#I heard it all night as a kid and it has terrified me forever

[returntothesoup]

Storms are rly scary and there’s a tornado watch and we’re rly rly scared and when everyone is scared it’s like an echo chamber of fear and the body cant breath

[kitcatia]

There's something that really gets me about the enhanced tragedy of an AU where Arthur, Jack, Quincey, Lucy, Mina and Jonathan all are A functional and healthy polycule. The thought that they were perfectly happy and that everything would have worked out if Dracula hadn't interfered in their lives breaks my heart.

For clarification, this is my first time reading the book, but I got some spoilers (heard about certain movies and watched OSP's video months before I decided to join Dracula daily) and I keep imagining:

Given the fact that, at least so far, I perceive Lucy as the 'main poly' that connects her boyfriends and girlfriend; and despite the fact that Mina would also be poly and link Lucy to Jonathan, and even considering the possibility of some of the suitors dating amongst themselves…

The loss of Lucy would absolutely break the polycule. Sure, they'd be bloodshot and eager for revenge, but what comes next? I'd say that, even though they'd make all the effort to still be part of each others' lives, Lucy was the link that kept them all together. She was their reason to hang out and do things as a group and, without her, a lot of things they used to do together would simply not make sense anymore. I'm sure they'd manage to still be a great friend group, but everything would change so much, to the point that they barely can call themselves the same people that once composed such a happy and hopeful polycule.

(This is all a modern AU concept btw)

I love the idea of Mina struggling with her feelings because, see, she has known Jonathan since forever and she has loved him since they were kids. Jonathan is the best friend and best boyfriend any girl could have ever asked for.

But she's also known Lucy since forever and loves her very deeply. Their relationship is so intimate and so special. They love calling each other "my best friend". And yet… some lonely nights, when Mina rereads old messages where Lucy playfully joked that they are so overtly affectionate for one another that "someone that doesn't know them could easily suppose they are a couple", she can't help but wish that this hypothetical someone would be right in their supposition.

Both Lucy and Mina know themselves to be bi and have been out to each other for a while now, even though they are very secretive about the details of how they figured it out, since they were each others' awakenings and wouldn't want the other to know that.

Both of them would love to be together, but Mina also loves Jonathan and Lucy would never want to get in the way of such a lovely couple. Also, they're both terrified that a step too far could ruin the amazing friendship they already have.

Mina is also out as bi to Jonathan for sure. I like to think he'd get very emotional when Mina came out to him, because he knows, despite identifying as straight, how difficult this type of honesty can be.

Mina wishes there was a way to reconcile these feelings. She wishes that loving Lucy and loving Jonathan weren't mutually exclusive. And some night, after spending hours grading piles of tests, she just caved and decided to look up online resources on how she could possibly deal with a situation like hers.

After a lot of thorough research and a very long and sweet conversation with Lucy and Jonathan, the three of them come to the conclusion that there surely is a way for Mina to date both of them. Mina strikes me as the type of poly to have incredibly organized schedules and spreadsheets on how to reconcile her work life with spending time with her two partners. Lucy would start to figure out that she might be poly too and Jonathan, despite still being monoamorous, would be extremely supportive of his girlfriend and his metamour.

Eventually, Lucy starts getting along with Arthur and comes to the conclusion, after talking about it with Mina, that there is space for one more love in her life. Arthur takes some explaining as he struggles for a while to grasp the concept, but thankfully Mina still has the PowerPoint she made to explain it to Lucy and Jonathan. And it is a very comprehensive PowerPoint.

But then when Quincey and Jack come along, Lucy is a bit scared that this would be too much. Too much for her, for Arthur, for Mina, for Jonathan. Poor Jonathan! He will need to be briefed on so much when come back from his business trip!

When she sits down with her boyfriend and her two new friends, asking them very sweetly (I imagine Arthur holding her hand to give her courage) if they are familiar with the concept polyamory, Quincey's eyes widen and Jack blushes and looks down to fidget with his hands, as they are taken by surprise. Lucy's heart sinks all the way to her stomach. She knew she shouldn't have done this, that this was a dream too good to ever come true, that now she ruined her chances to have Jack and Quincey as good friends, that now they'll see her as a selfish weirdo. Arthur's grasp on her hand tightens, as if holding it more strongly would transfer some strength to Lucy.

But all of this tension quickly dissipates as Quincey's eyes go from surprised to delighted and Jack looks up smiling an awkward but ultimately happy smile. Arthur looks Lucy in the eyes and tells her he knew his friends wouldn't turn down the proposal of a girl as amazing as her.

Mina quickly receives a message and she is thrilled to hear she's getting not one, but three new metamours to befriend and with which to conspire about all the best ways to make Lucy happy.

She simply cannot wait to tell Jonathan about such exciting news! He really can't come back from his trip soon enough.

[sunflowervoltwentyeight]

Hi! This is a fic rec of my favorite established relationship fics. These fics are organized by word count from longest to shortest. You can view my other fic recs here. Enjoy!

We Are Only Just the Beginning by afirecannotdie (129k)

In the dim light of a dorm kitchen, Harry Styles meets a boy who flips his life upside down. Three years later, he's a senior in college, ready to take on the world with the love of his life by his side. And then Louis Tomlinson admits he doesn't know what he wants to do after college after all, and Harry's world flips again, this time not so pleasantly. He can't imagine his life without Louis, but he's starting to worry he might have to.

A college AU featuring lots of domestic sappiness, waffles, tattoos, late nights and early mornings, and above all, Louis and Harry against the world.

Been Together Since Way Back When by alivingfire / @alivingfire (95k)

Louis Tomlinson is a law student with a simple but effective four step plan: 1. Finish law school. 2. Get hired somewhere awesome. 3. Marry his best friend and boyfriend of two years, Harry. 4. Live happily ever after.

Harry Styles doesn't know what he wants to do with his life, where he wants to go, who he wants to be, or if he even wants the college degree he's almost completed. All he does know is who he’ll be with forever, as long as Louis wants to keep him around.

Or: the painfully realistic college au where everyone's poor, lovesick, tired of school, terrified of the future, and still having the greatest times of their lives.

Such Good Luck by casuallyhl / @casuallyhl (66k)

Louis smiles at Harry’s words, leaning into his touch. “Tell me again.”

Smiling, Harry takes Louis into his arms. Pressing gentle kisses to his face, Harry murmurs, “In six months’ time, I will have my twenty-fifth birthday. On that day, my portion of the inheritance will become legally mine. And I plan that very day to announce to my family that I have found love.” Harry chuckles as he runs his lips lightly along Louis’ cheekbone. “That, in fact, I found love when I was twenty-one years old, and that I have loved and been loved every day since.”

Or, an Edwardian AU where Harry is a young aristocratic lord and Louis is a working class dairy farmer. Secrets are a necessary part of their relationship, but Louis has one that could topple their whole world.

The Dark and the Dentist by sunshiner (66k)

“I know this song,” Louis whispers, and Harry has to lean his ear toward him to pick up what he’s saying. “It was written for people to dance to it. We should be dancing.”

We can’t, Harry almost spits, but it’d be stupid of him. Louis knows they can’t. Even if he looks like any regular Parisian in their twenties, and Harry looks like any hipster Parisian in their twenties, they can’t anyway. To be fair, they probably wouldn’t do it even if they were out. But if they were two uni students, both in Paris for an exchange, meeting over fallen books at the library, or because of mutual friends, or watching Monet’s Water Lilies?

“How would we dance?” Harry murmurs, mouth almost pressed to Louis’ cheek, so close he can feel his warmth. What a picture they must make, two millionaires freezing in a park and dreaming of a different life.

An account of the events of November 2014. Canon-compliant.

Time Passed by coffinofachimera (66k)

Louis struggles with their relationship as Harry grows into his identity.

Hands Clasped Tight by afirethatcannotdie / @afirethatcannotdie (47k)

“What am I looking at here?” Harry asks.

“This, my friends, is a ‘proof’ Instagram account, run by your students,” Liam announces.

“It’s got all this stuff about how the two of you are together,” Niall adds.

“I heard about that,” says one of the math teachers. “Confiscated a kid’s phone today when they were looking at it. I have to say, the evidence that you’re dating is pretty damning.”

“Really,” Louis says dryly. “Do you think being married for three years might have something to do with it?”

Or the one where Harry and Louis are high school teachers and their students have been playing matchmaker for over a year. Little do they know, Harry and Louis are already married.

The Best Kind of Bad by wildestdreams / @thelavendrhaze (40k)

Nobody really understood Harry and Louis. Not even Louis. But for Louis, the world began and ended with Harry, and there were certain things he just wasn’t capable of explaining.

or Louis is the town troublemaker and everyone hates him except for Harry.

You Watched Me Sink by bananasandboots / @anylessreal (38k)

They’ve discussed it a few times - the boyfriend thing. It’s not like it’s some forbidden, horrific, abandon hope all ye who talk about furthering the relationship sort of subject. They’re mature adults. They’re in tune with their feelings, their hearts’ desires, the way those butterflies swoop in their bellies whenever they so much as hold each other’s hands. They like each other. A lot. It’s mutual, they know. But for now, they’re just content to enjoy the simplicity of what they have, and what they have is great.

When dating in secret stops being enough, then they’ll discuss that too.

Or, the one where Harry teaches Sex Ed and sneaks around with the drama teacher, and doesn’t realize how out of tune he is with his true feelings until everyone else figures it out for him.

