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[padfootagain]

Love in Verses (XXV)

Chapter 25: ‘They will think of ways to make you smile so you can be happy for a while’

Hi! Here is a new chapter! Some embarrassing scenes for both our babies… it’s pretty cute! Also, Siobhán is back, hence the poem!

I hope you like this chapter! Tell me what you think!

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Pairing: Hozier x fem!reader (professor!AU)

Warnings: slow burn, angst, hurt, hurt/comfort, tooth-rotting fluff in later chapters, some scenes in later chapters will have heavy sexual themes even if it’s not explicit nsfw description, so no minors here

Summary: Your life seems perfect. You're engaged, your career is thriving as you become an assistant professor at Trinity College, and this Andrew Hozier-Byrne you're sharing an office with seems to be a nice guy you hope to call a friend soon. Life seems to be smiling at you... until everything goes sour. When your fiancé breaks up with you, your perfect world shatters. And when your colleague also gets his heart broken soon after, your shared office seems to be a curse rather than a blessing. But Andrew seems determined to mend your broken hearts... Will things finally go according to plan?

Word Count: 2247

Masterlist for the series – Hozier’s masterlist – Main masterlist

A Friend

A person who will listen and not condemn Someone on whom you can depend They will not flee when bad times are here Instead they will be there to lend an ear They will think of ways to make you smile So you can be happy for a while When times are good and happy there after They will be there to share the laughter Do not forget your friends at all For they pick you up when you fall Do not expect to just take and hold Give friendship back, it is pure gold.

Gillian Jones

You were kissing him.

Hands in his hair, gently pulling, not enough to hurt, but enough to tug and make his brain short-circuit altogether.

Your lips left his for a moment, he blinked his eyes open, bending further to keep you close. You were in his arms, he was holding you against him, and you were bringing your lips to his ear, and it was divine, really, the feeling of you so close, your warm breath fanning over his cheek as you whispered.

“Andy, I want you…”

He held your face then, to bring your lips back to his, and you let him… and not only did you let him kiss you, you let him deepen that kiss, you kissed him back, you moaned into his mouth…

“I want you,” he whispered against your lips, breathing heavily, panting even. “God, you have no idea how much I want you, Y/N…”

You kissed again, both of you breathless while you struggled to walk across your living room, and all the way across your flat. You stumbled a little on the bed, both of you struggling to take your clothes off.

And suddenly there was so much skin to touch, to kiss, to gently bite on…

The way you sighed his name…

“Andy…”

He was kissing the skin of your thighs when you spoke his name again, louder this time.

“Andy.”

Your taste on his lips when you shouted, but it didn’t sound like a pleasurable cry…

“Andy!”

Andrew jumped up, startled, opening his eyes and falling onto the floor as the chair under him was pushed away by his rushed movements.

“Christ! Andy, you’re alright?”

He blinked, facing wooden tiles, a floor he recognised instantly…

“Andy?”

He looked up, following your voice. You were crouching by his side, fully dressed, in your black jeans and blue jumper, staring at him with worry in your eyes.

His eyes grew round.

He was at work. He had fallen asleep, he was in your office, in the same room as you while he dreamt of…

He sat up in a hurry, blushing to an extreme, looking anywhere but in your direction. Jesus… how could he ever look at you again…

His breathing was a mess, you stared at him with worried eyes, he knew you did, he could feel your gaze on him and the intention behind it.

“You’re okay? You look like you’re panicking…”

“I’m alright, sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry, you just… you were dozing off. I should have been more�� gentle, I guess, to wake you up.”

“What time is it?”

“Almost 10 p.m.”

“Christ, we should go home anyway. Thank you for waking me.”

He was still doing his best to look away, to not make eye-contact with you…

… for now, he could see your eyes looking down on him while his tongue was…

“Well, if it makes you fall off your chair, that must have been some dream you were having,” you joked, unaware of how true your words were.

“Yeah,” he joked. “I don’t know, can’t remember to be fair.”

He was finally back on his feet, and you were standing too. You gave him a smile, again, he wasn’t looking at you but he could feel it. He could hear it in your voice too.

“You look flustered, Andy,” you chuckled.

He nervously rubbed at the back of his neck.

A lie, a lie, a lie… he needed to find a lie. He couldn’t tell you the truth, obviously, how he had dreamt of kissing you, of doing much more than simply kissing you…

He rested his hand on his desk for support, but when he looked as his own fingers, he could see them again touching your bare skin, picture them pleasuring you…

He cleared his throat, reached for his jacket.

“Yeah, well… I did fall asleep on the job and then made an arse of myself so…”

“Oh, Andy…”

Your voice was so soft, so filled with fondness that he had to look up at you.

“You truly are adorable when you blush, you know?” you said, and even though he guessed that there was teasing in your words, your voice sounded too genuine to feel this way.

You chuckled, embarrassed at your confession, it seemed. You pushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

And then you started laughing, trying to hide it behind your hand at first, but then you were gone in a fit of laughter.

“You…” you choked on your own words, brushing tears away, and your laugh was so infectious, Andrew started to chuckle as well. “You falling from your chair… was hilarious though… you just…”

You dramatically imitated his fall, making him explode with laughter too. You couldn’t stop laughing for a good five minutes, both of you holding your painful stomachs.

“You’re right though, let’s go home. It’s late, I’m exhausted… and we do have to do this all over again tomorrow.”

“My God… don’t mention that…” Andrew smiled, waiting for you to turn off your computer and put on your coat.

For once, he would have preferred to make a quick escape, so he could curse at himself all he wanted and let himself fully feel the unbearable weight of embarrassment that came with his fantasies; but it would have seemed strange, completely out of character and habits, and he didn’t want you to ask more questions.

He walked with you out of the empty building and all the way to your cars. You chatted about the classes you had the next day, the book he had just begun reading. It was so easy, talking with you, Andrew almost forgot his dream. He was only hit with the memory again when you turned to him to bid him good night, all grin and shiny smile, looking unbearably beautiful in the orange streetlights. He wanted to kiss you again then, and that’s when the images came back, how he imagined you lying in bed under him, moaning his name…

He cleared his throat, bid you good night and hurried to disappear into his car while he fiercely blushed again.

“Y/N!”

“SIOBHÁN!”

People looked at the two of you as you ran across the train station, falling into each other’s arms, but none of you cared. Your best friend was back for a week, you had so many things to say and do together!

You helped her with her luggage while you crossed the station, then the parking lot all the way to your car. Before going to your flat, you needed to drop by Trinity for a meeting with Lydia you couldn’t move around in your schedule. There would be a conference organised later this year, hosted by Trinity, and she needed to start planning some details with you. Lydia wanted you for a conference, even if she hadn’t asked you officially yet, it was obviously the reason behind that meeting. You were grateful already that she would include you as one of the main speakers.

So, you took Siobhán to Trinity, showed her your building, got a coffee with her before heading to your office. She had brought her laptop, wanted to get some work done while waiting for you. After all, no one was truly on vacation when doing an academic job…

You spent some time talking with Colm in the corridor leading to your office, and he greeted your friend with a joyous tone. You were surprised to learn that he knew about Siobhán’s work, and you were almost ready to leave them alone for the rest of the afternoon as they were enthralled in a discussion about their work, when the door to your office opened. You saw Andrew walking out, bending down to avoid the doorframe. He greeted you with a warm smile, one that turned shyer when he noticed your friend.

Meanwhile, you saw the way Siobhán was raising a surprised eyebrow at your colleague, the way she blinked a couple of times and let her eyes trail along his frame for a couple of seconds, before catching herself.

“Hi, Andy!”

Siobhán sent you a questioning look that silently asked ‘THIS is Andy?!’

“Hi,” he answered with a tender smile.

“I’m glad to bump into you! I wanted to introduce you to my good friend, Siobhán! She’s staying in Dublin for a week. This is Andrew,” you added as you turned to Siobhán, without any other explanation. After all, you talked about Andrew often… or maybe, all the time.

“That’s very nice to meet you,” Andrew spoke in his softest, quietest voice, the one he used when he was feeling particularly shy, or when he wanted to soothe people around him.

He offered your friend his open palm, and she shook his hand with a grin.

“It’s nice to meet you too! Y/N can’t stop yapping about you, you know?”

You nudged her in the ribs, but she barely noticed. Andrew raised a surprised eyebrow, and yet you witnessed his expression turning into a smug one, almost cheeky.

“Does she now?” he asked, his tone teasing, and you hated your stupid heart for skipping a few beats at the light in his eyes, at how low and deep his voice sounded, at the hint of flirt in his tone…

“All the time. It’s exhausting!”

“Siobhán!” you complained, but your friend merely shrugged.

“Just telling the truth!”

“I only hope Y/N doesn’t tell too many bad things about me.”

“Nah, don’t worry! On the contrary!”

“Alright, we’ve got to go now, sorry! Weren’t you heading for a class, Andy?”

“I was, yeah…”

“Good…”

“But I can stay five more minutes if your friend can provide us with some terribly humiliating stories about you…”

“Ha, I’m afraid I can’t disclose such information to you, Andrew,” Siobhán replied.

“Really? Why not?”

“I have a feeling she would prefer to be more… attractive, to you.”

He raised a surprised eyebrow again, while your eyes were going as round as saucers.

“Bye, Andy,” you mumbled under your breath, grabbing Siobhán by the arm and dragging her inside your office while she waved at Andrew. You didn’t turn around to see his reaction, didn’t want to bear witness to your own humiliation…

You shut the door and locked it before turning to your friend, aghast.

“What the fuck was that?!”

“Are you banging him?!”

“What?! Of course not! He’s a colleague! He’s a friend!”

“He’s so bloody hot, though, Y/N…”

“Siobhán!”

“I am only speaking the truth. You’re single. He’s single. You’re hot. He’s hot. It all comes together beautifully. And such a nice voice he has… so damn sexy…”

“I am not sleeping with Andy nor will I sleep with him in the future.”

“He likes you.”

You snorted.

“Yeah, sure,” you replied sarcastically.

“He does! Did you see the way he beamed at you? He’s into you.”

“He’s not.”

“He is!”

“He’s not!”

“But you are into him.”

You blinked, opened and closed your mouth a couple of times trying to think of something to say, of an argument to find… but there was nothing that could come out of your mouth for a long time. Too long for your next words to be believed by this woman who knew you better than yourself.

“I… am not! I’m not! Not at all!”

“Oh, yes… you are…”

“I am not! I… I’m trying to get Frank back!”

She raised an unimpressed eyebrow, but you merely heaved a sigh.

“Sorry, I really do have to go to my meeting now, I��ll be back later.”

You left for your meeting, which turned into exactly what you had expected. You obviously accepted to be one of the speakers at the conference, and started planning a subject for your lecture.

Over an hour later, when you came back to your office, Andrew was chatting with Siobhán. You recognised his nervous laughter, the way he bent his shoulders a little to seem smaller and less intimidating. He was shy, but he seemed to genuinely get along fine with your friend, and for some reason, you felt a great feeling of pride run through you at the sight.

They both turned to you as you entered the room.

“So?” Andy asked, and you merely grinned at him. “Ha! I knew she would ask you to be one of the speakers!”

“Has she asked you yet?”

Andrew shook his head.

“I’ll apply, once we can officially do so.”

“Fingers crossed!”

He heaved a painful sigh.

“Christ, I hate those things…”

The three of you kept on chatting for a little while, but then Andrew was heading to another class, and you and Siobhán were going home. You had barely walked out of the building that your friend held onto your arm and leaned closer to whisper in your ear.

“Christ, Andrew is so much better than Frank. I give the two of you my blessing!”

You rolled your eyes.

“There’s nothing between us!”

“There should be! You deserve someone better than Frank. Someone like Andrew. Someone who looks at you the way Andrew does.”

“What do you mean?” you frowned at her words.

She gave you a knowing look.

“Y/N… his eyes lit up every time I mentioned you. He was looking at you like you hung the stars and the moon… the lad is a goner. Don’t waste your chance.”

You laughed at her, brushed it all off, told her she was mad and should stop talking nonsense. Andrew didn’t even like you. He couldn’t have…

… could he?

[marlinspirkhall]

I watched the unaired Selection pilots so you don't have to

But, if you want to, you can do so here, and here (password: “selection”), credit to Media Garage on YouTube

Edit: links no longer active

The Selection (2012)

Strong Hunger Games vibes throughout, the plain-text opening screen isn't helping

Stock-footage of rolling hills gets replayed way too much

ETHAN PECK?

Unlike in the books, America only finds out she's been entered into The Selection after she gets selected, so the plot point about the photoshoot & her radiant smile being the thing which gets her selected no longer applies, I guess

Everyone in the YouTube comments was saying that Aspen and Maxon were miscast & the actors' roles should have been swapped (... No comment. I believe in you, Mr Peck)

This castle is looks too small to fit 24 TV show contestants in it

Fiona, unprompted: “Can you keep a secret, America?”

America: “I have been known to”

Fiona: “I play the violin”

Okay? (This is actually a very sweet moment and, again, Fiona may be the best actress in this)

This episode covered a significant portion of the first book, out of order, which makes me wonder if the intention was to cover all 3 books in one series.

