#I surprisingly don’t have a lot of pictures of them anymore

[cannibal-thing]

Does anyone else also have almost thirty cats….? I’m like at 31- I’m gonna have to recount cuz Trixie gave birth to six-

anyways he’s some of my babies (*^▽^*)

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[alaskan-wallflower]

Your swings hc was adorable, do you have anymore hcs about what the gang (all) were like as kids? 😁 sorry I’m asking for sm today my own brain doesn’t feel like working 😭🎞️

Of course!! And PLEASE don’t apologize :(( I LOVE answering things like this!! <3

Darry was absolutely the fattest fucking baby you’ve ever seen and you wouldn’t even know it by looking at him now

He also hates looking at baby pictures of himself

Soda came out with a full head of hair and they used to joke that was the first thing he ever used his head for

His hair was the finest most light shade of blonde ever. Mr. and Mrs. Curtis would’ve thought he had albinism from his light his hair was (it darkened later tho)

Pony was absolutely the cutest baby though. If he looks at baby pictures he’ll kinda just wrinkle his nose but he had the biggest eyes ever and he was always giggling

Teh first time Darry held either of his brothers he cried (they both hold this close to their hearts when Darry is working hard)

Johnny was actually a really cute baby. He was just really tiny and frail honestly. They thought he wasn’t gonna make it because Mrs. and Mr. Cade did NOT take good care of him in the womb.

As a result he kinda had a lot of physical issues and would’ve probably needed PT and OT (Mr. and Mrs. Curtis help him out with this honestly)

Johnny and Soda actually became friends before he met anyone else because Soda kinda took him under his wing because he and Steve noticed Johnny was alone at recess one day and he was just like “hey you wanna come and play with us?? :)”

Pony and Johnny met at the park one day when Soda invited Johnny over and IMMEDIATELY y clicked

When Pony and Johnny got closer Soda used to fake cry and say “they grow up so fast…”

Additionally when Pony was born Soda tried to roughhouse with him a lot (because he kinda had really bad impulse issues as a kid) and the Curtis parents had to sit him down and tell him Pony was really fragile and they couldn’t roughhouse like he does with Darry and if he hurts Pony then he won’t ever be able to play with him again

They said something like “do you want something bad to happen to him?” and he started crying and kept saying no over and over (poor baby :( )

Darry was always kinda the unofficial “leader” since he was the oldest

Darry and Two Bit actually got along really well because they were kinda opposites (even tho Two is 2 years younger than Darry)

So they kinda had their duo, Steve and Soda had each other and Johnny and Pony had each other

Steve and Soda had been friends since they were born. Steve used to hold the fact he was six months older than Soda over his head.

“Why can’t I be the red car?” “Because I said so!” “That doesn’t count!” “Well I’m idle so I get first pick!”

let’s be real they still do shit like this

Dally came into the picture when Darry was around 14 or so and immediately he thought Dally would hurt his brothers and he told them to stay away from them

Dally actually stuck up for Pony and Johnny one day at lunch against some older Socs and they thought he was absolutely awesome

Ever since Darry has begrudgingly allowed Dally in the group but the longer time went on the longer things became smoother

Sofa kept a scrapbook and absolutely cries whenever he looks at it (he most looks at it when Darry and Pony fight and it makes him sad to remember all the times they used to get along)

The three get their appetites from Mr. Curtis. The first thing Soda did when he came out of the womb was cry because he was hungry and Pony would cry almost all day because he was hungry

Mrs. Curtis hated seeing little Johnny come over after a bad night with his parents because he looked so sad and so beat up and his tummy was rumbling and she just felt so horrible for him. So she patched him up and kissed over his injuries. He misses her every single day because of this

Dally was kinda surprisingly rude to the Curtis parents teh first time he met them (Darry kept sending him death glares) but Mrs. Curtis took no shit. And Dally actually shaped up because of this. He was so used to everyone just taking his shit and she didn’t. It made him respect her.

I think that’s all i got for now!! i may need to make a part 2 because I can’t think of any yet haha

[skyward-floored]

Whumptober Day 6: Made to watch, “It should have been me”

This took way too long to finish and didn’t even end up the way I wanted to in the end exactly but it’s fine! It’s fine!!!

*cries*

Warnings: blood & injury, being electrocuted, slight torture-y elements.

Read it on ao3

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“Link. Hey, Rancher, wake up.”

The serious tone of voice dragged Twilight from his comfortable sleep, making him blearily open his eyes. He found that his head was under the thicker blankets the inn had provided for their beds, and he reluctantly poked his head out, frowning at the cold that met him.

Warriors looked down at him, arms crossed and face unreadable, and Twilight blinked at him, still waking up.

“What’dya want?” he mumbled, squinting at the window. All he could see was dark grey. “...Wars, what time is it?”

“Early, I don’t know. About dawn I guess,” Warriors shrugged, and unceremoniously pulled Twilight’s blankets off. “Come on, we’ve got work to do.”

“What?!” Twilight sputtered, and grabbed for his blankets. “Give me those! It’s freezing in here!”

“I know right? It’s awful. These people have no clue how to keep an inn warm, I mean it’s snowing outside.”

“Captain,” Twilight growled, seriously annoyed now. He’d been having a rather nice dream about a warm, sunny field with goats in it, up until Warriors had decided to drag him awake. “Why are you up so early, and why are you waking me up so early?”

A smile twitched at Warriors’ lips. “Why Rancher, I thought you country folk were used to waking up at the crack of dawn.”

“That doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate sleeping in on a freezing morning when we’re at an inn for once,” Twilight bit out, snatching back his blankets and wrapping himself in them. “What do you want.”

“Sheesh, you’re cranky this early,” Warriors said with an eye roll. “Anyway... do you remember what we were talking about last night after dinner?”

Twilight stared at Warriors, and pulled his blankets back over his head.

“Rancher come on, hear me out!”

The blankets were peeled back again, and Twilight looked up at Warriors’ face, only barely apologetic. The captain gave him a grin, and Twilight groaned, sitting back up with no small reluctance.

He was wide awake now, he supposed he might as well hear what the captain had to say.

“Fine. What.”

Warriors cleared his throat, looking excited. “Okay okay, so last night Wild and Wind wouldn’t shut up about how similar they think we look, right?”

Twilight nodded, frowning a bit.

The night before, after they’d all eaten dinner and were sitting around talking, Wind had asked the others if they’d ever noticed how similar Twilight and the captain looked. Wild had immediately agreed, a grin on his face, and the others had quickly hopped on board as well, loudly debating their similar features.

Some of the arguments had been valid, and Four had put together a surprisingly long list of resemblances between Twilight and Warriors that Twilight was inclined to believe, but several of them were just ridiculous. Even when Twilight voiced this, he was immediately shot down, and Wild and Wind wouldn’t let the matter drop, repeatedly bringing it up until Twilight and Warriors couldn’t stand it anymore and went off to bed.

“What does that have to do with dragging me out of bed at the crack of dawn?” Twilight asked, and Warriors grinned, holding up two green tunics.

“It’s so we have lots of time to prepare. I think we should show them just how similar we really are.“

Twilight sat up a bit straighter, paying more attention now as he looked between his and Warriors’ tunics.

“Oh?”

“Let’s switch clothes. Just for the day. We’ll give them a shock,” Warriors grinned, and Twilight found himself grinning as well, picturing the looks on Wild and Wind’s faces. “Maybe get them to knock it off with the twin jabs too. What do you say?”

Twilight reached out and took Warriors’ tunic, and gave the captain a smirk.

“Show me how you usually pin your scarf.”

(...)

Wild and Wind’s reactions were, to say the least, exactly what Twilight had hoped they would be.

Warriors and Twilight had quickly dressed, then stationed themselves so they weren’t facing the stairs, their differences harder to notice from the back. Wind had come down to breakfast soon after, yawning into his hand, and had tugged Warriors’ scarf to ask him when they were going to leave.

Except Warriors had been Twilight, and Wind nearly jumped out of his skin when he looked up and realized who it was he was actually talking to.

Wild had had a similar reaction, though it had taken him a bit. He was most of the way through breakfast before he’d suddenly jumped up and pointed between the two, face so gobsmacked that Twilight nearly choked he was laughing so hard.

After the chaos had died down and they’d finally finished breakfast, they’d headed out from the inn, a light flurry of snow falling on their heads. Warriors and Twilight stayed in the wrong clothes as they traveled through the snowy forest, responding to the wrong names and just generally confusing the others.

It was driving Wild crazy, and Twilight was loving every second of it.

A few small flakes fell on his head, and Twilight shivered a bit as the wind blew at his face. The weather was even colder outside the inn, and the Links had all bundled up in their thick clothing, Wind and Four looking especially chilly. Twilight actually wasn’t bothered too much by the cold, especially with Warriors’ scarf wrapped warmly around his neck, and he noticed with a smirk that Warriors himself looked quite content in his wolf pelt.

“You know, you smell like a wet dog, Captain,” Legend mentioned offhandedly. “Look a bit like one too. You’re giving Wolfie a run for his money.”

Warriors shot him a look from under the hood of Twilight’s pelt, and Legend smiled innocently.

“Well perhaps so, but I’m much warmer than you are,” he pointed out, and Legend’s smirk fell a bit.

“Well at least I’m not swimming in clothes made for someone twice as muscled as me.”

The two continued to exchange jabs, and Twilight shook his head in exasperation. Warriors may have been wearing Twilight’s clothes, but it didn’t change his personality a bit.

“You look nice in the captain’s scarf Twi,” Four said at his side, his own hood up to block the snow. “The colors set off your eyes.”

Twilight chuckled. “If you say so. It is rather soft,” he admitted, holding up a bit of the rich, blue fabric. “It definitely does the job, but I don’t know how he handles this thing in warmer weather.”

“I could ask the same of you,” Warriors said back, and Twilight shrugged. “All this fur must be awful if you’re ever anywhere warm.”

“Oh I manage.”

The conversation stopped for a bit, and Twilight looked around at the road they were following, noticing with some concern how high a couple of the drifts of snow were. If the snow had blown across the path like that anywhere, some of their shorter members were going to struggle.

“Think I’m going to scout ahead a little,” Twilight said, tapping Time on the shoulder. “I’ll see if I can make it to that bridge the villagers were talking about, see how much snow we’re dealing with.”

“That sounds like a good idea,” Time replied. Then his face twitched into a smirk. “Don’t trip on your scarf.”

Twilight snorted and shook his head, already walking away.

“Hey, I’ll come with you,” Warriors offered as he jogged up to join his side, and Twilight looked at him in surprise. But he nodded and made room so they could walk side by side.

“You didn’t have to come you know Captain. Not that I mind, but just because we swapped clothes doesn’t mean we have to be together the whole day,” Twilight mentioned once they were out of earshot of the others, and Warriors shrugged, looking around at the woods.

