#I have been slacking on being a good mutual for such a long time bc my social battery has been worn :(((

[catcze]

Drafts count: Currently at 94 and I’m hoping to pull that number down to around ~50-60 by the end of the day ⭑.ᐟ /ᐠ > ˕ <マ

[bilswifee]

sorry but i have a STORY. grab your popcorn, its a long one.

so i already told you its tech week, so we have rehearsal everyday, everyone's stressing, we're understaffed because a bunch of tech people couldnt make it last minute, but its whatever. HEAVY on the everyone being stressed.

didnt say this but we're the show we're doing is guys and dolls, didnt say this either but my ex is playing benny and because shes playing a gambler (in the show, yall) she has to wear a suit. (🙏🙏) and we both had chem and the teacher was highkey holding us hostage, he would not let us go, so me and her were a but late, only thing we missed was changing, tech is still getting props out and actors are doing warmups.

me and her go to the bathroom to change because tech need to wear all black and she needs the suit, i change my shirt and im about to leave and she asks me to wait for her and say sure because we're kinda friends(?) like obviously not as close but we talk sometimes and we also broke up like 5 months ago

im waiting outside the door and she asks me if i know how to tie a tie and i say "yeah come here" and she says "no, you come in here its easier"..YEAH DEFINITELY BECAUSE ITS EASIER, WHATEVER YOU SAY.

so i walk in and OH MY GODDDDD she looks so good, (the amount of thoughts i had in that moment) she was wearing slacks and a dress shirt and had the tie around her neck. i was bound to die in that MOMENTTT. the blazer is hanging on the door and im in front of her, just started tying the tie and she says "ive missed you lately" WHAT. WANNA REPEAT THAT FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK??? and im shocked and don't know what to reply because what. so im like "yeah?" or "really?" or something like that and shes like "yeah, miss the way you'd talk to me, and text me all the time," and other stuff like that. and im done with her tie at this point so im standing there like and idiot trying not to smile like crazy.

and this girl. THIS GIRL. I CAN NOT MAKE THIS SHIT UP. SHE SAYS "and the way you wouldve grabbed me by my tie a couple months ago" WHATTTTTT, like yes i would and SPOILER ALERT, i did but WHAT. AT SCHOOL. WHILE PEOPLE ARE PROBABLY WAIT BECAUSE ITS BEEN LIKE 5 MINUTES AND IM NOT BACK? thats whats crazy to me

but she says i few more things like that and that shits getting progressively worse and worse but then she stops and just says "can you jus fuckin kiss me already?" AND YES LIKE THAT, SAYS IT JUST LIKE THAT BECAUSE OF HER ACCENT THAT I LOVE WITH MY WHOLE SOUL.

SO I DO, BECAUSE WHO AM I TO NOT DO WHAT IM TOLD ?? and holy shit. holy shit because i forgot how much i missed kissing her. holy shit because i forgot how soft her hands are. holy shit because i forgot how loves when i put my hand in her hair. holy shit because she ended up moaning in the kiss and my brain short circuit. LIKE IM THE LUCKIEST BITCH ALIVE, NO ONE CAN TELL ME OTHERWISE EVERRR.

and she start rambling about how she misses me and how shes been so stressed and how shes needed me so bad and oh my fucking GOD. i just cant. i literally cant. and we go through like 10 minutes of just making out and rambling and neck kisses (THAT WILL BE RELEVENT.) until i check the time and we actually stop and rush out

shes in the opening scene so we RUN to the auditorium get to back stage and everyones like where have yall been?? and she made up some lie that i really cant remember i was just DYING. she goes up on stage and one of our mutual friends asks what really happened and im like nothing wdym and she says "your gloss is messed up and she doesn't wear lipgloss" and im just there like HMMM IDK GUYS. I DONT KNOW.

okay ill stfu now, thank you for letting me yap. i still cant fucking believe that. i also skipped over a LOT. cant tell my friends bc they would be real mad at me

–🍏 xx

OH OH OH OH EJEJEJRJRJRJRJEHE SHIT WHAT IS THUS DRAMA EXES TO LOVERS NDNDHDJDJDHDHD???

oh my dawg u better get ur girl back rn THATS LIKE PEAK TELEVISION TENSION BETWEEN U TWO OMGGGGGG wow. and plsss send more stuff like this that was fun to read

[aruuq]

Hiiiii I have stalk through your blog and i am loving it already!

If you don't mind, can you write for Albedo? I have seen too many fanfictions about the reader being the jealous cause of Sucrose being close to Albedo. So how about Albedo being the one jealous (and tries to hide it) when he sees reader spending time more with Sucrose than him, her/his boyfriend.

Sucrose is quite lonely so the reader offer to be her friend and they become closer and spend time together, not knowing Albedo behind, longing for the reader's attention. (haha pouty Albedo)

I apologise if this is too much for you. Take care and have a good day!

Hi, dear anon! Worry not, it’s not too much for me or anything, but because my requests are currently closed, I’m not going to make it into any full writing! Just sumn quick thoughts how do I see your idea from my point of view, treating it as a thirst or ask bcs they’re always opened! Not proofreaded as always!

Firstly, I want to state that I can see that at the very beginning Albedo can’t identify his feelings. He’s like okay,,, they’re my significant other,,, Sucrose’s my friend,,, but it’s annoying when they spend so much time together,,,,,,, why. PLEASE HE’S SUCH A DUMBASS FOR SURE HE CAN’T FIGURE IT OUT. Only after some time, when he rummages in the library for some study materials, and you and Sucrose have FUN without HIM a few desks away he almost snaps the pencil in half, and it’s Lisa who helps to get through his emotions as a fellow member of Knights of Favonius (more she just slacks off and happens to be in the right place ‘n time to notice his unusual behavior). And it’s where the fun begins.

I can only imagine ‘Bedo searching for this term in books, this whole jealousy. Because he doesn’t perceive himself fully as a human at first it’s hard for him to believe, to understand that this new emotion has entered his life. But well, he has to somehow deal with this. And as I stated previously he’s a dumbass so he decides not to bother you with his troubles and to live with it alone just like some sort of ascetic. Albedo watches as you and Sucrose go on yours cute little dates together (friendly ones ofc), eat ice-creams, study, draw, experiment, and he’s annoyed. He can do all these things too. So why do you choose Sucrose over him? Albedo’s sure you do love him, but do you like him? Maybe he’s too boring for you, and you just don’t want to waste your precious time with him? It gets worse and worse every passing day, as he dives deeper into his sulking phase, depression overwhelming him as the urge to say something mean to Sucrose becomes stronger mutually with leaving you two alone if you have this much fun without him. And ‘Bedo knows he acts unreasonably.

So he decides to confess. And it’s a bit awkward for him to do so, ‘cause he’s not sure if it’s really this weird jealousy that Lisa, and now Kaeya and Amber too, have been talking about. At first you don’t want to believe him, but when he repeats himself and shows you all his study notes about his feelings, a little diary filled with all kinds of descriptions and tiny drawings, you pull him into your warm embrace, promising that you’ll never leave him for so long alone again!