This almost feels like half of a film, making me wonder if someone adapted a film spec script into a tv show spec script

Apparently, Fiona has a secret child and Celeste knows about it, causing Fiona to drop out on day one and tearfully warn America to “trust no one, there's no such thing as friends here”- which is a fucking wild thing to say when she's probably the only contestant who's been nice to America so far & Celeste didn't even need to get to know her to know her secrets because she has spies anyway 😭

It's worth reminding you that they have been at the palace for one entire day total

You think Queen Amberly is being fleshed out in this version but... Hmm

Amberly appears to be the one pulling the strings from behind the scenes (she confronts Celeste about extorting Fiona, tells her "she would have gone home in due time" and to "leave America to me. Anything we do to try and separate them [her and Maxom] will only make him want her more")

Again: IT HAS BEEN A DAY

America sees her servant gathering all her dresses (none of which she has used yet, bar the yellow and green ones) including the iconic blue one from the book cover. America asks what's happening and the servant replies: “Prince Maxom's orders”

Cut to America's family. They open a box with a glittering pair of high heels inside. I guess this is supposed to mirror the part of the book where Maxom cuts off the stipend for 2's and 3's who are in the selection?

If you think this version feels unfaithful to the book, just wait until you see The CW's pilot

IT HAS BEEN ONE DAY

Runtime: one day 45 minutes

Final rating: 5/10, kinda long and stiff in places and the set design was all over the place. Felt like a Hallmark movie (the set design didn't help). Probably would watch another episode of this if it was a full series or a limited series of 3-6 episodes. A little script-doctoring and a better set would work wonders.

The Selection (2013)

I cannot stress enough: this version begins with a sex scene between Maxom and a servant

Okay, I got ahead of myself; it actually begins with another hunger-games-esque black screen with text on it, text which reads “Someday, in the future”, which is read aloud by a woman's voice.

We zoom in on a much roomier-looking castle on a hill, as a random whip sound effect plays (leading into the sex scene, in which no whips are present)

All the female servants in the palace are dressed in sexy maid costumes and I wish I was kidding

The world map explaining the history of Illea is CONFUSING AS HELL, but maybe they hadn't nailed down all the details yet. I'm genuinely not sure

ANTONY HEAD?

Aspen is introduced tied to a St Andrew's cross and being watched over by a guard. America asks the guard to free him, he chases her through the streets, she circles back and cuts Aspen down

America's selection is similar to the 2012 pilot, except Aspen is present. America asks her mom why she'd enter her into the selection when “You know I'm with Aspen”, so uh, I guess they're not keeping it a secret here.

There's also no mention of Aspen being of a lower caste than her, nor of America having a job other than the vague title of "laboring class" which hangs over them all, vaguely

This is a masterclass in editing and pacing. The dialogue is okay, but the added geopolitics make no sense. Any issues with this are smoothed over by the fact that the plot keeps moving forwards at a breakneck pace to keep you distracted.

The lack of breathing room would probably be too confusing for an audience who wasn't already familiar with The Selection

The set here is absolutely beautiful but unfortunately it gives me Merlin vibes, and casting Antony Head as the king does not help with this.

Maxon attempts to pull a Mr Darcy. He then tells America that if she runs away with Aspen, the guards will beat him to a pulp and they'll both spend the rest of their lives in prison. America suggests that she make the monarchy look good so the working class don't side with the rebels. Looks like we're going full Hunger Games.

Celeste's handmaiden seems way too devoted to her; they turn out to be lovers

Just when you think Maxon might start redeeming himself, we see the palace guards swarm Aspen and kicking him. Maxom stands nearby on his horse overseeing this so there's no question of whether he did it or not

Final rating: 6/10, I would absolutely watch another episode of this. It was an absolute mess, but I've seen teen wolf, so I'm not gonna pretend I'm above it.

This feels like the kind of pilot which would get greenlit just to attract hateviewers.

Summary:

Neither protagonist had red hair and neither adaptation was trying particularly hard to give it to her (2012: dark red box dye. 2013: blonde!)

These actors are doing their best and some of them even seem to be having fun (good for them)

In the 2013 pilot, the writers lampshade America running around “like an action hero”, but she promptly forgets how to do that by the midpoint of the episode, so w/e

It feels like the 2013 pilot was a reworking of the 2012 pilot, because there were too many similarities carried over from one script to another which weren't present in the original book, like Fiona having a secret relationship.

I forgot to mention that Aspen has a brother in the 2013 pilot. He seems to be adapted from the palace guard who has a relationship with one of the contestants in a later book.

I can't get over how fucking weird of a decision it is to make the kind and likeable love interest into a power-corrupt despot, but it does feel more true to an actual monarchy. I assume they were trying to give Maxon a bad-boy vibe, which doesn't make much sense because that's supposed to be Aspen's whole deal.

There was a whole subplot in both pilots where an advisor character is revealed to be working with the rebels at the end of the episode

Extremely funny to me that the 2012 pilot makes a point of mentioning that sex before marriage is illegal and the 2013 pilot opens with premarital sex with the prince regent

[elsalouisa]

"One of the few occasions when I ever saw the Czarina really happy was when she went back with her husband to her old home in Darmstadt for the marriage of my brother Andrew to Princess Alice, daughter of Prince Louis of Battenberg (who later took the title of Marquis of Milford Haven). She was like a girl released from school then, her face lost its look of sadness. She and Queen Alexandra were the two most beautiful women at the wedding, the Empress in misty delphinium blue and the Queen of England in a dress of amethyst sequins and wearing an amethyst necklace and tiara. There was, of course, a tremendous family reunion for the marriage and the festivities lasted through several days of dinners, balls and gala performances at the opera. That was in 1903. The other day I came across a photograph of some of the guests and realised that nearly half of the group died by violence not very much later. The Emperor, the Empress, their children, the Grand Duchess Elizabeth and several Russian Grand Dukes were put to death during the Revolution. My father was assassinated, some of the English guests and one or two of the German princes were killed in the Great War. Perhaps it was as well for us that we could not read the future, for I think it would have cast a shadow over the tejoicings.

Andrew and Alice had two wedding ceremonies, the first in the Protestant Church and the second in the Russian Church with Greek Orthodox rites. During the service the Russian priest asks the bride two questions . . . whether she consents of her own free will to matry her husband and whether she has already promised her hand to any one else. As my sister-in-law is slightly deaf she was carefully tehearsed the day before, but, even so, at the last moment she was so nervous that she confused the questions and made the responses in the wrong order, to the horror of the officiating priests and the intense amusement of the guests.

My mothet’s sister, the Duchess Vera of Wuttemberg, was at the wedding and, as usual, my brothers and 1 teased her unmercifully. Her appearance was irresistibly funny in our eyes, for she was small and dumpty, with a fat, round, spectacled face and, in the days when the shingle was unknown, she wore her hair cut short. Her hats and even her tiaras were always secured to her head by bands of elastic. At the family dinner after the wedding my brother George sat next to her and, at a pause in the proceedings, snatched off her tiara and put it on his own head. Everybody laughed, Aunt Vera included, though she vowed vengeance on the culprit. Her turn came, as she thought, 2 little later, when the bride and bridegroom started on the honeymoon. We were all gathered at the door throwing rice after them, when someone knocked off poor Aunt Vera’s glasses, which were smashed to atoms on the stone steps. She turned round quickly and, guessing, although she was unable to see clearly without her spectacles, that George was to blame again, dealt a mighty box on the ear of the petson standing immediately behind her. Unfortunately, it was not George, for he had taken care to slip out of range, but the British Admiral, Mark Kerr, who was the recipient of it!"

Memoirs of H R H Prince Christopher of Greece

[sirenjose]

Predictions for The Voyage of Oceanus

(I made guesses last year for the Zinaida event and managed to correctly guess Andrew was the culprit/killer before it was revealed, so I wanted to try to do that again this year before we got too much info or any answers)

Main Predictions

Frederick is the antagonist (as in he will be the cause of the events that occur during this event or at least a contributor to some degree)

The jellyfish toxins will be the cause of everyone going crazy/behaving abnormally and whatever hallucinations they see (ex: my guess is it is the reason behind Alice's behavior and what she said she saw to Inference)

Charles will be involved in whatever incident Inference has to solve but won't be the actual true culprit (this is a guess based on Charles' backstory, as his actions indirectly lead to the (accidental) death of his friend. As it was indirect, that's why I guess in this event Charles will either be falsely suspected to be the culprit or may play a minor role in what happens but he won't do anything super bad, at least on purpose)

Violeta may seem dead but may not actually be truly dead (based on how she likely survives in canon after Joker leaves her to die in the snow, and how I wonder if she'll be involved in the "guest performance" referenced in Mike's 3rd letter)

Side Notes/Predictions

That agreement Branley had many of the personnel aboard the ship on his voyage sign is suspicious, the same one that Mr. Worthington didn't have to sign as he wasn't part of the "core personnel". Secretive agreements usually imply something up. "Trying to hide their research discoveries" feels like whatever they found out could be important, and the crew 25 years later will likely discover whatever it was considering Inference makes a comment about doing so during the event. Not sure yet about this, just wanted to call out it's suspicious and stood out to me.

Speaking of suspicious, there's also that letter from whoever provided Inference with his disguise. No idea who this is. I did try to think about who it could be, but many of my guesses didn't feel quite right (I wondered about Wu Chang, but we know nothing about him or why he'd help. There's Paranormal Detective, but he wouldn't do something like this. There's Fiona, who does do disguises, but I'm not quite sure. There's White, but like Paranormal Detective, as Inference knows him, I doubt he'd do something in this fashion. My big random guess is DM, even if just because he'd get a laugh out of making Inference dress in the type of outfit Inference detests. That and DM seems to be the reason Inference gets involved in a lot of the cases we see during these anniversary events. So yea, he's so far my first guess, but who knows.)

Frederick was the "benefactor" to spend a "huge amount of money" building this copycat ship and getting all the exact details, down to the roles people play, as similar as possible. So with how long he spent to prepare this, it contributes to the idea that Frederick could be behind whatever incident occurs during this event aboard the ship.

I don't quite know why, but for some reason Keigan mentioning the "blue jellyfish pendant" stood out a lot to me. (Honestly I at first didn't really read everything, but I paused after seeing that mentioned). Not quite sure why, but reading it made me wonder if whatever this was would be important, or if it appearing or disappearing would be important for this event. I actually reread everything after that, which was when I realized it belonged to this "Professor Schelling". It was only then that I made the connection "Hey, Frederick's S-tier has blue jellyfish themes all over his outfit". Maybe if Frederick was tied to this Schelling person, that could explain why he'd put so much effort into recreating this ship and voyage. Then from there, I noticed it mentions Schelling's "acedemic achievements" weren't "directly inherited", with his children being "too young" to learn anything of "scientific value". Not "directly inherited" makes me think of Frederick in canon who didn't inherit his family's musical talent. And I had to reread the children bit twice to realize it's not saying he didn't have children. He did, they were just too young. So his children were the ones that didn't "inherit" that stuff from the previous line. Ergo, Frederick might be the kid of this Professor Schelling. So even if he wasn't very knowledgeable about science initially, considering the science books in his room, it seems he might've tried to fix that, potentially similar to Frederick trying to be a famous musician despite not having the same musical skills as his family. If Frederick is recreating what happened 25 years ago, and his father was involved, maybe he's trying to prove he is just as good as his father? I'm also thinking of parallels to Frederick in canon and why he's going after the Blue Hope gem...

Similar to how I wonder if Orpheus drugs the participants by including it in their meals, I wonder if the jellyfish toxins will poison people by being included in people's meals. Frederick did mention it can affect people if ingested. That would potentially mean Demi might be working with Frederick, since she prepares people's foods. Considering how Demi seems to be working with the manor owner and her roles in other events, this wouldn't surprise me too much. Her name is "Siren" after all, so this sort of role, especially if she's giving people toxins that could cause hallucinations like a siren's song might, seems fitting for her codename.

The mention of electromagnetic fields reminds me of some of the research/theories I wrote regarding Jose, as I remember discussing how electromagnetic fields, like what is mentioned in Wu Chang's letters regarding events during Jose's game, can affect compasses, which can lead to people getting lost, which I remember due to my research regarding Jose's Bobolink skin (bobolinks are birds that can navigate via electromagnetic fields, and will fly in the wrong direction due to mesing with those fields). I remember the event mentioned Inference's clock being frozen at 6:30. I wonder if this'll be important somehow. (I also just find all the potential connections to stuff I did for Jose funny and had to call it out. Works out I already did all this research so I know about some of this already ^_^')

[andydrysdalerogers]

Cross- Checked ~ Chapter Eleven

Andy Barber x OFC Leighton "Leia" Andrews

Summary:

Andy Barber is having the best year of his life. His game is on point. It’s gets to play with his best friend and his fiancé just... dumped him?!. 

Reeling from a sudden change in status, Andy decides it’s time to just focus on hockey. Until his best friend's sister comes out with news that rock the entire organizations world., 

Andy has always carried a torch for the untouchable Leighton but in her hour of need, is now the time to shoot and score or risk getting cross - checked again? 