“Eh, I wanted to. Besides, I was getting real sick of Legend calling us the ‘wolf twins’.”

Twilight barked out a laugh, and he and the captain continued ahead through the snowy woods, silent and cold.

They were quiet for a while as they outpaced the group, the snow falling softly around them. Twilight had no clue who’s time they were in, but wherever they were, the forest was beautiful, covered in snow and ice, flakes falling silently around them.

Twilight felt almost like he was in a storybook walking through the picturesque woods, and the unfamiliar clothes he was wearing only added to the almost otherworldly sense. It was odd having a scarf around his neck, but he didn’t mind the way it flared out behind him when he walked. It was sort of fun.

Twilight looked over at Warriors, keeping pace next to him, and studied him a minute. He had to admit to himself that Wild was right, at least a bit. With the pelt’s hood up covering his lighter hair, Warriors really did look almost exactly like Twilight.

“What’s that look for?” Warriors asked, and Twilight blinked, realizing he’d been staring.

“I was just thinking,” he admitted, and looked Warriors up and down. “I hate to admit it, but the others are kind of right. We really do look similar.”

“Yeah, I know,” Warriors said, and his eyes took on a distant look. “...Did you know there’s a statue of you in my time?”

Twilight startled. “What?”

“Well, there’s ones of a bunch of us actually,” Warriors reprimanded, and met his eyes. “Even Wolfie. We didn’t realize just how many there were until we were clearing out the Temple of Souls after the war. We were making sure there wasn’t any leftover dark magic or monsters, but we mostly just found statues, and... paintings.”

Warriors shook his head as if to clear it. “Anyway, I originally thought the one of you was me. We were so similar-looking, especially at the time with the hats and everything, it took a while until we figured out you were a separate hero entirely.”

“Well, that explains why you recognized most of us when we met,” Twilight said with a smirk, and Warriors chuckled.

“Yeah, I’ll admit I cheated. I don’t know if I saw one of everyone though, now that you mention it. I wonder—”

“Wait, shh,” Twilight said abruptly, holding a hand out.

Warriors went silent, and Twilight swiveled his ears around, the snow softly falling on their heads.

The woods had gone even more silent then before, no birds, no wind. Twilight knew he had heard something, but he wasn’t sure if it was just a twig snapping from the weight of the snow, or something more—

An earsplitting screech rang out through the woods, nearly sending Twilight and Warriors to their knees. Twilight’s heart stopped at the familiar sound, but before he could even grab his sword or raise his head, something crashed into him and threw him against a tree so hard he nearly blacked out.

He heard a shout through the ringing in his ears, and forced his eyes open, gasping at the sight of a Shadow Beast mere inches from his face.

No, no how is this possible it can’t— does this mean— the Twilight Realm—?!

Twilight struggled to grab his sword, but the Shadow Beast tightened its grip, and it held him so tightly against the tree Twilight was worried it would break something.

He looked frantically around for a way to get out, and saw that while Warriors wasn’t pinned like he was, he was completely surrounded. The captain was looking around at the shadow beasts with a worried look in his eyes, and he made frantic eye contact with Twilight. But before either of them could do or say anything, Twilight heard footsteps crunch through the snow nearby.

He looked up, and felt ice drop into his chest.

Zant stood in the center of the clearing, like a blot of spilled ink against the pristine snow. Twilight stared, praying that he was somehow mistaken, but as Zant strode forward, there was no doubt that it was the usurper himself.

He barely seemed to notice Twilight, giving him only a single glance, then stalked over to Warriors, standing just inside his army of shadow beasts.

“Hero of Twilight,” Zant said with a hint of glee in his voice. “It’s been so long, did you miss me?”

Warriors flicked his eyes over to Twilight, then back to Zant, a glimmer of confusion in his eyes. Zant was clearly referring to him, and Twilight stared at them both for a second before realizing what was happening.

Oh sweet Ordona, he thinks Warriors is me.

Warriors obviously realized what was going on as well, for he quickly smoothed his face of its confused look, casually pulling the hood further over his head. Twilight thrashed against the Shadow Beast, opening his mouth to shout, but one of its hands moved to cover it and his cry was cut off.

Warriors glanced at him again, then exhaled, and tightened his grip on his sword.

“That’s right Zant, that’s me,” he said steadily, even adding a bit of a twang to his voice that made him sound vaguely like Twilight. “The Hero of Twilight.”

Twilight thrashed even harder against the shadow beast holding him, but the monster didn’t budge, no matter what he did.

Wars you idiot it’s me he wants!

“Hmm... you’re scrawnier than I remember...” Zant hummed, leaning down to stare at Warriors’ face. “I suppose you haven’t been doing so well without your little shadow? So sad that she shattered the mirror the way she did.”

Twilight ignored the sting the words left in his heart.

“How have you returned?” Warriors demanded, never lowering his sword. “The last I heard, you were dead.”

“Ah, it was my new glorious god! The Creature of Shadows!” Zant crowed, twirling in place. “He has allowed me this return so I may have my revenge on those who have wronged me, in exchange only for his allegiance!”

Zant abruptly stilled, voice dropping into the tone he used when he sounded more sane.

“And you, Hero of Twilight, are the first on my list.”

Warriors barely had time to leap away as Zant drew twin swords and jumped at him, avoiding his attacks and striking back as best as he could.

Twilight clawed at the Shadow Beast holding him, desperate to help the captain, but it only struck him across the face, and retightened its grip. Pain exploded across Twilight’s face, but he ignored the sharp pain in his nose, watching Warriors fight with an increasing panic.

He couldn’t do anything. He couldn’t even call out advice or encouragement with the Shadow beast covering his mouth, just sit here and watch, with his nose throbbing and blood trickling down his face.

When he was the one who should have been fighting in the first place.

Warriors fought almost like he’d faced Zant before, neatly dodging his attacks and easily matching his swings. At any other moment Twilight would have admired his technique, but he was too worried. Zant’s speed was nearly impossible to keep up with, and Twilight could see Warriors was quickly tiring.

Right about when Twilight was growing truly panicked, Zant stepped back, pausing in his frantic attacks.

“This has been quite fun, but I’m afraid I didn’t come here to fight,” he said coolly, and his helmet shifted, revealing his mouth pulled up in a smile. Warriors paused as well, but kept his sword up, still ready and willing to fight.

“Then what do you want?” Warriors said breathlessly, and Zant’s smile twisted into a grin.

“To make you suffer.”

Two shadow beasts leaped at Warriors from behind, catching him off guard and throwing him to the ground. They pinned his arms and legs in a similar manner to Twilight in mere seconds, and Warriors’ sword went flying, Twilight letting out a muffled shout.

Zant stalked forward, his weapons skimming the snow on the ground.

“I should have killed you back at the Spirit’s Spring long ago, but now I’m almost glad I didn’t. I think I prefer to draw it out,” Zant said in a voice filled with glee as he stood above Warriors. “I’ve waited to repay you for stealing my rightful throne for a long time, Hero.”

“Rightful throne? It was never your throne to begin with,” Warriors scoffed, and gritted his teeth as Zant pressed the tip of his sword to his cheek.

“It should have been!” Zant hissed, and dragged the sword across Warriors’ face, leaving a bloody line in its trail. “I am the Twilight Realm’s rightful king! It is my throne, and I am it’s ruler!”

“I’ve met the true ruler of the Twilight Realm,” Warriors gritted out, and Twilight’s brain stalled for a second. What? “and you’re not her.”

“I am the rightful ruler!” Zant shouted, and dug the tip of his sword into Warriors’ shoulder, pulling a gasp from his lips. “Say it!”

Warriors glared. “Midna is—”

“DO NOT SPEAK HER NAME!” Zant shrieked, and lit his swords up with a dark, crackling magic.

Warriors’ eyes went wide and Twilight let out another muffled shout, but the two of them could only watch as Zant stabbed the blades downward into Warriors’ arms.

Lightning ripped across Warriors’ body, and he screamed, his back arching with electricity.

Twilight had never heard him make a noise like that.

He kicked out madly against the shadow beast holding him, but its grip never budged, and he couldn’t do a thing as Zant slowly removed his swords, leaving Warriors to gasp for breath, twitching slightly in the snow.

Tell him you’re not the one he wants, Twilight mentally begged, watching in horror as Zant repeated the action, making Warriors scream again. Tell him you’re not the Hero of Twilight, Captain!

“I am the Twilight Realm’s king,” Zant practically hissed as he yanked his swords out of Warriors again, leaving him shaking and bloodied on the ground. He thrust a blade under Warriors’ chin, lifting it so he was forced to meet his eyes. “And you and that imp are nothing but insignificant worms under my feet.”

“I... th-think she’d say the opposite,” Warriors rasped.

Zant howled in outrage and lunged forward, but it was then that Twilight finally managed to bite the Shadow Beast’s hand with enough force that it removed it from his mouth.

“I’m the Hero of Twilight!” he screamed, and Zant froze, turning slowly towards him. “I’m who you want Zant, leave— leave him alone,” his finished thickly.

Zant didn’t move for a second, staring at Twilight in silence. Then he turned back to Warriors, grabbing him by the collar and lifting him up so they were practically nose-to-nose.

The hood of the wolf pelt fell back, fully revealing Warriors’ bright blond hair, and marking-less face.

“A fake!” Zant roared in outrage, and threw Warriors to the ground, the captain still twitching with electricity.

He turned towards Twilight, practically shaking with fury.

“You,” he spat, small crackles of energy leaking from his sleeves as he approached. “You. Hero of Twilight. How dare you—”

A golden arrow flew across the clearing, and buried itself right into Zant’s shoulder.

Light burst outward and Zant let out a primal scream, clutching at his arm. More arrows followed, and Twilight heard the Shadow Beasts cry out as well, but he couldn’t see very well due to the sudden increase of light. The monster holding him let go, and Twilight didn’t stick around, catching a glimpse of armor and knowing the others would deal with the monsters.

He made a beeline for Warriors, stumbling a little as he ran. His head still hurt where the shadow beast had slammed him into the tree, his nose was bleeding all over his face, and his whole body was sore, but he wasn’t planning on stopping.

“Captain, are you with me?” he asked as he slid to his knees, and Warriors blearily looked up at him, eyes bright with pain. “Warriors, can you hear me?”

“You... you got a little...” Warriors croaked, reaching up like he was going to wipe the blood off of Twilight’s face, and the rancher waved him off, hands fluttering over the captain’s bleeding body. He was still twitching occasionally, blood soaking his clothes, and the cut across his cheek was bleeding steadily, dripping blood into Twilight’s pelt.

