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truthfulpoint · 6 months ago

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Friends take turns massaging each other

After finishing college, I moved into my grandparents' basement so I could save some money and sort out what I wanted to do with my life. I had grown up thinking I would be the next Stephen King, and I selected my college courses accordingly. Unfortunately I let myself run out of runway before I realized that particular dream wasn't going to make it off the ground. Now was the time to re-group before making my next move.

Most of my friends had vacated our hometown after high school, so I found myself spending my evenings on instant messenger striking up conversations with people I had known and lost touched with before school had even ended—usually after sneaking out into the backyard to smoke a bowl. I was a late bloomer where drugs and alcohol were concerned; I didn't have my first drink until my freshman year of college, and I didn't smoke weed until my fifth year.

I had always been reserved, especially when it came to girls, but I quickly found that the combination of weed and instant messaging worked for me like spinach did for Popeye. Online dating was just starting to become a thing, so I was also honing my skills on sites like Plenty of Fish and OKCupid, but to be completely honest—pickings were slim. I grew up in a small town in West Michigan. Great for raising kids; not so great if you were a dude in your mid-20s looking for a date on a Friday night.

That was how I ended up reconnecting with Larissa. She was in a similar living situation: She had married young and moved back into her parents' house after she caught her husband cheating. Larissa and I had dated in high school. We'd had sex twice when we were both too young for that to be anything but awkward, and our relationship had kind of fizzled out after that. Talking to her now, under such different circumstances, I thought presented an opportunity for both of us to have a little excitement with someone we were already semi-familiar with, and she seemed to be feeling the same way. In fact, it was Larissa who first turned one of our IM conversations toward intimacy and the things that we missed now that we were both single. Naturally, I invited her over to watch a movie—this was back when Netflix came in the mail. I gave her a massage, and we ended the night taking turns going down on each other.

But that's another story.

About a week later, Larissa mentioned to me over IM that her friend Alicia was home to visit her parents for a while. The girls were bored hanging out at Larissa's, and they wondered what I was up to. Of course I had nothing going on, so I invited them over.

I had known Alicia almost as long as I had known Larissa, but I probably could have counted the one-on-one conversations I'd had with her on one hand. She was one of those friend-of-a-friend girls that I was always aware of but never paid much attention to. They were of similar height (roughly 5'5" or so) and body type. Larissa had strawberry blonde hair, cut above her shoulders. Her boobs were bigger than they had been the last time I saw her, and her hips were a bit wider, but she obviously took care of her body. Alicia had been a bigger girl in high school, but she had lost some weight in the years since I had seen her last. She was still bigger in the waist than Larissa, but her chest was a bit smaller. Alicia had dark brown hair that hung down between her shoulder blades, and a round, pretty face.

Both girls knew that I had been pretty straightlaced in high school, so Larissa was almost gleeful when she told Alicia that I had started smoking weed.

"Now I'm a stereotype," I said. "A stoner living alone in his grandparents' basement."

The girls laughed. We were seated on the couch in front of a fake fireplace. It had lights that pulsed and flickered behind a brown, red, and yellow piece of plastic that was meant to look vaguely like fire, but no heat. I was seated on the right side of the couch, Alicia on the left, with Larissa in the middle.

"Have either of you smoked before?"

"A few times," Larissa said.

Alicia nodded. "Only like twice."

"Want to smoke now?"

The girls exchanged a glance, and Alicia shrugged her shoulders. "Sure," she said.

"Let's do it," Larissa said.

Feeling like teenagers, we crept up out of the basement and out the backdoor. I packed us a bowl, and we passed it around. It was pretty obvious that Larissa and Alicia were not regular smokers just from the way they held the lighter, not to mention the coughing, but they held their own.

Soon enough we were back down on the couch. We were seated in the same configuration, but Larissa was closer to me, leaning into me now, with her body facing outward toward Alicia on the other end of the couch and her head resting on my shoulder. Suddenly I was reminded of a night when we were in high school. The three of us were outside the school after what I believe was a talent show. Larissa and I had dated and broken up weeks earlier, and that night was the start of us getting back together. In that moment on the couch, I remembered Alicia saying something like, "Just kiss already."