Warnings: Cheating (but not by the MCs); slow burn; friends to lovers eventually; SMUT!; pregnancy; jealousy; handsome goalies, evil exes...

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Chapter Eleven ~ What A Wonderful World ~ Leia/Andy

Leia 

Week 20 

A week after what I am calling the most embarrassing day of my life, I woke up for the first time not in tears. As I laid in my bed, I thought about how my life had changed again. I thought it was starting to change, that it was getting better. Jeremy changed that. He broke that trust that I was finally getting back from Bret. I sighed as I rubbed my ever growing belly. “It's just you and me, kid, and well Andy I guess.” But I stopped and looked at my belly. “Andy,” I whispered, and it happened again.  “Andy!” I yelled.  

A door swinging open and rushed footsteps before my door burst open to see Andy in my door way, breathing heavily. “Princess, are you ok?” 

I smiled brightly.  “I’m great!” 

Andy scowls at me, coming to sit down next to me. “Leighton, you can’t just yell my name like that...” he stops as I grab his hand and place it on the side of my belly. “Leia...” 

“Shh... Andy,” I said. And the push on my belly and into Andy’s palm made him raise his brows.  

“Is that...” 

“Hi baby, its Mama and Papa Andy.” I stroked my belly, but baby gives another kick for us.  

“That’s amazing, Leia.” Andy looks up at me and it’s the first time I realize how close together we are. His face was in his trademark smile as he tucked a lock of hair behind my ear. God, his lips are right there, looking soft and plumb. I bet his beard is soft. I feel myself getting closer to him but then my phone rings. Andy falls back a little as I reach for my phone.  

“Hello?” 

“Hello, this is Dr. Sheppard’s office confirming your appointment and ultrasound for a week from today.”  

“Oh right, yes, thank you.”  

“Don’t forget to drink plenty of water.  See you next week.” She hung up and I looked at Andy.  

“Doctor’s appointment,” I whispered. I can feel my face burning and I look down, but Andy lifts my chin. I look into his beautiful ocean blue eyes, and he kisses my cheek. 

“Right, it's on my phone. Right after practice.” He smiles ruefully. “Umm, how about I make some breakfast and then we can go shopping?” He cups my cheek. 

I smile, enjoying the warmth of his hand. “Sounds good.”  

After breakfast, I go to pull my coat on and button but the jacket won’t close. “C’mon,” I whine as I pulled and tug to close it.  

“Princess, I think that jacket is a lost cause,” Andy says as he walks down the stairs.  

“No, this is my warmest coat. Its freezing today.” I want to stamp my foot down like a petulant five year old but manage to hold it in.  

Andy chuckles. “Here,” he hands me his own brown peacoat. I look at him and he smiles, taking the jacket and helping me into it. “We’ll get you a new one today.” 

“I look like a child wearing her big brothers clothes for dress up,” I pout.  

“You look beautiful as always, Princess.  C’mon.”  He took me by the hand and out the door we go. As he started to drive, Andy asked, “so the appointment is on Christmas Eve?” 

“Yeah, it was the only time they had. I thought it would be something to look forward to since...” I fiddled with the buttons. I didn’t want to admit that I was avoiding Christmas with my mom.  Luke was going to Miranda’s family and mom had a new boyfriend. These were the days I missed my dad the most.  

I think Andy could tell I was avoiding talking about Christmas. “I was thinking, maybe we should get a last minute tree for the house. I mean, we weren’t talking for most of the month, and we didn’t talk about decorating but since my folks are away for the holidays and Luke’s gone, maybe we make the most just the two of us.”  

My eyes began to water. “You want to spend Christmas with me?” 

“Of course I do. Leia, I would never abandon you like that. Even if you were mad at me, I would still be here just so you knew you weren’t alone.” He took my hand and squeezed it three times. Like that song I loved so much.   

“Andy,” my lips wobble hard. Even when he was mad at me, he still cared for me.  He turned to look at me. 

“Oh fuck, hang on”. He pulled over really quick as my tears spilled over. He got out and opened my door. “Leia,” he wrapped his arms around me. “What’s wrong, love?” 

“You’re being so sweet to me when I was such a bitch and choosing that asshole over you.  I don’t deserve you,” I wail as I lean into him. “I’m so sorry Andy, I didn’t mean it.”  

“Oh honey, its ok. We fixed it and we’re ok.” He kept running his finger through my hair to sooth me and rocked me a little. “You are my Princess. I forgave you the moment you walked back into our house.”  

We sat there for a moment while I calmed down. As my breathing evened out, Andy pulled back a little. “Ready to see the shops?” I nodded and Andy kissed my forehead and then walked back to the driver's side and took off again.  

“What did you want to shop for?” I asked as I fiddled with the end of my braid.  

“Well, since this is baby’s first Christmas, I thought we could start setting up your registry. At least for basic stuff.  The guys have been asking what they can get you. Jonesy and Ullmark are all for getting baby skates.” Andy chuckled. “And Smith and Fitzy were wanting Baby to have each one of our jerseys.” 

“That is a lot of jerseys.” I giggled. “But I don’t know what the baby is yet.”  

“I know Princess, but we can at least pick out the big stuff like a stroller and car seat. Some tiny Bruins shirts for them to wear.”  

I could see the gleam in his eye. “I am not painting the room black and yellow, Andrew.” 

“C’mon, just like a large Bruins logo on one wall.” He couldn’t even keep a straight face as he said it. I giggle at his stupid idea. I shook my head as he pulled into the store parking lot.  “Fine, tell me what would be the dream.” 

“The dream would be baby animals. In soft pastel colors; it would be good for either a boy or a girl. And the room would have white furniture and a rocking chair so I can sing them to sleep. And a little cloud lamp so it would glow softly in the middle of the night.” I smiled as I looked out the window. “It would be perfect, me and you taking turns to care for the little cub.” I looked back at Andy who had a look I didn’t understand. “What?” 

He shook his head and smiled. “It sounds perfect Princess.”  

We got out and got set up with a registry list and picked out the stuff I knew I needed. I even let Andy pick out the tiniest pair of skates I have ever seen to go with the Bruins onesie that read “future all-star.” 

It had been the best day I’ve had in weeks.  

Andy 

Week 21 

We were waiting for Dr. Sheppard to come in after the nurse had taken some of Leia’s blood. “I’ve been thinking about names”, Leia states as she plays with the string of her hoodie. Well, my hoodie. She had started to wear my hoodies because they are, and I quote ‘the softest on her skin and she didn’t want to be uncomfortable.’ I’ve lost five hoodies to her in three days. 

“Yeah, what are you thinking?” 

“Well, I was thinking of some gender neutral names, you know, since I don’t know what I’m having.”  

“Ok.” I looked at her curiously.  “You’re not gonna name the kid ‘Square’ or ‘Hashtag’ are you? Ouch!” I rubbed my arm as she backhanded me. “I was joking, Princess.”  

“Be nice to your baby, Andy.” She rubbed her belly, and I covered her hand. I felt a faint kick. “See, they are not happy with you.” She looked up at me adoringly and I had to stop myself. We had that moment a week ago when we felt the baby move... and did she just refer to the baby to being mine?? 

“So, I was thinking of a few name,” Leia kept talking.  I don’t even think she realized what she had said to me.  “The neutral names I have are: Avery, James. Bailey, Cameron, Frankie. Luke offered Luke Jr. I snorted at that one. For a girl I did have Nora.”  

I mull over the names for a minute. I keep matching the names to Barber. I know that this kid will be born an Andrews but fuck if I didn’t want them to take my name. “Maybe you will have to wait until the kid comes out.” 

“I hope not. I want to call our baby something other than cub. They have to have a name Andy.”  

She did it again. Our baby. I should stop her from doing that.  I go to open my mouth when Dr. Sheppard walks in.  “Morning Leia and Andy. Thanks for coming in on the holiday.”  

“It’s no problem,” Leia responded with a big smile. “We got to feel them kick this week.”  

“Good. That’s excellent news.  Well,” she types into the computer. “Everything is looking good except for the elevated blood pressure. Stressed lately?” 

Leia chews her lips, so I step in. “I’m being a pain in the ass Doc. Had a stretch of games that were brutal.  But she already put me in my place.”  

Dr. Sheppard smiles. “I get it. But I want to avoid any complications. Rest as much as you can Leia and Andy, stop being a jackass.”  

Leia giggles as I smirk.  “No promises Doc. We hockey players are temperamental.” I chuckled.  “But seriously, I understand. I’ll do better.  Anything else we should be worried about?” 

“Not necessarily worried, just taking notes. I’ll give you a guide to the do’s and don’ts to help with the blood pressure. And I’m sure you read, Leia, that your libido will increase.” What the fuck! “It's perfectly normal and safe for the baby to engage in sexual intercourse. It could also help with keeping you calm. Just watch the weight on top of you.” She turns back to the computer as I look at Leia.  She is twelve shades of pink and I know it's something she hadn’t wanted to share with me earlier. I try to keep calm at the idea of “helping” Leia. My own blood pressure was about to spike 

“Ok, so who is ready to see baby?” Dr. Sheppard smiles, not understanding what she just did to us.  

“We are,” Leia says.  

“Alrighty, shirt up, pants lowered. I warmed up the gel so it should be comfortable.” Leia gets ready and she squirts some gel on Leia’s belly.  Leia grabs my hand and looks up at me.  I can see she is nervous; she wants the baby to be healthy after the drama with Swayman.  I kiss the top of her head as we wait for the doctor to give us information.  “Ok, there is baby.” She turns the screen and I’m in awe.  

“Wow,” I whispered. The fuzzy black and white screen makes everything look like a void except in the center there is clearly a head, body, arms and legs. “Princess, there is Baby.”  

A tear springs in her eyes as Dr. Sheppard flips the sound on and baby’s heartbeat echos in the room. It's an amazing sound I wish I could bottle and listen to every night. Leia’s eyes never move from the screen. “Are we wanting to know the sex?” 

“Princess?” I look at Leia.  

“Yes, please.” She looks up at me with a smile and then back on the screen. Dr. Sheppard moves the wand as she takes measurements.  “Well baby is healthy, and she is growing right on schedule.”  

“She? It's a girl?” Leia squeaks.  

“Congratulations Mom and Dad. You are having a baby girl.” 

This sensation, this tingling that I feel in my heart is something that I never thought I would have. My little girl. I can feel the tear slide down my face and Leia reached up to thumb it away. “That’s my girl,” I whisper. Leia nods as she pulls me down to hug me.  

It Christmas Eve night and we’re finishing an awesome meal of salmon, rice and veggies that Leia made. She wanted to add steak for me but with the elevated blood pressure, the doctor had recommended we stick to chicken and fish. I told her it was fine, I have to stay on a food meal plan for hockey and her diet fits right in with mine.  

“Princess, that was delicious.” I wipe my mouth and set the napkin down.  

“Thanks. I have some cake for dessert but I can’t eat it right now. So full.” She pats the belly with her daughter floating inside. My daughter.  

Ever since we came home from the doctor’s office, I haven’t let go of the idea of Leia’s baby being mine. She called her mine in the office and damn if that doesn’t feel good. “We can wait and I’ll make some tea for you and we can have it in between movies.” I moved to pick up the plates.  She began to object when I stopped her. “Nope, you cooked, I clean. That’s the deal. Now, go relax in the living room and I’ll be out in a few.”  

After washing up, I went and found Leia on the couch with a blanket over her legs. She was reading something on her phone, eyes swimming with tears. “Princess?” 

She looked up and wiped at her eyes.  “Sorry.”  

“What is it?” I sat next to her.  

“It’s nothing.” She could see that I wouldn’t take that answer. “Media post about Jeremy and how he is playing the field. There was a comment that he knocked me up and left me and I just...” 

“Hey, don’t let it get to you. The people that matter know the truth and that’s that.” I took her hand. “Don’t pay attention to that. Just concentrate on the baby.”  

She looks at me and smiles. “Thanks Andy.”  

“Movie?” I hold up the remote so I can get it started.  We watch all of her favorites, The Holiday, Love Actually. I’m about to put on Miracle on 34th Street when I hear firecrackers. I look at my watch and its midnight. "Merrcy Christmas Princess.”  

“Merry Christmas Andy.” Leia smiles. “I got you something.”  

“I got your something too.” I bend over grab the present from under the tree. “Here,” I hand her my gift and I keep the one from her.  

“You first,” she said.  I carefully unwrapped the gift. “Holy shit... this is a signed Gretzy sweater.”  I look up at Leia. “Princess... how?” 

“The last home game against Edmonton, I had to take some shots of the celebretes that were there and I just couldn’t pass up the chance.”  

“This is awesome Princess.  Thank you.” I gave her a hug and sat next to her. “Open it,” I urged her.  

She opens it and its a jewely box.  When she pinches it open she gasps.  It a necklace with a tiny crown on it.  Each point had a diamond on it. “Andy...” 

“Let me put it on.”  I took it from the box and went to put it on her. “I picked it because you’re my princess and you should always have your crown.” I fixed her hair, and she turned back to me. She is so beautiful. I finally get it when they say that a pregnant woman glows because Leia is glowing for me now. She’s always been beautiful but in this moment she is perfect. I can’t let another moment go by without telling her. 

