#I said I was going to post this forever ago

[kirammanswoman]

—and they were roommates (filler episode)

hockey!vi hockey!ellie hockey!ellie x figureskater!reader

mini smau: their instas ;)

synopsis: author’s brainrot is getting worse so she made their instagrams THE FIRST DRAFT DIDNG FUCKJG SAVE IM GONNA END IT ALL

warnings: author needs to stop AND GO TO SLEEP. ts post is a filler post bc part 3 WILL take a little longer. forgive me.

a/n: guys im gonna write part 3 i promise pls dont bully me bc it might take a while :(( but heres their instas bc unfortunately my overactive imagination cannot shake them out of my head

instagram minimalist, barely posts and barely makes stories

she follows hellaaaa dog pages shes SO FUCKINH CUTE I SWEAR one time before practice, she was rotting in the locker room bc she went into a rabbit hole of ts insta famous golden retriever named ginger and followed the page

when the page followed her back, she squealed. she’s js a girl afterall🎀

her neurosurgeon dad has her @ in his insta bio bc he’s so proud that his daughter is THE hockey caption of the Jackson Bears (she’s never beating the daddy’s girl allegations from els and vi)

she thinks the #needthat is so fucking dumb (els n vi tried to explain that it was supposed to be funny, she said “thats the stupidest fucking thing in the world”)

when u commented that on her post tho, she had to put her phone down. she had to give herself a second. she wished it wasnt a joke now LMAFO (pls #needher fr)

never responds to dms, ONLY TO U tho. her notifications are only on FOR YOU😭

idk this song gives abby IDK OK SHES JS A SOFTIE

sigh

even longer sigh

#6 on the field #1 in ur heart lookin ass mf

she’s a BOP but she’s my bop so its ok

she is so active on insta notes, SHE SO CUTE I SWEAR her little brain js likes to see her thoughts on the little thought bubble on her pfp its so endearing

her comments are so SO thirsty, its unbelievable. before, she used to get such a big ego boost n get all cocky, but she grew out of them

up until u came into her life, that is, and now she PINS all ur comments on each one of her posts. every. single. one.

shamelessly thirst traps on her story, els and abs swipe up saying shit like “ugly🙏” or “omfg u look so ugly🤤🤤stay fifteen feet away from me forever 💦💦”

lyrics js. lyrics. shes so brent faiyaz coded idgaf

ugh my precious bb

she follows helllaaaaa art archive pages man like she’s so cute

she posts her sketches on her stories a lot, n ppl start to notice a common theme of her always sketching a girls face (its u)

ppl start to notice and when asked tho it is, ellie goes “js a girl i saw in my dreams :)” BOOO TOMATO TOMATO CHEESY (you had butterflies for a week)

mean asf on insta comments. will not hesitate to get someone banned for cyberbullying. she dont play w that shit

…D1 stalker…found out jesse was ur brother thru a post dina posted 2 yrs ago w u tagged in it and then ur brother tagged in the next pic…she’s NOSY😭

LOOK AT HER. LOOK AT HER N TELL ME SHE ISNT A CAS FAN I WILL SHAVE YOUR HAIR OFF IF U DO.

a/n: I AM FEEDING U GUYS 2NITE ENJOY THESE CRUMBS WHILE I WORK ON PART 3

[junovae]

merry christmas, please don't call

summary: 3 years ago, you broke his heart on his favorite holiday. now, the captain is torn between defying your wishes and following his own desires. price x reader oneshot | 1.2k | sfw | in another life angst | holiday special a.n: inspired by alex chrichton's "merry christmas, i miss you." after listening to this song, i felt the need to write this holiday special price angst LOL

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⋆❅*𖢔𐂂꙳ JOY TO THE WORLD ⋆❅*𖢔𐂂꙳

the sign sitting in the snowy yard flickered, the soft-yellow bulbs on the 'y' and 'w' struggling to stay lit. price sighed as he climbed the steps of the trailer's front porch, the crunch of snow beneath his boots fading as he reached the door. yes, today was his favorite holiday, but he felt anything but joyous.

with a quick turn of the key, he entered, leaving the snowy realm behind him. the door clicked shut, and price didn't bother with the lights. the cold air clung to him as he walked into the darkened living room, the silence heavy. he let it consume him, the chill of the day lingering as he reflected on all that had unfolded.

the captain had been an anxious mess all day, a feeling that was both unusual and foreign to him. his privates had noticed it—of course they had, this wasn't normal. and if the privates had picked up on it, then surely his sergeant had clocked it instantly.

this theory was confirmed when gaz stepped into the captain's office.