Now Larissa was resting her head on my shoulder—not the first time she was showing me affection in front of Alicia, though the vibe was definitely different this time.

Sneaking out to smoke had Larissa and Alicia reminiscing about hiding alcohol in their bedrooms when they were in high school.

"Jimmie never did anything like that," Larissa said, as she elbowed me gently in the stomach. "He was a good boy."

"It's true," I said. "My parents thought I was a pothead at one point, but in reality I was just lazy."

The girls laughed.

"The only thing I hid in my bedroom was porn."

"And girls," Alicia chimed in.

"Yeah, I was one of them." Larissa turned her face toward me and winked.

"That is true," I said.

"Oh, I heard," Alicia said. "You two started young."

"Yeah, yeah," I said.

Larissa and I had been sixteen when we were dating, and we'd had brief, clumsy sex on two separate occasions.

"How old were you when you lost your virginity?" I asked.

"Eighteen," Alicia answered. "Summer before college."

I was already starting to feel pretty relaxed, and I could tell the girls were too. Weed always made me feel horny. Combine that with the warmth of Larissa's body leaning into me and the memory of what had happened the last time she visited, and I could already feel my dick getting hard. I would not have pushed the conversation into this territory under normal circumstances, but at this point my typical reservations and discretion had gone out the window.

"When was the last time you had sex?"

Alicia sighed and laughed. "It's been a while. Five months? Maybe six? I'd have to think about it."

"That's sad," Larissa said.

"Tell me about it." Alicia laughed again. "How long has it been for you?"

Larissa responded, "Well, there's sex and there's oral sex."

We all laughed at that point.

"I guess that's an answer," I said.

"Not really," Alicia said. "Both. Either. How long has it been?"

"Oral sex?" Larissa turned her face toward me. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes bloodshot. "Last week."

"Ooh," Alicia said, raising an eyebrow. "That sounds like a story."

Larissa laughed. "Not really."

"I want to hear it anyway," Alicia said. "I told you, it's been a long time. Give me some excitement."

Larissa looked to me, and I shrugged. At this point, my dick was as hard as a rock. I was game for anything—but I wasn't exactly prepared for how blunt Larissa's response was.

"He gave me a massage, then he ate my pussy."

Alicia's jaw dropped. Apparently she was not prepared for that response either. "Jesus, Larissa!" She laughed.

"What?" Larissa feigned innocence. "You asked!"

Alicia looked to me. "Sounds like a fun time for you."

"No complaints from me." I winked at her. "I like giving massages anyway. Plus have you seen her naked? Her tits are amazing."

"No," Alicia said, smirking, "but I have seen her in a bikini."

"Just look at these things."

I sat up and took hold of the hem of Larissa's white t-shirt, expecting her to swat my hand away. To my surprise she leaned forward slightly, making it easier for me to lift her shirt. I exposed a few inches of belly and paused for a moment, waiting for one of them to stop me. No one said a word, so I pulled her shirt up over her bra. She raised her arms, and I took her shirt off completely. She was wearing a lavender bra that contained her soft, white mounds perfectly.

I tossed Larissa's shirt to the floor and started massaging her shoulders. Larissa moaned, and her head fell forward.

Alicia laughed. "How's that feel?"

"So good," Larissa said.

We sat in silence for a minute while I kept working on Larissa's shoulders. I had taken a few massage courses in college, and I genuinely enjoyed giving massages, so I felt like I knew what I was doing. I even had some organic oil, which I had used on Larissa the week before.

I was watching Alicia's face. Her cheeks were flushed too, and she was openly staring at Larissa's chest. Her lips parted slightly. I had never thought about Alicia in a sexual way, but the look on her face just now made my cock throb. Suddenly I was thinking about her lips, how plump and full they looked, and how good they would feel wrapped around my shaft.

"How long has it been for you?"

Alicia blinked. "What? Sorry ... "

"Oral sex," I said. "How long has it been?"