[uwuwriting]

Soulmates w/ Dabi, Shirakumo and Keigo

Request: Hello! I just read a few of your writings &I'd just like to say they're amazing! Anyways, may I request some hc's for a soulmate AU w/ Dabi, Shirakumo, & Hawks?(all separate)- anonymous

Soulmate Aus have a shit ton of tropes so I went for a different trope on each boy bc I love them all. My man Dabi has dipped the last few chapters and I’m getting kinda deprived, although I appreciate him not burning my baby Shoto to a crisp so we good. Love ya.💖💖💖

masterlist II rules

warnings: angst with some fluff

 Dabi/Todoroki Touya II Interchangeable eye color

-Dabi’s outlook on love is really negative. 

-Growing up the way he did and in the environment he did, the possibilities in him believing or cherishing love and soulmates was low. 

-When he got his soulmate sign he was around 12. 

-It was the darkest moments of his life and he hated himself to no end. 

-When he woke up on that fateful Sunday morning he thought that he was hallucinating. 

-Then he imagined that this could be an after affect of his trauma, just like his hair. 

-His mind though drifted to his soulmate. 

 -He didn’t have a mark up until now and your eye color changing was one of the many soulmate signs out there. 

-As he stared at his left eye, the e/c orb staring back at him, he began to cry. 

-Sobs wracked his body as he clutched his eye. 

-This was unfair. 

-He shouldn’t have a soulmate, what good could he be to anyone?

-He is a failure and he is gonna bring down his soulmate as well. 

-So he hides it. 

-Puts a patch over his eye to conceal the new color blooming around his iris and when his family starts questioning it he buys contacts. 

-Natsuo helps him even though he doesn’t understand why his brother doesn’t want a soulmate. 

-Years pass until he finally meets the person that has changed his life. 

-Shigaraki was being a brat as usual, whining about needing new members for his little group. 

-Dabi couldn’t care less.

-This  whole charade with these losers would only aid him reach his ultimate goal. 

-He didn’t care about Shigaraki’s shitty ideologies and otherworldly desires, he just wanted his revenge. 

-His eyes scanned the so-called hide out in utter boredom, his gaze landing once again at the bar’s door left slightly ajar in case someone came looking. 

-He didn’t expect for the door to open though. 

-And as the grease old door creaked open a figure stepped into the room, clad in black from head to toe. 

-A mask was covering half of your face leaving only your eyes visible. 

-You scanned the place before your eyes landed swiftly on him, knocking the breath out of him as you locked gazes, e/c orbs baring into his own. 

-The vibrant blue on your left eye had him gasping for air. 

-It was stunning. 

-You moved to talk to Shigaraki, your voice albeit monotone and cold, sent tingles up his spine making his hairs stand at attention. 

-His eyes were glued on you, one of his hands subconsciously going to the left side of his face where his mark should be visible.

-It felt as if his contact burned his eye and he quickly took it off, not minding about possible infections since he didn’t wash his hands before touching his eYE DAMMIT YA NASTY AF. 

-His body was drawn to you, his mind screaming at him to talk to you to go close to you. 

-You knew he was your soulmate. 

-You had known the moment you stepped into the bar; no one had such a beautiful blue hue in their eyes other than your soulmate. 

-Despite your mutual desire to be close to each other you  held off for months. 

-Months of keeping distance, months of giving each other the cold shoulder. 

-It would all reach a tipping point soon and Dabi would finally understand what it’s like to truly love someone. 

-Until then though, suffer in your mutual pining. 

Shirakumo Oboro II Red string of Fate

-The string around his pinky finger always lay motionless for years. 

-It was slack and lifeless, no sign of his soulmate being remotely alive. 

-It really worried him, he thought that he might be one of the few unfortunate individuals who didn’t have a soulmate. 

-He talked to his friends about it and they all reassured him that his soulmate was just too far away from him so even if they tugged at the string he wouldn’t be able to feel it. 

-This reassured him all throughout middle school. 

-He started getting a little discouraged when he saw all his classmates getting their soulmate signs whether it be names tattooed on their wrists, one of their eyes changing color or a strand of their hair, other could hear faint music if they concentrated hard enough while others were unfortunate enough to feel their soulmate’s pain. 

-Shirakumo was left staring at the red string surrounding his finger. 

-He had thought about tugging at it, making the first step instead of waiting for the person on the receiving end.  

-But on this day, the day when both Aizawa and Hizashi got their respective signs he found himself tugging at the string. 

-At first he pulled lightly watching the string grow taught slowly and then go slack again. 

-He waited for what felt like a century before tugging again and again, more force being put in his pulls every time. 

-After an hour of waiting and tugging he was done. 

-Eyes downcast with a frown on his lips, he was ready to let this whole soulmate thing go. 

-At the end of the day he doesn’t need the universe to tell him who he should fall in love with; who he is destined to be with. 

-Then he felt it. 

-The lightest tug at his finger. 

-His eyes followed the red string as it straightened a few times before going limb again. 

-Aizawa walked in on him pulling the string like crazy, excited giggles leaving his lips when his soulmate responded with their own pulls. 

- “Shota I did it. T-they answered!”

-This whole string communication business lasted until the first day of high school. 

-As Oboro walked through the halls of UA he felt the string shift on his finger. 

-It was as if it was wrapping tighter around his finger, almost to the point that it hurt. 

-Maybe he was about to meet his soulmate that’s why the string was thinning. 

-Wait, meet them??

-He wasn’t ready to meet them!!!

-What if they didn’t like him? What if his hair was a bit too cloudy for their likes? Oh god his hair must be a mess because he flew here. Maybe he can dash into one of the bathrooms and fix it real quick. Will he be too loud for them? What-

-Lost in his own thoughts he completely missed the person standing in front of him and soon he was crashing into them, a small grunt leaving his lips as he maneuvered himself to cushion their fall. 

- “Oh God I’m so sorry, I was totally zoned out. Are you alright?” 

- “Why are you apologizing? I ran into you.” 

-He let out a chuckle as you scrambled off of him, dusting off your skirt before offering him a hand. 

-As he took it he felt his pinky being released from the pressure. 

-Right before your eyes you witnessed the red string that connected you both unwrap for your fingers, illuminating for a moment before completely disappearing leaving a sense of familiarity and warmth in its wake. 

-You both stared wide eyed at each other before awkwardly introducing yourselves. 

-It didn’t take long for you two to actually fall in love and if you’re being honest it’s was so easy to fall for him that you believed that even if you weren’t soulmates you would have loved him. 

-Even after years, even after that fateful summer, the sense of his presence and his warmth never left you; it was as if he wasn’t gone and he was still somewhere out there. 

-You were half wrong in that one….I think. 

Takami Keigo/Hawks II Name tattoos

-He got his tattoo when he was 13. 

-It had really awful timing if he was being honest. 

-The hero commission was isolating him completely, even from the few friends he had made around the facility he trained in.

-He couldn’t even begin to imagine what they might do if they find out he had a soulmate. 

-He truly wished he had a different soulmate sign or no soulmate at all. 

-He did everything in his willpower to hide the calligraphy of your name on his left wrist. 

-Bandaging it up, covering it with a watch even scribbling over it like he used to do when he was 9 and bored. 

-But at some point it became harder to hide it, harder to conceal the beautiful name that was printed on his wrist. 

-So he confided in someone. 