“sir, whatever it is on your mind,” he began, “just do it.”

john gave him a questioning look, but kyle didn’t buy it for a second. he knew this man far too well to miss the signs of a restless mind.

“you of all people should know that life’s too short,” the sergeant said firmly before turning and walking out of the room.

and that was how he came to be in his current disposition. now he sits, phone in hand, the only light coming from the moon filtering through the blinds, casting faint lines across his face.

"merry christmas, please don’t call."

your post-breakup plea echoed in his mind as his fingers hovered, then instinctively scrolled down to your contact. it’s been three years, and he still regrets it—what he did to you, or primarily, what he couldn’t do for you.

your picture stared back at him, your laugh playing faintly in his ears, your face burned into his soul like a scar that never quite healed. and then it happened—something he hadn’t felt in a long time. fear.

fear that you wouldn’t respond.

or worse, that you would.

he stood, pacing the living room as if movement might calm the storm inside him. finally, he sank into the worn green couch, its cushions swallowing him whole.

before logic could intervene, before the weight of three years could stop him, he clicked the button.

the phone rings once. he stares blankly out the blinds, anticipation curling in his chest.

twice. his grip tightens around the phone. what was he even going to say if you did answer?

a third time. he sits up straighter, breath caught in his throat.

a fourth.

a fifth.

he’s just beginning to lose hope, already bracing for the sting of defeat, when the line clicks. and then—

“hello?”

your voice. soft, familiar, and so achingly real it stops him cold. for the first time in three years, he hears you.

john price falls to his knees, the weight of it all crashing into him like a wave.

there you are. there’s his person.

his mind is a mess, thoughts colliding and unraveling all at once, but somehow, he feels like he knows what to say.

he’s spent years trying to forget—trying and failing. your laugh still echoed in his mind, your face still burned into his soul, etched there like a brand he could never shake. your very presence had given him back every ounce of humanity the war had stolen from him. your touch had protected his heart, fragile and worn as it was, stitching it together in ways he never knew he needed.

and now, hearing your voice again, everything comes rushing back—the good, the painful, the parts of himself he thought were gone forever.

he doesn’t know how to explain it, how to put into words all the ways you had saved him and all the ways he had let you down. but he knows one thing for certain: he wants to start over.

this time, he’ll get it right. whatever it takes.

“hi, there,” he breathes, a soft smile tugging at his lips, disbelief lacing his voice. “how are ya?”

silence.

he doesn’t let it stop him. words tumble out, raw and unfiltered, carried by the hope of something new, something better. “i-i’m sorry i’m callin’ all’a sudden, but i just wanted to say—”

“i’m busy right now, so just leave me a message and i’ll get back to you later.”

what?

price freezes, the voice on the line hitting him like a punch to the gut. the beep follows, sharp and final, and he stares at his phone, disoriented.

his heart plummets to his stomach as reality slams into him. the adrenaline drains away, leaving only cold logic in its place. what the fuck had he been thinking? that you’d just pick up where things left off? that you’d want him back after the way he treated you?

he sinks back against the couch, rubbing a hand over his face as regret claws at him. he’s spent years haunted by what he did—what he couldn’t do—for you. and maybe, just maybe, the universe would allow your paths to cross again one day. maybe, with time, he’d find the courage to call you once more.

but then it hit him—a harsh, bitter realization that settled heavy in his chest.

not today.

it was a hard pill to swallow, one he wished he didn’t have to choke down. at least not with makarov, not with russia, not with the chaos waiting for him at every turn. he couldn’t be that man for you, not now—not yet. ultimately, this was for the better.

choosing not to leave a message, he tosses his phone onto the couch, the screen dimming like the hope he’d briefly held onto. the room feels colder now, quieter.

he walks to the window, hands stuffed into his pockets, and looks out at the snow as it falls gently to the ground, blanketing the world in white. for a fleeting moment, he lets himself imagine.

maybe in another life, the two of you could bake gingerbread houses, icing smudged on your noses as you laughed together. maybe you’d wear those silly, matching christmas pajamas you’d always joked about, singing carols off-key until you were breathless. maybe you’d string up holiday lights together, your fingers brushing as you worked, before gifting each other presents wrapped with care.

maybe in another life, you’d place the star on the tree together, his hands steadying your waist as you reached for the top. you’d have snowball fights, collapsing into the snow with breathless smiles, and later, he’d kiss you under the mistletoe—under the falling snow, even—before throwing you over his shoulder with a laugh, carrying you inside to make love to you by the fireplace, the crackling flames painting your skin gold.

but not in this life.

not today.

right now, he’d have to spend his favorite holiday without you again.

he leans his forehead against the cold windowpane, the frost biting at his skin as his breath fogs the glass. he closes his eyes, a soft sigh escaping his lips, and into the still darkness, whispers,

“just wanted to say merry christmas, darlin’.”