“By the gods Captain, you’re an absolute idiot,” Twilight said with a surge of guilt and horror, putting pressure on what looked like the worst injuries. “You should’ve just told him who I was, why didn’t you?!”

“He wanted... you. Better this way,” Warriors breathed, and gave Twilight a bloody smile. “I am... sorry I... I wrecked your tunic.”

Twilight glared at him, then untangled the scarf from around his own neck. “Permission to get your scarf bloody?”

“‘S only fair,” Warriors chuckled weakly, and Twilight bundled it over him, stemming the flow of blood.

Warriors let out a cough, a twitch running through him again, and Twilight helped him sit up when he tried to himself, the captain leaning heavily on his shoulder. He moved his head so it was resting more easy, and looked at the blood on the captain’s cheek, guilt still laying heavy in his chest.

It should have been me.

“...Rancher?”

Twilight looked over at Warriors again, wincing at a screech that rang out much too close by.

“Yeah?”

“I don’t regret it,” Warriors said firmly, shivering with another tremor. “Not... not at all. Don’t be... guilty.”

Twilight looked away. “Well what am I supposed to do then?”

Warriors gave him another bloody smirk.

“Y-you could say thank you.”

Twilight felt a smile twitch onto his face against his will, and he snorted out a laugh through his still-bleeding nose, lightly bonking his head against Warriors’.

“Fine. Thanks.”

Then he turned and looked Warriors directly in the eye, pushing aside the still heavy guilt in his chest.

“And once you get a red potion in you, I want to know how on earth you know Midna and Zant.”

Warriors smiled as a triumphant cry came from the battle around them.

“Sure thing.”

[scarletmultiverse]

your girlfriend is... | elizabeth olsen characters x reader

Hey people! New blog over here!

I've wanted to do something like this for a while, just with Lizzie's characters, because I feel like all my blogs always have pictures with them, but it's never enough...

Anyway, I'm starting here too and if you want to follow me on the other half inactive account, I think I'll write there again. @sawyercomfort is the user!

This is a preference that will kind of introduce the characters I'm going to write imagines about, so if you have any story suggestions, send me an ask!

Hope you like it!

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your girlfriend is... wanda maximoff.

ok, we know that wanda is the sweetest of girlfriends.

she would literally move WORLDS (and multiverses) for you.

wanda certainly loves to pamper you in the best way.

occasionally she uses her abilities on you, but it's so rare because she's afraid she might hurt you by accident.

kisses and cuddles when you need them.

the fights between you are intense, but wanda loves you so much that it's impossible for her to really let you go all at once.

you are like best friends with each other, the ones you would trust with your life.

your girlfriend is... taylor sloane.

taylor is clearly a total dominatrix.

she LOVES the control she has over you.

to the point where she does drama to get what she wants.

but at the same time, she's a caring girlfriend and would probably drop any project just to pay attention to you.

she also likes to post pictures and show off your relationship to the world. She makes sure that the moments between you are always saved somewhere.

the fights between you are usually pretty hot too, and it's always the same reason: exaggerated jealousy and the pressure she puts on you.

but you always end up working out one way or another.

your girlfriend is... zooey kern.

personally, for me, zooey is the best on the list.

she may seem extremely laid back at first, but when you least expect it, she's capable of anything to surprise you.

and when I say anything, it means anything at all.

you guys love to drive around aimlessly, just enjoying the music on the radio and the ever-changing landscapes.

by the way, music is something that surprisingly involves your relationship almost completely.

zooey knows she can't fight you, but it's her instinct to be extremely overprotective of the things you do, and that can get pretty annoying.

your girlfriend is... jane banner.

you can expect jane to be controlling.

this is bad, but it's good at the same time.

in fact, she would equally move worlds for you.

including facing people who might treat you badly or criticize your relationship.

she is still a little afraid of losing you, because there were too many personal reasons for her to come to terms with who she was.

jane has her romantic side and makes a point of showing it to you when she feels like she needs it.

the fights between you are fervent and usually end up in a breakup or a night out.

but she always ends up admitting that she overreacted and promises that she won't raise her voice at you anymore, even if it seems impossible.

your girlfriend is... leigh shaw.

leigh has been through a lot to get here.

and she doesn't want that to happen again with you.

she has issues too strong to deal with alone, and you have become her safe haven since she appeared in your life

that's why she's sure you're the one.

leigh will do anything to make you feel loved, from sightseeing to places where you both have a story.

even cuddling in bed and secluding in your room.

a lot of music.

and you wouldn't dare fight with leigh, ever. she's too good for you, and you couldn't imagine a world where she wasn't by your side for your whole life.

hope you really enjoyed this short preference. just a note here, i don't know if i'm going to write about lizzie because i'm afraid i'm forcing something and that it might misunderstand me. but anyway, if you have requests with her, send them to me too, I can make an effort!

and if you feel comfortable, please specify the reader's gender in your request as well. there will be gender-neutral stories here, luckily!

thanks for reading!

(won’t be writing for candy as well, obv!)

[flatassthrowaway]

Passionately and Deeply

~Chapter Two~

New to the series? Read the prologue!

As always, let me know what you think! Enjoy!

“Well, perhaps if you’re Irish, you may enjoy the leprecorn,” he told me about his most vexing oddity that he discovered in his younger years as we strolled through the streets of downtown Gravity Falls.

“And it plays ‘Danny Boy’ through its horn? Come on Ford! You don’t like that song?” I asked.

“The song itself is fine. The way that leprecorn plays it is maddening,” he said, making me laugh.

We’ve been hanging out like this since that fateful night when his brother was mean to me. That was almost a month ago, and it’s the first day of spring.

Since then, I found that he lives at a tourist trap called the Mystery Shack with his twin brother. He also neglected to tell me he had a twin brother. Soos (who is the one who runs the show) aka Mr. Mystery, Melody, and Abuelita also live there, and his great-niblings also come to visit during the summer.

That shack looks so small from the outside, but… it must be one of those houses that’s actually a lot bigger on the inside.

I would know, because I actually spent quite a bit of time in that house. While Ford was working on his projects, I took the time to either complete my work alongside him or raid his bookshelf. When I raided his bookshelf, I found that he had the Lord of the Rings series. That series always interested me, but I never got a chance to read them.

Ford also introduced me to a game he adored called Dungeons, Dungeons, and More Dungeons. Thankfully, he guided me along the way, but it was confusing when first starting. I did enjoy FCLORPing, which seemed similar to this, so it ended up being fun for me too once I started to catch on, and I knew what the rules were.

I also hooked up an Apple TV to their own TV (which was surprisingly compatible with the newest technology, but I’m not going to question it), and we’ve been watching documentaries on Netflix. From Blackfish, to Mission Blue, it’s held our attention pretty well.

And it’s bonded us closer. Not only us, but Soos, Melody, and even Abuelita.

Speaking of Soos and Melody, she is about to give birth any day now. She is officially on bed rest, and Abuelita and Soos pamper her.

I hope I have that when I start having children. I’ve been longing for a strong, familial unit of my own for a while now.

The only one who still isn’t my biggest fan is Stan. I thought since I showed everyone who I was that he would start to ease up on his rough attitude towards me, but… no. He still doesn’t like the fact that I’m hanging around his brother.

It’s making me question if I’m doing something wrong. It’s a little too late to say that Ford and I should stop being friends, because we would both be hurt in the long run. We work really well together, and… honestly, I can’t picture not having him in my life anymore.

“Hey,” Ford said my name. “Are you up for a little trek? I want to show you something that I’ve only shown a select few.”

“Really? What is it?” I asked.

Ford smiled. “It’s something so rare, not even my brother has seen it. Only my closest friend and my great nephew have seen this.”

“C’mon, quit holding out on me, dude! You have to show me this thing!” I nudged his shoulder.

Ford put his hands up in defense, smiling jovially. “Alright, alright,” he said, as if he wasn’t the one who tried to get me all excited to see this object of his suggestion. “If you insist.”

I rolled my eyes playfully. “Shut up!”

“I never said anything, dear.”

We walked along a path into the forest, where I admired all of the wildlife along the way. Deer, squirrels… gnomes… minotaurs… handsome men…

Wait, what?!

I whipped my head around as we walked to look at a random blonde haired blue eyed man in designer clothing sniffing the ground as if he were a dog, and lifted his bottom in the air as he walked on all fours.

Ford had noticed I stopped, and grabbed my shoulders to keep me moving. “Come along, dear.”

I looked over my shoulder to keep staring at that man. That was a sight I never thought I’d see. It’s almost like that man was completely feral. I looked up at Ford, and he was completely unfazed.

Well, it’s Gravity Falls. If it’s not weird, that’s what’s unusual.

We arrived at a clearing that overlooked a strange shape in the cliff facing it. It was mostly what you’d expect a grassy clearing to look like, except there was a small hill in the middle of the clearing.

“Woah… what is this place?” I asked, in awe of its beauty.

“This is the Crash Site Omega or the CSO for short,” he told me. “It’s a place that… well… only the closest people to me have seen.”

“I can see why,” I told him, turning to see the town. “The view from here is amazing! You can almost see the whole town from here.”

He smiled. “Exactly,” he said. “And… there’s also another reason why I brought you here.”

I turned to him as he walked up to where I was standing. “Yeah? What’s that?” I asked.

“Later tonight, I was planning to stargaze here. Apparently, a meteor shower is supposed to take place at eight thirty,” he told me. “I checked the calculations myself, and for once, the news is correct. And… I would like it if you joined me.”

I nodded eagerly. “Definitely! This will be my first meteor shower!” I told him.

Ford smiled. “This will be the first meteor shower that I’ve seen in over thirty years,” he told me.

“Now we have to make it extra special!” I said, before my face dropped. “What does one bring to a meteor shower to make it special?”

He chuckled. “For starters, some may bring lawn chairs or blankets, but I settle for the latter,” Ford said. “They’re much comfier to sit upon.”

“Ah, that’s it!” I exclaimed. “I’ll provide the hot chocolate! We just… have to meet in town again. I don’t know how to get back here, even if I tried.”

Ford chuckled. “Not to worry, dear,” he told me. “You can meet me by that clock with the fist indent in the pole at 7:30.”

I smiled. “Great! It’s a date. See ya later, Ford!” I told him, going on my way back to town.

Before I could even make it a yard away, Ford called my name. “The way to town is that way,” he told me, pointing in the opposite direction to where I was going.

I felt my face get hot with embarrassment. “I knew that,” I told him. “I was just testing you to make sure you knew that, too.”

Ford laughed at my bullshit excuse. “Let’s get you to town safely,” he said as he began leading the way.

“My hero!” I cheered, running to catch up with him. He cracked a smile, and looked at the trees. His ears turned a little red… unless they were already red from before. I mean, it is the first day of spring, so it is still a little cool.