"Same," she said. "About six months."

She wasn't even looking at me. Her gaze was still locked on Larissa's tits.

"Do you prefer giving or receiving?"

"I like giving head."

Without lifting her head, Larissa chimed in. "She's never had someone go down on her."

"Really?"

Alicia nodded slowly .

"That's a shame," I said.

My response hung in the air a moment as we fell back into a silent reverie—Larissa sitting there in her bra, me rubbing her shoulders and neck, and Alicia watching us. The sexual tension felt like it was getting thicker by the minute. Part of me felt like I could have asked Alicia anything at that point, and she would answer. I thought about asking when was the last time she touched herself. The last time she had an orgasm. What kind of porn she liked.

At the same time, I was enjoying the feel of my hands on Larissa's skin, and based on the way her body was responding to my touch, I thought she might be up for a bit more.

I leaned forward, put my lips close to her ear and asked, "Do you want a real massage?"

Larissa nodded. "Yes, please."

"Let's go then."

Larissa stood up and started walking toward my bedroom, at the opposite end of the basement from the sitting area where we had been hanging out, and I followed suit.

After a few steps, Larissa turned back toward Alicia and said, "Come on, don't stay out here by yourself."

Alicia raised an eyebrow. "I thought you guys might want some privacy."

"It's just a massage," Larissa said, though her tone hinted strongly that was not the case.

"You can help me," I said. "I'll show you some techniques."

That was apparently all the encouragement Alicia needed. She stood up and followed us to the bedroom.

The bedroom I had been calling home was small, dark, and isolated in the back corner of the basement. The lack of egress window kept the room pretty dark even in the middle of the day; at night, it was pitch black. I turned on a reading lamp on the nightstand that had a warm, orange glow—enough to see by without killing the vibe. The bed and nightstand were the only piece of furniture in the room, so Alicia sat on the edge of the bed while Larissa stripped off her socks and jeans. My cock throbbed hard when I saw when she was wearing underneath—a purple thong, the same shade as her bra. She must have felt the need for some modesty at this point, because she got up on the bed and laid face-down before reaching back to unclasp her bra.

I kept the massage oil in a toiletries bag so as not to raise any questions. The toiletries bag was on a wall shelf, with a few other personal items (most of my belongings were in storage at this point). I took in the scene while I was retrieving the oil: Larissa was topless now, lying facedown on the bed; Alicia was sitting on the edge of the mattress, leaning back against the headboard. I couldn't wait to get my hands on her—which is precisely why I could never be a licensed massage therapist. I loved the bare skin, the gentle curves, the bulge of Larissa's breasts pressed against the bedsheet and peeking out on either side of her chest. Larissa had a great body, but from this angle her ass completely stole the show—especially in those thong panties. Her ass cheeks were big, firm, and the same milky white color as her tits. I wanted to smack both cheeks. No, what I really wanted to do was to get in between her legs, spread her cheeks and lick the thin strip of lavender fabric covering her pussy and asshole. Like Larissa had in hiding her bare chest from view, I kept things modest and quasi-professional for the time being.

I placed the bottle on the nightstand and pumped some oil into my palm. After rubbing my hands together to warm them up, I started spreading the oil over Larissa's bare back, moving from her neck down to the small of her back. I added more oil, making sure there was sufficient coverage, then I knelt on the bed beside her and started the massage.

"I start by going along her spine with my fingertips or my thumbs, depending on how I'm feeling."

"OK," Alicia said, shifting position a little so she could see better.

"From the neck, all the way down her back. My palms make more contact on the way back up, along the sides. Like this." With the fingertips of my hands on both sides of her spine, I traced the line down to the small of her back, getting very close to her panties, before spreading out my hands and moving back up to her shoulder blades. "If I feel any knots, I'll spend some focused time there, but this motion is what I come back to. I try to keep contact at all times, so it feels like a continuous motion."

Larissa moaned in approval as I rubbed down toward her ass again, this time going far enough to briefly touch her panties before coming back up.

I turned to Alicia. "If you want to keep this up, I'll work on her legs."