Part 1 of You Watched Me Sink Verse

Swallow My Words by YesIsAWorld / @louandhazaf (32k)

Senior year is stressful. On top of balancing school work, family, and friends, Harry's lacrosse team is vying to win the state championship, he's not sure where he's going to college yet, and he has a secret boyfriend that no one can know about.

Part 1 of Swallow My Words

Loved By Your Mother by superglass / @gaymoustache (31k)

Harry stretches out like Venus with her lover, growing sleepy in the late afternoon light with a baby growing inside her. Perhaps not literally, not physically. Not exactly.

or

Harry struggles to come to terms with wanting to have children, and what that means for their relationship. Canon compliant, set a few years into the future.

True Love’s Gold by alivingfire / @alivingfire (27k)

Gemma starts responding to every single one of Harry’s texts—regardless of subject—with i don’t care, talk to louis. Liam lets Harry complain to him for hours on Skype, pretending he’s not doing other things while Harry whines about his problems. Niall thinks the whole thing is hilarious, texting Harry links to articles titled So, you want your man to propose? and 15 ways to get him ready for the aisle! and follows each of these up with page upon page of laughing emojis. Harry tries everything, literally everything he can think of short of grabbing Louis by tattooed forearm and yelling, “PROPOSE TO ME BEFORE I COMBUST.”

Or, it takes a village to arrange a proposal, but that doesn’t mean it’s going to go as planned.

If You Asked Me If I Love Him (I'd Lie) by allyasavedtheday (26k)

So Harry and Louis might have fucked up.

The day of their wedding was the single most perfect moment of Louis’ life and every single day since where he’s been able to call Harry his husband has been nothing short of bliss. There’s just one teeny, tiny problem…

Their families don’t know they’re married.

*

Or the one where Harry and Louis eloped but neglected to mention it to anyone. Meanwhile Lottie is getting married and the only way for them to not steal her thunder is by pretending they're just friends for the weekend. Featuring Harry and Louis as terrible liars who don't know the meaning of the word platonic and some Tomlinsons and Styles's who definitely don't believe them.

Part 2 of A Long Way From The Playground

Being of the Jealous Kind by zita17 / @louisandtheaquarian (24k)

A-list actor Louis Tomlinson and his partner fashion photographer Harry Styles weather the storm that is Louis’ fake relationship with his costar in the lead up to this year’s Academy Awards.

Featuring a fluffy teenage meet-cute, an angsty wine drunk Harry melting down over pap pics, Louis habitually overusing the word “baby,” and cameos by a vintage Umbro sweatshirt, the peace ring, and one hell of a Larry hug.

Or the justice for To Be So Lonely fic. Based on the lyrics to TBSL and a prompt where “Louis has to fake date some celebrity, while his boyfriend Harry sits at home.”

You Turn Me On, Make You Radiate by ballsdeepinjesus (15k)

When he presses inside for the first time in weeks, he’s pretty sure he sees stars behind his eyes at the staggering sensation of Harry’s body squeezing every inch of him. When he bottoms out, he stays buried inside for a minute just to catch his bearings, listening as Harry takes sharp breaths beneath him. When he finally feels like he’s under control, he presses his lips against Harry’s ear and whispers, “Are you ready husband?“

Harry throws his head back and groans. “Call me your spouse.”

[…or, a self-indulgent snapshot of hl’s sex lives over the course of 10+ years]

Garden of Edenby superglass / @gaymoustache (6k)

Another soft, grainy laugh. A puff from the joint. Green smoke towards the ceiling. Then hazy blue eyes back on his. “Said you wanted to tell me something. Was really important.”

“Oh,” Harry says. There was a reason he came back, an excuse he made up to find Louis and sucker him into letting him sit on his lap even though his weight often puts those thighs to sleep. “Can’t— um. Let me try to remember.”

or

a snapshot of being high and in love in Jamaica.

I'll Breathe Your Air Into My Lungs by blizzies (5k)

five phases of their relationship in a world where harry smokes a lot and skips school and hates everyone except his boyfriend and louis is in plays and is loved by everyone and they work even though nobody gets how.

Mon Petit, Little One by publunchesownmyass (5k)

They smoke, talk shit about everyone besides each other, and Harry wears his Mon Petit sweater.

Brown Skin and Lemon Over Ice by penceypansy / @penceypansy (2k)

A short one shot of a reunion in Italy, around the time Harry filmed the Golden video.

- He should know with more certainty which one is their bedroom but he’s only been here twice, only once since their things had moved in, and come to think of it, he’s not sure this is the room they slept in last time.

Regardless, he’s got clothes he knows are his hanging in the wardrobe, sees his old Stone Roses shirt crumpled and worn on the unmade side of the bed. He drops his bag, rummages through the drawers for a pair of trunks, goes into the bathroom to change. It doesn’t feel like enough of a home yet for him to be totally comfortable, but that should change soon enough. He can’t help a spray of the cologne sat by the sink, vanilla and wood and comfort.

[theycallme-thejackal]

One MidgeLenny x TSwift Fic Per Day

189. Say Don't Go

(A very sad prequel to Make You Feel My Love. Thanks @wonderlandleighleigh for proofing and approving.)

She stands in the front hall with her suitcases.

It’s time to go. She’s spent too much time here away from her kids, away from her work. She’s done nothing but cook and clean and comfort him while he goes through withdrawal. Any more time away, and everyone will start to forget she ever existed.

But if he asked her not to go, she would stay forever.

But this man who she has loved for so very long, who just last night whispered the sweetest things she’s ever heard, cannot be what she needs. She’s so scared that if she stays, she will end up watching him fall back into the habits that killed him for three minutes just a month ago.

Ever since that night together in his very blue room, she’s known they were a shot in the dark. The odds of things working out between them were so very slim. Especially once she discovered his little black bag. The arrests, she can deal with. She has plenty of her own. But the drugs are too terrifying, a dark cloud that will hang over any relationship they attempt to pursue.

So she stands there, bags packed, and gazes sadly up at him. “Ethan and Esther go back to school on Tuesday, and they need me,” she murmurs. “And if I stay any longer, Susie’s going to come out here and drag me back by my hair.”

He nods in understanding, but she can see the sadness he’s trying to conceal, and all she wants him to say is Don’t go.

Say, “Don’t go.” Say, “Don’t go.” Say, “Don’t go.”

But he won’t. Because for all of Lenny’s faults, he has always put her above himself, has always wanted what’s best for her. So he’s silent, and she wants to scream because of it.

She moves to him, cupping his face in her hands and kissing him softly. “Last night was…perfect,” she whispers, just barely able to keep her tears at bay.

He nods, his hands just ghosting her hips as they stand there, neither one truly ready to let go. She sighs sadly and then indulges in one more kiss, this one deeper. His grip on her hips tightens just the slightest bit, and she strokes her fingers through his curls, not ready for it to end.

But it does. She returns to the ground from tiptoes and grazes her thumbs over his cheekbones before slipping out of his grasp and picking up her suitcase. She opens the door and stands halfway out of it before looking back at him, holding out hope for him to ask her to stay.

But he won’t.

He doesn’t.

“Bye, Lenny,” she breathes before closing the door behind her.

She manages to keep it together as she heads down the path to her waiting taxi, and once they make the turn off of his street, she finally lets the tears fall.

[siriuslysmoking]

The Blues | chapter 4

(The Year Everything Flipped Upside Down Masterlist)

—You know you can't hold me forever I didn't sign up with you I'm not a present for your friends to open This boy's too young to be singing The blues, ah, ah— -Elton John

“Hey, Steve.” Dustin and Max walk into Family Video. She’s alive. They’re storming in, looking like they’re on a mission

“Did you see this?” Steve questions.

“How many phones do you have?” Dustin says back.

“Someone was murdered.”

“How many phones do you have!” He pushes, raising his voice.

“Two, why?”

“Technically three, if you count Kieth’s in the back.” Robin adds.

“Yeah, three works.” Max finally speaks. Dustin swings his backpack off his shoulder and over the counter.

“What are you doing?” Steve says plainly, already knowing. Dustin pushes to his tummy on the counter twisting and sliding over the counter. “No, no, no, my tapes, Dude! What are you doing man?”

“Setting up base of operations here.” Dustin slides into the chair in front of the computer, quickly starting to type.

“Base of operations?” Robin inquiries

“What shit are you two in now?” Y/n spoke as Max walked around her, she didn’t notice that the redhead had walked around the counter -the proper way to get around the counter.

“Get off.” Steve motions to the computer Dustin’s still typing on, it looks as though he’s looking for customer data.

“I need it.” Dustin replies, not looking away from the screen.

“For what?” Steve questions.

“Eddie’s friends’ phone numbers.”

“Shouldn't you know his friends since they’re in the club with you?” Y/n butts in.

“Oh, Eddie, your new best friend you think is cooler because he plays your nerdy game.” Steve actually looks sad Dustin’s found another older friend.

“Yeah, we’re cooler, we’ve actually killed those things in your games, can he do that?” Y/n asks, “No? Didn’t think so.”

Dustin shakes his head, “Yes.” and then pauses, “I never said that.” he says in disbelief.

“Seriously, if you guys came on a monday you can play around here like toddlers, but it’s a saturday.” Robin’s cleaning up all the tapes Dustin’s feet had knocked over. “It’s our busiest day.”

“Look, Robin I totally empathize, but this cannot wait until monday.” Dustin’s now writing data on a clipboard.

“Oh my god.” Steve mutters, running his hands over his face.

“What calling all of Eddie’s friends is an emergency?” Robin asks, still putting the front counter back together.