But what happened next was not what I thought would happen. 

I stared into her beautiful eyes, closed the distance between us and kissed her. 

NEXT

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Part 1/5 (probably) of my andreil fake dating au

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It was all Nicky’s fault. 

Well, technically it was Andrew’s stupidity’s fault, but he was going to ignore it and blame Nicky anyway. They were at Nicky’s for Thanksgiving when the pest popped up the question he would ask every family gathering. 

“So, Andrew…” he paused dramatically, because why wouldn’t he. “Are you still single?

And that had been it. Andrew was tired, he was working on a case that took a lot from him. A thirteen-year-old boy who had been raped by his stepbrother since he was seven and it was hitting way too close to home that it had given Andrew nightmares. He hadn’t had a good night of sleep for almost three weeks now. So he could be excused when his sleep-deprived ass had blurted out. “Neil’s my boyfriend.”

His heart came to an abrupt stop the moment the words left his mouth. He felt his mask of indifference begin to crack as he looked across the table to where Neil was looking at him, a spoonful of mashed potatoes halfway to his open mouth.

Andrew was thoroughly fucked. Of all the names he could have used to get Nicky off his back he had to have said Neil’s name. As if Nick hadn’t known Neil for years, as if he hadn’t known Neil for years. Besides he had a crush on Neil since they met in his senior year of high school.  

Neil carefully placed his spoon on his plate, a mischievous grin forming on his lips, his ice-blue eyes glistening dangerously. Again: Andrew was fucked.

“I didn’t think we were going to tell everyone yet.” He said slowly, all fake innocence.

The table exploded with noise that Andrew could barely register, all his attention focused on Neil and his smirk and his stupid good looks. Today he was dressed a bit better than usual, in a brown cashmere sweater and olive green denim jacket, probably a courtesy of Reynolds. The colors blended well with his auburn hair and made him look like the personification of autumn. Most of the freckles on his face were gone with the absence of the hotter summer sun, but Andrew could remember each one of them perfectly. Noticing and remembering each and every little detail about Neil was enough to make Andrew forget where he was and what was happening around him. 

Today though his mind was occupied with other things. Why did Neil join in on the lie? Was he only being his chaotic self? He knew Neil was prone to saying anything that came to his mind simply to stir shit up, but usually, Andrew knew exactly what he was thinking, or he could make a pretty accurate guess.

“Pay up, bitch!” Aaron’s voice sounded from Andrew’s left. Andrew snapped his head in his direction with a scowl as he took in the scene. Aaron had his hand up in Nicky’s direction, a smug expression settled on his face. Nicky sighed, taking his wallet from his pocket to supposedly pay Aaron.

“Don’t forget my share,” Eric said when Nicky went to put his wallet away. “I told you this was the year.”

“You betted on us?” Andrew asked. That Nicky and Aaron made bets about him wasn't a surprise, but even Eric? 

“Of course they did,” Neil said. “And I bet Matt and Dan did as well, it's going to be fun telling them.” he laughed.

“We are not telling them.” 

“You told Nicky, I think it's only fair I tell people too.”

It was official, Andrew was going insane. He should have stayed in bed instead of coming to Thanksgiving, he didn't even have something to be thankful for this year, and his life was going downhill. They were not a real couple and he couldn't for the life of him figure out what Neil was playing at here. And to be honest, whatever it was he was not going to join in. He made a mistake, slipped up a little, but he was going to set things straight and not get tangled up in a lie. Especially not a lie that involved Neil and his messed-up idea of fun. 

“We’re not.” Andrew crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. He opened his mouth to tell everyone the truth when Neil caught him by surprise again. “Let’s not have this discussion now, babe.” He pursed his lips in Andrew's direction and went back to his mashed potatoes. The nickname rolling out of his mouth like this wasn't the first time he ever called Andrew that. Like this wasn't a monumental moment in the history of Andrew. Like this wasn't going to come up again as soon as Andrew laid his head on the pillow that night and keep him awake for hours.

Nicky snickered and leaned over Eric to whisper something at him. Aaron paled to a green color, a disgusted expression beginning to form on his face. “Never ever call me that from now on.” He said to Katlyn.

She smiled at him, slapping his shoulder lightly. “I'm happy for you, Andrew.” She said, leaning forward to look at Andrew from her seat on the other side of Aaron’s chair. All Andrew could do was nod at her and go back to his food.

There was a time when he couldn't even look at Katlyn. That was when he thought she wouldn't be good for Aaron and when she showed him she was, he then began to be afraid she would take Aaron away from him and instead of a strained relationship, they would have nothing at all. But she didn't take Aaron away on the contrary actually, seeing her relationship with her sisters made Aaron reevaluate his relationship with Andrew. They became closer and after they began to have joint therapy sessions they now had something that resembled what the relationship between brothers should be. Andrew had reached the point where he could admit she was alright most days and even great some days.

“Oh, no, no, no.” Nicky jumped away from Eric and pointed a finger between Andrew and Neil. “We're not ignoring this GREAT revelation and going back to lunch. I need dets, gimme the dets. I need to be fed after watching you two pinning for almost ten years. I earned the right to every juice detail of this relationship. I swear you two got together just when I changed my choice on the bet. I lost fifty bucks.”

“You’ve earned nothing and I'm giving you nothing.” 

“Oh, don't be shy Andrew. Tell them exactly what goes down between us.” Neil chimed in, biting his lips suggestively while raising his eyebrows at Andrew.

Andrew felt his blood rush downwards with every image his fucked up brain conjured as a result of Neil's suggestive expression. Nope. Not the time to be thinking about that.

“Please don't, not at the table.” He vaguely heard Aaron say.

“Stop.” Katlyn scolded. “If Andrew and Neil feel comfortable sharing with us we should hear them as their family.”

“You, Katlyn, are too good for this world,” Neil stated. “And definitely too good for Aaron.”

“Fuck you!”

“No, thank you, I prefer your brother.” 

Aaron gagged at that and Andrew got the fuck away from them immediately, Nicky’s delighted cackle following him all the way to the front door. Before he could even open the door he heard the soft taps of Neil’s shoes on the hardwood floor. Usually, Neil walked like a ghost without any sound but when he clocked in on the fact that it freaked Andrew out not hearing someone approaching him from behind he always made sure to make his presence known before he reached Andrew. It was one of the things that made Neil different from everyone else. He just got Andrew without Andrew even needing to say anything.

“I’m sorry if it was too much.” He stopped beside Andrew, leaning his back against the wall and looking down at his feet. “I just wanted to get under Aaron’s skin, I didn't think how it would sound to you.”

Andrew gritted his teeth. “Why?”

“I don’t know.” At Andrew's snort, he continued. “I really don't know. I guess I just didn't want Nicky to catch up on the lie at first, but then I thought it would be funny. You know me, I don't have a sense of humor.”

That wasn't true, Neil could be really funny. Or maybe his sense of humor was just the right amount of acid and sarcastic that his remarks made Andrew want to laugh, even though he didn’t most of the time.

“You’re really not as funny as you think you are.”

“I don't think I am.”

“Exactly.”

The corners of Neil's lips pushed up in a small smile. “We’re okay, right?”

“We were never not okay Neil.”

“Good.” he smiled softly. “Does that mean we still can tell Dan and Matt about the change in our relationship status? And Alison? We have to tell Alison, it’ll be gold.”

“Why would we tell them?” Andrew asked, running his right hand over his face. He was too tired for this, he didn't want to use his brain to solve Neil, even though most of the time it was his favorite thing to do.

“First, funny.” Neil put one finger up. “Second, it really would get Alison off my back about not dating anyone ever.”

“You could just tell her you’re ace and don't want to date. Or tell her to fuck off, whatever works best.” Andrew suggested.

“I know, but I don't want to have this conversation with her, or anyone else really.”

“Because you love to make your life more difficult. And mine, you're really into that.”

“Come on, Andrew. What’s the worst that could happen? We go on a few dates, lie to a couple of friends. I bet we're going to laugh about it in a few years.”

Andrew was sure as hell he would not, but for some reason telling no to Neil was very hard. “Okay.”

“You’re the best, babe.” He said with what looked like an attempt at a flirty smile.

“I’m going to stab you.” Andrew hissed.

“No, you’ll not.” He laughed brightly. “You’re too well adjusted now.”

Andrew almost gasped, and he probably would if he hadn't perfected his bored resting face to a T. “Take that back.”

“Nope.” beamed Neil, he straightened his body and got past Andrew to open the door. “Do you want to get out of here? We can go home and watch some crappy detective show?” He tossed over his shoulder.

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Things I want to make clear:

— Aaron it's homophobic in this au, he just don't want to know about his brother's sex life, or anyone else's for the matter.

— Next part is in revision and it's from Neil's POV

— Little spoiler: Neil's a high school math teacher because I said so 😆

Check Part 2

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Sorry, the ghost of Judas Iscariot possessed me and personally told me that he was in love with Jesus. Have an incomplete chapter of Judas mourning his ex-boyfriend

Judas Iscariot sat alone in the corner of the tavern, no other man daring to come near him, lest the heavy pall of depression that hung about the former Apostle be contagious. He didn’t mind. He was too distracted to care about what the bar patrons thought of him. In his mind rang the heavy clanking of Roman armor, the thud-thud of spear butts on wood, the clinking clutter of a bagfull of silver being placed down on a table

The High Priest of the Sanhedrin leaning close to him, his greying beard tickling the side of the young man’s face, “Well done, my son”, he’d whispered, his voice hoary and silken, “I know you may have your doubts now, but trust me. In due time, you will realize that this was all for the best”

Judas didn’t feel like what he had done was for the best. He felt terrible. He felt blind. Like some unseen light had been ripped away from him the moment the words “thirty pieces of silver” slipped past his lips. His lips. Lips that still stung with the memory of the final kiss he and his Lord had shared, under the silver eye of the moon, the Apostles arrayed behind him, the Garden of Gethsemane about them

He had visited the Garden but once before, back before Jesus had become so large, when it hadn’t been Twelve Apostles and their Lord, when it had been just him, Jesus and Andrew, traversing the world, helping people. Together. Always together

He still remembered that day

The sun shone bright in the sky, the burning jewel of the Lord set in the blue fabric that enveloped in on all side, the drifting misty clouds doing barely enough to keep the harsh rays off their faces, but to Judas, none shone quite as bright as the man who sat next to him, dressed in a simple burlap robe, picking at one of the flowers that grew in the garden with an honestly undeserved amount of unreserved joy

“Look, Judas”, Jesus shot him a grin, “This is moly !! I’ve never seen it outside of Greece before”, Judas felt half-tempted to note that Jesus had never been to Greece before, but chose to sigh languidly instead. He supposed that you hardly needed to visit places, when you had been there at the time of their inception, “Isn’t that amazing ?!”

“Moly ?”, Judas leaned in for a closer look. Yup, that was moly alright – white flower, black roots, “I thought the Greek myths were made up ?”

“Well…”, Jesus looked slightly sheepish, before his grin turned so radiant that Judas resisted the urge to shade his eyes, “…perhaps !! Made up is all a manner of speaking, you know ? Sure, the gods weren’t real, but there’s nothing to say that the heroes weren’t !!”

“Is that so ?”, Judas hummed, “Astounding, that”

“Isn’t it ?”, Jesus nodded vigorously, “God is truly great, isn’t he ?! I mean, to think that he created all this…”, he gestured vaguely at their surroundings, the birds chirping in the dark olive trees of the Garden, the dewy grass, “…it’s amazing !! His Creations really are amazing !!”

“Well…”, Judas’ lips twitched into a faint smile. His eyes rose from the moly flower to linger on Jesus’ own features, but if the son of God noticed, he did not react, “… one creation certainly is”, he reached over to brush his fingers against the stem of the moly, the very tip of his index finger meeting Jesus’ skin, “So, what are your plans ?”

“Oh”, Jesus looked mildly surprised, and for a moment, Judas almost felt sorry that he had to interrupt the moment with talk of business. But no. Someone needed to focus on the practical stuff. They were almost out of food, and if they kept giving what little they had away to every peasant to catch Jesus’ eye, they really would be. Already, Peter seemed rather miffed at his brother’s admittedly skinnier physique. He really didn’t want to see the bigger man’s reaction if his brother came back borderline-skeletal, “Um… Preach, I guess ?”

“And for money ?”

“Judas”, Jesus’ voice took on a chiding tone, his expression turning grave, “Don’t worry about such things. The Lord God will handle it, alright ?”