Ford led me back to town, and from there I bought a whole box of hot chocolate. I returned around 7:30 to the clock with the fist indented pole with my thermos and two mugs and waited for him to arrive. Thankfully, he didn’t keep me waiting long, and had the flannel blanket underneath his arm.

“Shall we get going, my dear?” he asked.

I nodded, smiling at him. “We shall.”

We both softly laughed as we made our way back to the Crash Site Omega, or the CSO to set up camp. Ford straightened out the blanket on the grass as I poured the hot chocolate in the mugs.

Once he was finished, we both sat on the blanket and placed our mugs together with a small clink. Afterwards, we watched over the night sky with no sound but the crickets playing their lovely melody for us.

After a while, the meteor shower started. Never did I see so many natural lights in the sky at once. It was breathtaking, how the meteors danced across the sky. I couldn’t take my eyes off of the display that nature had gifted us on this sunday night.

Good thing I’m off tomorrow.

The peak activity started to die down a few hours later, and Ford decided to break the comfortable silence between us by calling my name. I looked at him.

“You know, it’s rather rare for a meteor shower to be so visible at this time,” he said with a smile on his face. “They usually appear after midnight, and this is usually due to the fact that the Earth is facing forward in its orbit, which means more space debris may be encountered.”

“Woah… that’s so riveting,” I said, looking at the night sky again.

It started to hurt to crane my neck to look up at the night sky, so I laid down on the blanket. I think Ford had the same idea, as he laid down next to me.

“Ford.”

“Yes, dear?”

“What do you think happens when we die?” I asked.

“What an abrupt question…” he said.

“I don’t know why staring at this meteor shower triggered it, but… I was just curious what you thought.”

“Well…” he started. “I believe there is some sort of afterlife.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes,” he said. “To be honest… I believe that when we die, we gain all the knowledge we lacked in this life, as without our physical bodies holding us back… we can achieve so much more as spiritual beings.”

“Wow… Stanford, that’s really profound…”

“Isn’t it?” he said. “That, and we get to traverse the universe without harm. We are observers, but there is the rare chance that we can meddle in the physical world, just very subtly, though.”

I sighed with a smile. Being here, with him… it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside… almost as if the voice inside of me is telling me that I was supposed to be here, at this exact time, in this exact location, with this exact person, talking about… this.

This must be what it feels like to be at peace.

“What about you, dear? What do you believe?” he asked.

“I believe the same as you, believe it or not,” I told him. “I feel a strong lull from the universe, like I am exactly where I need to be at this moment.”

I’m being really vulnerable with him right now… maybe a little too vulnerable.

He must think I’m insane for saying something like that.

“It’s extraordinary that you said that,” he said my name, looking into my eyes. “Because I feel the same way. I was supposed to be here at this exact moment… with you.”

I smiled serenely, looking into his copper brown eyes. “So you feel the same way.”

Ford nodded, looking back at the night sky. “I… was honestly afraid of how quickly our relationship formed,” he admitted. “I thought I had been finally losing my mind… but I think I finally found someone with whom I can be my complete self.”

I felt my eyelids become heavier as I turned my gaze to the meteor shower, maintaining my smile. “I completely concur…” I said, my eyelids closing.

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A/N: I've been thinking about uploading on Saturdays instead of Fridays for this series, but it depends on how I feel. If you've read to this point, thanks for reading!

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[buckychristwrites]

Colors in the Dark | b.b. | Part Two

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: It’s been years since it was revealed that Bucky has a soulmate. And while he doesn’t remember anything about them, he hopes to see them again one day.

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Surprisingly fluff

A/N: Just a quick tale of reunion, since a few people were wondering if Bucky would ever meet his soulmate again. I’m not sure if anyone will read this but i wrote it in less than a day and had fun, so i hope someone does. Enjoy :)

Part One | Masterlist

“I had a soulmate once.”

The scratching of the pen on paper came to a halt. 

“Everyone has a soulmate,” she explained as-a-matter-of-factually. Bucky huffed.

“I know that,” he said, annoyed. “I mean, I met mine once.” Dr. Raynor laid her pen down on the pad on her desk, her attention now fully on Bucky.

“Back before the war?” She asked. He let out a humorless laugh as he shook his head.

“You would think. No, it was actually the same day I ran into Steve. As the…” He waved his hand. “Soldier.” He didn’t like saying the name. The Winter Soldier. It made him feel some type of way. He tried to brush off that feeling as he looked back at his therapist. “I have vague memories of it sometimes. Seeing in color.” Dr. Raynor’s eyebrows furrowed together.

“But you don’t see color now?”

He shook his head once again. “They wiped my memories.” A hard lump formed in his throat, and he tried to swallow it down. Despite the fact that Bucky could remember most things about himself now, and from his time as the Winter Soldier, the memories of his soulmate were never able to be recovered. He sometimes found himself wondering if there was something in the universe stopping him from being able to remember. Would the memories give him back the ability to see color? Would he need to meet you again? 

“Why haven’t you brought this up until now?” Dr. Raynor asked, a hint of suspicion in her tone.

“Probably the same reason I don’t bring up a lot of things,” Bucky said in a joking tone, and he did not elaborate further. Raynor rolled her eyes. 

“How does the idea of meeting them again make you feel?” She asked him. That was one thing Bucky never tried to consider. Sure, he pictured what it would be like, and sometimes he found himself watching people in the street and wondering to himself if any of those people could be the one. But he never wanted to consider the feelings behind it all. In reality, it brought him a great deal of fear, the idea of confronting this part of his past. It wasn’t like you were just a bystander to the chaos that was his time in HYDRA. He had hunted you. Fought you. Even tried to kill you. IN what world would anyone, even his predetermined soulmate, forgive him for that? Though there was a chance Steve had attempted to clear his name, you were never brought up in any of the time Steve and he had spent together since Bucky’s treatment in Wakanda. And now with Steve gone, he had no way of finding out the answer. 

“The answer to that should be obvious,” was all he said, mostly because he did not want to answer. Taking the hint, Raynor backed off, instead looking down at her watch. 

“That’s time,” she said, looking up at him with narrowed eyes. “But we will be picking this back up next week.” Bucky’s chair squealed against the hard floor as he pushed it backwards to stand up. 

“Don’t hold your breath.”

It was at this time that you were walking down the street, cradling your head with one hand while holding the strap of your bag with another. It was a migraine day for you, as most days were anymore, and while your body yearned for the dark bedroom back at your apartment, your morning agenda had other plans for you. Life had to go on, even if your new debilitation didn’t want it to. 

Your bag was heavy on your shoulders as you jogged across the street. Washington D.C. was as welcoming today as it always was, a chorus of horns greeting you as you made your way. It had become second nature to ignore them. 

The day was a mix of gray and blue, but every day was a mix of gray and something. The sidewalks were a parade of people making their way to a destination that was much more important than anyone else’s, except for the tourists who just couldn’t help but stop and get in the way.. As you made it to another crosswalk, you marked off another street closer to home. It was like you could taste the feeling of lying down after a long morning of engagements. Maybe a shower was in order, before ordering take out and settling in before the clock struck two. The idea of it sounded marvelous. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the Avenger’s mural that was painted just weeks after half the population reappeared after 5 years. You felt a pang in your chest, as you always did when you saw it. You opened your eyes one moment to find that five years had passed, and the two closest friends you had, Natasha and Steve, were both gone. Although it had almost been a year since then, sometimes your heart felt the loss the same way it did the first time. 

The sight on the mural that always made you stop, no matter how many times you saw it, was the man with the long hair and metal arm. Every single time you walked by this mural, it always stopped you in your tracks.

You still remembered the aftermath of the fight, when Steve explained who the man in the mask was. The way your heart grieved over the idea it had for who and what your soulmate would be. Never in a million years did you imagine that you’d be paired with a one hundred year old master assassin. Someone who now had tried to kill you. Someone you may never even see again. The devastation hit you like a train, but it also made your heart break for the man. Despite it all, he was just a man, who wasn’t in his right mind. He had lost something too. 

And then, in an instant, the world changed again.

It was that same night that the colors you had just gained were ripped from your sight, replaced with a static of a mix of gray and vibrancy that you couldn’t escape. The pain in your head was indescribable and, unbeknownst to you at the time, damn near inescapable. One would assume that with your abilities, you’d be able to make the pain disappear in an instant, but nothing you did helped with the pain. 

It was a rare day that your head was pain free, but this moment, with you looking at the mural on the building near your apartment, you felt the migraine dissolve. It made you want to stand there all day. Just you and the idea of your soulmate. Was it funny? Or did you want to cry? It was hard to tell sometimes. 

Bucky’s boots clambered down the concrete steps as he left his therapist’s D.C. office. In town for the week on work, Bucky felt it necessary to make sure he saw her. The streets of the Capital made him uneasy anymore, considering how things went the last time he was in town.

Something about the conversation with Dr. Raynor made him feel more tense than usual. As he walked down the sidewalk, he had to keep reminding himself to un-clench his jaw, and even then, a moment later, his teeth would be pressed together once more. He attempted to distract himself by listing off the things he had to do that day. Grocery shop. Text Sam’s nephews to figure out how to Facetime. Facetime Sam’s nephews. Cook dinner. Clean out the catbox. 

A shoulder ramming into his own brought his stress right back, causing him to turn around. He did not come face to face with the culprit, but what he did find was much worse. 

He found himself just across the street from the Avengers mural. It was like he could feel the tension creeping up his body as he swallowed hard. He always made an effort to avoid the mural as much as possible. Despite how grateful he was to be included, all it did was remind him of what he had lost. Seeing his old friend in the painting made him choke up a little, and before he knew it, he found himself crossing the street to get a closer look. 

Your phone vibrated in your pocket, but you ignored it as you enjoyed the bliss. Nothing but a few words and a lot of punches were exchanged between you and him. Soulmates were destined, and everyone only had one. Sometimes it felt like a huge joke, to be paired with someone who was programmed to kill you upon your first meeting. And yet, you found yourself wondering often where he ended up after Wakanda. You never had a chance to find out. The time to reintroduce yourself just never seemed to come. And then Steve, the only connection you had to him, was gone. The easiest thing you could do was to move on. But some days, you still wondered. 

A cool breeze hit you, and you looked up just in time as a raindrop hit your cheek. 

“Fuck,” you grumbled as the single drop turned quickly into a down poor. If you hadn’t gotten distracted, you would’ve made it home before the rain. Annoyed, you immediately spun around and ran for the crosswalk. You noticed a moment too late that you didn’t bother looking before stepping into the street.

Before you knew it, a pair of arms wrapped around you and yanked you backwards, sending your head flying downward into your chest. It took a second for you to realize that you were being dragged away from the road, your feet forgetting how to do their only job. In a moment of haste, you shoved yourself out of the strangers firm grasp.