“Correct!” Dustin raises his voice.

“Uh, Do you want me to strangle him or do you wanna do it?” Steve asks standing next to Robin but still in ear shot for Y/n to hear.

“We could take turns.” Robin speaks cheerfully.

“Can you fill them in while I do this?” Dustin speaks to max. She turns the trio behind them both.

“Fill us in on what?” Robin asks, turning to face the two younger kids. The sound of Dustin’s fingers hitting the keyboard is the only sound as Max goes quiet.

“Last night I went outside and I saw Eddie Munson, walking into his trailer with Chrissy Cunningham.”

“And that has something to do with us… how?” Y/n asks quietly.

“Later that night I heard screaming, it was Eddie, I looked out and saw him get in his van and drive away but when he opened his door to his trailer, I saw a body on the ground”

“He killed Chrissy?” Steve asks in disbelief. Y/n is quiet, she listens while she stares blankly at the wall.

“That's the thing, he was scared, terrified.”

“Cause he’d just killed someone.” Steve points out obviously.

“I don’t think so.” Max sighs, “If you had killed someone would you run away screaming and leave the body?”

“Well Eddie probably left the body because-” Steve was cut off.

“Not just body, Chrissy’s body.” Y/n doesn’t move her gaze from the chipping paint spot on the wall. “Chrissy’s dead? That’s what you’re telling us?”

Max pauses as she sees a small wobble in Y/n’s bottom lip as she speaks. “Yes. I believe so.”

“Oh.” she sniffles, “Okay.”

She doesn't say anything else as she quickly hops off the counter as she heads towards the staff bathroom, she almost doesn’t make it, the burning down her throat as she lowerss to her knees bending over the toilet and letting go of her breakfast this morning, so much for the toast.

Steve’s hot on her trail, pushing stray hairs away from her face, slowly rubbing circles into her back. He’s always been the first to comfort her.

Y/n is laying in bed, wide awake, she’s tossed and turned all night. It’s two in the morning when she gets a call from her phone on her night stand.

She rolls over and lazily pulls the phone to her ear. She waits for someone to speak.

–Y/n?

“Steve?” Y/n seems to sober up from her sleep quickly. “Are you okay?”

–Yeah, can’t sleep.

There’s a pregnant pause, she hears him sigh.

–did I wake you up?

“Nah, I couldn't sleep either.” she thinks for a moment “Do you wanna go for a drive?”

–yeah, I’ll be over in ten.

“See you then.” She hangs up and slips tennis shoes on, grabs her bag, and writes a note just in case someone wakes up and wonders where she is. She leaves it on her pillow and heads down the stairs.

She’s sitting on the porch’s steps by the time Steve rolls up into the neighborhood. She stubs out her cigarette on the pavement of the driveway before standing.

She see’s Steve lean over to unlock the passenger’s door as she draws closer.

“Milkshakes?” He asks as he starts to drive.

“Milkshakes.” Y/n hums in agreement. As Steve starts to drive to the 24-hour diner, Y/n starts to look through his cassettes, finding her favorite, Never for Ever by Kate Bush. Steve had bought it just for her on their late night drives, he wasn’t as into music as she was but he agreed with her that ‘Babooshka’ was a good song. Maybe not his favorite but definitely hers. The two of them could both agree on their love for ABBA and their songs, those were the most frequent songs played.

“Have you heard from Eddie recently?” Dustin asks on the phone, that’s the first thing she hears once she’s walked back into the main room, finally calmed down enough to walk. The TV’s playing Doctor Zhivago instead of the news, definitely Robin’s doing. “When’s the last time you talked to him?”

“Eddie Munson.” Max’s head’s in her hands as she’s pacing back and forth with the phone to her ear. “Have you seen him?”

“Okay.” Dustin sighs in defeat. “Sorry to bother you.” He crosses off a line on a white board he’d written on with different names and numbers. All three, Robin, Max, and Dustin are on the three phones they have in the store.

“Reefer Rick?” Max questions to the phone. “No. Does thetis Reefer Rick have a last name? I mean it’s kind of…”

Y/n’s attention falls onto Steve who’s the only one doing his job, by the looks of it. But his pathetic attempt to flirt and pick up a girl looks as though it’s in vain, as he says “See you later… Alligator.”

Y/n just rolls her eyes as she sits down at the swivel chair behind the counter, fidgeting with her hands.

“Hey guys, I might have a lead.” Maax hangs up her phone, talking to the group, knocking Y/n out of her head. Robin hangs up her phone as Dustin swivels to look at Max from his position at the computer.

“Seriously?” He asks, smiling.

“Yeah.” She pauses, “Apparently Eddie gets his drugs from some guy Reefer Rick and sometimes Eddie crashes there.”

“That sounds promising.” Robin says, “Where does this Reefer Rick guy live?”

“See that’s the thing, no one knows. He’s more of a legend than someone that people actually know.”

“What about a last name?” Dustin questions.

“I don’t know that either.”

“Bet the cops know.” Steve butts in. Max asks what he means, “Cops. I mean if this Refer Rick guy is actually a drug dealer I guarantee you he’s been busted at some point.” Steve leans across the counter, looking at them all. “Means he’s in the system

“The cops?” Dustin asks in disbelief. “Really, Steve, that's your suggestion?”

“I mean I think at this point they should probably be filled in on what we know, what’s going on.”

“You think Eddie’s guilty don’t you?” Dustin gets defensive.

“W’whoa, I believe innocent until proven guilty, all the constitutional shit.” Max looks concerned for Steve. “I just don't think we should rule it out.”

“That’s precisely what we’re trying to do here to Steve.” Max counters

“And maybe we’d have a little bit more luck if you’d spent less time trying to find a girlfriend and more time trying to find Eddie.”

“Well someone has to attend to the customers.” Steve points out, motioning ton the store around them.

“Especially if they’re babes, right?” Robin winks at him.

“Hey, not fair, I attend to all customers equally, babes and non-babes alike. We’ve got a big selection in here, it can be super overwhelming for people.”

“Wait, Steve was right.” Y/n finally speaks.

“Thank you!” Steve laughs, “About what?”

“Rick being in the system.”

“We’re not going to the cops!” Dustin pleas.

“No.” Y/n stands and walks toward the computer, “He’s probably in their system but he might be in ours.”

“What?” Robin asks.

“I’m guessing drug dealers also enjoy a good movie.” she starts to type in ‘Rick’ in their data system. “Twelve Ricks, have accounts here.”

“That’s a lot of Ricks.” Max speaks.

“So let's narrow it down.” Robin speaks from behind Y/n, typing in something over Y/n’s shoulder. “Rick Alderman’s latest rentals are Annie and Dumbo.” She looks towards Max and Dustin. “Chance our drug dealer has a family.”

“Not likely.” Max shakes her head.

“All right. Rick Conroy.” Robin scrolls. “Sixteen Candles, Teen Wolf, Romancing the Stone.”

“No.” Max, Dustin, and Steve all say at the same time.

“Okay, Rick Joiner. Mask, Footloose, and Grease.” Y/n speaks this time.

“Nah.” they say again.

“Rick Kimbrough, The Blue Lagoon and Splash.

“Definitely not.” Steve laughs.

Y/n clicks on the next one, “Rick Lipton, Fast Times, Cheech and Chong's Next Movie, Cheech and Chong’s Nice Dreams, Cheech and Chong's Up In Smoke.”

They all laugh and look at each other as Dustin says, “Bingo.”

“Lipton?” Max asks.

“Spelled like the tea.” Robin says, reading the screen. “2121 Holland Road.”

“That’s out by Lover’s Lake.” Dustin says

“Middle of nowhere” Max points out.

“Perfect place to hide.” Robin speaks next.

“Looks like we found our Rick.” Y/n high fives Robin, they all grab their bags, rushing out the door, all packing into Steve’s BMW as Robin quickly locks up the store. The five of them headed up to Lover’s Lake.

—

—

I hope you enjoyed the 4th chapter! Reposts, comment, and likes are super appreciated! Updates every sunday!

[one-silly-cart00nist]

Memory Lane [Velvet & Veneer]

Am I writing for Trolls? I guess so :'D Inspired by THIS fanart

Wordcount: 1.3k past bullying, hurt/comfort, mentions of canonical troll abuse

The cell is small and unceremonious. Cold most of the time. The space is empty, spare for a twin bed and a desk. White walls that could seriously use a wallpaper treatment but the torturing temptation to glamour this place up is probably part of the punishment. 

A guard shows up three times a day to escort them to the cafeteria and the showers. (Those are gross. No use without slippers.)

Overall it’s not that bad. 

Boring and dull. Sure. But honestly that’s a pleasant change from the hustle of fame. No schedules to attend to, no guilt crippling up your spine. 

He’ll miss the yachts, and the stylists, and the modelling gigs… but he’ll survive. 

His sister on the other hand… 

Velvet has fallen quieter ever since their sentence started. Once she finally accepted that making scenes won't get them out. He hated seeing her helpless but Velvet made it clear none of his attempts to play therapist will help. Not even a little “you’ll get wrinkles from frowning that much” nor a little shimmy to the beat of their favourite songs. 

If anything, bringing up music made it worse. 

Which made sense… 

Veneer too wished it wouldn’t have ended this way. He wished it would have ended sooner, the ethical crimes at least. If Velvet listened and they tried practice maybe none of this was necessary. They could have just asked the troll to teach them to sing! 