-One of the caretakers at the commission had taken him under their wing ever since he was a wittle toddler, he trusted them with his life. 

-When he approached them frantically grasping his wrist in attempts to hide the letters, they were both delighted and saddened. 

-It was nice knowing that this poor child had someone out there that was meant for him and would make him happy, replace every single one of these awful memories with new ones.

-Memories he would like looking back to. 

-But just like Hawks himself they knew that the commission wouldn’t allow this person to get involved with him, at any costs and they knew how far these people could go in order to guarantee Hawks’s undivided concentration. 

-So they helped him; they bought him some make up to cover it up and taught him how to apply it correctly. 

-By the time he was out of the hands of the commission *at least not in close reach* no one apart from them knew of his soulmate’s name. 

- “Now listen here Keigo, I want you to take good care of them when you finally meet them. And never forget that you deserve nice things, don’t let anyone take your happiness away.” 

-He did find his happiness. 

-It didn’t happen right away but it did come sooner than he expected. 

-He had learned about the new transfer student who began attending UA in the middle of the year. 

-He never heard their name but he knew they existed. 

-Turns out they were quirkless but were determined to become a hero despite their shortcomings. 

-After a few months he bumped into them and oh lord his wings have never been puffier. 

-He was  relaxing on the roof, away from prying eyes and loud people, just him and the birds *he found his people at last*.

-When he heard the door open he almost leaped off the building but paused at the sound of a soft voice. 

- “Oh I’m so sorry I didn’t know someone was up here.” 

-Turning around he came face to face with the most beautiful person he had ever laid his eyes upon. 

-For the first time in his life he stumbled over his words, a swift ‘It’s alright’ escaping his lips and before he knew what he was doing he was inviting you to sit with him. 

- “Wow you can see everything from here.” 

- “The view is better up in the sky if you ask me.”

-After a long pause he added. “I could show you if you want.” 

- “How can I trust you? Hmmm?” you teased. “I don’t even know your name.” 

-He let out a chuckle before continuing. “Could say the same for you but since I’m a gentleman I will grace you with my name. I’m Keigo Takami or Hawks if you wanna go with my hero persona.” 

-He saw your eyes widen as you stared at him, your eyes darting to his covered wrists. 

-Quickly you composed yourself straightening your shirt and extending your hand, the black letters of his name delicately engraved on your smooth skin. 

- “Nice to meet you, I’m Y/N L/N.”  

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[bastardtetsu]

{day 09} vanilla ice cream | tsukki x reader

pairing: tsukishima kei x gn!reader

genre: enemies to lovers, secret pen pal, mutual pining a lil bit?

wc: 1.5k

warnings: sick reader (hangover/cold), mention of drinking, some swearing, tsukki showing human empathy

⍋⋆*❅｡. 25 days of fic-mas mlist .｡❅*⋆⍋

somehow it all reminds me of doctor jekyll and mister hyde for right before my eyes, a man that i despise has turned into a man i like

—vanilla ice cream; she loves me (music by jerry bock, lyrics by sheldon harnick)

the first thing you notice as you wake up is your pounding headache. it’s hard to be surprised at your state after the amount of alcohol you consumed last night - not without good reason, of course. as awful as you’re feeling now, it’s nothing compared to the hell that was last night.

it wasn’t supposed to go like that - it was supposed to be a magical, maybe even romantic evening. you had been looking forward to meeting your mystery friend ever since the two of you started messaging each other online, but you hadn’t expected to develop a full-blown crush on this person without even finding out what they look like.

but the more you got to know their personality, exchanging playlists and talking about your similar tastes in music, the more your messages to each other became fonder, even flirty at times. perhaps it was the level of anonymity that made you both so comfortable talking to each other, but you quickly became each other’s most trusted confidants.

when you started working at the record store, things became a little more stressful as you adjusted to your schedule becoming tighter, having to handle the occasional nasty customer, and dealing with one coworker in particular who must have being rude to you written into his DNA. talking with your anonymous friend is a much-needed escape, a distraction from the mundane, a hidden treasure that only you get to enjoy.

so as you sat waiting in the cafe last night, a rose laid out on the table as you had promised your dear friend, nothing could’ve killed your vibe faster than the aforementioned rude coworker - tsukishima kei - showing up and ruining everything.

you could tell he was only there because you’d insisted on leaving work early to make this date, and he wanted to see if you were lying. he only proved his intentions more when he had the audacity to sit down at your table and make jabs at you for meeting up with someone you met online.

“you’ve been waiting an awful long time haven’t you?” he taunted.

“tsukki, if you don’t leave this table—“

“and you’ve never even met them? this is how people get murdered, you know,” he sneered condescendingly. you almost got thrown out because of how loudly you screamed at him. thankfully you didn’t - although you did seem to strike some nerves with tsukishima, which you felt a bit bad about - but even though you waited at the cafe until closing, nobody showed up, leaving you alone with a single rose and a full bottle of wine.

needless to say, you have every reason to feel like shit this morning. not only are you hungover and heartbroken, having heard nothing but radio silence from your friend, you’re starting to feel lightheaded and stuffy-nosed too. you waste no time calling in sick, burying yourself in your blankets as you try your best to shut out the pounding in your head and the salty tears beginning to sting the backs of your eyelids.

suddenly, a knock at the door jolts you back to reality. “who is it?” you call out weakly.

another knock. you drag yourself out of bed with a quiet groan and go to answer the door, only to be met with a familiar lanky blond.

“what do you want, tsukishima,” you demand dryly, “did you have something you forgot to say last night? if you do say it fast, i don’t feel well today.”

“yeah i know, you called out of work,” he replies ambivalently, “that’s why i’m here.”

“oh, so you’re here to check up on me again, make sure i’m not slacking off?” you taunt him, your temper rising.

“that’s not—“

“you gonna go back to work and tell everyone i’m lying? that i just don’t care about my job?”

“no i’m n—“

“well joke’s on you, four-eyes, ‘cause guess what? i’m not giving you the chance.” you immediately start gathering your belongings, preparing to go to work.

“what?”

“i won’t be that late,” you mumble to yourself, throwing a coat over your arm as you hurriedly grab your keys, “fuck— where the hell is my other shoe??”

“oi,” tsukishima says firmly, “y/n. you need to lie down.”

“fuck off,” you bite back at him.

“no seriously, you look like you have a fever.”

“i don’t care,” you snarl, “help me look for my shoe, i know it’s here somewhere—HEY!!!”

there’s not much you can do but continue screaming at him as tsukishima scoops you up in his scrawny arms - which are evidently way stronger than they look - and carries you to your bed, dumping you unceremoniously on top of the blankets.

“THE FUCK WAS THAT?!?” you shout. he just shrugs.

“what was i supposed to do? you wouldn’t get back in bed.” he says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. arrogant prick. you slump down into your blankets, feeling too depleted to pick a fight anymore.

“i brought you something.”

your head shoots up as a plastic grocery bag lands next to it. opening it up, you find a tub of vanilla ice cream inside. “it’s the best thing to eat when you’re sick,” he states.

“a-ah,” you stutter hesitantly, “thanks.” is tsukishima being… nice to you?

“did that uh… friend of yours ever show up?” he asks cautiously.