“I’m safe now, thanks!” You huffed, pretending you weren’t completely embarrassed by what just occurred. The bus that almost hit you was still blaring its horn, the driver flicking you off in the most unprofessional of ways. Raising a sheepish hand, you averted eye contact with your savior as you grabbed your bag, which had, at some point in the encounter, been thrown to the ground.

“You’re fucking welcome, I guess.”

Your eyes snapped up at the sound of the voice, your cheeks getting hot. When your eyes found the stranger, you only caught his profile as he turned to walk away. His hair was much shorter, and he was dressed differently this time, but it was him. You’d know him anywhere.

“Bucky?” 

The deja vu was enough in itself, but the way he reacted to the sound of his name made your heart pound in your throat. He froze as if someone hit the pause button on a remote control, and too many seconds passed by before he finally turned around, his eyes falling on yours.

When the world lit up around you, your lungs forgot how to breathe.

The TV static that had filled your vision for years was replaced with the vivid colors that you had experienced only once so long ago. Subconsciously, your hands covered your mouth as you looked around.

Bucky, on the other hand, couldn’t take his eyes off you. It was like the memory of you was on the tip of his tongue for years. Now that he was looking at you, he felt crazy for ever forgetting. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Finally, you looked back at him, seeming to remember that it wasn’t just the colors of the world that had returned to you. 

“I- I never got your name,” were the first words to tumble out of his mouth. You broke out in a smile before telling him. He couldn’t tell which made him happier, the smile on your face, or the sound of your voice. So happy, in fact, that he could feel his chest get heavy, and his eyes tear up, though he quickly blinked those away. He didn’t need to cause another awkward meeting with you. 

Little did Bucky know that you felt the same. Seeing him now, after all these years, knowing that he was not only alive but also healing, brought you so much joy that you couldn’t tell if you wanted to sob or yell out. And maybe kiss him, despite yourself. He was, after all, your soulmate.

“I’m sorry I tried to kill you,” he said sheepishly, his arm reaching behind his head to scratch his neck. There was something about his embarrassment that was so endearing to you.

“Well, you just saved my life,” you reminded him. “So I think we’re even now.” He smiled at the ground, a slight pink in his cheeks.

“Maybe I could buy you a coffee?” You offered. He looked back up, as if relieved by the invitation. 

“I’ll buy,” He countered. “I think you’ve done enough today.”

But for the both of you, the day, and your lives, had only just begun.

[al-gay-tor]

A comprehensive guide to Raptordyne

(This is what my fucking life is I guess)

With a show as incoherently written as Dinosquad there tends to be a lot of guesswork and inconsistent information left for the fans to work with. But not anymore folks! I have scoured the entire show to bring you a comprehensive breakdown of Raptordyne, what it does, who works there, and how it’s built. Let’s get started.

What does Raptordyne do?

The show seems to push the idea that Raptordyne is pretty much exclusively built as a factory for global warming and ooze monsters but that obviously can’t be the only thing happening here.

in the first episode Rodger states that Raptordyne is a biogenetics company and phrase that, like most things in this show, is a vague mush of science-y sounding words. Then in the episode Easy Riders and Raging Dinos we see that Raptordyne owns an animal feed company.

With that in mind it seems safe to assume that Raptordyne is in the agricultural industry more specifically designing GMOs and related products.

Who works there?

Now that we know what Raptordyne does when it’s not making horrible mutants, let’s see who works there. I’m going to go in order from most relevant to least relevant.

Victor Veloci

The main guy, the clown that runs this circus, our leading man, the CEO of Raptordyne. Despite seeing this guy every episode we don’t really get to see him actually doing his human job, we do however know that he spends a lot of time on charity work, thanks to the first episode and the episode Perseverance.

Lieutenant Alpha

A surprisingly unknown character despite showing up in two episodes with speaking scenes the Lieutenant is shown to be in charge of most of the masked grunt force at Raptordyne. Though in his two episodes, Who let the dogs out and Scents and Scents Abilities he is shown to be disliked by Veloci and doesn’t seem aware of the true purpose of Veloci’s work.

Peter

Anyone who knows me also know that this guy is my personal favorite character of all time, despite only showing up in the first episode for 20 seconds. Contrary to popular belief Peter is not actually Veloci’s assistant, his real work lies in the engineering department. He developed nanobots that are supposedly used in primordial ooze and potentially built the robot seen in the episode Wannabe or the hologram dinosaur in Who let the dog out. Peter was injected with primordial ooze however the outcome of that experiment was never seen.

Gregor, Mina, and Robert

I would like to thank the Dinosquad discord server for helping me name these scientists, if you haven’t joined it yet go check it out. These three scientists appear in the background of a few episodes though are never named or given speaking roles. From left to right on the second picture we have Robert, Gregor, and Mina. It is implied in the episode Attack of the Brainasuarus that Veloci works directly with these three to develop prototype ooze.

The twins

These two only appear in the episode Pet Peeve and are the masked grunts working under Veloci for the day. I wanted to point them out not only because they are the only grunts seen without their uniforms but they are also significantly more incompetent than any other grunts seen in the show, thus designating them as their own significant characters.

Workplace Environment

With all our players in place let’s talk about Raptordyne itself. The underground lab seems to be made of one continuous room situated in a cave system underneath the main building. Let’s break it down.

The Entrance

Pictured above is the left end of the cave lab. It’s primarily just Veloci’s ominous skull chair and the entrance elevator (not pictured). This is the area we see the most in the show. What’s interesting about this area is the room over looking the lab just past Veloci’s chair, and the rail tracks cutting through the center of the room, but more on those later.

The Lab

Pretty self explanatory, just across the rail track is the lab where the ooze and mutants are made. The mutants shown in the test tubes are not used in the show but their humanoid shape does imply some sort of human experimentation.

The airlock

On the right side of the lab there is this specialized containment zone. As seen in the episode One Precent Inspiration this area is used for the temporary containment of live specimens and also has an airlock at the top of the containment unit for the release of airborne specimens.

The Greenhouse

Seen only once in the episode Growth Potential this room is what I believe to be in that raised portion of the lab seen in the entrance. This area of the lab is used exclusively for the production and study of mutant plants, a concept that is severely underutilized in the show.

Veloci’s Office

Realized i forgot this originally whoops. Being the influential man he is Veloci obviously needs an office that isn’t in a secret dinosaur lair. This is one spacious office in what looks like the top of the Raptordyne building.

The warehouse

Technically this isn’t a part of the underground lab, nor is it a single building in my opinion. Featured in Scents and Scents abilities we see what is one of possibly many warehouse outposts. Complete with their own security systems and staff.

In the episode it is featured in the place seems to be controlled exclusively by the Lieutenant and masked grunts. So why is this relevant? I propose that the railway seen in the main lab is actually a transit system between the main lab and a network of these outpost facilities.

Conclusion

Go nuts nerds

[chaoticarson16]

May we please have Loui, NY, and TX hc’s? 👁️👁️

*not forcing*

Of course you may!

Louisiana:

• He’s a literal sweetheart that gets along with everyone. Like, he knows everyone and everyone knows him

• He will drop whatever he’s doing to help one of his friends. Doing the dishes? Not anymore. Eating lunch? He says he ate enough. Self care? You need it more than I do! Therapy? He’ll be your therapist.

• He very rarely cusses. Every now and then he’ll cuss in French but he rarely cusses in English. When he does this everyone goes quiet cause he’s either in a lot of pain, very upset, or MAJORLY pissed.

• Him and California are the only two not allowed to be ANYWHERE near guns. (With the Wild West and the Black Panther group, please don’t quote me on this, California would be able to shoot guns frighteningly well. I also believe Loui would be extremely good at shooting guns, like, completely incapacitate someone but still keep them alive. Everyone believes they’d be way too dangerous with a gun. Even Florida won’t give them a gun….sometimes)

• Him and Florida have a pet alligator that they’ve named Kitten. She’s around 8 feet and is the biggest softie ever. When the others hear they’ve got a pet named Kitten, they assume they have a cat and weren’t very creative with the name. They are wrong. Florida and Loui laugh every time they agree to meet Kitten and she’s a big ass gator. Govs the only one who got used to her (surprisingly) cause when they got married (pushing my Flouigov agenda) Kitten would constantly follow Florida or Loui and she eventually started following Gov too since he was there more then the other states and she now sees his as a family member.

New York:

• He LOVES to draw. Like, this man always has a sketchbook on him. Any chance he gets he buys a new one (literally me tho) but they don’t last cause he’s always drawing.

• He’s got hella tattoos. Him and California have the most tattoos out of anyone else in the statehouse. Most of the states believed New York had the most tattoos until there was a pool party at the statehouse and they saw Californias.

• Him and Colorado are surprisingly friends. They’re hiking buddies and like to go exploring together. New York likes hiking with Colorado cause he’s allowed to climb pretty much everything. Colorado likes hiking with York cause he’s one of the only people who can keep up with him.

• Him and Jersey like to act like they hate each other, but they’re actually twins and they’re really close. They created different signals (hand placement, facial expressions, pencil/pen placement) to have silent conversations in the middle of a meeting. They’ve started randomly laughing while Gov or one of the other states were talking and had to leave the room to stop. Everyone was very confused.

• Begged Illinois to go see the Chicago rat hole and when Illinois finally agreed he was super excited. He took so many pictures and even left some money there. He cried when he found out someone filled it.

• Him and California have a black oriental cat that they’ve named Gremlin. He’s so stupid and they love him very much.

Texas:

• Him, Jersey, and North Dakota all garden and they love to go to one of their houses and plant new plants that they bought while shopping alone cause they have no self control- (Jersey is the garden state and North Dakota is the peace garden state)

• He has a red dun quarter horse with white blaze and sock markings (yes I looked it up cause I had a very specific image in my head) named Janie. He likes go horseback riding a lot since it calms it down.

• He’s also got an Australian shepherd named Buck (I know so original) but the funny part is she’s a girl. She learned to nip at people’s feet when they call her a he and Texas finds that hilarious. When he says she has an attitude, he means it. She’s also like an emotional support dog for him which honestly he needs. This boy got hella trauma-

• This man is deathly terrified of big crowds. If he can’t easily get to an exit he starts to panic. And when I say panic I mean p a n i c. He started crying and having a panic attack after a meeting cause he was too tired to teleport and everyone kinda crowded around the door to talk. It was made even worse when they started crowding him to make sure he was ok. Buck ended up not leaving his side for a while after that, even going to meetings. If she saw people crowding the door she’d go up to them and bark till they left.