[rollercoasterwords]

heyy, you said some time ago on an ask you hc Lily would give harry tons of mommy issues if alive, and I'm obsessed with this idea, please tell us more?

hi!!!! i did indeed say that….getting back to this a few days late but love this question 🌝🌝

to answer the first thing i have to explain is that in my mind lily is a bit of a cunt. she’s intelligent & ambitious—we know she was in slug club & made top marks despite not growing up in the wizarding world, which in my mind means she was likely competitive & had this sort of “i’m going to prove i’m better than these assholes” mentality & was also a perfectionist. she was used to being the favorite child/special one, bc we know her parents were excited abt her being a witch which is part of why petunia resented her; but then she had her sister & purebloods in the wizarding world putting her down, so i imagine that like…she’d have a strong sense of self worth and a need to prove herself, but also a bit of a martyr complex. at the same time, she had blinders on when it came to her own friend; we know she didn’t actually cut things off w severus despite him getting involved in nasty shit until he publicly called her a slur. this is actually one thing that i think is very similar about lily & james; though they both ostensibly had a very strong sense of justice, their blind spot was their close friends, which i imagine could make them both a bit hypocritical in that they’d say people who do x are bad but then forgive their friends who do x, etc.

ANYWAY. in a canon compliant setting if i am imagining lily & james relationship. well i’ll be honest i don’t think it was the perfect true love story etc that we’re sold in the books like. they were kids. i think that once they did get together it was v passionate & intense, made moreso by the fact that they were both fighting in a war & had the pressure of knowing they could die any day, etc.; if they hadn’t been fighting in a war, i think they would have broken up shortly after leaving school as they both followed different life paths & matured more as people & realized their first serious teenage relationship likely wasn’t going to be forever. BUT in a canon-adjacent/compliant universe war is on, their relationship is tumultuous but the dire circumstances make them cling to each other even tighter, & in my beautiful mind palace what happens is lily gets pregnant accidentally & they have a shotgun wedding. i’ve written an accidental pregnancy storyline w them in a few of my fics now so i can imagine it playing out in a couple ways, but no matter what in my mind lily was NOT planning to have a baby and has very mixed feelings about it—maybe she doesn’t realize she’s pregnant until it’s too late to do anything about it, maybe she considers aborting but decides against it, maybe she tries to abort but for some reason it doesn’t work or falls through…whatever happens, she ends up having the baby. now she’s a mother yayyyy except she’s a mum in like the most stressful circumstances ever & probably not having a joyous experience w her newborn. maybe some post-partum depression etc.

anyway. imagining canon breaking here and her becoming a mum…feel like this could go a few ways, and the exact mommy issues she’d give her kid would depend on which way it went. let’s say james dies on halloween but lily & harry both make it out; i definitely think part of her would sort of resent harry bc suddenly she’s 20 and she has to spend the rest of her life being a mum and she doesn’t get to enjoy her youth and have a normal life, and also she’s expected to raise the chosen one and also he’s kinda the reason her husband got killed. i think there’d be this sort of distance between them & i imagine her at times making an effort to be the loving mum she’s meant to be but ultimately it’s unsustainable, and harry grows up trying everything he can to make his mum really love him and develops a complex over feeling like there’s something fundamentally wrong with him bc that love & parental warmth just doesn’t come naturally to lily. & if this is a universe where voldemort’s still out to get harry then i imagine them moving around a lot, maybe living in hiding, her raising harry to one day take down voldemort…sorry but i do think she would turn him into the priest’s favorite sacrificial lamb. i think she would raise him to be a soldier/human sacrifice who is constantly feeling like he has to earn love, and neither of them would ever fully be able to give the other what they need or want, even though i do think lily would love harry…i just don’t think she’d always do a very good or consistent job of it!

[kiwizoom]

Are you getting Phthalo Green or Cadmium Red?

[oceanwithouthermoon]

"they dont have any chemistry in canon-" WHAT HAPPENED TO SHIPPING CHARACTERS JUST BECAUSE YOU THOUGHT OF A SCENARIO THEY WOULD FIT INTO ONCE? what happened to "i saw it in a dream"? what happened to "i just like them so i put them together"? huh? huh? make shipping fun again

[somedecrepitcryptid]

I FINALLY DREW CASEY JR. @loyal04 FOR UUUU <333

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

I'm a few pages in and this is the best storyline literally ever why have I not seen any mention of this.