“no,” you mutter bitterly, “i waited til closing. guess you were right, meeting some stranger from the internet really was a stupid idea.”

“hm,” he grunts awkwardly, looking away from you.

“i mean,” you continue, “the least they could’ve done was give me some sort of explanation. instead they just fucking ghosted—“

“they didn’t ghost,” tsukishima interjects suddenly, almost defensive. “i mean— it hasn’t even been a day, they’ll probably hit you up later.”

“and how do you know?”

“because—“ he stops short, hesitating for a moment before continuing, “i saw the guy last night. on the way out of the cafe.”

“wait—what??” you exclaim, “you saw them? how do you know??”

“they were supposed to be holding a rose, right? like the one you had?”

“yeah— wait, how do you know about that?”

“it wasn’t hard to figure out. people usually don’t sit at cafes with loose flowers on the table unless it’s something dumb like that.”

“shut up, you wouldn’t know romance if it bit you in the ass,” you snap back, “so he’s a guy? what did he look like? did you talk to him? what did he say?”

“yeah, uh— he asked if i knew you,” tsukishima recounts, “and he wanted me to tell you he’s sorry for bailing, but something else came up.”

“anything else??” the eager glow in your eyes is suffocating as you stare him down, hungry for more details.

“yeah. he�� he was kinda ugly.”

“…seriously?” you respond, half unimpressed with his attempt at a joke and half nervous that he isn’t joking at all.

“what, does that matter?” tsukishima replies mockingly, “i thought you liked him for his personality.”

“i do,” you jab, “and you know what, i don’t care what he looks like. and i certainly don’t care about what your salty ass thinks of him. i’m gonna message him right now, actually”

“have fun,” he says dismissively, turning to make his way out before pausing to pull a record from the vinyl collection on your shelf. “you like this album?”

“yeah, duh. it’s been one of my favorites for years.”

“huh. me too,” he replies, “it’s crazy how it stays with me. sometimes i swear i can hear it in my head while i’m asleep.”

“that’s funny,” you say, “my friend does the same thing. he hears it in his sleep.”

“heh. that is funny,” he mutters quietly as he turns to leave.

“tsukki—“ you stop him before he exits, “thanks for today. you’re not as awful as i thought.” a tentative smile graces your lips.

“whatever,” he mutters, quickly turning his face away from yours, “see you at work tomorrow.” as he retreats out the door, he prays you didn’t notice his blushing cheeks.

once tsukishima is out the door, you waste no time crafting a new message to your friend - but you find yourself struggling to piece together sentences as you snack on the ice cream tsukki brought you, the cold sensation easing your aching throat. was that really the same guy who’s been an asshole to you since the day you started working with him?

it’s incredible that the two of you even spent 2 minutes together without being at each other’s throats like usual, and even more so that someone as harsh and bitter as tsukishima would do something as kind as show up at your door with ice cream when you’re sick. he even said something to make you feel better - and it worked.

realizing that you’ve zoned out, you quickly snap your attention back to your message. but as you continue typing, you find your thoughts continually drifting back to the tall, bespectacled blond and his uncharacteristic kindness.

by the time you manage to write what you have to say and hit send, tsukishima is safely out of earshot when the new message pings on his phone.

he smiles and hopes that you figure it out soon, too.

a/n: i hope the ending for this one is clear addsdsdf,,,, i watched the entire roundabout she loves me revival to get inspired for this (and by get inspired i mean remember the plot details of she loves me bc i had only seen it once before lmao) tbh the narrative of this fic actually covers like 3 different songs, bc old musicals are weird and thought it was necessary to make looking for a shoe an entire number. anyways, all I have to offer you today is laura benanti being utter perfection and all of my love <3

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[derrybyers]

TOADY IS WILL’S BIRTHDAY!!! So here are some ryers headcanons that I’ve been thinking about for the past few days in regards to Will’s special day...NSFW warning tho, mainly for the second one 

And honestly, I did not intend for these to be this long or to have spent 4 hours writing them...

1. As adults, Richie and Will live in a moderate-sized house in LA and the Losers and the Party don’t live too close to them (probably an hour drive to see Max, Lucas, Stan, and Eddie whereas others live across the country) so you can imagine they all don’t see each other at the same time very often. So, for Will’s birthday, probably his 30th, Richie invites everyone over for a surprise party which is extremely difficult to execute. Everyone has to fly/drive in and come to the house without Will knowing. Stan, Eddie, Max, and Lucas try to house everyone in the upcoming days depending on when the others’ flights get in meanwhile Richie has to fib and say that his work wants him doing the early shifts (which he booked off) so he can organize all the food and get the house situated but can still spend time with Will at night. On the day of, Richie’s “working the early shift” but before he leaves he makes Will a nice breakfast, fucks him real good (because there ain’t no way they’re doing it in the next few days), and gives him his presents which include some sex toys, video games, and artist supplies (because you can never have enough) and some cool dnd gadgets he’d picked up here and there. He leaves, and Will goes to hang out with Stan and Eddie at Disneyland (BEAR WITH ME I KNOW ITS A JUMP BUT ITS LIKE A 30 MIN DRIVE FROM LA) and they have lots of fun and blah blah blah and Will’s like I’m gonna get fucked so good tonight bc it’s my birthday and Stan and Eddie are like ahah yes absolutely!...but anyways they leave around seven because Will wants to have dinner and be with Richie so Stan and Eddie leave in their car and Will leaves in his then Richie texts Will to pick up some wine for them on the way home as a distraction so Stan and Eddie have more time to race to their house for the party. Everyone is chilling at Richie and Will’s house having some drinks and luckily you can’t see them all standing around because they have one of those beach houses that are on stilts or whatever. So Richie is keeping an eye out the window and once he sees Will’s car pull in he yells at everyone to hide. Then when Will comes in he greets him with a big hug and a kiss...but then Will goes for Richie’s belt and asks him to fuck him and Richie is literally like ajasshhfkaksh and tells him that as much as that sounds appealing...and coughs a couple times which was the signal for everyone to jump up and yell SURPRISE!!! and Will is fucking MORTIFIED that everyone just heard that but they all start laughing and it becomes the joke of the night. But Will feels so grateful to be with Richie and that he would do all of this for him and even get a couple pizzas, ribs, tons of alcohol, and a big Reece’s cake from the bakery down the street. Idk about what presents anyone would get him besides Bev making him something fashion related for him and Eddie definitely buying him a sex toy but yeah I have no idea about anyone else lol and this was super long but they all get drunk and have a great time partying maybe go skinny dipping because Richie and Will live on the beach and own a section of it...perhaps?