Sorry this is a bit late! My teacher threw a random test at us and I still haven’t finish it💀

[spacexcowgirl]

hiii rose <3 for the ask game: 📷 💛 and 🌸 !!!

hi laurie <3 ty ty

📷 : what’s set as your phones lockscreen?

currently it’s just this sun and moon picture thing, and I truly don’t know why. for months it was my cat, which was much cuter, but then I got another cat and I can never get good pictures of them together and I felt bad only having one as my lockscreen :/ so sun & moon it is

💛 : do you have any piercings?

I do yes! currently have 7 (helix, ears, nostril, septum, & nipples) used to have 8 (double helix) but the one closed when I had to take all my piercings out for a surgery :/

I surprisingly don’t think I want anymore either?? if I got anything it would be more in my ears, but I hate how long ears take to heal, so we will see.

🌸 : what’s the nicest compliment you’ve ever received?

god I don’t even know. I have such a bad memory and feel like there is an obvious one that i’m missing but. I don’t know.

I mean a lot of the comments on my fics are just very sweet, it feels really nice when someone compliments my prose or writing style because i’m not always super confident in it but yeah!

[thatfreshi]

Could you do Markiplier x fem faceless YouTuber reader headcanons? Like him dealing with pressure for reader to do a face reveal and stuff

I went ahead and made this a full-fleshed story, hope you don't mind!

There’s a lot of strange ideas about what the modern power couple looks like. Sometimes it’s two typical celebrities, sometimes it’s a duo of jacks-of-all-trades, and sometimes it’s the most noticeable and the least noticeable YouTube stars on the planet. You and Mark have been together for a while now, and his viewers know that, but yours don’t. You appear in videos of his all the time, all-the-while keeping your own channel a secret from nosey subscribers of Markiplier. It’s not like you don’t want to be known, you just don’t want to be known for being his girlfriend. So, instead of your channel and your real life sharing the same persona, you’ve always kept the two separate. That is, until the rumors started. I guess it’s hard to call them rumors if they’re true, but people have started pointing out that you sound very similar to this faceless content creator, and it’s been the only thing filling Mark’s comments section as of recent.

“It’s fine, I really don’t mind. You don’t have to come out and say anything.”

“Yeah, but doesn’t it get annoying? The comments aren’t even about the videos anymore, they’re all just conspiracy theories about how you’re dating this YouTuber.”

“Y/n, all I care about is making content that I enjoy, and that other people can enjoy. If that’s what they wanna spend their time talking about, then so be it.”

You sigh and lean back on the couch, a million thoughts racing in your mind. What if they find a picture somewhere on the internet? What if they somehow connect your channel and his? What if-

“Hey, y/n, I’m telling you it’s gonna be okay.”

You catch your breath, trying to block out the anxious thoughts. After a couple breaths, the idea comes to you, the solution.

“I think… I think I have to do a face reveal. I have to get ahead of this before it’s a New York Times article.”

“No one is making you do that y/n, it doesn’t matter if anyone finds out, it’ll blow up and then in a week no one will care.”

“Yeah, and then again, what if people only think I’m successful because we’re dating? Like what if they think you’re buying my subscribers or something?”

He sighs, realizing that you won’t be able to let this go until the two of you find a solution. It’s true that while it doesn’t matter, people won’t ever actually stop talking about it unless you guys address it.

“Well, then I think I have an idea.”

After a couple hours of planning, you and Mark set up a stream where both of you can go live with the same set-up. If you’re going to announce the relationship, you might as well make it live to address anyone’s thoughts before they take it to Twitter.

“Are you sure you want to do this? Because we don’t have to.”

“I appreciate it Mark, but I think it’s time to get it all out there.”

You guys both give an understanding look to each other, the nervousness beaming through your eyes. He holds one of your hands in his, gives it a kiss, and prepares to go live. 

“Hey guys, so we just wanted to hop on really quick to make an announcement, at y/n’s request, and we just wanted to confirm that we are dating, and that my girlfriend does in fact have her own faceless channel.”

“I just wanted it to come from us before rumors got out of hand and I didn’t want to lie about anything, but if you guys have any questions, that’s what this is for.”

You both go silent for a moment, letting the comments roll in, waiting for the trolls and the insults, but it was surprisingly tame.

‘I knew it!’

‘Omg, youtube power couple.’

And many other positive things came in the chat. You give Mark a look of surprise, and he shrugs, unsure of what to say.

“I mean, I guess if no one is confused, why don’t we play a game or something?”

Mark nods.

“Yeah, yeah why not.”

In an anticlimactic turn of events, you and Mark sit down and play from free games online, and basically make it into a hangout stream. Apparently you were worried for nothing, and honestly? That’s probably for the best.

[mygloviesme]

cool about it. || myg

no. 7: ask you easy questions

predebut/debut!yoongi x female idol

summary: kanako is an established idol with a growing career and a secret relationship with a producer from her label, haneul. when she’s asked to work with yoongi and rm to create a track for her, she gains unexpected feelings for a certain upcoming rapper. with her increasing fame, her controlling boyfriend, a set of six boys who seem to have grown an attachment to her, and a new boy who’d give her the world, how will she figure out a way to balance it all?

(definitely inspired by boygenius)

word count: 2.7k

genre: ANGST, friends(?) to lovers, slow burn, lots of pining, slight fluff

chapter warnings: toxic relationship (not w/myg), mentions of mental health, mentions of grooming&abuse (not w/myg)

inspo song: TV by billie eilish

"dont know where you are right now, did you see me on TV?"

MARCH 3RD, 2012, 6:16PM

It’s been a long fifteen days in this building. Paparazzi and reporters have practically staked outside, harassing whoever comes in and out. Which is why all the non-staff members have stayed inside. Which means me and the boys. When they’ve gone to the studio or to dance rehearsal, I usually keep to myself in the confined spaces of my dorm room.

Sometimes I walk to the break room to grab a snack or two since now it’s fully stocked with less mouths to feed. Or I roam the barren hallways, or stare at the ceiling and think. But as we know, me and pure silence are not a match made in heaven. 

Sometimes I feel myself inching towards my phone, wanting to just look. To turn it on and see exactly what’s happening. What I don’t already know from TV. Surprisingly enough, people love to watch pictures of me in a restaurant, crying. Or the CCTV footage of me yelling at Haneul, crying. Or the leaked photos of us making out in the hallway of this very building. I like to avoid that hallway for obvious reasons, feeling like I can still imagine myself with his hands in my hair and tongue all over my neck. It used to make me feel butterflies, thinking of how he would touch me. But now I get nauseous, thinking of the girls much younger than me he did the same things with. 

It’s not jealousy, it’s disgust. Like I can feel him all over me. It makes my skin crawl and I’ve spent precious hours in the shower scrubbing and scrubbing whatever he rubbed off on me. But no matter how hard I try, how hard I try not to think of it, he’s still there. Looking down at me, ready to suck down my innocence. His hand is still on my wrist, grabbing me so I can be wrapped around his finger once again. It makes me wince and gag. 

So, as soon as I hear the loud footsteps of the seven boys down the hallway, I swing my door open every time, including this one. 

“Kanako!” Some yell in unison. My body is draped on the door frame, trying to look like I hadn’t been waiting for them to be done for the last few hours. All I care about is that they’re here now. My lips curl into a bright smile, “Wanna hang out?” 

Jungkook shoves through the group, his arm swinging over my shoulder. “Do you even have to ask anymore?” He says and turns to me. I reply with a playful eye roll and we pile into what is now Yoongi, Namjoon, Seokjin, and Hoseok’s dorm. They decided to split it by age, with much opposition from Taehyung. 

Seokjin is quick to open the fridge and Hoseok follows. Jin passes cans of soda to him, both of them carrying armfuls. They proceed to hand them out to each of us, thank yous being heard from around the room. Hoseok gives me the last soda, this one being Sprite instead of the Pepsi like the rest of them got. 

“Your favorite.” He grins and I give him a quick caress on the shoulder as a thank you. 

We all scatter around the bunk beds, opening our soda’s and drinking quietly. 

“You know Kanako,” Jimin says mid-sip, eyeing me. “You can hang in our dorms even if we’re gone.”

Namjoon coughs, “Their dorm. Not ours.” He says, and before I think he’s being serious he cracks a smile, causing laughter to bounce around the room. While we sit for a few seconds more, my eyes travel to Yoongi. He seems to be in his own world, unaware I’m currently ogling him. We haven’t spoken about the almost-to-be kiss, or actually, not spoken at all. He’s been rather reserved when it comes to me, and I can’t help but think it’s my fault. 

I should’ve never tried to kiss him. It just made everything that much more complicated, and complicated is something I definitely don't need right now. Neither does he, I’m sure of it. Maybe he just wants to act like it never happened, to preserve our friendship. Right?

At least that’s what I tell myself to sleep soundly at night. 

I do, sometimes, think of a reality where he’s just nervous. He needs me to initiate something. But I can’t, I refuse. It hasn’t been very long since I’ve been apart from Haneul and he still manages to come up in my mind more often than I’d like. I’ve been doing therapy sessions on call instead of going to Hana’s office. Just to, you know, avoid the bombarding of the press.

Things have been going well though, we’ve had some breakthroughs. Well, one. That one being that Haneul groomed me, which was a word I had never heard of before. It definitely hit me like a bag of bricks, leaving me idle for days on end. It’s not a conclusion I would’ve ever come to myself, not even if you locked me in my room for, well, fifteen days straight. I was so convinced that I had a part in that relationship, like that’s what it was. A relationship. He had me convinced we were a couple, never calling it what it really was. Hana explained to me the power dynamics that were at play, which took a few more other explanations from her so I could understand. I wasn’t completely oblivious to the oddness of our age gap, but I never considered that it was wrong.

That he was the one who was in the wrong. 

Even now it still takes me a moment to believe it, but Hana said healing isn’t linear. Progress isn’t linear. That’s definitely comforted me the most. 

She’s also brought up the subject of abuse, which I don’t think I’m quite ready to delve into yet. That one realization alone was enough to knock me on my ass for a good minute. 

“Let’s order food!” Jungkook blurts out, cracking the quietness that once was. 

“Good idea, I’ll order.” I say and reach into my back pocket for my wallet, Seokjin giving it a gentle slap so it rests on my legs. “Uh!” I exclaim in shock. 

“No, no. No, no, no, no. This one's on me.” He gives me a cheeky smirk. Jungkook clenches his teeth in irritation, “Nice one, hyung.” He says. 

“Oh, you’ll get ‘em next time.” I assure Jungkook with a quick pat on his thigh. He slouches and loops his arm around his stomach, using the other to go back to scrolling on his phone. 

MARCH 3RD, 2012, 7:03PM

The food has finally arrived, thanks to a staff member here. I thank her with a quick bow and grab the bags filled with boxes of jajangmyeon, closing the door behind me. I turn around with one bag in each hand, lifting them up in excitement. 

