it over the end of their hero's death, and not even give a line credit or thank you to @BabyFarkMcGeeZax or a mention on Twitter as they blurb it everywhere.

Ever seen the gif battles about Tremors at r/HighQualityGifs?

https://www.reddit.com/r/GifTournament/comments/luvt39/giftournament_battle_13_round_3/

https://www.reddit.com/r/HighQualityGifs/comments/dtz11k/battle_178_tremors/

How about The Everything Sequel podcast where they discuss how amazing all of The Tremors Saga is after discovering it for the first time. Even going so far as to pitch their own sequels.

https://share.transistor.fm/s/e24901de https://share.transistor.fm/s/bdea7b5e https://share.transistor.fm/s/cf79bbc1 https://share.transistor.fm/s/fac66438 https://share.transistor.fm/s/a90415cd https://share.transistor.fm/s/c0e8153e https://share.transistor.fm/s/6b6572f9

There's so much fan content and people screaming for more Tremors! Like "Perfection, NV", a fan film.

Or this collection of alt Tremors posters.

http://imgur.com/gallery/MgkhnfE

Including the thousands of pieces of fanart.

http://imgur.com/gallery/6f7Txh0

http://imgur.com/gallery/nXG1ph1

The story behind Tremors comics. http://www.enemyofpeanuts.com/2013/03/09/the-short-story-behind-tremors-comics/

Even the new Tremors game. OR games.

https://youtu.be/G6PX1QY2oIc

https://stefanocagnani90.itch.io/tremors-thegame

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tremors:_The_Game

https://www.playfg.com/dirt-dragons-game.html

Look at all this love.

And this isn't even an officially licensed game.

"A fortune", you say? Interesting....

So let's make Tremors 8 Ouroboros with the OG creators back on board.

https://imgur.com/gallery/o2kCFLu

We restart the TV show and end the movies for a while. Just like The Librarians. If Marvel can switch between movies and TV, Tremors can too.

If you think I'm crazy too, just see and know how I've been in this position before. I'm well aware of how this "story" plays out.

I mean, Tremors *does* foreshadows its ending with a sleeping bag. https://imgur.com/gallery/5HexQ

Notice too how you can find little Behind the Scenes for Tremors 5-7 despite a smorgasbord of material for 1-4 and both TV shows.

http://imgur.com/gallery/b4STAkl http://imgur.com/gallery/gSlZ1fC http://imgur.com/gallery/fnFt9MD http://imgur.com/gallery/6mDHTtg http://imgur.com/gallery/4M28quW http://imgur.com/gallery/w7rbUvZ http://imgur.com/gallery/6l0Dogl

And it's not like Universal isn't known for shady business practices. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Universal_Pictures

What about how they own the rights to damn near every monster except for Godzilla. And not just the classics like Frankenstein, Dracula, the Wolfman, Mummy and Invisible Man. They have Kong, Hulk, Jaws, Michael Myers, The Thing, all the Jurassic Park dinos, all the Romero zombies, Chucky, Casper, Riddick beasts, Hellboy, and Jaegers/Kaiju. These dudes know merchandising rights and they're looking to score the next Poke'Mon franchise.

https://www.plagiarismtoday.com/2011/10/24/how-universal-re-copyrighted-frankensteins-monster/

Take a gander at all these articles gushing with love for Tremors:

Why the 'Tremors' Franchise Is Better Than the 'Alien' Movies https://collider.com/why-the-tremors-franchise-is-better-than-the-alien-movies/

As Kevin Bacon's Tremors returns to TV, we explain the entire franchise ​It's way more complicated than you think. https://www.digitalspy.com/movies/a807140/tremors-franchise-series-guide-kevin-bacon/

20 Fun Facts About Tremors https://ew.com/article/1990/07/13/tremors/

Thirty Years After Tremors, Reba McEntire Tells Us Why She's Absolutely Down to Return For a Reboot https://www.esquire.com/entertainment/movies/a30457996/tremors-30-anniversary-reba-mcentire-interview/

30 years ago, Tremors became perhaps the most perfect bad movie https://www.thv11.com/mobile/article/entertainment/movies/film-on-11/getting-reel/30-years-ago-tremors-became-perhaps-the-most-perfect-bad-movie/91-8f6854df-9dcc-4870-ab3a-4f91a658ac3f

How Tremors 7 Succeeds Where Other Horror Movie Franchises Failhttps://screenrant.com/tremors-7-movie-succeeds-better-horror-movie-franchises-reason/

A Complete Rundown of the Entire Tremors Saga https://www.dreadcentral.com/editorials/363290/beneath-perfection-thoughts-on-the-entire-tremors-franchise/

Kevin Bacon Wants to Revisit His Only Film He Ever Re-Watched https://www.hollywoodreporter.com/movies/movie-news/kevin-bacon-tremors-1234956657/

Look at all this #BurtGummerDay love. That adds up to thousands of people watching Tremors for the first or fiftieth time. And this is only the first "official" year. It'll only grow.

http://imgur.com/t/burt_gummer_day

https://m.facebook.com/groups/2215552755347508/permalink/3124638257772282/?ref=m_notif¬if_t=group_comment

https://m.facebook.com/groups/2215552755347508/permalink/3124638397772268/

https://www.reddit.com/r/Tremors/about

Can you see the Tremors? Can you feel them? Fans want Tremors and they want it from Stampede. http://imgur.com/gallery/ZaVL7Mc http://imgur.com/gallery/f37bEV7 http://imgur.com/gallery/De6DlqQ

After all this time, and all this love, and all this greed, it's time we break Hollywood tradition and give power back to the people. When people can #RestoreTheSnyderVerse or #SaveTheVentureBros, we can #StampedeTremors for #BurtGummerDay.