2. Okay NSFW warning again:

So Richie asks Will what he wants for his birthday (They’re living in LA and in their 20s) and Will is like hmm...maybe a new toy? And Richie has a lightbulb moment and he takes Will to a sex shop (Will didn’t know his plan until they were parked but Richie convinced him to go in) and tells him to pick out anything he wants and he’ll buy it for him. The store is a little bit busy and Will finds the whole thing so embarrassing, like, why couldn’t he just shop online? But Richie argued that shipping takes forever and there could be some hidden gems here. Plus, you get to see EVERYTHING. So Will is like fine okay and starts looking around, his face bright pink for two reasons: one because I mean he’s in a fucking sex shop and two, Richie is being really loud and is making comments on a lot of toys and Will wants to pretend he doesn’t know him but Richie won’t stop saying, Will? What about this, Will? You have to see this, Will! You should try this one, Will! And although everyone tells Richie he’s super annoying, Will’s never been that bothered by how much he talks, which is absolutely incredible to everyone else, but in this moment he really wished more than ever that Richie would SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP. And once they’re alone in the aisle he tells him to, because he’s being embarrassing, and Will threatens to leave the store. So Richie does shut the fuck up, and lets Will look in peace. He already has a vibrator, a prostate massager, and Richie had bought him a fleshlight. He didn’t have anything specific in mind, just hoped that something would jump out at him. And there was absolutely no fucking way he was going to buy the dildo that laid eggs in your ass that Richie was waving in front of his face, or a spreading butt plug, or a dildo that attached to a dick (in this case, Richie’s) so that you could have TWO dicks in you at once, and definitely, definitely not an anal hook. On the other hand, Richie is loving this whole experience, watching as Will scans over all of the different toys, imagining which ones would feel the best inside of him...fuck. Will ended up finding a vibrator that you could control with an inconspicuous ring or even an app, and the thought of sitting on the couch cuddling, with Richie controlling his pleasure had Will biting his lip and Richie smirking behind him. Another contender was a stainless steel buttplug which was attached to a fluffy white bunny tail. As soon as Richie saw Will eyeing it, he begged him to choose it. Fuck, he would look so cute with it, so delicate. Maybe Richie could even get him some white lacey panties to go with it and- fuck. If Richie couldn’t get himself together he was gonna get hard. Not like it would be a surprise to anyone in here if they were to see him, it probably happened all the time, but Richie did not want to be that guy. And he could tell Will was liking it as much as he was, so he takes the toy from the rack and declares that he’s buying it, but Will argues that it’s his decision on what toy he wants, and Richie tells him that, baby, you can get two. But even though Will knows that they have good money, he doesn’t want to be greedy, and he says they can come back another time for it if he chose a different one. He questioned when he would even wear it since he would never wandered the house naked, and Richie explained that he’d probably have to cut a hole in some old pants and underwear to wear it around, trying his best to keep his composure as he imagined Will just chilling in one of his shirts (how big they looked on him made Richie melt every time) and this fluffy tail poking out the back of his jeans. But Richie put it back to make Will feel better, although he knew he was leaving with it one way or another. They go to the next aisle, and that’s when Will sees it. It’s a mutual masturbation toy, one that he and Richie would share, and holy shit did it look like heaven. It was a double-ended sleeve with a bullet vibrator on each side, and the description said something about feeling your cock sliding against your partners’ and how romantic it would be, and usually, something like that would make Will cringe, but thinking about he and Richie using this thing together had him snatching it from the shelf and pressing it to Richie’s chest, announcing that he’s chosen what he wants with pink cheeks and a grin on his face. And Richie’s like aw, aren’t you nice, wanting to share, and he knew how much Will whimpered when he was fucking into something or using a vibrator, and man, this was going to be fun. So Will made Richie cash out while he waited in the car because buying something from a sex shop is embarrassing in general to him, but even more so the thought of he and Richie going up together, and the cashier knowing that both of their dicks are going to be inside the toy that they’re scanning. Yeah, that sounded mortifying, so he’d much rather have the cashier only clue in that Richie’s dick was going get some action, as well as some other faceless dude. And while he was by himself, Richie went back and grabbed the butt plug, and bought them both. When Will tried to say something about it, Richie just said that he was allowed to spoil his baby and that was that. And obviously, they tried the toy out immediately when they got home because fuck it, it’s an early birthday present and holy fuck. Both of them didn’t last too long, but this was one of the few times that Richie came before Will. It was a mix of a lot of things that did it for him: The vibrations and tightness on his cock, which was sliding against Will’s, who was moaning obscenely against Richie’s lips, and he was making the hottest fucking faces, mouth slack and resembling an ‘O’ shape, eyebrows scrunched tightly together as he whined and looked into Richie’s eyes, and a few more looks at that pretty face had Richie coming, hard, into the toy and all over Will’s cock, who came mere seconds after. That sure went down in the history books for one of the best purchases they ever made. And they did use the butt plug a little later, Will looking, as usual, absolutely angelic with it. But, surprisingly, it wasn’t really a sexual thing. Sure, there was something filling Will’s ass, but he and Richie both enjoyed how adorable it made him look more than anything. They would be innocently cuddling and Richie would see that little tuft of white sticking out from his pants, and would begin to pepper Will’s face with kisses because he had the cutest baby in the whole world.

[stfuisaac]

hello hello it’s lucky again and,, sadly,, we don’t have the technology that makes the thoughts we have just.... appear onto our screens yet... so this took a hot sec and still isn’t perfect bc i don’t plan on proofreading :\ but! here,, is,, my new,, drummer boy,, parumpumpumpum

‹ avan jogia, he/him, cis man, bisexual. › ISAAC BAROT is the TWENTY-SEVEN year old from SAN JOSE, CALIFORNIA. when a friend asked them what they thought of the manor they said,  ❝ I HEARD THIS IS WHERE THEY DECIDED TO MAKE THE TWILIGHT ZONE. ❞ they claim GET OUT is their favorite scary movie, and if they were to die in a horror film they would BE OBLIVIOUS TO THERE EVEN BEING A KILLER UNTIL IT’S TOO LATE. their fears include MANNEQUINS, HITCH-HIKERS and DYING WITH NOTHING TO SHOW, and they don’t know we know, but… HE GOT INTO A (MUTUALLY) NEAR FATAL ALTERCATION WITH A STRANGER HE GAVE A RIDE TO (YES, HE WAS AN UBER DRIVER - HIS GREATEST SHAME). hope they enjoy their stay. ‹ PLATANCHOR requested by JOAKIM from STRESSED OUT penned by, LUCKY, 20, EST. ›

QUICK FACTS:

full name: isaac benjamin barot

date of birth: september 12, 1992

*does not perfectly reflect the below Big Three zodiac chart because that’s so much math

zodiac big three: virgo sun, taurus moon, libra rising

gender & pronouns: cis man & he/him

sexual orientation: bisexual

occupation: session drummer + lyft driver + ex-uber driver

mbti: entp

enneagram: 5w6

the song i listen to on repeat while i write the intro: “deja vu” - roger waters

BACKGROUND INFO:

alright. so.

isaac's backstory is neither tragic nor easy. his father was an immigrant who married his mother solely to get a green card (y’all, to be fair... the citizenship tests are whack). there wasn’t any real romance between the two, but the drop-ins always said otherwise. no, outside of putting on a show for government officials, isaac’s father and mother were friends at the best of times.

the best of times culminated in a son who grew up in an interesting dynamic. his father and mother never even attempted to be anything more than friends (with, as you can see, the occasional benefits). after the check-ins finally stopped, his father and mother even began sleeping in different rooms. his mother would trade in her queen for a double and replace the space his father used to take up with his cradle.

it was nothing like the ‘unhappy marriage’ trope, though... again, because they barely ever pretended to be married. they would take their wedding rings off when they went out with friends. sometimes they would even take off their rings around each other and talk the other up to someone attractive.