“Success!” I exclaim. They all clap with enthusiasm, surrounding the small dining table. I pass around the boxes and glaze over their hungry faces, making me laugh in response. As I hand the second-to-last box to Jungkook, he grabs it from my hand quickly, “Okay, let’s not eat my hand now.” I say before settling down with my own box in between Jungkook and Hoseok. 

They all dig in hungrily, just the noise of styrofoam and slurping being heard. Before I start eating I look to the table, basking in the image of them enjoying their food happily. It’s an odd sight but it’s one that makes me feel like I’m at home. They’re starting to feel like family with how much we’re around each other, and I don’t mind it. Well, I do. Just a tad. It’s scary to grow a connection with someone else again, but with seven? Is it a disaster waiting to happen?

Before I start to assemble my food, Hoseok leans over and does it for me. With a mouth full of food he pours the black bean sauce over my noodles, taking my chopsticks and stirring it up for me. Once he’s done with that, he takes the container of pickled radish and places it in a circle around my jajangmyeon perfectly. I give him a loving peck on the cheek, “Thank you very much.”

“Hoseok coming to the rescue, everyone.” Jungkook says, his voice muffled from his chewing. 

“I’ll let you do it next time, Kookie.” I smile as I take a bite of my food. 

“We have pet names now, do we?” Namjoon chuckles. 

I nod eagerly, “Oh, it’s a must, Joonie. Jiminie, Kookie, Hobi, Jinnie, Tae, and…” I pause, looking over to an unamused Yoongi who keeps his eyes down at his food. The rest of the boys wait at the edge of their seats, “Well, what’s Yoongi’s?” Jimin asks, blushing. 

“I’m not sure he’d like one.” I say with more attitude than I initially wanted. It surprised me too, I know. 

Ooh’s are heard from around the table, Namjoon giving Yoongi a pat on the back. And finally, the young rapper looks in my direction. He sets down his chopsticks and sighs in defeat, 

“What is it?” He mutters. 

My face grows with an excited smile, “Kitty.” 

All the boys throw themselves in a fit of laughter, their faces growing more red as they do. I see Jungkook holding his stomach, wiping the tears away from his face. I look back to Yoongi who has stayed still, his expression still the same. 

“Kitty? Kanako…How did you even..” Namjoon chokes out, slapping his hand over his mouth to stop himself from laughing when he notices Yoongi. The group takes a second to gather themselves, taking deep breaths to calm themselves down. Hoseok makes a ‘tsk’ sound with his mouth and picks at his pickled radish, still baffled. 

“Because he looks like a cat.” I say, and that makes everyone at the table turn in Yoongi’s direction to analyze his features. I see it..Jungkook whispers. The boys seem to agree and I shrug, crunching on a piece of radish. “Does that mean you’ll call me kitty from now on?” Yoongi says rather quietly. 

I nod, “I think so, yeah.” And he shakes his in response. 

The group returns to popcorning their conversations while I sit in merriment. Taehyung takes a poke at Jungkook, Jungkook snaps to Taehyung, Namjoon throws his hands up to obtain the piece. It’s like clockwork. Jimin makes a slight innuendo which turns Namjoon’s expression humorless, Seokjin scolds him for speaking like that in front of a woman and says he’ll never get a wife with that mouth, you know, the usual stuff. Hoseok usually chimes in once in a while with a quick giggle or a gasp. He’s the best at keeping a conversation interesting. He’s like the soundtracks they play in the back of American TV shows. 

But Yoongi is always quiet. Even when they try to poke fun, or ask him something, he’s short and only lets out breath-like chuckles. He’s usually much more expressive during the day, so I assume he’s just winding down at times like these. 

I think they like that I sit back and enjoy their bickering, sometimes Jungkook even looks over to me for confirmation. But I stay quiet, unwilling to get involved in their endless bickering. 

As boxes empty and soda cans drain, we pick up our mess and clean up. Luckily, it’s all trash and no dishes, sparing me the work. I’ve become their dishwasher ever since that night, but it makes me feel good that they rely on me. I feel needed. We don't need to move the table to create space anymore since the rooms, like Bang-PD said, are indeed more spacious than their old one. Instead we sit between the large carpeted area between their bunk beds and Seokjin takes it upon himself to grab the remote for the tv. 

Yes, the TV. We have those now, which is nice to pass the time as I mentioned earlier. He turns it on and it broadcasts the news immediately, the same story being told once again. 

The female reporter is talking about me and Haneul, “Is she a young seductress who took advantage of the famous producer to climb her way to the top? Or-” Jin fumbles with the remote before switching the channel quickly, an uncomfortable stillness thickening the space between us all. I purse my lips and look down to my thighs, all their eyes unmoving from me. 

“Does everyone want to rent Titanic?” Jin says and clears his throat, cutting through the quietude. “Good idea…” I say quietly. He clicks on the movie and Taehyung gets up to turn off the lights, settling back into the top bunk as he’s done. No one really speaks or says a word after that, our eyes stuck on the screen with a slight awkwardness swirling through the air. The movie plays and plays and plays and although Titanic is a good movie, in my opinion, It’s also over three hours long. And no one, I’m aware, is really that interested in it.  

Yoongi sits inches away from me, one fist resting under his chin for support and the other draped over his leg. I lean onto the dresser behind me and place my hand over my stomach, my other hand close to Yoongi’s leg. I look back up to the TV again, the scene where Rose meets Jack for the first time. She’s holding onto the railing of the ship, ready to jump. 

It makes me think back to when I ran into Yoongi that night. It felt like I had jumped, leaped into another world. That night felt so prolonged yet final. When Haneul had ultimately met me at my wits end, stripping me of everything I had. I felt naked in that cold, winter air in front of him. Who knew someone could lack that much care for another? It must make him something no shorter than evil. 

I hear Yoongi adjust his body, his hand that was once on his chin now resting next to mine. We’re now pinky to pinky. Such a cliche. I inch my hand closer. If I’m the one that has to make the first move, I’ll reluctantly do so. 

I stop moving and sit there, waiting to see if he’d catch on to what I was doing. I act like I’m focused intently on the movie before trying to sneakily switch my gaze to his. 

But he’s already looking at me. 

I lurch my hand away subtly in shock, my cheeks flushing scarlet and leaning back into the dresser. I lean my head down just a tad, as if trying to hide my face from his. I’m embarrassed, very embarrassed indeed. What if he thinks I’m being ridiculous? 

He cautiously moves closer to me before leaning to my ear, “Were you trying to hold my hand?” He whispers oh, so quietly. 

I clench my jaw. “No. Maybe. Were you trying to hold my hand?” I whisper back. 

He chuckles faintly, “Only if you were.” He says and travels his head back to where he was. 

He places his hand back down on the carpet and so do I, gaining the courage to fold my pinky over his. And in a sudden movement he flips my hand with his, interlocking them together. I should feel butterflies, and I do, but the delicate moment is over before I know it. I get anxiety as his thumb rubs my hand affectionately, feeling like I shouldn’t be doing this.

His touch is too much, it’s too…caring? This isn’t something I deserve. Something I can’t control or contain, it’s dangerous. It’s risky. My company is in shambles because of me and I’m already giving in to another person? Maybe I am a seductress, a femme-fatale. One who devours every man she meets, ready to corrupt and ruin them. 

I’m overthinking again, I’m getting ahead of myself. 

Breathe, Kanako, Breathe. This is okay. This is slow. This is nice. This is exactly what you deserve.

 Breathe. 

And so that’s exactly what I do, and it feels like another breakthrough. One that may seem too soon, but it’s just enough to fill my cup before it spills over the brim. It brings me with a heavy heart, but the feeling of his tightening hold lifts it right back up. 

“You okay?” He whispers once again, and I take a deep breath to release the tension that was beginning to feel like a tight chokehold. 

I rest my head on his shoulder softly, “Now I am.” 

click here to read more of this story!

[thenotsosecretdiaryofbiyu]

2024年7月13日– 台北 101

Today, we all went to the biggest building in Taiwan! Although it might not be the biggest in the world anymore, it’s still the biggest and bestest in my heart. Too bad my loyalty gets me nothing but overpriced souvenirs (I spent like twenty USD on some square-shaped mints and paper smh). What’s most surprising though is that I don’t think I’ve really processed that I’ve been there. Like, we showed up and I was happy, and I took pictures, and I posed for those pictures, but I don’t think I’ve truly realized that I went to one of the largest buildings on the PLANET. 不過，算是每一棟摩天大樓都一樣--太高了。Actually, I don’t think I’ve really realized I’m in Taiwan yet. Probably because everyone in the group is only speaking English ;_;

Honestly, food has been the hardest part of this trip. It’s difficult for me to go out with my peers and enjoy the experience, because there is often little to nothing (filling) for me to eat at any of the restaurants everyone wants to go to. I’ve been trying to not complain too much, because I don’t want to hamper the others’ experiences with my unhappiness and dissatisfaction, but I’ve really just been eating bread or sweets, and lots of them (which unfortunately, I am not in love with either of those things and neither are really filling). 至少找鷄蛋，鴨蛋等等都很容易. And although I’m not in love with eggs either, I’ll take all the non-bread food I can get. I just want to eat lots of tofu, and surprisingly that’s been difficult to find on the restaurant menus I’ve visited with some of the others (the noodle shop we visited literally only had one vegetarian option and it was only noodles in a peanut sauce). It’s gotten to the point that I've had to resort to compromising my morals and eating some fish these past few days because I just needed something more substantial.

For the sake of my waistline (and sanity!), I've decided I’m probably going to start eating out alone more often. I’m pretty sure that the lack of healthy food I’ve been eating recently has been making my jet lag and my mood so much worse. There’s definitely TONS of vegetarian friendly restaurants in the area– they’re just one google maps search away! Plus, I also want to start practicing my Mandarin a lot more than I have been, and I think going out alone would be the best way to do that. 看起來火鍋是個不錯的選擇。我從機場接我的朋友，她帶我去臺北地下街的一家火鍋店，找素食非常容易！ I’m also going to try to make my way to one of the supermarkets in the area to buy some healthy snacks and maybe some food to keep on me for the tour activities that drop us off in non-vegetarian friendly places.