"Sure," Alicia said. Her eyes were on her friend's body—specifically, I think, her lower half.

"If you feel like you need more oil, go ahead."

I pumped some more oil into my hands and moved down to the foot of the bed. I started by spreading oil on her thighs and made my way down to her ankles. Alicia took my place massaging Larissa's back. I watched her movements as I started working on Larissa's ankles. At first her hand motions were hesitant, but with every pass down Larissa's back she seemed to gain confidence. I found myself staring at Alicia's feminine hands, her slender fingers, her manicured nails with their maroon polish, pushing into, over, and against her friend's bare skin. I knew they had never touched like this before, and I could tell that Alicia was getting more turned on as things progressed. She seemed hypnotized by Larissa's body in her hands—and I could hardly blame her.

I turned my attention back to Larissa's legs and began moving up toward her thighs. Keeping tabs on Alicia's movements in my periphery, I matched her tempo and movements, rubbing in an upward motion when she was rubbing down. In my experience in giving solo massages, I had found that by directing my movements toward the center of the woman's body—by, I assumed, pushing blood flow toward her genitals—I was able to generate a heightened sense of arousal. When I gave a massage, I wanted the girl to be silently begging me to fuck her by the time I finally allowed my fingers to make contact with her pussy. Like I said, I could never be an LMT.

If I was an artist, then I wanted this to be my masterpiece. I doubted Larissa and Alicia had ever been in such a sexually charged situation with another girl before. I wanted to build the tension to the point where they lost all inhibitions.

So I took my time, matching Alicia's movements, with both of us rubbing toward the plump mound of Larissa's ass, retreating, getting close to her cheeks and the lavender thong framing them, retreating again. Larissa moaned in ecstasy beneath us. My fingertips reached higher on her thighs with every stroke. Starting at her ankles, I pushed upward with my hands in C-formation, my thumbs running along the inside of her legs, over the rise and fall of her calves, into the valleys behind her knees, and up the back of her thighs toward her ass cheeks. Before making my way back down, I would trace a semi-circle with my thumbs on her inner thighs. This was where the teasing really intensified, as my thumbs crept closer and closer to that lavender strip of fabric covering her labia.

Our combined efforts were having the desired effect. Each time I reached the top of her thighs, Larissa raised her hips slightly from the mattress, providing a little more access to her most sensitive area. As time went on, as my fingertips drew closer to her masked pussy, she became less subtle about presenting herself to me, until eventually she was lifting her hips an inch or two off the bed. Even in the dim light, I could see that her labia had swollen so much it was visible on either of her thong.

On the next pass, I finally let my thumbs make contact with her pussy, just for a second. Larissa moaned and wiggled her butt when I moved my hands away. She knew what I was doing—but it was still working.

Larissa's thong was my boundary now. With each pass, I let my thumbs trace a little of the fabric border, meaning that I was making regular contact with the outer edges of her swollen labia. Alicia must have noticed that I was touching her thong from the bottom, because her strokes were reaching the waistband of Larissa's panties now, tracing the elastic band from the small of her back at the base of her spine outward to her hips before returning to her shoulder blades.

I moved up onto the bed, straddling Larissa's legs, and shifted my focus to her ass cheeks. I started massaging in circular motions so I was spreading Larissa's cheeks with every pass. I traced the underside of her thong's waistband now, matching Alicia's tempo and movements so we were touching the same places at the same time. As a final push, I let my fingertips slip under Larissa's panties. On the next pass, just as I'd hoped, Alicia did the same thing. We did this a couple more times, until Alicia's fingertips touched mine under the waistband of Larissa's thong.

Then I asked the question that I had been waiting to ask.

"Alicia, would you like a massage?"

Alicia froze for a moment, then nodded her head.

"I'm not gonna lie, that looked like it felt pretty damn good."

Larissa sighed dramatically. "Does that mean I have to get up now?"

I gave her ass a playful spank—not as hard as I wanted to, but I did get a delicious little jiggle for my effort.

"Yup, sorry about your luck. Your turn to help out."