so it was unorthodox, but it was much better than his parents pretending to be in love in that way and giving him a skewed version of what romance should look like.

one down-side to it, though, was that isaac never knew who he was supposed to go to for what. usually it’s just a given that “if you need/want x, go to the matriarch, if you need/want y, go to the patriarch” but... what happens... when your parents are basically just your friends?

so thank god for growing up in the age of technology. like,, ya,, a literal baby can’t google things like “how to say ‘mom’” but a 15y/o can google “how to shave”

so... ya... his parents were his friends, the internet was his parent(s?).

one thing the internet couldn’t do? give him drums. it could introduce him to the likes of ringo starr, john bonham, keith moon, and ginger baker, but it couldn’t give him drums... not when he was only, like... 10, at least.

so he put a set on his christmas wishlist and figured they would divide amongst themselves.

so ya, his 10th christmas, he got a shitty little rockwood hohner kit that he would use for the next nine years.

he never received any professional training. again, he didn’t know who to ask and... youtube wouldn’t exist for another three years. he tried to teach himself using a few books and, if nothing else, figured out a few simple beats and how to gain independence.

after learning those simple little beats and not knowing if he wanted to buy the next book, he decided to take a break and, instead of going back to professional books, he’d just listen to some of his favorite tracks... most of which were ginger baker... which made things kind of hard when he only had one bass drum, two tom-toms, and one floor tom. those, plus the really low quality pearl cymbals. still, he did his best to make it work.

just a side-note that, because of videos of ginger, isaac used (and still uses, out of habit) a mix of traditional and matched grip.

he went back and forth between the books and mimicking the patterns of other drummers (mostly ginger) up until he was around 16 and his friend, ribs (y’all), decided to teach him a few more technical skills. what you want to learn for this song are polyrhythms, but those are hard and no, ginger isn’t using a crash there, he’s using a splash and do you want a discount on some better cymbals and drumheads from my parents’s music shop because this is a very functional kit but it kind of sounds whack

he continued using the same whack kit, but replaced the heads with aquarians, as per ribs’s recommendation (but evans and remo are also good) and, after literally examining baker’s kit, replaced the cymbals with various zildjian collections

even though we stan istanbul agop in this house.

he also started listening to more drummers than... pretty much just baker with a hint of john bonham, keith moon, and ringo starr. as his friend suggested, he tried out drummers like buddy rich, art blakey, travis barker, dave grohl, karen carpenter, neil peart, nick mason, simon phillips –– even was told to listen to ac/dc songs just to see how a successful band could be made using essentially the same beat over and over and over.

so now he had some split time. school. work. practice. figure out who the hell was making dinner that night/if there was someone making dinner last night because they might both be talking each other up.

although he applied to various colleges, and although some of these colleges actually accepted him, he ultimately decided not to go. instead, he moved from san jose to los angeles in the hopes that he’d find something bigger than himself... and a new drum set...

he found the latter in a ludwig kit with two bass drums, two tom-toms, and two floor toms. then he just added a bunch of stuff and tried to make it like ginger baker’s. pretty much spent all of his money on it and then some.

when his friends formed a band and found success, he was very very happy for them... but... he found himself stuck... driving ubers.

and lyfts!

he’d seen the twilight zone before. he loved that show. he’d seen the episode ‘the hitch-hiker,’ so he was really driving for the companies against his better judgment. 

his worst uber story? the time a guy got into the car, had pinged a location that was still marked as a store on the uber gps but had recently been torn down, and tried to attack him when they got there :\ he 110% fought back, though. was fired because the other guy was the one who made it out injured.

only drove for lyft after that :\

he did take on a few projects, but he... proved to be too much of a roger waters for people who just wanted to chill and have fun. there would be adverts for people who wanted to form a band and he’d be like “hell yeah! finally! a band!” then he’d get pissed that they advertised it so seriously but really... just wanted to jam. did not have any plans to try to do anything with it.

the few projects he did join that involved people who wanted to actually achieve success... if they were slacking, you best bet his inner roger waters came out! which is why he never stuck around in any projects for too long!

but ‘projects’ and ‘jam sessions’ were totally different. you want to do ‘wipeout’ in a project? he’s gonna take that intro that literally everyone on the planet knows SERIOUSLY. you want to do ‘wipeout’ in a jam session? LET’S HAVE SOME FUN WITH IT.

he does some session/studio drumming for other artists to make some extra money while doing something he genuinely enjoys... but... still... it is no project™

in between things right now, he got a call from joakim that, while muffled and staticky, sounded like it said ‘get here, please’ and clearly stated where he was.

of course, voicemail lines were crossed and many many many essential words were left out – words that were basically saying the exact opposite ahfsdkjl. the shadow’s really playin them :\

so here he is, in all his glory.

TL;DR:

i was gonna kms if i didn’t play another drummer, so this is my ginger baker fanboy whose parents were literally just best friends and, as a result, were also both his friend. the internet raised him. started playing drums when he was 10 on a low qual kit with low qual cymbals that his parents got him for christmas, but literally why would you get a beginning a good set? continued playing. eventually moved to los angeles and tried to form many successful projects, but was too much of a roger waters. was summoned up here by the shadow man fucking around joakim. his greatest shame is how many ubers he has driven.

PERSONALITY INFO:

he will always say his proudest moment was when he learned how to play ‘toad’ by ginger baker cream all the way through.

big ginger baker fanboy.

loves the twilight zone and will just spill a random fact out about it every now and again.

a lowkey control freak which completely goes against the way he dresses and the vibe he gives off. 

is only a dick about it if you’re part of one of his ‘projects’ but aren’t taking it seriously tho :\

ok i’m too tired 2 write a personality section rn when im already rly bad at them but!! again!! feel free 2 j refer to the zodiac big three + the personality types!!

FEARS:

mannequins: they’re already creepy enough when you really think about it, then you add in that episode of the twilight zone where the characters wake up in an unfamiliar house and go outside and basically everyone is just a mannequin? ya he hates mannequins.

hitch-hikers: so, as we have just seen, he’s had it bad enough with people who were registered to an app, paying, their personal information readily available, etc., etc... so then what would happen if it was just a complete and utter stranger who didn’t have any personal information, any ping, and was the sole focus of a different twilight zone episode? he... is going... to drive past you. he’ll feel bad about it, but...

dying with nothing to show: here’s the money shot! here’s the deep fear! as has been shown throughout, isaac craves success and some form of a legacy. if he dies with nothing to show for his life, then was his life ever worth it in general?

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

ok,,, it might be bc im tired rn,,, but i have the most basic list that will hopefully be updated tomorrow bc it is SO VERY BASIC:

friends

fwb

ons

exes

enemies (much easier to get on his bad side than it is w/ fluke)

BRAINSTORMING AND/OR SOMETHING FROM YOUR WANTED CONNECTIONS AND/OR WHATEVER YOU HAVE AN IDEA FOR!!!!

[newyorkbaby]

Soooo...