Judas stared back, a protest readying itself on his lips, before his eyes met Jesus’, his irises beautiful, sparkling zircon, sparks of brilliant gold speckling their crystalline rings. His mouth suddenly felt very dry, “…alright”, he ceded, “I trust you”

“That’s all I ask”

So much for that. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, but they refused to fall. His back stung from where he’d flogged himself in some vain hope at achieving penance for what he’d done, the rough cloth of his tunic sticky and tacky where it was stained with his fast-drying blood. The air he breathed in tasted stale and rotten, sharp with alcohol, nothing like Jesus’ scent of wood shavings and earth

He leaned back, pressing his eyes shut and resisting the urge to claw them out himself. The gleam of silver still rang sharp against the backs of his eyelids, and the betrayed expressions of the other Apostles when the Roman soldiers flooded the garden

One of them had trampled the moly flower. It had felt symbolic, somehow

And, of course, the way Jesus had looked at him. Not a trace of anger in his expression. Nothing but a bone-deep exhaustion. He had looked so, so human in that one moment, that Judas had almost been tempted to throw himself at the guards in some vain attempt at holding them off, had almost been tempted to tell Jesus to run, run as far as you can, leave your followers to die

But he would have never accepted that. This Judas knew. It was one of the reasons he loved him, after all

He had leaned close to Judas, before the soldiers had grabbed him roughly by the arms, had dragged him away. His forehead had pressed against Judas’ own, clammy with sweat and lined with worry in a way it never had been before. And then his lips had moved, and for a moment, Judas could have sworn that nothing had changed, that they were teens again, eating together and living together and teaching together

“I forgive you”

A pause, and then Judas lowered his head against the table, the rough-hewn wood coarse and sharp against his clammy skin. His eyes, once prickling with phantom tears, were now well and truly wet with them, staining the wood and dripping down his cheeks in snail-trails of silvery white

He was really starting to hate the color silver

The patrons arrayed around him were starting to mutter – did you hear, the King of the Jews has been arrested ? How ? Betrayal, of course !! From the one man he trusted more than himself !! From the son of Simon Iscariot !! Always knew he was a bad egg, that one

He heard the tales through bits and pieces, in tavern after tavern, as, slowly but surely, he spent the thirty bits of blood money drowning himself in as much ale and wine as he could possibly buy. At this point, he was half-certain that the vast majority of the taverns in East Bethlehem were being run off of him and him alone

Good. At least that way his worthless existence would be good for something

Jesus was whipped. He was hurt. And Judas could not go to him, could not aid him. Because Judas was the one who caused his pain to begin with. Even the Roman general – one Pontius Pilate – had grown appalled at his treatment. The Apostles had fled. The love his Jesus had sought so dearly had all but been forgotten in the horde of people baying for his blood

And then it happened. He felt more than heard it, as the sky went dark, and it felt like something cold and icy had reached into his chest, had grabbed his heart and forced it to stop beating. His Lord was dead

He wanted to cry, but the tears would not come. He wanted to beg God for help, but the sky was empty and dark, and the only Lord that awaited him dwelled far below the Earth in pits of hellfire and brimstone. He wanted to grab the nearest person and shout, and beg, and scream – I didn’t know this would happen !! They promised they wouldn’t kill him !! Imprison him, torture him, but not kill him !!

But it was pointless. And so he did the only thing he was good for anymore. Started wasting what little remained of Simon Iscariot’s fortune on as much self-destruction as he could. His Lord was dead, and, though there was no way for Judas to truly go to him, he would be damned if he allowed himself the privilege of life after dooming the one man he had ever loved to death

Well, he was damned either way, he supposed. At least this way he was liable to make some poor barkeeper’s day with the money he spent

Now, do y’all want more ?

[amplifyme]

Tag Game

I was tagged by @randomfoggytiger. Thanks for thinking about me!

Favourite painter: Oh, this is a tough one. I'm drawn to works from artists like Monet, Botticelli, Andrew Wyeth, Mucha, Van Gogh, Michelangelo. I'm all over the place. I'm not even going to try to list fandom artists. There are too many and I don't want to risk leaving anyone out.

Favourite writer: Again, more than one. Just off the top of my head: Stephen King, Justin Cronin, Chuck Windig, George R.R. Martin, Gillian Flynn. Generally writers who are really good at creating memorable characters who straddle the line dividing good and evil. As George put it so eloquently, stories that explore the human heart in conflict with itself. Bowing out on fanfic writers here, too. There are too many to list.

Favourite band: Now and for the last decade, Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit.

Favourite meal and drink: At this point in my life any food that anyone other than me cooks and sets in front of me. But I do enjoy farm to table that's not too fussy or complicated. Keep it simple and clean and flavorful. Add a glass of semi-dry wine and I'm good to go.

Favourite outfit aesthetic: I don't know that I have one. If I must be pinned down I'll go with boho/hippie. There's nothing I love more than simple blue jeans or leggings with a t-shirt or flowy blouse. But I refuse to wear dresses unless it's a wedding or a funeral. I don't have legs one would want to show off. Genetics gifted me with, as my mom once put it, "peasant legs". Also the 14 inch scar on my left leg from numerous surgeries isn't very aesthetically pleasing. I prefer to keep it covered.

Favourite singer: Another one I can't cull to just one. Jason Isbell, Van Morrison, Bob Seger, Beth Hart, Amos Lee, Ray LaMontagne, John Mayer, Stevie Nicks, Joy Oladakun. That's just a start. Unique voices, I guess.

Favourite item I own: Well, those of us who have pets are often referred to as pet *owners*, right? So I'll go with Levon the Cat, though I'm pretty sure he owns me and not the other way around.

Favourite possession: My carefully curated fandom items. Mostly my collection of BATB fanzines and TXF memorabilia. All of those, as well as the things I've been bequeathed or were given to me by family members/friends who are no longer with us. Knick-knacks, art and pieces of antique furniture from my mom and oldest brother; an unreleased album of songs written and performed by my bestest friend in the world - all of which were written with me serving as muse. Other things that I don't like to think about too much because it's painful. But all of them cherished.

Favourite perfume: Black Opium. It smells like all my favorite scents combined.

Tagging anyone who'd like to play!

[kysuu]

Lost Souls

Hozier x Fem!Reader

Chapter Two: Icecream & records

The days went on and I had a normal routine. Get up, get dressed, have breakfast, get on the bus, go to university, do your classes and come home. Except the difference was i had managed to get a job at a café in Wicklow so I was actually getting home much later than I should be doing but as I was in the library studying for upcoming test my new friend Siobhan had an idea. she sat opposite me before saying,

"So you know how u have a job in Wicklow and you go to school in Wicklow..." I raise my eyebrows wondering where this is going

"well my other roomate has just moved out and I was wondering if u wanted to move in, well its just a uni flat but its nice. I know how much u dread those bus rides."

"Thats actually a good idea. But how much will it cost me?" i say.

"Not much. well unless you thing 750 euro is alot but we split it 50/50 and about groceries ill cover that you'd just have to get like personal hygiene stuff, you'd get your own room and its quite spacious and plus I'd like the company" Siobhan says with a soft smile.

"sure that'll be nice. uhh when can I move in?" I say with a small smile not wanting her to feel rushed.

"in a couple of days, so u can pack your things and it'll be the weekend"

"in a couple of days it is" I reply feeling relieved i no longer have to take that damn bus.

A month later I had settled into the uni flat quite nicely I had made a home out of it and was enjoying being able to walk ten minutes to uni.

I was in my history of music class, me , Andrew, and Alex had been good class friends we never spoke to eachother outside of class which I don't mind but we was also in the same music group. I played the violin, Andrew played the guitar and Alex played the piano.

I had gotten back from my job at the café and as I was unpacking my books from my bag I see a piece of paper slide out of the notebook. It was a number scribbled onto the page and the rest read 'call me? :) from;Andrew' I smiled as I looked down at the paper and Siobhan walked in and said "what are you smiling about?" matching my toothy grin.

"Andrew gave me his number" I say still smiling "but I don't know if I'm ready for another relationship I mean he seems like a cool dude but what if he's like all the rest?"

Siobhan sighs then says "well I guess you'll never know unless u call him."

I get ready for bed and I decide to text him. I decide to go onto instagram cause I don't know when he'll reply, but the second I swipe off the app he texts me back.

Andrew

hey

heyy :) what are you doing tmmr?

nothing why?

i was wondering if u wanted to go on a date with me if you'd like

y'know what sure

Thatts grand :) theres this icecream shop near me and a record store wanna get ice cream and look at records

sure, when?

friday

Friday it is :)

Friday comes around and I was excited I mean I hadn't been on a date in a while and maybe he was different. It was friday morning and I was torn on what I wanted to wear. It was just icecream and a record store but I obviously wasn't going to wear a dress that would make it seems like I was trying to hard. I ended up giving up and wearing a plaid red skirt with a navy raulph lauren jumper with some black mary janes a nice handbag that I burrowed from Siobhan. Nothing that says too desperate but also not too casual.

I walk up to the icecream shop and see that he's already there. Wearing black ripped up jeans with a blue unbuttoned flannel with a grey tank top underneath "hey" i say with a small smile.

"hey," andrew says whilst hugging me and when he pulled back he said "you look nice"

"thanks" I say smiling

We go into the icecream shop and i order a mint choc chip while he opts for a basic vanilla icecream. We were walking to the record store and we was engaging in typical first date talk. How many sibling do u have? what's your favourite meal? who's your celebrity crush?

authors note: yes i did take those from google

We go into the record store and I immediately go to the Rhianna section.

"Big Rhianna fan,eh" andrew asks me as he stands nearly a foot above me.

"definitely" I reply looking for her new album that came out

Andrew somehow knew the album i was looking for and he reached up to get it and i see his shirt lift revealing his stomach. I look away immediately and try to distract myself to think of anything else.

"here" Andrew says handing the record to me "didn't this one come out recently? I heard its good"

"good? it only the best album of 2014"

Andrew chuckles at my remark

We pay for the records we got and he walked me back to my flat. "tonight was fun" Andrew says with a small smile on his face

"it was" i reply "i'd like to do this another time if you'd like" i say smiling

"sure I would love that" he says with a slight pink tint on his cheeks

I kiss his cheek before turning on my heels and going into my flat block leaving him bewildered.

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And thats the end of chapter two folks i hope u enjoy im gonna go for a chapter or two a day :))

[queennsailor]

Lots of royal fans out there are fanatic on the dresses and tiaras. But, I have consider myself an expert in Royal uniform (well I’m foreign so I consider this as an achievement lol). So let’s start with the senior service aka the Royal Navy.

The Royal Navy rank is pretty easy to guess based on the gold rings in the cuff. This photo must be taken in between 1985-1986 because as you can see Edward is wearing his Royal Marines uniform.

Prince Philip: Admiral of The Fleet. There are 4 + 1 wider rings in the cuffs.

Prince Edward: Royal Marines Officer Cadet (Royal Marines are part of the RN). Unpopular opinion but well I think he will able to have a military career if he just went with the navy like his brothers, or the army, as the officer course in the RM are literally the hardest in the world. But well, we know he enjoyed what his chosen career later.

Queen Elizabeth: A coat that match the Navy blue

Princess Anne: Chief Commandant of the Women’s Royal Naval Service (Women’s in the navy used to have their own branches until 1983 when they served alongside men)

Prince Andrew: Lieutenant. He had 2 rings on his cuffs.

Prince Charles (He is King Charles now I know): Commander. Three rings on his cuffs.

The gold ropes thingy that Philip, Andrew, and Charles wore is an aiguillette means that they’re an aide-de-camp to The Queen. The three of them also has a wing above the rings on their cuffs. Philip was trained with the RAF but then he completed the conversion course to the RN so he received the RN wings in 1956. Charles also trained with the RAF and I guess went through the same process, then he went on active service in the Fleet Air Arm. Meanwhile Andrew started his Royal Navy career from straight from school and he learned to fly directly with the navy, at that time he’s still on active service with the FAA.

[excessive-vampires]

Dealing With Demons Chapter 13: He Knows How to Hurt Us Part 2: Cee

Masterlist with CW

Taglist: @demyxdancer @softvampirewhump @d-cs

We awoke slowly, Avi's head was pounding, they healed it as much as they could and it was enough that they were able to open their eyes without retching. As they carefully pulled themself up into a sitting position the details, or rather the lack thereof, of how we got here came back to us.

"What?" Avi's voice was weak. They looked around and we saw we were in a small section of some kind of huge silver rune circle that stretched out across the room, which looked to have once been a fully furnished large basement, but all the furniture had been moved up against the room's walls to make space for the rune. The rune itself held thirteen other figures, all neatly contained in separate circles. Seven of them were humans, they all appeared to be unconscious. One of them was Clara. Another was Andrew Bell. The remaining six were demons, and they were all staring at us.

The floor beneath us was wood, the air was cool, there was a small barred window propped open near the ceiling.

"This isn't the same basement as before."

"There's a sub-basement that he uses for summoning," said a voice next to us. "And don't bother trying to scream, there's a silence spell around the perimeter of the house." Avi looked over and recognition sparked in their mind.

She was human-shaped, with blood red skin shot through with thick blue veins. Her mouth was full of wicked sharp teeth like shattered black glass. Her hair was black too, wavy and short, ending just above her chin. She wore a simple black dress. Her entire body pulsed rhythmically, like the whole thing was one big beating heart. Her obsidian eyes narrowed as she saw the look on their face.

"Dezi?" They asked, trying to focus their blurry vision.

"Holy shit, Avi?" She moved as close to them as her section of the rune would allow and got down on all fours to be eye-level with them.