Take this hope and fly!

#StampedeTremors

BTS, gifs, and videos of The Tremors Saga. Tremors: The Lost Tapes from S.S. Wilson's personal collection https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PL1EA9246EF966DDA2

Monster Makers https://stampede-entertainment.com/site/photos/tmm-tremors/ https://stampede-entertainment.com/site/photos/tmm-tremors2/

ADI's creation documentaries https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLR9WUo3tIVnb4CyMR1SLVsxPyBwz1Met_ BTS gallery of Tremors http://imgur.com/gallery/b4STAkl

The making of Tremors https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=m-HUUt21tRA

Inside the Graboid workshop https://youtu.be/YgPuC2tNBpM

Stampede Entertainment's video archive for Tremors https://stampede-entertainment.com/site/category/videos/tremors/

Tremors opening https://youtu.be/gnqPYTOzc38

BTS gallery of Tremors 2: Aftershocks http://imgur.com/gallery/gSlZ1fC

Stampede Entertainment's behind the scenes of Tremors 2 https://stampede-entertainment.com/site/photos/tremors2/

The making of Tremors 2 https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=fAlqzM0CyPI

Tremors 2 original script with Val, Earl, Burt and Heather. http://imgur.com/gallery/8QaHPRy

Tremors 2: Aftershocks opening https://youtu.be/pVi24Gc0KdQ)

BTS gallery of Tremors 3: Back to Perfection http://imgur.com/gallery/fnFt9MD Stampede Entertainment's behind the scenes of Tremors 3 https://stampede-entertainment.com/site/photos/tremors3/

On the set of Tremors 3 https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=0ZhrvkB5nKs

Stampede Entertainment's video archive of Tremors 3 https://stampede-entertainment.com/site/category/videos/tremors3/

Tremors 3: Back to Perfection opening https://youtu.be/UXjdZitldB4

BTS gallery of Tremors the Series http://imgur.com/gallery/6mDHTtg

Stamede Entertainment's https://stampede-entertainment.com/site/photos/tremors-series/

Behind the scenes of Tremors the Series lost monsters. https://stampede-entertainment.com/site/photos/tremors-series-lost/

Cold opens for Tremors the Series https://youtu.be/srB6rZgv_Po https://youtu.be/v3ZkC08rKtg

BTS gallery of Tremors 4: The Legend Begins http://imgur.com/gallery/4M28quW Stampede Entertainment's behind the scenes of Tremors 4 https://stampede-entertainment.com/site/photos/tremors4-2/

On the set of Tremors 4 https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=bppXVxldTqU The weapons of Tremors 4 https://stampede-entertainment.com/site/photos/weapons-of-tremors-4/

Tremors 4: The Legend Begins opening https://youtu.be/3gDlAEUBesg

BTS gallery of Tremors 5: Bloodlines http://imgur.com/gallery/6l0Dogl

Tremors 5: Bloodlines opening https://youtu.be/t8jrCVI676Y

BTS gallery of the unaired Kevin Bacon Tremors pilot http://imgur.com/gallery/w7rbUvZ

Script for the unaired Tremors pilot http://imgur.com/gallery/UbtTvyf

Trailer for the unreleased Tremors pilot https://youtu.be/hWU3GpKmIvw

Kevin Bacon talks Tremors. https://youtu.be/TAGOlEIR7mA

Interviews with Alec Gillis, Brent Maddock, Nancy Roberts, and Ron Underwood https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLjmUAAK3guQ8t6dKzwH9V0RzerkdLr0d1

S.S. Wilson talks his Tremors career. https://youtu.be/ZJhZmty_dKs Making Perfection https://youtu.be/hpCSCQJEmnk

Have a question about Tremors? Find it here and if you can't find it, ask S.S. Wilson yourself! https://stampede-entertainment.com/site/fan-extras/tremors-faq/?include_category=general

And if you love Tremors enough to have made it this far, enjoy a collection of gifs for you to use at your pleasure.

Tremors http://imgur.com/gallery/kPiEe3d http://imgur.com/gallery/5Sb4Vpg http://imgur.com/gallery/1uZxiue http://imgur.com/gallery/NX5r2

Tremors 2 Aftershocks http://imgur.com/gallery/i1IZZf8 http://imgur.com/gallery/krcmrgQ http://imgur.com/gallery/GjTxAg1 http://imgur.com/gallery/DabFZTt http://imgur.com/gallery/QLTStyx http://imgur.com/gallery/P92e1ri http://imgur.com/gallery/IUAvd http://imgur.com/gallery/h8BZ0qN http://imgur.com/gallery/ZQi2KOb http://imgur.com/gallery/WDZdM

Tremors 3 Back to Perfection http://imgur.com/gallery/5ebddmR http://imgur.com/gallery/Rj9fqIy http://imgur.com/gallery/ikzXFbd

Tremors the Series http://imgur.com/gallery/cqSMk40

Tremors 4 The Legend Begins

http://imgur.com/gallery/ufV3of1 http://imgur.com/gallery/zPGBOW3 http://imgur.com/gallery/ri5jLRd http://imgur.com/gallery/y7A3l5D

Tremors 5 Bloodlines

http://imgur.com/gallery/Pmunxjo http://imgur.com/gallery/0yazNVG

Tremors 6 A Cold Day In Hell http://imgur.com/gallery/S4qlPCI http://imgur.com/gallery/Xa2mUsS

Tremors Pilot http://imgur.com/gallery/RXXjbKr http://imgur.com/gallery/kCErQyF

Tremors 7 Shrieker Island

http://imgur.com/gallery/FzpJllb http://imgur.com/gallery/JGweZjH