On a rare night when Veneer felt courageous enough to speak up, he suggested just so. But Velvet burst out laughing like that was the best joke she’s heard all year and rolled her eyes. “Why bother asking if you can just take it?” 

Back then that was all it took. One word from her made Veneer bite his tongue and lower his head. Because she wasn’t that wrong was she—it was nice, all the wealth, all the positive attention. He wasn’t used to the latter. 

Veneer didn’t care about fame as it was, not until he tasted it at least. But who wouldn’t want attention? Who wouldn’t want the world to echo with praises to their name? 

That’s what she promised. 

°

°

°

Suburb house and dentists for parents. Not a pitiful life by any means. It still felt lonely spending half of their lives in school among kids who looked down upon them. At least they have each other. 

And sometimes that meant vibe checks at 1AM on the bathroom floor doing each other’s make up. Veneer’s favourite sibling bonding activity.

This time however the vibes were off. Deep blue. Less vibrant navy. 

Veneer could barely hold back hiccups, still too shaken to let go of the earlier events of that day. They were worse that day. Harsher than usual. Or maybe Veneer was just tired, weakened from the nonstop pushing and pulling, to have let them push him that far into the corner. 

“Are you gonna let him boss you around forever? Haven’t I told him off? Want me to bite harder next time?” 

Veneer shivers at the memory. Velvet’s teeth sunk into that guy’s forearm was terrifying but for wholly different reasons than what’s been going down beforehand. Now that he looks back it’s almost funny. “Geez girl you’ll get yourself expelled if you keep that up…”

“Perfect auditions backstory—kicked out of school, all hopes shattered but the humble dream of a star!” Velvet mused. 

“You’d have to survive mom’s lecturing first though,” Veneer teased her. A scoff is all he got in response, and the room fell quiet again. They’ve gotten quite loud with their conversation. If they don’t want to be caught here and now, they should tone it down. 

(And Veneer really doesn’t want to be seen like this—with eyeshadows and green nail polish. It’s a look for his own delight. For Velvet, when they pretend to be celebrities while they brush their teeth. For himself, to feel pretty.)

“Must I go to school tomorrow?” 

“Unless you want to be the one lectured…” Velvet echoes his own warning. 

“I’ll just get teased again…” 

He reaches up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind his ear. Velvet stops him, slapping his hand away, waving her own hand as a reminder his polish is still wet. 

“What a drama queen. Like I won’t. Do you see me complaining?”

“Well… yeah. All the time.”

“Gah. Cause they’re just being awful,” she groans and rolls her eyes while her hand flies mindlessly into the air, sprinkling a few drops of nail polish onto the tiles. Mom will kill them if that leaves a stain. Velvet doesn’t notice. “But we’re better than them! We’re better—than anyone. We’ll make them see.” 

She always sounds so sure of herself, so ambitious. It’s something Veneer has a hard time pretending. He’s grateful to have a sister like her. Someone to help him stand up on his feet and push him forward. Even if he doesn’t always see or like where they’re headed. 

Everything is okay with Velvet there. She’s always there for him.

When the kids at school make fun of his love for dancing, Velvet’s there. Words sharp like razors but pointed away from him. 

When he comes home crying. And shuts himself in the bathroom because they still share a room even at fourteen and he doesn’t want a confrontation. There isn’t a no confrontation option when your sister is Velvet, though.

She’s here. 

On the cold tiled floor of their bathroom, in the nook furthest away from the door where she’d lured him out from underneath the sink. She’s not even complaining about interrupted beauty sleep. 

She grabs his chin with the hand that’s holding the brush, turning his head. Her eyes are intense for a moment, distant like she’s not even looking at him. And then she softens, leans back. Pats his cheeks for good measures before she returns to the task at hand. “Wrinkles. You don’t want them, Ven.”

°

°

°

The world would see them and like them for a change. 

Veneer had to promise some things too: to stop crying at every mishap, to follow Velvet’s lead and never turn back. A compromise. 

First of many. Some more fair than the others. 

Guess there was a gradual change in attitude on her side throughout the years. Veneer wishes he would have noticed sooner. That he would have had it in himself to resist. But the truth is—he owes that part to someone else. 

They never asked for his name but Veneer thinks he caught it among all the chaos of that fateful Rage Dome performance. A troll named Floyd. Whom they have kidnapped, exploited, abused, and almost killed… Not proud of that one. 

Yet that little soft guy still spoke to Veneer’s heart in a moment of panic and desperation. Echoed words that were already there locked in the closet with everything else Veneer wasn’t ready to think about. Seeded a spark of hope. Not quite confidence, but close to it. 

How did a little guy like him see through Velvet better than her own brother…? 

Well he did spend months with them in the diamond prison. Must have heard enough. And he hadn’t known her at her best like Veneer did, so memories didn’t cloud his vision either. 

Who knows—maybe he had a sibling like her too and knew exactly what was going on. 

None of that matters anymore though. He did what he did. 

Veneer wonders if he’d have shared more wisdom, would they have had time. Would he have listened to him sooner. He almost regrets letting him free, but the keyword is almost. He looked so much happier hopping with his little friends than he was clawing at the perfume bottle walls. 

Too bad they got arrested right afterwards and Veneer hadn’t even had a proper chance to thank him. 

He hopes to meet him someday again. 

In better circumstances, but hopefully soon. 

[grumpygwen23]

This probably isn't much of a TOP story, but I discovered them around the same time you did, late 2013.

Fall Out Boy is one of my favorite bands of all time, and they had just started going back on tour, to promote their first album after their four-year hiatus: "Save Rock and Roll". Naturally, I was SO excited they were back, and intrigued, when I found out that one of their openers was a band i'd never heard of, called Twenty One Pilots.

I was working in an office at the time, and I loved to listen to the radio while I worked, specifically BBC Radio 1 (just for the record, i'm American. I just like the music). Fall Out Boy were doing an interview on the station to promote the tour one day, I think, and during the interview, I believe the DJ played "Holding On To You" as a shoutout to TOP. The name of the band fascinated me so much, as did the song, so I immediately checked out "Car Radio" and "House Of Gold". These guys were so cool, and artsy, and I could see why Fall Out Boy chose them as their openers. Talent recognizes talent!

Fast forward a little bit, to early 2015. I hear that Twenty One Pilots, that quirky band I enjoyed, has released a teaser for a little song called "Stressed Out". It was just a small snippet, of the section where they yell "Wake up, you need to make money!", but it was enough for the all-consuming hyperfixation to kick in. I was officially in love!

Naturally, I listened to the "Blurryface" album all the time in the following years. And then, when the pictures of the yellow eye opening started showing up on their social media, announcing what would be Trench, I rejoiced along with everyone else. In late 2018, was the first and only time I was lucky enough to see this band that means so much to me, during the Bandito tour. My sister was kind enough to buy tickets for me, her, and my brother-in-law to all go together, and when i tell you it's a highlight of my life, i'm not kidding, despite the fact that I didn't have any useable photos or videos. I saw so many folks walking into the venue dressed up as Banditos, and I knew I had found my people.

Fast-Forward again past the majesty of Scaled and Icy (I love the album, but just don't have any interesting stories), to May 23rd of this year. I am just getting ready for bed, when I get a notification from my YouTube app: Twenty One Pilots has gone live on their channel! What?! I naturally clicked the notification at light speed, and my jaw dropped when I saw they were doing a pajama party, to celebrate a new album, that was coming out that very night! I stayed up the whole way, and got super emotional as each new music video played in order. I had never felt more connected to the rest of the world, as I did seeing the boys be silly together as they talked about the tracks, and seeing everyone in the chat freaking out just as much as I did. And then from the time the album itself showed up on youtube that night, I have not stopped listening to Clancy on a regular basis since.

To put things simply: 2024 has unfortunately been very good for me at all, mental health wise. There have been far more cloudy days than sunny ones, but the Clancy album, and getting to follow the events of the tour, have been like a much-needed patch of blue sky peeking through. For that, I will be forever grateful to those two silly, brilliant boys from Ohio...

I love this!

A lyric that’s always stuck with me is “sometimes a certain smell will take me back to when I was young”. I feel like songs do that more than anything, and I love how they hold a piece of us. Especially Twenty One Pilots songs and how they’ve grown with us.

I think I get stuck between the whole ‘terrified of being known’ but ‘desperate to be seen’ thing. But in these songs I’m seen. And I’m glad to have seen you through this music as well now. I hope the rest of 2024 has more sunny days for you, and I hope Twenty One Pilots continues to be a balm for the soul on the cloudy days!! ❤️

[dark-elf-writes]

KOT au is so fucking awesome I'm going through it now.

-(Imagine him with hate in his heart but always willing to split what little he has with the other kids out on the street, wide-eyed and so damn scared but hungry enough to get close to the scary boy with all of his scars.)

Touya would be the best, worst big brother ever. Like prickly as hell until you worm your way under his skin then he would commit many crimes for you, up to and including murder.

-(murderous little ducklings)

this will forever be a favorite line. Like all picture is this ^^^ with knives🤣🤣

-(Imagine a king of the lost and broken.)

OUCH like this whole paragraph is brilliant but you paint such a picture with words I CAN'T. Like 'villains' is appropriate for sure, but like the number of adoption papers floating around UA must be ridiculous, leaving supplies out there my god 🤣🤣

-(Remembers that nothing in life comes free and there are always strings attached.)

For this to be his viewpoint only to be confronted with the actual reality of (Present Mic with the lamest disguise he has ever fucking seen) ghajnvfjallghllnjdklalgjklHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA Fucking perfection!!!!!!!