"Wait," a voice from behind us said. "Your names are Dezi and Avi? Desire and avarice? That's the least creative thing I've ever heard in my life."

Avi turned to see a figure that looked like a marble statue wearing a robe of rich purple.

"Shut up," Maximilian said from across the rune. "Your name is Ceasar."

Avi chuckled. About one third of all pride demons named themselves Ceasar and each one thought it was the greatest idea of all time. But the act of laughing made their head hurt and brought us back to the situation at hand.

"Dezi, do you know what's happening?"

"A human has us all stuck here. He summoned us and trapped us in this rune. The people in the outer circle are ones we've made deals with."

They groaned. "I was afraid of that."

"What do you mean?"

"This was Cliff Mason. He summoned me a while ago but I left before he could trap me. Since I realized how dangerous he was I've been trying to track him down alongside the Bright Bureau."

Dezi laughed. "Working with the Bright Bureau? What the hell have you gotten yourself tangled up in, Avi?"

"I don't know. I don't know how Cliff got me here, I was trying to teleport home."

"He did some sort of ritual before you showed up, he used a bloody ring."

Shit.

Avi rolled up their sleeve and looked at the bandaged scratch. "Blood from a body that belongs to me, that'd do it."

"Speaking of that, how the hell did you get a body?"

They smiled weakly. "It was an unusual deal to say the least."

"I guess this means there's no hard feelings about me keeping our network of henchmen?" She seemed almost desperate. She must have felt just as bad about the way things ended as Avi did.

"Dezi, I'm sorry about the things I said. I don't think you're shallow, really."

"Avi, I get it. I was taking something away from you so you said what you thought would hurt me like I was hurting you. Thank you for apologizing, I'm sorry too. I don't want to argue with you right now, can we just pretend that the fight never happened?"

Avi smiled. "Deal. I've missed you."

"Really? I can't believe you'd spare me a single thought when you should have been busy enjoying having a human body."

"I've had five years to enjoy this, there's been some downtime."

"Wow, five years. What did you have to do for it?"

"To make a long story short, it mostly just boils down to keeping her safe, entertained, and living a life of luxury."

"And you have her body indefinitely?"

"Yep."

"Can you block her out?"

"Only if she asks me to. But we get along fine."

"You always had the most unbelievable luck, you bastard."

Avi and her both laughed at that.

I like her. She's fun.

"If you have to keep her safe then this must be hell for you."

They grimaced. I could feel the sharp tightness in their chest, like we were in the middle of the world's longest heart attack. It had been there ever since we figured out Cliff was behind the disappearances, but it used to be dull, in the background. Now it was almost as debilitating as their head wound.

"Yeah, it's not fun. But she doesn't blame me, which helps. And, well, she did want to meet you."

"Aw, Avi, have you been talking about me to your clients?"

"All good things, don't worry."

"Good. I've missed you, Avi." Dezi traced the rim of the silver rune with a black fingernail. "I really wish I could hug you right now, now that you would feel it."

"First thing we'll do when we get out of here, promise. What I don't understand is how he found people we've made deals with."

"He had this spell, I think he made it himself, it allowed him to sense the bond a deal creates. But it took a lot of mana so he only used it when he couldn't get the names out of us. He knows how to hurt us, but you already knew that." She gestured to where they were still holding their head with one hand. "Hey, since you have a human body, maybe you can get out of your rune."

"I'll give it a try." Avi managed to get to their feet without falling. "I think I'll need some help with this," they whispered.

Got it.

They tried to take a step out beyond the lines of silver and I willed our body forward as hard as I could. We strained and pushed against the barrier trapping us but it was no use, we were stuck. Avi fell back down to the floor and held their head to try to stop the world from spinning.

"Well," they said. "It was a good idea, Dezi."

"Did you really think my rune work would be that weak?" A familiar drawl rang out from the end of the room. Avi whipped their head around then instantly regretted it as their vision swam. When it focussed we saw Cliff sauntering over towards the rune as smug as the cat that ate the canary. He was still formally dressed, a white button up, gray slacks and jacket. The color matched the silver brass knuckles on his right hand.

"What are you gonna do with us, you prick?" Avi managed through the fear and the still fading pain.

"I'm gonna turn the tables on you, on all of you. And then I'm gonna break the limits."

Vague.

"And that means?"

"It means I'm going to go down in magic history as a legend."

Ominous.

"Oh yes, that clears up so much, thank you."

"What, you think I'm going to stand here and tell you every single detail of my plan? You're not James Bond and I'm not some movie villain."

"The Bright Bureau is looking for you. You can't hide forever."

"Oh I'm not hiding from them. Which is probably why one of their teams found me yesterday. It was unfortunate to have to kill innocent people who were just doing their jobs, but I will defend myself if threatened. So, Avi, you had better hope your little team doesn't try to interfere with my work."

Worry tightened Avi's chest even more. Yeah, they were kinda pissed at Riley's team, mainly Riley, for not listening to them or letting them explain themself, but they didn't want the team to die. And neither did I.

Then Cliff suddenly turned around. "Speaking of the Bureau, I have to go take care of some intruders." He sighed. "Such a waste of human life, and so messy too. I'd say to stay here but you don't really have a choice, do you?"

Then Cliff turned and headed up the stairs.

Avi hoped that Coleman had sent every caster and artificer in the whole damn Bureau. 

[lokittystuckinatree]

It’s my birthday, Pride is half over, and the Sylki fandom is half dead.

Here’s a useless meta proving Sylvie and Loki are closer to an Andrew Garfield vs. Tom Holland Spider-Man situation than “GeNdErBeNt SeLFcEsT”

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When Sylvie was introduced, all Loki variants presented so far resembled Tom Hiddleston. By episode five, we know the vast majority of Loki variants are not Tom Hiddleston clones, (like a Spider-Man, a Loki could be anybody,) so Sylvie likely isn’t his clone either. However, since they’re played by different actors, with vaguely similar facial features, it could still be argued that perhaps Loki and Sylvie are the same individual, just the “other sex.” (Insert iconic Loki eye roll). Today I’m demonstrating why that argument is stupid.

Skin ~ Loki’s skin tone is consistently cooler and paler than Sylvie’s, as demonstrated by earlier films. His skin is more neutral and saturated in the series, a decision by Tom Hiddleston to make Loki seem more alive and tangibly real. Still, his typical skin tone is best described as a creamy ghostly porcelain, whereas Sylvie’s is a light rosy beige. Sylvie has a rougher, less polished, more ‘human’ look, whereas sacred timeline Loki sometimes verges on the ethereal. These skin details suit their characters well.

Tom and Sophia filming season two

Note: Sylvie’s skin seems slightly tanned in this image, while Loki looks as deathly pale as he did in the movies. Likely a difference in lighting, but I think it does a good job showing how different the two characters can look at a glance.

Hair ~ this is the strongest argument. Loki’s natural hair color is visibly darker and deeper than Sylvie’s natural hair color. Loki’s hair is raven black, and Sylvie’s hair is dark brown. Sylvie dyes her hair a muted ash blonde.

Loki and Sylvie side by side.

This hair color difference is suspiciously intentional, and even carries over from final concept art, official merch, and their child actors. Baby Sylvie’s hair is dark ash/golden brown in better lighting. Baby Loki’s hair is always raven black.

Baby Sylki. (Look at these little squishies I want to boop their noses!)

The two variants also have noticeably different hair textures. Loki’s natural curl pattern seems messier and tighter than Sylvie’s fluffy waves, even with too much greasy hair product.

Contrast ~ Sophia and Tom’s eyes are similar shades of blue. Less is certain about the in character eye colors of Loki and Sylvie. The fandom is not in agreement whether Loki’s (and Sylvie’s) eyes are blue or green, so I tend to compromise on blue-green. Tom’s eyes appear slightly lighter than Sophia’s, so I headcanon that Loki’s eyes are lighter than Sylvie’s too. Combined with their hair and skin tone differences, Sylvie has a lower, softer, more muted contrast between her hair, skin, and eyes, compared to Loki, with their higher, clearer and more striking contrast.

Color Season Analysis ~ Going off of that, and taking this next part with a grain of salt, as I am in no way an expert on color analysis, I would guess Loki is a winter, and Sylvie is a summer. Sylvie could be a spring, but from what I’ve seen, her hair is more ashen than yellow, and it makes sense Sylvie would lean cooler then warmer since she, as a former Loki variant, is a frost giant.

Summers typically look best in sunny pastel colors, whereas Winters look best in jewel tones. Sure enough, when Loki and Sylvie venture outside their classic green, black, and gold, the costume department decided to dress Loki in deep jewel tones such as blue and purple (the guard turtleneck, some of their costumes in Ragnarok.)

Another costume department chose to put Sylvie in subtle pastels (her tie die shirt.)

Typically, cool seasons look better in silver (grey) than than gold (yellow). Coincidentally, Loki and Sylvie are both wearing gray in the pictures above. Obviously, Lokis are to gold as goths are to black. However, few people fit a color season perfectly (I’m ironically a winter in the winter and a summer in the summer,) Sylvie and Loki have fairly neutral pigmentation, and saying a Loki wouldn’t look good in gold is blasphemy.

In Summary ~ Sylki are not genderbent clones, they’re not identical twins, and though it’s near certain they don’t share much dna at all, because this is not Game of Thrones, the closest they could physically be is full siblings, and while it would be questionable, your siblings aren’t you, so it wouldn’t be selfcest.

If the multiverse was a cinematic universe, Loki and Sylvie would be two different actors playing two different adaptations of the same character by two different studios, at most. Loki and Sylvie have different personalities, different experiences, different bodies, and different lives. Honestly, they’ve lived such different lives, with Sylvie breaking away from her sacred timeline and Loki identity so young that she’s a different gender and mostly based on Sylvie Lushton, that they are possibly less the same character than any of the Spider Men variants, from Spiderverse through MCU. Likely, all the two share is a mind, heart, and soul. To me, that’s beautiful.

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[capcavan]

7, 9, and 11 for your tag game 💜

nah love i need you to answer all of them but yeha only fair i do mine to lul

What is your favourite character in the Foxes? I don't really have favourite there i think Neil will be my favourite in future right now it's Renee

And favourite in the series aside form this one? I will let you guess

Drop your beloved head-canons about both! Renee does not in fact believe in god she participated in Christianity for sense of community it gives her, Riko is deathly allergic to peanuts and wishes he was born a girl but not in the trans way. He just know his life would be better if he wasn't a man. I also feel very strongly about him having adhd/bipolar .

Fic(s) you are always happy to recommend or fic tropes you will always read. https://archiveofourown.org/works/12283962/chapters/27922614#workskin Little Boy blue , I generally can be baited into reading any fic where riko is treated with bit more nuance than flat line Disney villain. I adore extreme hurt with happy ending

Which of the books is your favourite The foxhole court i enjoyed this story much more without seeing it's full development also loved Kevin much more before he was pushed aside, my first idea of what this story would be was much different .

Opinions on AFTG audiobook release? Worth a listen juts to laugh at girls voices , but i adore Renees soft tone in it, I think it,s main reason I adore her sm actually.

If you write/draw/create aftg stuff, what is your favourite work of yours?

i adore this fan art a lot bc it,s funny light hearted has clever joke that references rikos obsession with court numbers and has fox jean and riko on it + riko kind of looks like girl here and i think it's very hot look on him

welp the numbers got fucked

Favourite event/plot point in the books Foxes reaction to seths death and seth death, it set really god tone for rest of the story and was the only event that genuinely surprised me bc i did not expected anyone from hero team to drop dead

Least favourite part of canon (can include Extra content) The fact that both foxes and ravens are groups of abused individuals but one word ,, mafia" is enough to put blame for all bat things on riko only even though he was pawn to his caretaker the way she wrote jeans abuse list it feels excessively edgy for sake of begin edgy i find nothing deep or sad about this i can also write down random list of numbers and attach to it words like rape and broken bones

If you could sent Nora an ask and get answer, what would you ask about? i wouldn't ask about anything bc her giving me answer i'm not looking for would feel bad

If you could make an idea of your choice canon to aftg, what would it be? I'd have a riko make a joke about how foxes should be in prison by now considering they are dressed the part (orange) (and most of them broke the law) id also replace neils car lighter burns with something else bc they are annoying to draw

Feel free to share some random hot takes if you like Andrew "murdering" their abusive mother is creepy as fuck and her being abuser or him only teenager with not fully developed brain is not really making this any less creepy and i enjoy his character because of this I don't mind aaron being homophobic , i'm cool with those character being murderers abusers and bigots , it's fictional characters they had not hurt anyone in real life so i don't really care about their fictional flaws and enjoy interacting with their content all the same I don't like only one of the foxes and i don't think this fox should be part of this team i don't really care about story and whatever, it's my personal bias so discussing it deeper makes no sense unless you want to unpack my past and all people who lead me to feel that way rlly

[she-karev]

The Mixer (Andrew DeLuca x Alex Karev’s Sister)

Age Rating: 12+

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy

Canon Episode: Season 14 Episode 6

Ship: Andrew DeLuca x Amber Karev (Alex Karev’s Sister)

AN: Sorry for taking so long guys I’ve been busy but I hope you enjoy this chapter and reviews are welcome. The GIF above is the outfit Amber is wearing to the mixer. This chapter shifts from first person POV to third.