"I suppose it's only fair," Larissa said. With exaggerated effort, she pushed herself up from the mattress and sat on the edge. She made no effort to cover her naked breasts; modesty had gone out the window at this point. She looked incredibly sexy in the dim light, with her breasts hanging heavy on her chest, her dark nipples fully erect.

I thought Alicia might be more reluctant to strip down, considering she and I had never been intimate before, but she proved me wrong by quickly and unceremoniously stripping off her pants, socks, and shirt. I had just a moment to take in her curvaceous form before she laid face down on the bed. She was wearing a gray padded bra and black bikini-cut panties. Her belly protruded a little, and her breasts were small for her frame, but from my perspective in the moment she was sexy as fuck. I was nearing the point of requiring physical restraints. My dick had been so hard for so long that it ached. If and when I finally did get some action tonight, I thought I would probably erupt at the first touch.

Like Larissa, Alicia waited to remove her bra until she was face down on the mattress. Just like that, I had two topless girls on my bed. Not how I thought the night would go when I invited them over, but I wasn't complaining.

Larissa moved to the head of the bed, where Alicia had been sitting, but I had other ideas.

"Actually, let me work on her back," I said. "You do her legs."

Larissa acquiesced silently, and we switched positions. I handed her the oil bottle. She pumped some out in her palm, returned the bottle to me so I could do the same, and we got started. Alicia responded to our touch immediately with a soft moan.

As I massaged her back in the same pattern I had demonstrated for her before, I watched Larissa at the foot of the bed. She leaned forward, running her hands up Alicia's legs, her nude breasts swinging gently. My hope in having Larissa massage Alicia's legs was that she would find as much pleasure in the task as I did, and the lust in her expression told me everything I needed to know. She was breathing heavy and biting her lip, and as I watched she never took her eyes off Alicia's ass. Larissa was the perfect student; she moved her hands up and down Alicia's legs using exactly the same motion I had used on her, moving higher on her thighs with every pass, making semi-circles at the apex with her thumbs, getting closer and closer to her panty line.

I tried to take my time and give Alicia a decent massage, but at this point I was in agony. Each pass with my hands down her back went lower and lower, until I was tracing the waistline of her panties. As Larissa followed my lead, I imagined her thumbs grazing Alicia's labia through the thin black fabric of her panties. Every time Larissa's hands reached up the back of her legs, Alicia released a soft moan.

I started letting my fingertips slip inside the waistband of her panties, and Larissa followed suit from below. Alicia lifted her body from the mattress to allow access when Larissa's hands reached the top of her thighs, but I couldn't tell how close Larissa was getting to her pussy.

It was obvious now that the girls were just as into this as I was, so I pushed things a step further. I pulled at the waistband of her panties.

"Why don't we take these off, so we can give a more complete massage."

Alicia responded with a muffled, dreamy, "OK."

Without a word, Larissa started pulling Alicia's panties down over her beautiful, round ass. She tossed them to the floor along with the rest of the girls' clothes, and we returned to our work. Larissa straddled Alicia's legs, just as I had done to her a few minutes earlier, and started working Alicia's ass cheeks. She was staring down between Alicia's legs, and I knew that with every stroke of her hands she was spreading Alicia's pussy lips. The smell of sex was intense, almost smothering. I focused on Alicia's lower back and the top hemispheres of her ass cheeks.

After a few minutes of this, Larissa looked up at me.

"You know, this isn't really fair," she said. "Jimmie has two girls basically naked in his bed, and he's still fully clothed."

Alicia murmured, "Mmhmm."

"Does that mean it's my turn?" I asked, smirking.

"What do you think?" Larissa spanked Alicia's ass playfully. "Do you think he deserves a massage?"

"I guess if we're talking about fairness," Alicia said.

"Mm, that is true." Larissa winked at me.