And Vlad King's inability to whistle is classic, but nothing will ever top Aizawa (omeone who is either an Underground hero Touya has never heard of despite living on the streets for years or an Actual Fucking Demon™️ shoves a backpack full of supplies and cat keychains into Touya’s chest before swinging off into the night like some sort of Sleep Paralysis Spiderman.) The first time I read this I laughed myself to tears and I still cackle every time I go back through this tag.

-(Nezu himself sauntering up with a new notebook and set of pens every time Izuku runs out is any less terrifying.)

Fear! Totally valid fears here.

-Izuku doesn't need the sharps, no sir ma'am mx, noooooo. keep the knives and pointy things away from the green one.

-(t’s in essence one teenager trying to raise three feral children while every hero in the area tries to lure all four of them home like stray cats while also pretending that it is absolutely not what they’re doing.)

I need this. For survival I need this. The pros finally convincing them to go to UA and literal explosions happening minimum twice a day once Izuku finds the support labs. Himiko traumatizing at least one person a day by playing up the creepy factor for funzies. Shoji following suit by deliberately placing limbs in the worst spots just to see people jump. And Touya laughing when the Pros look to him, "You volunteered for this, they found me, I was stuck with them. You dumbasses picked them up with a fucking bear trap, what did you expect?" fully ignoring the fact that he's the only one they listen to and that he has (and will continue to) risk prison for all of them.

-(hat scar is the only one he wears with pride)

I feel like he flash the scar as an intimidation factor whenever he could. Like someone doubts Himiko, show scar 'she did this to me. She likes me. She doesn't like you. Think about it.'

-(Mezou tucks himself behind a dumpster to eat)

BABY😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 You deserve all the love you sweet child!!!!! For real though, I feel like Mezou is criminally underutilized in fics and in canon material honestly.

-Every thing about Izuku and how Touya found them hgnreaklfnfdiaeghruaingkdf;ae They need someone and Touya's over protective sibling energy came through like a freight train with no brakes. And the back and forth with the shop owner 🤣🤣🤣 She is 100% grandma energy and I hope there comes a day that Touya shows up with one of the pros and she lectures him for disappearing.

-(keeps threatening to make hawks into fried chicken)

I would actually pay money to see this conversation animated. Like Hawks has gone full birdy, and Touya is desperately trying to escape before completely losing his shit, whether it's burning him alive or busting into laughter, who knows, he'll never admit it.

-Fuyumi and Mirko for the win, no notes, full support. WE STAN THE LESBIANS!!!!

-Fuck Endeavor and Ass Might. That is all.

-(matching a sad blue eyed, white haired child with burn scars to the other sad blue eyed white haired children with burn scars.)

Okay soooooo seeing the reunion of the kids would be heartbreakingly beautiful.

-(I mean Touya if he can’t get his hands on a box of hair dye is pretty obvious)

IF this ain't the truest fucking fact. It's the Clark Kent Effect, but hair.

-Just the discord server. Please! I need an entire series just of that because can you imagine?!?!?!?! The mass parental energy? The conspiracies and 'fuck you' at the Commission. Fuck I'm here for it.

-Fire puppets. Just FIRE PUPPETS!!! Can you imagine the first time Yamada finds the kids together and Izuku and Shoji are giving the big eyes at Touya until he caves and starts doing a fully fleshed out puppet play? Like Aizawa saw it first, but the first time they see it in person???

-*chants* To-ko-de-ku, To-ko-de-ku, To-ko-de-ku. The first interaction being Izuku saving him from bullies and using their ridiculously intimidating siblings as the visual threats they are??? hgaingdmklghiwuopapghi (“I’m telling nii-chan you inherited his bird thing.”) I hope to fuck someone records Touya's (and Keigo's) face(s) when she tells them. It needs to end up in the discord server.

-(he sprawls over some back alley couch that’s definitely infested with something and smells like cat pee.)

Still top tier imagery ,10000000000000000/10 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Plus the gremlin intervention fuck yes!!!

-(Touya is both Gay and Dramatic as personality traits)

Enough said.

-(Aizawa doesn’t feel like either death or retirement can come fast enough.)

This is just canon? 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

-The gremlins version of Santa is correct. We support 100%. Touya can stop being a buzzkill

-Pickpocket alllllllll of the villains. ALL of them. AFO has to be the goal though. Just out of spite. It's gotta be him.

-(Mezou stole the bullets out of Snipes gun and the man was so baffled trying to figure out how he did it that he didn’t even fight when the cuffs went on.)

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHERHIOJKGNFKABNJ

-(Monoma’s wallet shows up.

In Bakugou’s pocket.)

WHY DO I HAVE ABSOLUTELY ZERO ARTISTIC TALENT?!?!?! I NEED TO SEE THIS!!!!!

-(Touya with head in hands like “we had arson for dinner yesterday choose another felony”)

🤣🤣🤣🤣 Careful what you wish for there 🤣🤣🤣🤣

-(Plausible deniability makes the world go round tbh.)

I feel like that's the entirety of this AU.

I FUCKING LOVE THIS!!!

When the muses return to MHA, I'm so excited to see where some of these ideas go. Like zero pressure, but like I'm waiting like this. very patiently.

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

I MEANT TO REPLY TO THIS EARLIER I FORGOR

No but King Of Thieves is so special to me. Like Touya who is more morally flexible but still above all else a good brother and his hoard of equally morally flexible younger siblings that can’t keep their hands to themselves is so dear to my heart. Once I can get the words to go for MHA again it’s all over no one will be able to stop me

[hungry-skeleton]

Tell me all about this sardoyle... I haven't heard of it and I want all the best propaganda possible

HELLO!!! YES!!!

Listen.. Obviously it's opposites attract and its GREAT. Gruff paranoid military man x posh british weenie

Sarge is like This Guy Will Die Without Me (not entirely wrong) so he wants to train Doyle to be a better fighter

Simultaneously Doyle is weirdly good at keeping Sarge grounded and doing his regular spiral into paranoia

Doyle is moronsexual ultimate in this we know that

Doyle is just as cheesy and dramatic about a crush as you think he'd be. Goes to bed and dreams of kissing that dumbass under the moonlight every night

Sarge meanwhile is having a very conflicting time. On one hand he's acting like a giddy teenager about it but on the other Sarge has lost so many people during all his years of war that falling this hard in love is TERRIFYING

They're a perfect balance for eachother, Doyle needs to get out and be more adventurous more often and Sarge needs to be tenderly loved like he's never known

After they're together Sarge protects Doyle with his LIFE. Nobody is mean to Doyle without threat of Shotgun To The Face™

Don't even get me started on the pet names. Sickeningly sweet. Everyone around them either finds them adorable or gags like a kid watching their parents kiss

This song is them to me.. If you even care

Also just.. The simple domestic joys of old men yaoi. The inherent love in complaining about your back pain together 💚

I could go on for hours and hours they make me so ill. Don't even get me STARTED on a canon compliant timeline with them God I'll explode

Do you understand DO YOU UNDERSTAND I'm sorry.. Sardoyle forever..,

[kaysters247]

Deadly Inferno {A Patrick Hockstetter Fic}

Part 4 - Burn Marks

Warning: Sexual Themes, Very Mature

My face scrunched in pure pain from the mere touch of my fingers against the now burned skin on the palm of my hand, wrapping it with leftover gauze I managed to sneak into the house once when dad was too drunk to notice a thing. Wounds. I've had several of them. Gauze was useful. More useful than it should be in this household.

"Get your ass out of the bathroom Leslie! I gotta piss damn it." I rolled my eyes from Henry's annoyed as usual voice with tears now stinging my eyes from the throbbing in my hand, noting it was just now another burn mark littering my body. I looked as if Patrick went zippo happy on my ass. But in reality, I used my lit cigarettes to leave reminders, reminders of the pain I endure everyday.

"What the fuck happened to you?" He noticed my hand the minute I flung the door open, just walking right past him as if I never heard him. Like I'd ever tell him. Because to be fair, I wasn't sure myself anymore. Sure of what I'd gotten myself into. Patrick Hockstetter has had this obsession with me since I could remember. He stalks me, watches me all the time, constantly puts his hands in places they shouldn't be. Yet, I don't ever really complain anymore. Not like I used to. Someone once told me I'd just end up in his fridge one day, so dead that my body had practically molded with the fridge itself. That way he could keep me forever. That image alone freaked me the hell out.

"Les....? Your hand." Vic's worried tone but knowing eyes seemed to simmer me down a bit, now feeling like I could slap the shit out of Patrick. That is if I had a death wish.

"It's okay. Really. I got it cleaned up. The bleeding has pretty much stopped. It's just throbbing. But it'll pass." I slammed my bedroom door shut with Vic lounging at my usual photo cluttered desk, opening my bedroom window and sitting on the edge with my pack of cigarettes and zippo coming out of my back pocket, bold enough to light one up since I knew dad wasn't going to smell it. He hardly ever comes out into the backyard at night. And thankfully, that's where my window is located. Facing the backyard, towards the Hanlen's property. Mike. Sweet kid. Just terrified to even talk to me because of Henry and my dad. Now his grandpa on the other hand was always nice to me. He seemed to see what the Denbrough's see in me. Not my dad. Not my brother. Just me.