Summary: Amber and Andrew reunite at the mixer where past information is revealed.

Words: 3486

The mirror in front of me doesn’t give me a clear view of the dress I choose for the night but that’s what I get for not finding an apartment in time for my new job. A month after my interview I opened an envelope informing me I was accepted into the surgical residency program at Grey Sloan. I was so excited that after Match Day I went straight to my room and danced to Little Mix’s Power while drinking a bottle of wine.

Now I’m in a three-star motel getting ready for a mixer the night before I officially start my surgical career. Grey Sloan has this party to officially welcome the interns and introduce them to their new colleagues and bosses, it’s an open bar so that’s a plus. Despite my excitement there’s something that’s still bothering me or should I say someone.

I was very surprised that I got accepted into Grey Sloan not because I was worried, I didn’t have the grades but because I was worried Alex would interfere. I feared that Alex would pull an evil stunt and get the chief to throw out my application just so he wouldn’t see me again. But I guess either the chief refused to do his bidding or he stayed out of it completely. The brother I had growing up wouldn’t do something so terrible to me but it’s been 13 years since I’ve had that brother and I’m not interested in finding out how much he’s changed since then.

However, there is someone who’s making me excited about working at Grey Sloan, Andrew DeLuca. It’s been two months since that glorious and amusing night we had and I still can’t get him off my mind. It took everything in me not to Instagram stalk him so I don’t turn into those anti-feminist stalkers I see on the lifetime channel. I don’t know why I had to stop myself from doing that, I’m not normally this gaga over someone I slept with once.

I guess it’s because he actually engaged in conversation with me before taking me to his house…where his roommate was about to sleep with his sister causing a hilarious scene that makes me chuckle when I think about it. I would’ve backed out from there but hearing him speak Italian turned me on again and I decided to go for it. I wanted to give him my number the morning after but I decided to wait and see if I get the job then maybe I can give us a real chance. I’m hoping I run into him at this mixer and we can save the whole introduction and head straight to dinner like we said.

I put the black belt around my blue bustier dress and opt for just a gold bracelet to accessorize. My makeup is done especially pretty for tonight with my lips bright red, my eyeliner is made to make my eyes stand out and my hair falls in loose waves over my shoulders. I decide to use my best heels for business and comfort purposes. I grab my keys and head out for the intern mixer.

Later

The mixer was in the cafeteria, and it was filled with other interns I was gonna work with. The only attending was this trauma surgeon April Kepner so that was disappointing. I was hoping to meet Meredith Grey ever since I was in med school, she’s been my inspiration. She’s been my idol ever since she was able to 3d print models of organs in her second attending year. There are other’s at this hospital I want to meet but Grey is at the top of my list.

I stand by the bar observing the area and my future coworkers drinking my second glass of wine when I see a guy approaching me drinking a beer and giving me a smug grin as he looked at me up and down.

“Hey I’m Vik, Yale.” He holds his hand out to me which I take despite my disgust. Vik is attractive but he has a douchey vibe I’m all too familiar with.

“Amber, NYU.”

“So, uh are you enjoying the party?”

“Yeah, it’s great. Although I think they’re just placating us before the torture begins.” Vik chuckles, “Are you gonna be an intern?”

“Yeah surgery, what about you?”

“Same.” I sip my wine when Vik snorts amused, “What?”

“I mean I would’ve pegged you in OB or derma, no offense but you don’t look like the kind of girl who can handle cutting into people.”

I frown at his comment, “And what do you think I can handle based on your myopic point of view, do you even know what myopic means?” Vik looks offended at my comment when the guy I met the day of my interview Levi Schmitt approaches me with a grin.

“Hey, I don’t know if you remember me my name is Levi, we met our first day here.” I ignore his greeting as I am busy trying to one up this ass.

“Look I said I didn’t mean any offense by it.” He tries but fails to ameliorate.

“Oh well I am sorry I shouldn’t have taken your misogynistic comment personally.” I say sarcastically, “Oh I’m sorry again I should’ve known misogynistic isn’t in your vocab as well, do you need a dictionary?”

Levi looks at us confused, “Did I miss something?”

I turn to him, “Maybe you can answer this would you immediately assume I’m not cut out to be a surgeon like this jackhole?”

Vik raises an eyebrow, “Jackhole?”

Levi looks confused but complies, “Um I don’t know I would ask and just accept the answer.”

I smile at his answer, “Thank you, that’s a nice human being right there, you can take example. If you don’t think I can be a surgeon that’s your problem to mansplain but it’s the 21st century and girls like me can be surgeons”

Vik shrugs, “Surgery is hardcore.”

“I am hardcore.” I say with confidence.

Levi looks less confident but joins in, “Um s-so am I.”

“You two won’t last the first year.” Vik says smugly before walking away from us.

I sneer at his back before downing my glass entirely. I’ve handled guys like Vik my whole life even in med school, they all see me and think I’ll get my way through my looks. I’ve gotten straight A’s, volunteered at the clinic and graduated at the top of class but I guess even when I actually become a doctor I still have to deal with assholes like Vik. I go to the food table to get some dessert with Levi following me, he reminds me of a puppy that attaches to the first person who shows him one act of kindness.

I shove a petit four in my mouth and turn to Levi, “What are you doing here? I thought your rotation was over?”

“It was and after that I applied for an internship here and I got in.”

I snort in disbelief, “Seriously? How did you get in after your disastrous meet and greet? You know the one where you-”

“I know which one.” Levi frowns at the mention of him dropping his glasses in an open body cavity during the surgery we observed. I still chuckle when I replay that horrifically iconic moment, he continues, “But I rectified that problem so they wont have to worry about another incident like that.”

I eat another dessert, “Lasiks or contacts?” I ask with my mouth full.

“Neither.” He turns around pointing to the back of his head where a red rubber back is attached to his glasses to prevent from falling out, “Sports band.”

I look at his remedy peculiarly which he notices when he turns around, “And contacts are a lesser choice because…”

“I tried those but it required me to touch my eyeballs so that was a dealbreaker.”

I nod and turn around walking away from him to mingle with hopefully more normal people. As far as I could see Alex and Andrew aren’t here both to my relief and disappointment. I pass the time talking to the other interns and attendings that are here until Dr. Webber calls our attention.

“Welcome to Grey Welcome to Grey Sloan Memorial, where your education is our top priority.”

He’s interrupted by the double doors bursting open by three guys who are stared at by me and the others. I’ll give them this they make a hell of an entrance, despite this Webber continues his speech.

“Um, you were chosen for your potential. We are one of the top-rated teaching hospitals in the nation.” I see Alex entering the room causing my breath to hitch. I avoid looking at him as much as I can instead focusing on Webber, “And with your bright futures, we are certain that that tradition will continue, but it’s up to you to put in the hard work and it is hard work. So, enjoy the evening, ask question, talk to your colleagues because tomorrow you are surgeons.” I clap with the others and opt to exit the party early so I can avoid-

“Hey.” I freeze at the familiar voice behind me and I reluctantly turn around and see Alex standing there, “I didn’t know if you were coming or not.”

“Yeah well this is an intern mixer and as much as it disdains you I am an intern.” I look at him with a blank expression to hide my dislike towards him.

“It doesn’t disdain me; it shocks me but it doesn’t bother me that you’re here.”

I nod, “Good then we have an understanding, I’m going home now.” I turn and take a few steps until Alex speaks again.

“Why did you apply here?” I turn around and give him a little of my true face causing him to explain, “I’m not asking for my sake I’m asking because you made it more than clear that you would rather beat me than work with me so why did you apply to the hospital I work at?”

I exhale in anger and look around the people that could notice so I grab his arm pulling him to outside the door. I don’t want to get into it in the middle of a party with people I’m gonna work with tomorrow, that just spells questions I don’t want to answer. I stop us a few feet away from the cafeteria and face him.

“I am not here to get back at you. I didn’t make this decision lightly and I certainly didn’t make it because of you.”

“I didn’t think you were I just-”

I interrupt him, “Thought that I could find somewhere else to work where I didn’t have to see you? Yeah believe me I wanted to but…I want to be the best surgeon I can be Alex. I don’t just want to treat patients I want to advance medicine and make something of myself. Grey Sloan is the place to do that, so I decided to apply here in spite of the fact that you’re here. If you think I would be here for some lengthy revenge plot then you must think I’m as crazy as mom and Aaron.”

“I never said that I just…I want to know if we’re gonna be able to work together. I need to know if there’s gonna be problems between us because we have patients and they don’t need to see-

“I can work with you Alex.” I say it with a cold tone, “It’s like I told you months ago, I did not come here so I could play family with my big brother who left me as fast as he possibly could, I came here for me.” Alex looks at me hurt and looks away, “I knew that you worked here but I also know that Grey Sloan has one of the best residency programs and I want to be the best surgeon that I can be. I’m a mature adult and if the time comes when I will be assigned to your service I will act like any other intern. Just because I disdain you personally doesn’t mean I’m gonna let it affect my work. I’ve worked too hard to get here all on my own no thanks to you and I’m not gonna screw it up. May I please be excused Dr. Karev?”

Alex sighs, “Yes.” My use of his title and last name made my feelings toward him clear. I finally turn around and walk away from him relieved to end this conversation.

Later

Andrew walks down the hall carrying his backpack heading to the mixer. He really needed a drink after catching his sister making out with Owen Hunt in a supply closet. He should be used to catching his sister with his friends but sadly it’s something he can never get used to. After Arizona left to go home he decided to drink for one instead. He turns left when he bumps into Amber causing him to drop his backpack and her purse.

“Oh god sorry.” Amber says not even noticing him as she kneels down along with him to pick up her stuff. She looks up and smiles as she recognizes him and he does the same, “Andrew.”

Andrew smiles at the sight of her, “Amber, hey I didn’t think you’d be here.” They both stand up, “I’m guessing that based on your dress and Grey Sloan badge that you got the job?”

“Yeah, I did, I start tomorrow.” Amber picks her purse up, “Are you heading out?”

“No, I’m headed to the mixer, aren’t you supposed to be there?”

Amber walks down the hall with Andrew, “I went for a bit but I decided to bail early.”

“How come?” Andrew asks.

“Well-” Amber was about to explain when Jo Wilson approaches her with a smile.

“Hi, you must be Amber, I’m Jo I’m gonna be your chief resident.” Jo holds out her hand which Amber shakes.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you, I was just gonna leave so…”

“Oh, that’s fine I just wanted to come by and introduce myself to the interns before tomorrow. I especially wanted to meet you and make sure that there isn’t any awkwardness between us in the future.” Amber and Andrew look at her confused.

“Why would things be awkward between us?” Amber asks Jo.

Jo answers with nervous chuckle, “Well um…Alex and I are dating and living together.”

Amber inhales and replies flatly, “Oh.”

Andrew furrows his eyebrows confused, “Why is that a problem? Do you know Karev?”

“Yeah, he’s my brother.” Amber replies nonchalantly causing Andrew’s eyes to widen and look at her in shock as she continues talking to Jo oblivious of his reaction, “Look what happens with you and Alex is your business and I would appreciate it if you and him don’t try to make it my own.”

“I wasn’t trying to; I know that your relationship with your brother is…complicated.” Amber snorts as Andrew rubs his jaw trying to process this new information, “I just wanted to let you know that I’m here to help you with whatever you need while you start your internship. I already did this with the other interns so you don’t have to worry about special treatment.”

Andrew finally snaps out of his frozen state and speaks, “I’m sorry your brother, Alex, is Alex Karev? The one who works here? Your Karev’s sister?”

Amber frowns at his weird reaction, “Yeah, do you know him?” Andrew stares at her with wide eyes and disbelief all over his face, “Andrew?”

Jo looks at both of them, “Do you two know each other?”

Andrew blinks and gets out of his shocked state with only mild surprise left on his face. Amber raises an eyebrow at his reaction and wants to ask him again how he knows Alex when Arizona approaches them.

“Hey, I left my keys at home can I borrow yours if your going to the mixer?” Arizona recognizes Amber and greets her, “Hey! I haven’t seen you since-”

Andrew panics and interrupts her before she can reveal information to Jo, “Have you met Karev’s sister, the new intern?”

Arizona stops and looks at him confused, “Karev’s sister?”

Jo pitches in confused by this scene, “Yeah her.” She points at Amber who just stands there with a questioning face at all of them.

Amber waves at Arizona, “Me and what’s your name? I didn’t catch it the other night when Andrew brought me to your house.” Jo’s eyes widen at Amber’s comment who doesn’t notice instead focused on Arizona who purses her lips at this awkward reunion. Andrew quietly sighs at his misfortune getting worse.

“Y-Yeah we didn’t really do an introduction that night.”

Amber chuckles, “Well we were both busy trying to score when he and sister got into a spat so I don’t really think that qualifies for a meet and greet party.” Andrew closes his eyes as Jo puts two and two together slightly grinning at what she walked into and how Amber is oblivious to Andrew’s suffering.