[wholesomepostarchive]

the most wholesome thing is seeing that the wholesome post blog runner is probably one of the nicest people ever :3 i’m generally Terrified of sending asks especially to a blog that Does Things like this but seeing you talk in the tags instead of just reblogging and moving on makes you seem very friendly and approachable !!!! and i hope u know i appreciate that :] i hope you have a wonderful day and both sides of your pillow are always cool and that if you see a random cat on the sidewalk it won’t run away from U ♡

woah, META-WHOLESOME!! thank ya for the compliment, i try my best to carry out those kinds of traits i value!!!!! i’m SUPER super glad that ya did!!! THANK YOU THANK U!! always appreciating how much of an impact this lil blog has on top of appreciating u for sharing as much with me :-)

it’s always a TRIP getting to hear that something i do that i wasn’t even really mindfully doing makes all the difference?? i’m just really, REALLY grateful for all the different kinds of posts that get sent my way and seeing cool + uplifting + sentimental + OVERALL WHOLESOME posts that i express my thanks + ramble a bit in the tags haha !!

i ALSO hope you have as terrific of a day as you’re able to! and i hope you’ll enjoy seeing more posts pop up!

AND YOU’LL NEVER BELIEVE but i got new pillow cases like a week ago THAT DO JUST THAT! AND THERE’S A NEW CAT ON THE STREET WHO HANGS OUT WITH ME SOMETIMES (i’ve been planning to see if he has a microchip, but i know for a fact that the neighbors who feed all the stray cats on our street already have a cage + are well-versed in TNR, so i’ve been thinking about asking them first because the thought that someone could be out there looking for their pal is enough for me to “do it scared”) !! SO THANK U NOT ONLY FOR THE SWEET SENTIMENTS BUT ALSO FOR THE UNEXPECTED HILARITY OVER THE FACT THAT THEY’VE COME TRUE???

[pandaspwnz]

Whoever decided it was a good idea to bake a pie on a fucking wednesday afternoon is a goddamn clown and should be dropkicked into the sun

[slagclaren]

*banging pots and pans* ROLEX 24 JENSON!!!!!!! CAN I HEAR A HELL YEAH FOR ROLEX 24 JENSON

NO WAYYYYY!!!! ON JENSON DOCU DAY?!!! HEEEEEEEELLLLL YEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH

[thepinkseashell]

i love the title track but i hate the title track because it means the album is ending again and i must once again decide if i should listen to it again or go the fuck to sleep

[whump-it-like-its-hot]

Okay but the feeling when you do something, and someone tells you to stop, but you keep doing it and then in the end someone appreciates the thing you kept doin and you just

thank you random person I will love you forever

[tvrningout-a]

new pinned post image hehe <3 now everything feels cohesive and my brain feels much more at ease looking at my blog :' ) i've also!! edited my muse pages, so the current primary muses are chiyo, rin, cyrillo, bronwyn, and yuzu. my other muses have been distributed to the secondary and tertiary lists. and i've added a note to my primary list that specifies chiyo as my main muse as she's the loudest out of everyone these days!

[bi-lesbian]

btw just feel like i should state why i havent been posting much in a while, i have REALLY bad memory and energy issues, which can make it hard to manage this blog because well. i can hardly remember most of what ive posted! i have had times where ive stumbled on one of my own posts and been like, oh this is SO good op has put my thoughts down exactly!! and then i check and. it was one of my own posts LOL. i just dont really have any memory of making it! and tied with my low or nonexistant energy levels and my mind being kind of a jumbled mess, i dont like repeating things ive already explained before bc trying to get my thoughts together and write it out takes a lot out of me, but when i cant really fully remember what all ive explained... it makes it hard to organize myself! id like to make my blog more orderly and link to more specific posts on my faq n such so i can have more information more easily accessible, but doing that also requires quite a bit of focus that i absolutely do not have... not to mention executive dysfunction making doing anything absolute hell hfjdjf

in short: adhd is a nightmare for me ;_; but just so yall know im never outright abandoning this blog, and ill always be having it up so people can come here and learn from all the information ive compiled together, and others like me can see on the content and know theyre not alone :3

[nickyhemmick]

A guy ik at uni who I have suspected to like me for like 3 years randomly asked me out today 😭

[tsvai]

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