Today I moved out of the home I’ve lived in for the past 3 years!! I’m super excited about my future, even though I’m a little nervous to move to a new place, but I’ve been thinking about how far I’ve come in the past few years and about all of the friends I’ve made here and I just wanted to thank a few people. All of y’all have supported me through breakups, drama, graduation, fandom stuff, and so much more and I wouldn’t be making this next step forward without a lot of you guys.

@jimmytfallon you’re one of the first friends i ever made here, and i’ve been following you since before i even made a 1d blog. pretty much everything i know about 1d i learned through you (which is why i still always have the urge to ask you “what’s going on?!” any time anything happens lmao) and you’ve always been someone that i really admire. you’ve been such a good friend for so long, and you listen to me bitch and you put up with my moodiness and there are a lot of big things that you’ve helped me overcome, whether you realize it or not. so i’m super thankful that i found you and that we’re still friends. i love you a lot.

@dunkirks you have become one of my favorite people on this whole dang planet tbh. you’re never judgmental and you’re literally always there for me when i need you (unless you’re in china fksjhdkjf) and your personality is just so wonderful and you make me laugh so much like EVERY DAY you make me smile and i think that’s really amazing. i love you little sinner and i can’t wait to meet you in just a few months!!!

@daintylouis i love you SO MUCH and i always always will, even if i’m being a shit or if we’re arguing about something it will never change how much i adore you. you’re such a fun person and you’re so talented and you’re heckin adorable?? and you love louis so much it makes me love him even more than i already do. i feel like i’ve known you for 2938479382 years and i’ve been your friend through 2983749283 urls (bring back adidasfic) and i hope i know you for 298397483 more urls tbh. you’re lovely, never forget that!!

@westcoastharry YOU ARE THE MOST LOVELY PERSON and even though you’re not always super active in the fandom anymore i love talking to you and snapping you every day. your kitty snaps make my life and i’m so glad we’re still friends (rip our old gc honestly i’m not friends with any of them anymore lmao) and i can’t wait to go see harry with u next year :’) we’re finally gonna go on the date we’ve always talked about. thank you so much for being such an amazing friend and for loving me and giving me compliments and sticking with me despite the drama. i love u so so so so much!

@fondleeds oh my gOD i love you with my whole daggone heart and soul tbh you amaze me and inspire me literally all the time. you’re so fucking talented and silly and KIND and you make me want to be a better person every day. like honestly??? following you was the best thing i ever did bc you inspire me so so much, and i’m so glad we’re friends and that we are FINALLY GONNA GET TO HANG OUT i’m so blessed and i love you SO MCUH!!! BINC!!! my baby yabbie i adore u

@throughthedark i know you already know how much i love u honestly i never shut up about it, i know it’s gross but i’m so... unexplainably grateful for our friendship? not just bc we have had so many amazing experiences together but bc i know i can always be honest with you? i never worry that you’re gonna disappear on me and i know we will be friends long after we leave this fandom. anyways thank you for letting me sleep in your bed and for sleeping on the streets with me and for taking me to get ramen and for listening to me when i’m Emo about life. you’re such a good friend and even if this site sucks sometimes it brought me to you and that’s an amazing thing.

@afirethatcannotdie el i know we haven’t been friends for long but you already have taken on the brunt of like... all of my anxiety with this move fhkajshdkf i don’t know what i would do if i couldn’t just text you or snap you and be mopey at you?? it all started with my love of your fluff and amazingly it’s led to a really amazing friendship and i can’t wait to someday come visit you and get donuts with you and do all of our fun LA date things :’) thank you for being so positive and uplifting, i love u very much!!!

@yourbestclothes listen........ kyla you mean the world to me. i know i’ve told you a thousand times but your friendship is so amazing that i cannot imagine living without it??? you support me like nobody else, you always cheer me on and you like all my shitposts and my dumb tweets and you tell me you love me every day and NOBODY else does that for me. i never ever doubt that i’m loved because of you like on the list of people who drive me to keep going it’s louis, harry, and you, top 3, hands down. i love you so much and i hope you know how proud i am to know you!! i fully believe you are capable of so many things and i hope we are friends for a long long time so i can see you achieve them!! i love u :’)

@cherrystreet my wife.. my honey.. my babie i know you think i am grossly sappy but you have become one of the most important people in my life in the past year. this fandom has given me a lot of good things but i think you are the best. i know it’s silly but you truly have become my best friend; any time something good happens to me you’re the first person i tell, any time something shitty happens you’re the first person i go crying to. you’re so talented and beautiful and lovely and any time i’m slacking you kick my ass into gear, but you always encourage me and console me. you’re so real with me and you just... idk how to explain it but i love our chemistry so much and i love being your friend and i’m just GLAD that i know you okay you’re my favorite human i love you so so so much... now please stop writing angst and give me some fluff... just kidding i know that is an impossible request but i love you just the way you are so it’s okay

anyways i’m so thankful for all of the people who have supported me over the years, whether you just liked my selfies or sent me nice asks or whatever it was you did. y’all make this fandom a fun place to be, even when things are shitty. i’m also extremely grateful for louis: his voice is the reason i’m here, he’s the reason i know all of you. he made me smile when i was at my lowest point in my life and he’s inspired me to be so much stronger. meeting him was one of the best things that ever happened to me and again, that wouldn’t have been possible without the friends i’ve made here. i’m ALSO grateful for harry and his influence on me. he inspires me to be kind and to love myself every single day. it’s something that i constantly have to work on, but because of him, i’m always thinking of ways to be softer and to be more loving and my life has improved so much because of it.

okay!! so that was my sappy ass post! thank you so much to everyone, to all of you guys and to 1d and so on. i know i didn’t mention everyone who’s been here for me, just mentioned a few key people who regularly support me and love me, but i am absolutely thankful for all of my mutuals and friends!! i hope you guys stick around to cheer me on through my next chapter in life, and i hope i can do right by you!! i will keep working on being nicer, being less dramatic, and being stronger for all of you. i love you guys!! thanks!!

[clarenecessities]

5/1/17

son i have just had the most delightful day of my got damn life. i know a daily clare post where i’m not just complaining about my life in unnecessary detail is unusual but honestly i just had a swell time

we had language class this morning & admittedly i did ask way too many questions and tell a girl she was pretty bc i have no filter when i’m tired (she is pretty, it was just a weird time to say it)  but i learned a whole bunch! sean has been good with like, maidin mhaith and such but most of it is in one ear and out the other (except conjugation, which is blessedly simple) but we have a new teacher up from teelin & she has us repeat stuff like, excessively. it’s actually pretty reassuring. icr what she was having us chant but at one point we were just going in like gregorian style.

only complaint about anna (the new teacher) is that her accent is different from sean’s so she says ‘dh’ as a [Ghy] instead of a [dJ] so simple shit like “god” and “second” is absolutely fucked. i’m hoping she’ll give us some leeway bc i learned from the Horslips if we’re being quite honest. she’s really adorable though--she taught us how to say we were tired (thank god; a sentence i can use) and she was like miming falling asleep. Ta.. tuirseach oram, i think? she didn’t spell it for us but sean said she’ll teach me on wednesday how to spell everything so i’m flying blind for a while.