"Patrick?" I simply turned my head towards him with my hand dangling out the window with my cig dropping ash to the ground below, nodding my head, just when I heard the back door slam shut, but knowing it was Henry from the sound of his voice, Patrick and Belch following closely behind as usual. I firmly blew out smoke, leaving it dangling from my mouth, when my eyes connected with Patrick's within the dimly lit yard, seeing the smirk on his lips. I knew the night was still young. He'd be in my room eventually. Letting this be an indicator, he made a V formation with two fingers and licked in between when Henry didn't notice, eyeing me with such a dark look that I could even see from here. He looked so eerily handsome in the light, yet, deathly terrifying all at the same time.

"How can someone so twisted and demented, attract me so damn hard Vic?" I looked back to Vic before my thoughts could wander anymore, seeing his eyes searching mine. Bev always told me it would happen. So did Vic. But they did warn me what could happen, the consequences of getting tangled up with Patrick. They didn't want something happening to me. But they also knew i would do what I decided. I never said it was love. But more like curiosity. Patrick was far worse than my own brother. Even my dad. Yet, that's all I've ever known. Maybe that's why I'm so attracted to him. Twisted. But true.

"Because it's what you're used to. And that's wrong. Because you don't deserve the shit you got Les." I stubbed my cig out against the side of my window before letting the rest drop, closing my window behind me once the guys were out of view. Maybe what he said is true. Maybe I deserve better. But it's what I got living here in Derry. One of the most fucked up places on earth.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

{Later That Night}

"See? That's why Henry is such a dick. He's trying to get you in trouble with Patrick." Bev's words on the other end of the phone rang true in my head, knowing he wanted me to get all the trouble, yet he always fights Patrick when he sees me with him. He doesn't make sense. At all.

"I know. He nearly burned my fucking hand off. Now I know he's going to end up in my bed tonight. And I don't know.... I don't hate the idea. That's why I think i should be committed." My whispered words into the now darkened kitchen and Bev's chuckle in my ear seemed to ease my nerves, knowing dad was fast asleep. He never hears me on the phone at night. He wouldn't allow a phone in my room of course. He didn't want me having too much privacy. Suddenly, a hand reached over and firmly pushed down the receiver, ending the call. I huffed in annoyance when I knew it was Henry.

"I don't get why you're friends with that slut." I slowly hung up the phone, whirling around on Henry and stomping on his foot so hard i could hear his sharp intake of breath. But his angered eyes latched onto me so quickly. His usual death stare.

"She's not a slut just because she didn't want your ass after one time dude." He suddenly shoved me into the wall and knocked my head into the phone, hearing it fall from the receiver and almost clank against the floor right before i caught it so dad wouldn't hear.

"Watch your mouth....." I shoved him right back with no hesitation, before leaving the kitchen and bounding up the stairs in pure anger. All I ever wanted was to escape this place. But they would just find me and drag me back by my hair. I finally reached my room, not hearing Henry following me thankfully, closing my door behind me. I flipped on my light, when I jumped a little from the sight of Patrick sitting on my bed like he was always meant to be there. He slowly stood with that usual smirk on his face, bounding over with his slender legs and softly reaching over to lock the door behind me. He could practically feel my nervousness, my heart beating a mile a minute from the closeness of his body to mine. He knew there wasn't much time until Henry figured out he was gone. But he'd make every minute count.

"Patrick...." His hand clamped over my mouth so suddenly that it practically took my breath away, my eyes widening in almost sudden fear. Like this was it for me.

"You aren't getting rid of me Princess. No matter what you think of trying, it won't work. Because you can't fight me. You don't want to anyway." His shit eating grin told me everything. He really could see right through me. It's almost like he knew me better than anyone. But then again, when someone stalks you for as long as he has me, he almost would, wouldn't he? He finally took his hand away from my mouth, our eyes never wavering from each other.

"This isn't love. And it won't be. Got it?" The words just left my mouth so fast that I wasn't thinking. But I didn't need to. Because he agreed. We both knew it wouldn't be love. Ever. Just obsession.

"I don't do love. You know that Les." I just kissed him, for the second time today and practically pushed him onto my already messy bed, just as he flipped us, clearly not letting me have any control. He was always in control. And he was telling me that by the harsh bites he decided to leave on my neck, earning a little scream from my mouth. Thankfully, no one seemed to hear.

"Don't scream. I swear it'll be worse for you if someone finds out." I simply nodded, trying to hide my smile before he basically attacked me, ripping off my clothes and not caring what happened to my body in the process. We came to a mutual understanding that this would only be for fun, for pleasure, for pain. No attachment on either end. Only I couldn't sleep with anyone else. His words. And that worked for me.

"No noise. Or I swear I will get my zippo out and burn you again." He smirked through his words, just as he slowly took my underwear off, his fingers already feeling my excitement once he grazed down there. With my head firmly resting on my pillows and my legs spread wide open, he got to work just eating me out, my hands tangling in his dark hair. I did everything in my power to stay silent. And I did. It was pure ecstasy. This I could get used to.

[bennydwight]

TGAMM Season 2 One-Word Drabbles

I have a lot of feelings and a random word generator so have some unedited prompt drabbles.

(Mostly season 2 centric, but some could be more ambiguous)

Disturbance

Life goes on, nobody any the wiser, but Scratch can’t shake the feeling that something looming has irreversibly, ominously shifted.

(In the basement, away from prying eyes and wandering hands, an empty soda bottle gathers dust.)

Like

Scratch could forgive the hormones (eventually, as long as he was getting fed), but the minute he heard Molly admit she ‘like-liked’ the kid next door, they were all going to find out really quickly if ghosts could throw up.

Background

It’s sometimes easier seeing life from behind the scenes, never the main character but a helpful supporting role instead. Someone who can see the bigger picture without the singular, blinding spotlight.

(As Libby watches Molly storm back into the gym, Scratch nowhere to be found, she worries for the actors on this stage.)

Shape

Scratch’s malleable build brought endless humour to the family. (No matter what he turned into, he was always exactly the right size to fit in Molly’s arms.)

Victory

He’d done it. He’d gotten Molly to see his perspective, to ditch the ghost hunter forever and remain by his side, her closest friend and hers alone.

(The expressions she adopted when she thought he wasn’t looking didn’t make this feel like much of a win.)

Interface

Andrea truly was a child of technology. She controlled the world through screens, electricity and circuitry as a part of her as blood and bone. She’d seen the power her face commanded, and now, numbers and words blooming into functions and commands under her deft touch, the same power flooded through her fingertips.

Brainstorm

Darryl was no slouch at schemes. The ideas cooking in his head were brilliant.

(The ones he dreamed up with June were genius.)

Week

Monday. Move in.

Tuesday. Barbecue.

Wednesday. A haunted book shop.

Thursday. An invitation.

Friday. A dance.

Saturday. The reappearance of a lonely, aching void in the center of Ollie’s stomach. It never seems to go away.

Prey

Despite their shaky reputation with non-believers, the Chens are among the most highly respected ghost hunters in such circles as people who respect ghost hunters. It is their livelihood, their passion, their purpose. Without it, the Chens are nothing.

Ollie watches one of June’s more lethal traps snap shut and he winces.

(He’s never winced before.)

Right

Andrea’s parents send her to bed without supper. It’s an empty threat, after they’ve retreated to their offices for the evening she has free run of the house, but it stings that they made the effort.

(The right thing is not always the easy thing.)

Authority

The robe hangs off Scratch’s form like a death shroud, and the taste of responsibility leaves his mouth sour. With it comes the weight in his core, like his heart has somehow returned but twenty pounds heavier.

(He is heard. He is respected. He is obeyed. He is terrified.)

Climb

He is a creature of the night, of shadows and deceit, blinded and rattled by the brightness of the sun. He shrinks back into familiarity, but she is impossible to resist.

(Step by uneven, blundering step, Molly leads him back into the light.)

Descent

Then he shows up, and Molly turns farther from him than she ever had before.

(Her radiance flares like a sunspot and Scratch wants to be happy for her even as the darkness drags him back under.)

Cycle

The pressure has lessened, almost to nothing, but Molly still gets an excited thrill the morning she wakes up with blood on her sheets.

(It takes her less than a week before she’s ready to go back to being a child.)

Paradox

She’s amazing. She’s insane. She’s being manipulated. He is. She can’t know. She must. She’s innocent. She betrayed him. Ollie lays awake, staring at his bedroom ceiling.

(Molly McGee puts everything he’s ever known into question.)

Season

“I didn’t think ghosts could get hay fever.”

“Shut up and pass me the antihistamines.”

“Will these even work on you?”

“I’m willing to try anything at this point, and if you don’t gimme now I swear I will wipe snot all over you!”

Mine

Nothing is as vivid after the first memory fades, and Scratch wakes up some nights with a cloud of brown curls bobbing in a summer breeze, the phantom condensation of a cold drink cooling the ectoplasm of his palm, a familiar abyss of the same sensation he’d felt more potently more recently: the day the McGee’s left his house.

(He guards these sense memories jealously. Nothing could take them away from him again.)

[dingus-dog-935]

I know this isn’t a WH page but i wanna share my Goober

Welcome Home belongs to @partycoffin and nothing i mention is canon or should be taken as canon, this is my OC and how i have built the world to fit him <3

This is Adzo!!

W/O Make up

And some Basic info on him

Some more things abt the man!!

In the show his circus would randomly come to the neighborhood and thats when kids would know Adzo would be appearing!

He also has his own pair of stilts that make him as tall as Barnaby, mainly to give him proper hugs also so they can preform certain tricks!