Arizona chuckles lightly trying to keep a straight face, “Yes that is very, very true um Arizona Robbins head of fetal surgery. I also taught your brother back when I was head of peds.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, well Bailey was his chief resident when he started and Webber was the chief back then as well but I was the one who showed him the ropes of peds when he showed interest.”

Amber nods at the tidbit, “That’s quite a lot of connections he has, I suppose there’s not gonna be one person I meet at this hospital who is somehow not tied to my estranged brother?”

Andrew pinches the bridge of his nose over the cruel irony of her question while Jo presses her lips together both amused and horrified. Arizona chuckles nervously as Amber furrows her eyebrows at her.

Amber turns to Andrew who tries to look normal, “Okay well uh I should get going its first day tomorrow and I need the rest but uh maybe we can meet up after and catch up like we said?”

Andrew clears his throat, “Um yeah maybe.” He doesn’t give a clear answer as this whole situation shocks him so much he can barely process it.

Amber grins, “Great see you tomorrow.” She addresses Jo and Arizona, “It was lovely to meet you both, good night.” Jo and Arizona say good night back as she leaves all three of them.

When Amber is out of earshot Jo turns to Andrew with a grin on her face while Arizona quietly snickers, “You…”

“It was not what it sounded like.” Andrew tries explaining to Jo who doesn’t buy it.

“Didn’t.” Jo finishes with a smile.

Andrew exhales in defeat and breaks down, “I did like twice I think.” Jo laughs along with Arizona while Andrew continues panicking, “Oh my god what did I do?”

Arizona chips in, “I think it’s pretty clear what you did although I don’t know the specifics.”

Andrew turns to Arizona with disbelief over her humor, “This is not funny this is far from funny this is my death sentence.”

“Why?” Jo asks.

Andrew looks at her incredulous, “Maybe because her brother beat me to a bloody pulp over something he thought I did to you and now he’s gonna kill me for something I definitely did to his little sister.”

Arizona rolls her eyes, “Oh come on you and Amber were two consenting adults that night and from what I saw of her in that short time she came of her own free will. Also I think Alex has learned his lesson from what happened and isn’t stupid enough to do that again.”

“And besides Alex is estranged from Amber and I don’t think beating up a guy she slept with once is gonna make it any better.” Jo explains.

Andrew looks at her confused, “They’re estranged?” Jo nods, “Why?”

Jo knows the story between Amber and Alex but doesn’t want to give anything away for fear of Amber being ridiculed over what happened to her so she decides to be vague, “It’s a long story and one I feel she should tell you about. I have to go have a goodnight.”

“Wait um can you maybe not um tell Alex about…this?” Andrew asks with pleading eyes.

“Don’t worry I won’t tell him that you unknowingly had a one night stand with his baby sister.” Jo chuckles again as she leaves. Andrew and Arizona are left in the hall with Andrew left numb from the recent event that happened which Arizona notices.

“Do you want to take advantage of the open bar?” Arizona asks to cheer him up.

“Yes please.” Andrew says and they both walk back to the mixer to drink their problems away.

[fumikomiyasaki]

🍎 🍏 Joker is absolutely dragging Punch over to get an apple from Carol; this looks like soooo much fun!

Apple of Fortune event- Join the Raffle

Festivities were afloat, it was pretty crowdy among the trees and not at the stands, mainly at the main attraction being the Apple Queen, King and Heiress... Joker held a small plush Apple charm she got from one of the stands and looked at her brother who looked at the huge crowd that was on the big tree in the middle, fumbling his fingers and growing nervous...

"You need to step up, they don't do a line anyways, you need to take charge."

"But if I barge in won't I disturb..."

She sighed and took his hand.

"Then blame it on me, I will drag you there to see her, after all you want to see her, right?"

Punch was still hesitant but he had no choice in that matter, Joker pushed many of the men surrounding Carol to side and basically pushed Punch before her with a wink.

"I will keep them at bay, take the opportunity, have fun you two~"

And with a wink she herself played the charms to keep the crowd distracted while Punch finally could recover from being dragged her... just to finally see Carol in her dress and grow pretty red at how she looked. She let out a chuckle.

"Typical Joker, but I am actually glad to see you here, Punch."

He pulled his hat a bit down hiding the redness in his face as Carol just tried to look at it, and took his hands so he can't hide anymore.

"I think I just got the right apple to give you as part of this fest. I can't promise a good or bad fortune though."

She took a chocolate coated apple with small blue butterfly patterns on it out putting it in his hand as he looked at the envelope... one with bad luck.

"G-guess something tasty doesn't always mean something good. But I will enjoy eating it."

"You can still bind the bad fortune to a tree to dispell it. But aside the festivities... Maybe after my job we can spend some times together."

"I w-would be glad." She noticed how nervous he was... with a sigh she walked closer to him and pulled him into a hug. As he hesitantly pulled his arms around her too.

"No need to be nervous. I will not forget you during this event, don't worry. You owe me a date later and I will take it once I have this basket empty. Meyra and Andrew could need more people interested in them anyways."

With a wink she withdrew and looked back to the crowd.

"Let me save your sister then, the crowd seems mad."

"R-right, let me get her."

[nerd-party]

ill try to answer them all:

genevieve, and I like it!

Yep! I can't draw but I do acting and singing

Yes unfortunately

be on stage as a job

Will Campos waved at me once

not right now, my legs are too fucked

being overlooked: seen but ignored for someone else who is just as good/worse than me

Barret Wilbert weed

I can sing, do card tricks, and I can walk incredibly quietly (ninja style)

absolutely fucking not, just TRY waking me up before 10am at the weekend

Only for bf/gfs but I am down for a nickname

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHA YES

I don't watch shows so I'll list one show and movies: good omens, red white and royal blue, the princes bride

not really lol

Me and my friends from all across my friend groups sitting in an oak tree eighty feet high, smoking weed and passing round a bottle of wine that never emptied. We watched the snow fall and the sun rise and it was literally perfect.

nope

nope again

nope x3

unfortunately I am a social butterfly but I wish I could just be on my own sometimes fr

yep! Never used to be but I guess I'm popular now

bite my nails

I always forget I have mascara on so I rub my eyes and I look stupid- I feel open to attack.

Jon if it's a boy, Elisa if it's a girl, and backup name of Ollie/Yasmin/Jasmine

dont have one but DAMN Andrew Garfield fine

music

Dogs but I do love cats

Literally tumbles my only social. I guess ao3?

@valkzzheart

brother, sister, mum, dad. Pretty standard shit

chocolate 🤤

Yep!

YES I LOVE ROLLERCOASTERS

yep, quite well

I have a. DETAILED PLAN. if y'all want me to tell it exactly lmk and I'll divulge my master plan.

yes, a few

Yep!

Pink/blue!

England!!! TOP BINS MATE OAYYYY

Any musical theatre artist!! Or Conan Gray

yes!! It's a big dream of mine but I don't wanna be super famous

Yes I love dresses but I wish it was warmer where I live so I can wear them more

popular from wicked / astronomy by Conan Gray

talking about it in person yes (especially with parents) online no, actually doing it would be a no

like 12?

Yes I do it all the time, Im in a shooting club

Nope!!

i love horror!!

According to my friends yes and I think I'm good too

one time I got really mad at my parents because I was sent away from the dinner table in my old home so I went upstairs and flushed a whole toilet roll down the bog

pretty exhausted

Yes I was actually

i never used to be able to dance but I can now

Biting my nails again

Yes!! I bleached it just so I could dye it

Blue

ferret

Onstage once yeah but it wasn't my fault (mic cut out, I got made fun of)

Yes!

lots!

My main friend group is GAE 🏳️‍🌈

drama

None

sometimes? It varies

pet sematary (1989) FANTASTIC

Not on TV but in podcasting: Normally 'Ly Oak-Swallows-Garcia-Li-Wilson-Marlowe-Swift-The-Unworthy is just like me fr

need to be at the top and extreme competitiveness I force myself not to think about, plus my extreme feelings about fairness

hiking the mountains and going around the world to beautiful places

If I would never die I would start committing crimes

singing aloud onstage and around the house to practice

who I became friends with would change ASAP and my class too

yes absolutely

Late October

My room with all my DND stuff

Did my singing competition auditions!!

an astrophysicist

A stable career and a consistent home life

I usually speak up, I don't think I have a moment like this

I have to get better at everything.

I feel like that already with how many extracurriculars I'm doing bruh 😭

seeing the sights bro

Houses for me and my friends/family, stable education funds for me, my friends, my kids, my family and all our kids. Keep people safe from bankruptcy

The past, instantly. Live in the 80s and 70s forever

a love of acting and helping others

same one from earlier- hanging with the boys committing crimes!!

The woods would be nice but if get bored. The city

Nope. There's no afterlife. It just ends.

my year 6 teacher was the GOAT

playing Lego with my friend from nursery, Aoife.

Einstein so I can get his last words

I don't really know yet. I've laughed so hard I've cried but it's not the same

that some people are gonna think others are better than you and you just have to deal with that. Favoritism is everywhere and fairness is irrelevant.

Nothing.

kill some people probably /hj

run away/defy authority unfortunately

yes, because no matter what people say, looks matter especially early in life. If youre pretty at school you aren't bullied and people like you. I want to give my kid the best chance. (not saying this is a good thing, I hate this but it's the truth)

idk just kinda happened one day

impending doom and my immense hopelessness and just. General sense of emptiness and failure.

exist.

hey that wasnt 100 you skipped 2!!

100 Questions!

Thought these might be fun? Ask me some and I’ll try(I can’t promise) to get something up for you later! these questions aren’t my own

1. What’s your middle name, and do you like it? 2. are you artistic? 3. Have you had your first kiss? 4. What is your life goal? 5. Do you have any expieriences with a famous person? 6. Do you play any sports? 7. What’s your worst fear? 8. Who’s your biggest inspiration? 9. Do you have any cool talents? 10. are you a morning person? 11. How do you feel about pet names? 12. Do you like to read? 13. Name a list of shows that have changed your life. 14. Do you care about your follower count? 15. What’s the best dream you’ve had? 16. Have you ever kissed someone of your same gender? 17. Do you have any pets? 18. Are you religious? 19. Are you a people person? 20. Are you considered popular? 21. What is one of your bad habits? 22. What’s something that makes you feel vulnerable 23. What would you name your children? 24. Who’s your celebrity crush? 25. What’s your best subject? 26. Dogs or cats? 27. most used social media besides tumblr? 28. best friends name 29. who does your main family consist of 30. Chocolate or sugar 31. have you ever been on a date? 32. Do you like rollercosters? 33. Can you swim? 34. What would you do in the event of an apocolypse? 35. Have you struggled with any kind of mental disorder 36. Are your parents together? 37. What’s your favourite colour? 38. What country are you from/do you live in? 39. Favourite singer? 40. Do you see yourself being famous some day? 41. Do you like dresses? 42. Favourite song right now? 43. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? 44. How old were you when you first got your period? 45. Have you ever shot a gun? 46. Have you ever done yoga? 47. Are you a horror girl? 48. Are you good at giving advice? 49. Tell us a story about your childhood. 50. How are you doing today? 51. Were you a cute kid? 52. Can you dance? 53. Is there anything you do that you can’t remember ever not doing? 54. Have you ever dyed your hair? 55. What colour are your eyes? 56. What’s your favourite animal? 57. Have you ever made a huge fool of yourself? 58. Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 59. Do you have good friends? 60. Are you close with anyone of the lgbtq+ group? 61. What’s your favourite class? 62. List all the tv shows you are watching. 63. Are you organized? 64. What was the last movie you saw? Opinion? 67. Which tv character do you relate to most? 68. What are some things that stand between you and complete happiness? 69. If you received enough money to never need to work again, what would you spend your time doing? 70. What would you change about your life if you knew you would never die? 71. What would you do differently if you knew that no one was judging you? 72. If you could start over, what would you do differently? 73. Would you break the law to save a loved one? 74. When was the last time you travelled somewhere new? 75. When you think of your home, what immediately comes to mind? 76. What have you done to pursue your dreams lately? How about today? 77. What did you want to be when you were a kid? 78. If you dropped everything to pursue your dreams, what would you be risking? 79.When did you not speak up, when you know you really should have? 80. Describe the next five years of your life, and your plans, in a single sentence 81. What would happen if you never wasted another minute of your life, what would that look like? 82. If you could live forever, how would you spend eternity? 83. How would you spend a billion dollars? 84. If you could time travel, would you go to the past or the future? 85. What motivates you to succeed? 86. What dream that you’ve had has resonated with you the most? 87. Would you rather live in the city or the woods? Why? 88. Do you believe in life after death 89. What teacher inspired you the most? How did they? 90. What’s your fondest childhood memory? 91. If you could have dinner with any one person, living or dead, who would they be and why? 92. What would you have to see to cry tears of joy? 93. What is the hardest lesson you had to learn in life? 94. What do you think happens after we die? 95. What would you do if you would be invisible? 96. What’s something you can’t do no matter how hard you try? 97. Would you want to choose the sex and appearance of your offspring? 98. How did your first crush develop? 99. Is there a feeling you are trying to ignore? What is it? 100. Do you live or do you just exist?