we went up the cliffs to look at the napoleon-watch tower--it was pretty chill but the journey nearly killed me. between classes i went up to the store & got some deodorant and a popsicle-thing (it sucked, it was like unsweetened frozen orange juice) and the deodorant here is weird it’s all either spray on or roll-on liquid, so it feels like you’ve just put mosquito repellent on your armpits lmao. anyway yeah it was about four miles but it was a little too steep for a malnourished cripple such as myself to tackle on pepsi & popsicle alone. only fell once though, and saw a load of sheep. the girl who i inadvertently complimented taught me about flowers (i asked the name for harebell because i’d forgotten it, and then i was like “hey what’s this one! what’s this one) which made me feel better bc i’d been a bit worried i’d made her uncomfortable. she was singing a song from the last unicorn at one point & we ended up gushing about that for a bit.

up at the top, when we got to the tower, a small parade of our classmates attempted to scale the side & get up to the door (about ten feet) while our guide was distracted--he hadn’t told us not to do it, he just went back for stragglers and didn’t see. we were all sort of standing around speculating & saying it looked like reasonable holds but nobody really wanted to try after the hike, except, cue hunter, the oft-pseudo-offensive manchild i grow less fond of every day (yesterday he was saying sauron was the good guy & like while it was clearly to ‘troll’ people he was also saying some straight up fascist shit in his too-well-assembled arguments). anyway hunter got up onto the pile of rocks, reached the handholds, and immediately surrendered, saying he’d do it the day he could do two chinups. next up was ben, who was volunteered by a few of us because he’s tall and relatively strong--he also got his hands in the holds, but retired immediately on the basis of being too lazy to actually haul himself up. third was chris, who (if you ask me) saw it as a sort of challenge and just went through the effort to show off, which was what hunter was trying to do but couldn’t back up. frankly i’d have been more impressed if i wasn’t a bit leery of chris--he’s not said anything bad to me, he just has a very condescending vibe that i find Incredibly Irritating.

hmm but then we looked out over the cliffs, and our guide told us a story about a sea stack called “the devil’s dick” and we found our way back down about an hour after it was supposed to have taken. idt he was counting on so many of us being so slow, but he had about five of us lagging for various immutable reasons.

class was supposed to start up again at 7 but we’d only gotten down the mountain at about 6, so i decided to forgo the half hour line for the chipper & grab something from the shop (ultimately some pound cake, bc i’m so healthy). outside the shop, who should turn up, but the black cat i’ve been trying to impress for three days!! she was waiting outside the cafe for food (despite having already been fed) so she didn’t run away, but she wouldn’t let me pet her until ashley--one of the workers i met yesterday--came out to smoke, and sort of.. cat-vouched for me? the cat was wary but she clicked to it, and since she’s the one feeding it i think it trusts her opinion heheh. she advised me not to pet it since it was probably covered in fleas but i was like God Himself cannot stop me from petting this cat.

it was wonderful, she just laid down and rusted in the sun, and she looked so happy and peaceful. i hope this means she’ll let me pet her in the future bc i think i love her

she went off back to the shop after a while, so i headed back down the road for class & ran into kelly and matt waiting for their chipper food, and they were like “hey come hang” which i was thrilled to accept. kelly may be the only one who understands how incredible the cat situation was heheh. we decided to call her heather--kelly had been considering matilda but she’s saving that for her own black cat. chris came out the pub & joined us around then, and he and kelly have this sort of pseudo-aggressive banter going where like they’re both clearly not crazy about each other but neither is offended so much as annoyed, and they play it off like a comedic rivalry. it’s actually an interesting dynamic lmao--it’s like the ways that people cope with each other & the things we’ll do automatically you know? interesting.

ben and adrionna came up around then, i think they’d been in the pub too, and they were sweet as always. adrionna and i talked some more about the last unicorn, but were sidetracked by the arrival of: another cat. This one’s a tuxedo tom with crusty eyes and dandruff but he’s so sweet, he’s so good. he was clearly angling to get some of kelly and matt’s fish and chips, but i didn’t mind. we didn’t name him bc we weren’t sure if he was the one named tinkerbell or if it was the other black and white cat, who lives up by our cottages. 

we had to head back down bc class was supposed to start at seven, only come to find out it was seven thirty now, so we just sat out front and waited. the black and white cat who may or may not be named tinkerbell made a brief appearance, but took off down a sheep field before i could approach her. on the way down kelly and i went over our beeves w people, which is probably the oldest and fastest bonding method known to man--we agree on people for the most part, which isn’t too surprising given our mutual affinities for cats & communism

while we were sitting out front we were blessed by a visit from--get this--a fourth cat. at first i thought it was heather bc it’s also black with green eyes, but as it got nearer it was clearer it wasn’t. he’s a tom, older, bigger than her, with a square jaw and less rust in his coat but much more in his purr. we decided to call him gorse to keep up the theme. there’s some speculation that he’s heather’s father, as she’s still quite young, but i expect we’ll find out. if the crusty-eyed potential-tinkerbell isn’t in fact a tom, they may be the mother, and then heather and smaller-potential-tinkerbell would make good sense as their offspring. a black and white cat and a black cat birthing a black and white kitten and a black kitten? almost poetic, in a way.

evening class was awesome, not the least of which because i’d gotten to pet three cats by that point. we had a professor out from galway who’s co-writing a book with sean about joe heaney, and he’s an o’leary himself (well; an o laoire) so i kept joking he was my grandson (sean was the only one who laughed but it may have been pity). he talked for a long while about folklore and living traditions, and bealoideas and etymology and poetry--he recited the Planter’s Daughter, which i’d never heard before--it’s really good tbh. he also said at one point that folklore was sort of viewed as the domain of “slightly deranged maiden aunts” & i was like finally, a calling for me!

we learned the first few stanzas of a song--it was really nice because he took us through the lyrics talking first, instead of jumping right to singing like sean (yes we learn it faster, but we learn it wrong bc we don’t know what we’re saying). as i was looking over the lyrics i realized ONE of the words looked FAMILIAR--a gconra chlair. i was like hey,,,,, that can’t mean what i think it means can it, so i flipped it over and the translation was “coffin”.

heheh so i asked him about it and i was, in fact, right--it’s a coffin of boards. a wooden coffin, really, a poetic device, but there it is, folks--the etymological origin of my name put to practical use!

my first time seeing it in a sentence and it’s about a coffin. what’s better than that honestly

he also told me there’s a different pronunciation of “gconra” down in Cork (i had mentioned my people were from Cork (he laughed and said mine too--i told him they were the same people but tbqh i don’t think he heard me)), so whereas in Galway they’d say it like “groan-rah” in Cork it’d be “G-cone-ah”

so of course, me being the tremendous nerd i am, i asked him about cnudanai, which i happened o have written on the back of my notebook (see: tremendous nerd) and he taught me the cork pronunciation as a counter to sean’s donegal/connemara blend of “croo-dah-nai”. in Cork it’s “c‘noe-daw-nai” like the word canoe’s been truncated. good shit grandson. good shit.

mm and aftter that i just came on back up to the house! we got off at 9:30 so i’ve been slacking off since then tbh. i got a bit of planning done on the hike for my spooky fic, but i’ve not written it down yet. got weirdly sidetracked by fanart of inuyasha’s parents haha

but now it’s 1 am here so i’m out. pray for my muscles to heal miraculously in the night, please