His sexuality was never really a secret in the show, often talking about his ‘partners’ in the past in a very romantic way and always using He/Him/His whenever he does mention them! And his very flamboyant personality also gave it away pretty clearly! Tho some did speculate he was also trans but no evidence was ever shown to prove this

he isn’t the best cook but his chocolate pies are always made perfect! Only ever seen on holiday episodes showing he only makes them for special events, the recipe was only ever shared with Frank and Barnaby, his two closest friends!

His House!

THIS is his house!

A large circus tent that is a big significant trait of his! Being a key detector on when he was going to appear!!

Usually being a one man show he has also been seeing preforming with Barnaby and old photos show they met in collage and have been best buds ever sense! Usually treating him like family and has even been mentioned as coming to Barnaby’s family dinners many times whenever Barnaby rambles on about his life!

Its a very big space and its unclear where exactly he sleeps but many have speculated that he simply just doesn’t sleep’ using make up to cover eye bags and wrinkles but nothing was ever confirmed especially after his sudden death.

Tho many noted flyers for his circus would appear on and off until the show, tho the circus was simply replaced with a Picture of Adzo just standing under a light with a pool of liquid under him, many have theorized that this was Wally or Home taunting the viewers or humiliating after death.

Adzo’s circus wasn’t explored much in the show but the bright colors and music has been forever engraved into the minds of children at the time, especially his little jingle he made for himself.

“Hey, Kids, its time Play! And Adzo here is gonna show the way! Pick up a ball or a handker-chief! As the Circus is here today! Come and Gather round and sing along with Me! COME DOWN TO ADZO’S FANTASY!”

The Incident.

Clown on the Run (Case 1; Adzo) ||

being the only reoccurring human in the show he had a very special bond with the ‘Neighbor’ that would come and go as they pleased! Being someone they could truly connect with, especially with people who struggled with being bullied for one reason or another.

He was the first Wally picked off. Inviting him to a tea party inside home…he never walked out. The screams rung out all night. But he wasn’t killed…his screams would be softly heard in the background of a few episodes, along with his body being see…but never the top half. Only his legs, his signature hat and clothing could also randomly be seen around some episodes.

Its said there is a lost episode where Barnaby finds him after reacting a scream…Barnaby wasn’t the same in the episodes after…he seemed very…monotone. More terrified or under control…his eyes just lost its spark…

The episode “Broken Hearts” has not yet been recovered but from the few children who did see it when it first aired have been placed into psychiatric hospitals and still deal with a fear or anything touching their eyes….that gives everyone a small hint of the horrors that episode holds from the public eye.

Extras!!

His Death and How it can be portrayed;; “how is he dead and still Alive at the same time?”

Think of This! To Adzo, the neighborhood is/was a real place, the cameras didn’t exist and there was actually a new neighbor! Adzo would still be “corrupt”, becoming a puppet for Home and Wally to play and toy with for their own amusement and to get others.

OR

We can look at it like it is a TV show set! Adzo would’ve gone missing half way through the production of the episode “Broken Hearts” as the recording process has not yet been finished, the episode was originally planned to be a Valentine’s day special where we’d see Adzo struggling with the fact he didn’t have a Valentine and Barnaby and Wally were supposed to help cheer him up! After a few weeks his remains were found in the lot hidden between some props, his mangled body grasping onto a VHS recording of the episode which showed the normal beginning before cutting to his brutal murder at the hands of what looked to be a more realistic and human like Wally, as this all happened and as Police were investigating the recording found with Adzo was instead aired and caused mass hysteria of parents and adult fans alike, as such a beloved character had just been shown being killed. Many children watched the broadcast and had to be hospitalized and go through many years of therapy.

The studio brushed it under the rug and despite what the footage showed his death was labeled as a accidental drug overdose and was buried privately so no one could say otherwise.

The show’s reasoning on why Adzo wasn’t showing up anymore was that, Quote;

“Our Friend Adzo has moved far from the neighborhood to pursue his dreams of becoming a large circus!”

Many who saw the episode tried to sue for the emotional and psychological damage it caused them and their children but nothing ever became of the cases ad the studio quickly was erased from existence and so was every trace of “Welcome Home” from television and stores across the country. Many have decided that the studio was shut down due to many factors but mainly because of the major health risk Adzo’s death caused as he was already decaying by the time anyone found him. Not many people liked him in the studio so not many people spoke out, it’s almost ironic Barnaby’s actor was the one to find the body.

Adzo as a Person; “how did the cast like him on set?”

Adzo is what many say now as a “Method actor”. Someone who is the same on and off screen! And everyone found him annoying as he was the youngest actor and would always address the actors by their characters names, his jokes being unfunny and not clever made many people dislike him to the point that many simply turned to screaming at him to shut up.

Poppy’s actor was truly the only person who showed him kindness, but even then she simply felt bad for him as he was just a kid, often times fake laughing at his jokes and being the one to feed him most days as he never showed up with a lunch or anything and would go days without eating. “Mama Bird” was a nickname he gave her and it seems he simply had a few mental illnesses.

No one ever truly found out what was wrong with him, many say he was brain washed from the start, but what we do know is that he did love everyone, and even though only Poppy came to his funeral, it seemed he never truly left…

Many point out you could see his lifeless body in the background of many episodes after the incident, or his hat randomly, even sometimes his laughter or his jingle fainting in the background. Some even say his body never left and is still in the room shown in the recording, as the cast have also suspiciously went missing, no one knows for sure. We can only wait and see for when more information comes out…

THANK YOU ALL FOR READING! I APOLOGIZE FOR ANY SPELLING MISTAKES OR PLOT HOLES AS THIS IS STILL A WIP! NEVER BE SCARED TO ASK QUESTIONS! GO SHOW LOVE TO CLOWN AS THEY ARE THE REAL GENUIS FOR CREATING WELCOME HOME! AND SORRY FOR ANY BLURRY IMAGES

STAY WEIRD ✨

[autisticempathydaemon]

I am loving this Redacted match-up idea. So here goes mine! 😃

• The song my brain’s latched onto right now is “Make Me Cry” by Jacob Collier. The vibes are so perfect. It’s so mellow, and his voice is so freaking comforting. Like…smooth, thick hot chocolate or something. If that even makes sense XD

• I…have no idea what my Ennegram type is. But I’ll totally tell you some other things! I’m a Libra, a Hufflepuff, and last time I checked, my Myers-Briggs type is INFJ? But don’t quote me on that. XD

• Alas, I don’t think I’ve got enough of an attention span to sit through a video essay 😅

• I never really had an imaginary friend as a kid, tbh 🤔

• “Flirty Vampire Boyfriend Helps You Sleep” knocks me out almost every time I listen. So, most nights, it’s that video.

• If I had to change my name, I’d probably change it to Grace. (That’s what it would have been if I wasn’t the name my parents *did* decide to give me)

• Man, that’s a hard question! Buuuut I gotta say, every time I think of my favorite Redacted vids, Vincent’s third video (the one where he “loses control” with Lovely) comes to mind. I might be biased though, because Vincent was my introduction to the channel, but it’s such a good one! The drama. 😍 I freaking love it. We’re not gonna talk about Adam, though, because he terrifies me. XD

• Honestly? I don’t get the hype around David. Maybe it’s just the fact that I’m not a huge fan of Tsunderes (which is funny to me, because I love Aaron) and that I prefer vampires to werewolves anyway, but I dunno. He’s just not my cup of tea.

• I could quote Avatar: The Last Airbender all day long. Don’t even get me started. XD SECRET, SECRET, SECRET, SECRET TUNNEEEEEEELLLLL!

• I want Elliott as a BFF, please and thank you. 🥺

• I wouldn’t say I ramble about this when I’m tired, but if someone else shares the interest too, I’ll talk about musicals for forever.

• Well..I don’t drive, so I don’t really visit many gas stations. XD But my combo would probably be a bottle of water and a bag of mini M&Ms.

• It’s actually a Spotify playlist that my best friend and I made for one of my OCs. 🥰

• This is embarrassing to admit, but I still watch stuff that’s “for kids” from time to time. Barbie movies, Strawberry Shortcake, Sofia the First, pretty much any “girly” show that’s made for someone way younger than 24? I love it. 😊 (It’s probably a comfort thing, now that I think about it)

• Let’s see… Other fun facts 🤔. I’m the “youngest” of four (by like, five minutes, so I don’t know if that really means anything), and if you couldn’t tell from this ask, I use emojis up the butt, and am a total stickler for proper grammar. 😂

Oh, so I’ve actually thought about this- you know who’d pair wonderfully with someone from a big family? Huxley with his gorgeous, friendly nature and open heart.

He’s just so natural to love and get along with, so easy-going and charming. Our favorite earth elemental would be so mind-boggled by all your siblings but also delighted, just like your family would delight in him and how well-suited the two of you are together-

-and the two of you are so cute together. Huxley has this steady, reliable nature while also being fun and silly and light. I can totally see him genuinely enjoying all the things you do, even the shows for little girls that you’d be initially embarrassed for him to see you watching. No one is immune to the power of Barbie Nutcracker, and Huxley is no exception. He is ready with popcorn, a cozy blanket, and open arms for a movie night.

Song:

Earth angel, Earth angel, the one I adore/ Love you forever, and ever more./ I'm just a fool, a fool in love with you.

So this works on 3, count ‘em, THREE levels. One! Earth Angel for an earth elemental? I am a fucking genius. Two. I love the fun, dreamy, romantic vibe for Huxley; it strikes me as something he likes because he heard his moms listen to it. Three. I will seize any and all opportunities to plug a musical, and the Back to the Future musical is so FUN.