(今天臺北101活動後，我的小組成員一起參觀了臺北101附屬的百貨公司。在餐廳我走到第一個看到飯館的服務員，問了站在桌子后面的男人， “這裏有素食碼？” 他説 “沒有。” 然後我再問他，“那，附近有任何地方嗎？” 他回答說，“都沒有。“

蠻可惜的，我只想吃好吃的台灣菜！怎麽辦？！只好一個人找到一些素食餐館！）

Academic Reflection

The main thing that stuck out to me from the reading was the number 8 being used so much in the construction of the Taipei 101 building. If I hadn’t read the article, there was no way I would have known about all the auspicious numerological elements that were incorporated into it! On that topic, it’s been interesting to see all the different lucky numbers here in Taiwan. My favorite is the triple 6, because it’s perhaps the biggest culture shock a tourist from America could ask for! Thankfully, I already knew it was a lucky number here that possessed none of the evil connotations that it does in The States, or else I probably would have been shocked to see it on so many license plates lol. Liu liu liu! Hopefully lots of money (and vegetarian food) will be liu-ing my way soon.

(*Author’s Note: It must have worked! I went to the Family Mart after we all got back from the 夜市 tonight, and I found a vegetarian meat floss sandwich! That’s def gonna be my go-to from now on!)

Strangely enough, I really did NOT like the vibe I got from the big ball on the 88th floor. I don’t know why, but something about being near something that heavy, and just knowing it’s responsible for the building’s safety, makes me feel uneasy. An 800 ton sphere? I don’t even weigh a TENTH of a single ton! Get that awe-inspiring work of human ingenuity away from me (please). The building itself is cool though, too bad all the stores in the mall section seemed to only carry brands WAY out of my budget’s price range lol. The stat I would really like to know though, is how much money the tourism aspects of the Taipei 101 center bring in. Like if everyone’s buying the cute little 101-shaped bottles, then you can just imagine!

[candlewaxandp0lar0ids]

I love all your jealousy jealousy works there all so good. My favorite so far is the Felix one. I’m genuinely curious, are you planing to make a part two? I’m intrigued to see what happens next in all of them but I also understand if there’s no continuation. There all so good and I can tell you put a lot of hard work into them ❤️ you did amazing

Hi! Sorry for the late answer. So, if I wrote more for this universe, I would do more of a series for it, rather than a part two. The thing is, for what I'm picturing I'd want to alternate POVs between the two from one chapter to another, so I need to plan ahead quite a bit lol (but I really really want to write it...). Anyway it's definitely a possibility but nothing is set in stone just yet!

If you're curious, I had written this quick summary/opening for the story:

“The first time you see Lee Felix, he’s sitting next to Bang Chan — yes, the Bang Chan, captain of the swimming team who’s taken the school to the nationals twice now ��, dyed blonde hair looking like a halo, nose scrunched up as he laughs with that surprisingly deep laugh of his. You don’t think he even registers your existence then; you’re just dropping by to say hi to Jisung anyway, you’re not taking it personally.

The last time you see Lee Felix, two people are having to physically drag him from Bang Chan, who’s sitting on the floor, nose bleeding, and there are tears of angers in his eyes. He’s expelled a few days later, drops off the face of the Earth, and everyone carefully avoids the subject, especially around Chan.

And then, well, you see him again, but years have passed, and he’s not really the Felix you used to know anymore.”

Thank you for the ask :)

[which-hospital]

This is the least enthusiastic I’ve felt about Casualty spoilers in forever. I'm concerned and I'm worried and we don't even have the security of finding out what happens next with tomorrow's spoilers. I got rambly so it's all below the cut:

I’m sat here trying to figure out if this is likely to actually end up with Sah leaving or if it’s gonna be a classic “Jan won’t let you resign” moment. I mean, when we were talking about there being too many paramedics, I was very certain that Sah wouldn’t be leaving. But on the other hand; there are still too many paramedics, it can’t be Jan or Teddy leaving anymore because all that stuff is happening with them, and I have said that the longer that Teddy won’t talk to Sah the more it feels like they’ll never be able to be friends again and what can they realistically do with the two of them from there? I guess we can’t really know how Arin Smethurst’s contract works, but if they agreed to a one-year contract when they joined and then a second one last year, we would be around the end of that second contract now (and Enough, which is the end of Sah’s first proper storyline and which could’ve been written differently so that Sah would leave, was around when the first contract would’ve ended). What To Watch seems to think that the hiatus starts next week, which is weird because we’ll only have 11/12 episodes of Driving Force by then. I thought that we might be getting no episode next week and then the end of Driving Force after that and then the hiatus but seems like this is it and that does have me worried that Sah could actually be going. I could swear that I’ve seen pictures of Arin on-set too recently for Sah to not continue on the show after this but I’m time blind and bad at maths so who knows.

What To Watch’s spoilers for the second episode are surprisingly lacking in detail. I will say I think it is gonna be a relatively low-amounts-of-hospital episode. The pictures we’ve seen from it are either in Switzerland or in Jan’s house. I’m quite concerned about where Teddy is at like emotionally. His whole relationship is a mess (and he must be at least semi-self-aware about that), he won’t talk to his best friend and now his uncle is probably going to die and he’s going to phone the police on his auntie. I don’t think he’s doing great.

I really hope that Sah isn’t leaving because I love them but also just because this is a really interesting place to put Teddy in when considering his friendship with Sah. The last (and only other, that I can think of) time that Teddy was really, properly upset at Sah to the point of not wanting to talk to them, it was all that stuff to do with Jan’s hearing - which just feels interesting considering he’s now going to report Jan to the police. But then, I thought they were in an interesting place right at the start of series 38 too, Teddy trying to deal with disagreements in his family that he doesn’t really understand or know what’s happened felt a lot like where he was at when he originally joined the show but instead of using that in an interesting way to inform his actions in the storyline with Sah and Paige, we got a shock proposal (yeah, I’m still not over it).

For me, these spoilers are just: “Your first favourite character is LEAVING and your other favourite character is CONTINUING TO CONCERN YOU EMOTIONALLY”. What a week, please let’s just go back to Teddy getting shot. (That sounds like I want him to get hurt, no, I just want “nobody’s ever done anything like that for me before, I won’t forget it” and “I won’t forget your birthday ever again, will I?” back.)

[call-sign-shark]

Hi, Shark! I paused for a while my chaotic morning. I didn't stopped since 7am (it's 2pm here now) and my back said, bitch, calm down 😂. So, I listened to my body, I'm in bed now, and I decided to send you something I thought yesterday:

Would Heaven fall in love with the other Arthur (Rat's Arthur)? And vice versa, what about Rat and canon! Arthur?

I know they're the same character, but still there are differences between both of them.

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Hey baby Flor, thank you so much for your awesome question because this is so clever and got me thinking a lot. But before answering, I hope you are feeling better and that your back doesn’t hurt anymore. I’m sending you a wild Alfie to massage your sore back! 😌

Regarding Modern!Arthur, even if I try to keep him as canon as possible, the modern context in which he evolves ultimately changes a lot of things in his character. For example, even with anger management issues he cannot just go in a boxing ring and kill a boy with his bare fists without the slightest consequences. Same goes for slashing someone’s face out of jealousy. Regarding his mental illnesses, they also have to be kept under a minimum of control to fit our modern society. While we still need to make progress in treatments of mental illnesses, the access to therapy is easier nowadays than it was in the 1920’s. Which explains why he has some kind of self-control, and is less prone to emotional outbursts than his Peaky Blinders Self. Taking this into account, we can conclude that they are different. Now we can answer the question properly.

Heaven and Modern!Arthur: In a modern setting, they would still fall for each others. I like to think them as soul mates who find each other in every life. Moreover she has this supernatural ability to calm down wild spirits, which is something Arthur needs even in a modern setting. They would meet right after his divorce with Linda, and would have helped him overcome his drug addictions — contrary to the canon!version in which he kinda cheats on Linda with her but is also already clean. Besides, she is also quick witted and bratty, which are traits he appreciates a lot. I guess she’s just more subtle than Rat, who goes full berserk 🤣

Also, what kind of job Modern!Heaven would have? War doctor, forensic doc, nurse, something else?

Rat and canon!Arthur: Here comes the trouble. Arthur and Rat would not fall in love with each other. At least not in a conventional way. Rat is too brutal and unpredictable, while Arthur lacks of control and is mentally unstable, so they would end up fighting with fists for real. Also, Rat would not be able to bring the softness and care Arthur needs. I don’t think he would be happy with a brutal and straight-forward girlfriend. Imo, Arthur needs a woman with an iron fist in a velvet glove. Someone who’s soft, gentle with him, but who’s still in charge. That’s partly why the first version of Heaven could not work — she was way too similar to Rat.

I can picture them meeting on the boxing gym, beating the shit out of each other regularly (like. Really hard.), and then getting high and drunk together, maybe fucking rough like animals, but they won’t be good for each other. Rat is also a very traumatized character: she would not be able to carry both her past and Arthur’s trauma/problems on her shoulders. Surprisingly, they wouldn’t hate each other. Pretty sure they could even grow close. But ultimately their relationship would be quite destructive and I don’t think their love-story would end well. *coughs* Rat would prolly overdose or get killed during a boxing fight *cough*

Note: Rat is shaking Modern!Arthur like a tree while yelling “eh see? She called you Rat’s Arthur. You’re my property now, dumbass. Go make me mojito.”

• Heaven is reader in the ongoing Arthur Shelby x Reader!OC séries Heaven in Your Eyes || Latest chapter here

• Rat is reader in the Modern!Arthur Shelby concept Loose Cannon.

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WAAHHH ange i am so sorry to keep asking questions about your ship but i am just so curious so if you don’t mind i have a few more for you + satosugu!

did you go into your relationship w/ suguru knowing that poly might be a possibility?

you said you and gojo didn’t like each other immediately haha so what was the dynamic like around that time and how did you start warming up to each other?

manon, you're so so cute, thank you so much for dropping by with more satosugu questions, i LOVE ranting about my two fave men (just don't tell them, their egos are already inflated enough <3)

i honestly did not expect my relationship with sugu to evolve into a poly one! when we were fwb first, i suspected him and 'toru could've been something but i didn't mention anything since we were not really dating back then. when we became exclusive though, he introduced satoru right away as his close friend. i didn't want to assume but i thought there was something between them - geto confessed they experimented before i entered the picture, and i have my great suspicion sugu intended for me and 'toru to fall in love all along :CC he knows us too well sigh . . .

me and satoru's relationship is a funny story 'cause i think we have such similar personalities, we saw each other as rivals competing for sugu's attention and didn't get along eueueueu </3 so silly. sometimes sugu would ask to wait for him at his place, just the two of us, and we'd always get into an argument ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ we finally put a stop to our bickering when sugu was sent away for a solo mission abroad, and i ended up helping satoru with his mission instead of his best friend. we realized we have a lot more in common when we're not being petty towards each other, and bonded over making sugu's life miserable instead ૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა (jk we love him very much) we kind of became friends first, until one drunk confession (i am not allowed tequila anymore rip </3) sent everything spiraling . . . 'toru was surprisingly sweet when he heard me slurring "i like you" :CC he's disgustingly cute when he wants to be.