Runner-Ups:

Guy is an easy-peasy runner up, because I love to pair musical theater babes together. (I was so sure that was his major before we learned it was creative writing.) I also love Ollie for you, because (fuck JK Rowling and all she stands for but) we love to pair a Hufflepuff with a Hufflepuff.

Note: highly recommend the Back to the Future musical which is rumored to make its Broadway debut soon, it’s very true to the vibes of the movie 🌈

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

[koumeowkami]

Lyn hii !

How's your life been ? We've not talked in so long omg

Dude I just had the busiest week ever, school is being a bitch and my body decided that it's the perfect time to get sick. (Today was a kinda good day tho dw. I had some banger chocolate oatmeal and wrote a 1000 words for a wip)

Anyways, what I wanted to tell you that i met this girl who's kinda into kpop. Stray kidz is the only group she stans apparently. She made me listen to a bunch of songs and one of them was S-class by stray kidz. Dude that song is so fucking good like omg

She made me listen to a bunch more stray kidz and told me a lot of trivia abt them

I'm gonna list'em out you tell me if I'm right or not

1. Some Australian guy called Felix exists in skz (look ! Ik there acronym !)

2. He has a fucking range. Like apparently he can go from demon voice to kinda cutesy anime girl voic

3. He can also hit something called a fullsetter (idk what that is ?)

4. S class was their recent comeback song

I made her listen to freakout by bae and she really liked it and immediately added it to her Playlist, so that was pretty cool

This ask is so long. Here have a song rec as a treat

Signing off and probably going to sleep

Lira

hihi lira! i'm so happy to hear from you again 🥹 and oh no you even got sick :( i hope you're getting to rest a bit after this awful week. sending you lots of positive energy!! 💗

i'm currently feeling lowkey horrible cause i have the second part of my japanese exam tomorrow and i'm absolutely terrified... i feel like i'm not even able to say konnichiwa lol i keep revising everyday but my mind is just too tired from studying constantly for a month so i can't study well anymore, the info gets in one ear and right out of the other. i just really wanna cry a lot and let all this repressed anxiety out but i can't... hah, i think this is gonna be a loooong night.

back to your ask, YOU MET A STRAY KIDS STAN ?????? THAT'S AWESOME OMG. everything in your trivia is true :D felix is even my second fav member! he's SO GOOD his voice is something i've never heard before and his dancing skills are insane. if you want more recs i made a post in which i compared the paralive groups with skz songs (that post took me forever istg)! you can also ask me more about them and i'll be super happy to answer so i can properly turn you into a stay (skz's fandom name) >:D

thank you so much for this huge ask <3 i'll listen to the song you recommend me later! and sleep well :3

[qcomicsy]

God I love your takes so much.

So my major HC to Jason Todd die hard catholic is that he is a die hard catholic not a "good catholic".

His mother was catholic before she met that drug dealer and all went to shit. I like to think she took him to the church once, it's one of his first memories. Literally a few of the good ones. So it stuck with him.

She would pray with him before sleep and gave him a Rosary.

And that's part of the reason he is still one to this day. Specially because when his mother got worse and worse, he couldn't attend anymore (neither did he wanted to).

- About the mass. So I don't believe (even if he wanted) he would be able go to mass every Sunday. First of all because of his routine as Red Hood, he has a lot of missions and patrols to manage in his life.

Second, because, as you said and that's very important! Your experience in the church is all about the community around. And unfortunately community is something that Red Hood cannot afford to have (for being Red Hood). He can't go as Red Hood because it would put the people around in danger, he can't go as Jason because people would start guessing around.

- So he goes more eventually, when he's not physically hurt or hasn't anything in his schedule.

- He would usually go to the Church at night or in less crowded hours as Red Hood and would attend the mass (when he is able too) in different kinds of disguise;

- I actually like the Priest Take of the comics where he is welcomed by the church despite his past and has a good time there (a person can dream right?). So in my personal headcannon a Nun would picked up in his habits of going (she connected the dots) and purposely let the doors open for him.

- I believe he confesses. Jason is a much more open person than people generally recognize, he's always willing to talk about his past. He wants to be heard. By someone, anyone who's willing to hear him.

He wouldn't at first, because we'll that's not something you can just drop on anyone. But over the years he spend in that church praying alone and knowing the people who work there he would little by little open himself.

He definitely starts to deflect by humour "Hey Father it's me your boy. The one with the body count"

- Oh he definitely investigate personally and guarantee the security of people, specially the kids. Not only watching but making sure sends any person who threats them to hell himself.

- He is that cool catholic who rant on how the Church lost itself and forgot the whole actual meaning of Christ teachings, and how the system corrupts itself by greed being more and more far away from any form of actual change. And if Christ e came back people would kill him again;

- He is number one Jesus fan, un ironically says he is his homie and calls him J.C. he also uses those terrible christian shirts (the one's with too many roses that say a random passage and has Virgin Mary in degrade);

- That's his car

- This man is an anarchist "Jesus is my church and I have everything I need";

- About the coming back to life I have a more optimistic take. Specially because it's pretty much cannon he went to heaven,

I think Jason has a little of comfort of coming back because of Jesus. He doesn't remember his time in heaven, so at first he was terrified when he got back, but he do know he was just a kid, so he deduced he was bought back after getting for the first time in his fucked up life some peace. And he blamed Bruce, he blamed God he blamed himself. He had nothing again, we all know the drill.

But over those years? He got to meet Cass, he eventually got to see his father again in almost good terms, he met Damian who is a pain in the ass but is his brother, he eventually got to be a big brother to Tim and grew fondly of the kid. Alfred, Dick, Roy all people he thought he lost forever are back in his life. He met Bizarro and Artemis.

He was literally reborn again. For good or for worse he got a second chance in life, maybe God gave him that. Maybe not. But he got one. And in the end of the day he's glad of it, he is thankful.

Something something "Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come" something something "Jesus answered, "I tell you the truth, no one can enter the kingdom of God unless he is born of water and the Spirit. Flesh gives birth to flesh, but the Spirit gives birth to spirit. You should not be surprised at my saying, `You must be born again.'"

- The rest of your takes. YES. YES!! I agree whole heartedly with it.

- This boy has so much catholic guilt in him for being a criminal the sometimes he can't even stand look at the mirror. Some days he believes in salvation. Some days he doesn't believe he is worth it saving. This is also why I think he is much more a non-practicing catholic than full going every Sunday type of man.

- He definitely gives to charity and Soup Kitchens, he tried to attend once saw Grayson distributing and turned away immediately.

- The Divine Comedy take is just 🤌🤌🤌 YOUR MINDDDD

- The safe houses full of rosaries are so fucking great too!

Thinking about priest Jason Todd and realizing that would be really fucking funny if he was just this die hard catholic.

Damian, invading his safe house again messing around like a little shit: What do you keep in this drawer? Tt- It's probably a knife.

Jason: My Bible.

Damian:

Damian: Your what?

Jason, deadpanned: My Bible.

---

Dick: I know I will regret this

Dick: What's up with the altar candle's in front of Virgin Mary?

Jason: I pray for each soul I take.

Dick: I'm sorry– you what?

Jason: Each sould I take. When I kill people. So they find their way into purgatory. How do you think they are getting in hell? I light the candle, I pray for them *Looking at the candles* Your welcome.

---

In the middle of a shooting with almost a hundred henchmen

Jason, whispering: If we get out of here alive I'll walk the entirety of Gotham's church stairs on my knees.

The signal, next to him: Because that definitely won't be nothing disturbing. Early mourning fuckin Redhood, walking on his knees to a church. You usual Sunday in Gotham city.

Jason: Shut up asshole I'm praying.

---

Batman, inside of a church at nine pm doing an investigation: What are you doing here?

Jason lifting his head up from the church pew, holding his hands: The fuck look like I'm doing?

[whisperingintonothing]

Home is hidden in whispers

Parts of me exist all over the U.S. I was born in Georgia, my start to life begins there and continues for only a couple of months. My first memory is in Vegas. Right behind our trailer was a ditch built up with old brick and overhanging trees. I remember balancing on those old bricks and looking out and it terrified me. I saw a train coming at me, i was so startled i fell into the dirt and I was petrified and when my father came to collect me and see what was wrong, he thought it was that fact i fell, that I had scraped my knee, that's why i was crying, because I was in pain. I didn’t know how to explain to him at four that there was a train coming, that I didn’t know why but it was going to come and I was right there too scared to move. A lot of firsts happened in California. That whole state feels like home when I think about it. I think of course that is the rose colored glasses of childhood. That while back then inside my home was chaos, the California redwoods and the countless rolling hills would be there waiting for me. There was peace in the forest that I never found in my living room. California is where I learned who I was integrally, that I loved the woods, and backyard bonfires, smores of a cold night watching movies on a projector. That I hated how sand feels everywhere on my body, that family doesn't always mean love and that anger wasn’t how to live. Leaving California felt like leaving my childhood behind. Florida was the first place I hated. 13 and joining a middle school that only had two new kids on top of leaving the one place I loved more than anything, it led to some strong animosity to the state as a whole. Living here at first felt like being a sailor of rough seas. The waves were high and our boat nearly capsized several times and honestly, I'm pretty sure we were only hanging on by a board half the time. But still Florida holds my heart. It holds all the pain life brings and all the joys death holds. The Florida sun has seen my tears and its moon has heard my laughter. Leaving here will be like a fresh breath after being underwater, but I will be leaving a part of my heart here, forever on display in between the ocean waves.