Like a dog finally let off its leash, I could hardly contain my excitement. I jumped up from the bed and stripped, adding my own socks, jeans and shirt to the pile. I hesitated for a split second in my boxer-briefs, thinking I should follow the girls' example and feign modesty, but one glance at the scene in front of me killed that thought in its tracks. Alicia had rolled over onto her side, her head propped up on her elbow. She did not bother to cover up her nudity or disguise the fact that she was staring at my body. Her nipples were larger and darker than Larissa's, and her bush was trimmed in a nice triangular shape. Larissa was kneeling on the bed in her lavender thong and nothing else, hands on her hips, still straddling her friend's legs.

My underwear landed on the pile as well, leaving me standing fully nude with my cock erect and throbbing.

Larissa laughed. "Jesus, look at that thing."

"I think he's a little turned on," Alicia said.

"Think you're right," Larissa said. She reached a hand down and stroked Alicia's leg. "Not sure why that would be."

I was unsure how serious they were about giving me a massage—frankly, I didn't care. I laid down next to Alicia and started kissing and licking her nipple. Alicia moaned and turned to lay on her back, as Larissa got up from the bed and dropped her thong, revealing her shaved pussy. I pinched Alicia's nipple and fondled her tits as I watched Larissa, waiting to see what her next move was going to be. She did not disappoint.

Larissa pushed Alicia's legs apart and knelt on the bed between them.

"I've never done this before," she said. "So I don't really know what I'm doing."

With her big eyes on Alicia, watching for her reaction, Larissa lowered her face to Alicia's pubic mound. Alicia's reaction when Larissa's tongue finally made contact was explosive. She had her eyes closed, and she was holding her hands up like she wanted to push Larissa away, but the pleasure was too intense. She let out an animalistic moan, completely lost in the feeling. Eventually she brought her right hand up to her right breast and began tugging at her nipple. I followed her lead on the left and pinched and pulled harder. Alicia responded by reaching out with her left hand and grabbing my erection like she thought she might fly off the bed and needed something to keep her grounded.

I couldn't see exactly what Larissa was doing, but apparently she was going it well. Alicia's moaning grew more intense. She had Larissa's head clamped between her thighs as her hips started bucking.

"I'm cumming," she cried. "Oh fuck, I'm cumming!"

Alicia froze up as her orgasm washed over her. Finally she released her grip on my cock and laid back, panting. Larissa kissed Alicia's pussy lips one last time and ran her fingers lovingly through her pubic hair.

She smirked. "Was that ok for your first time?"

Alicia laughed. "I mean, yeah, obviously. Fuck, that was good."

Then she rolled over onto her hands and knees and looked at me. "Ok, for real. Now it's your turn."

I had a brief second to wonder what exactly she meant before her mouth was on my cock. When we were out on the couch, she had said she liked giving head, now she was putting her money where her mouth was—and I believed it. She wrapped a hand around my shaft and made a corkscrew motion as she stroked, taking me deep into her mouth over and over again. Saliva ran over her fingers and down around my balls. With her free hand she started massaging my balls, then she started stroking the shaft with both hands, making the corkscrew motion in opposite directions. If her goal was to make me cum in record time, she was on the right track. I could already feel my orgasm building.

Then Alicia started moaning around my dick. I looked up and saw Larissa had buried her face between Alicia's ass cheeks and was—not that I could see, but I assumed—eating her friend's pussy from behind. Without missing a beat, Larissa smacked Alicia's ass cheek, prompting Alicia to squeal.

This was just too much for me to handle.

I groaned, "I'm gonna cum."

Alicia didn't slow down until I started shooting off into her mouth. She swallowed every drop, slowly milking my dick with her lips and hands. Then she lowered her face to the mattress, keeping her ass up in the air so Larissa could keep doing what she was doing. I leaned forward and grabbed Alicia's ass cheeks, pulling them apart to allow Larissa more access. Larissa was deep in it now, kissing, licking, and sucking at Alicia's hairy pussy lips while Alicia moaned with her face against the bed.

"Why don't you come up here and let Alicia return the favor?" I asked.

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romaine2424 · 9 months ago

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For the Love of WIPs (Drarry style)

There's a lot of things I miss about LJ, but right up there was the weekly posting of the H/D Prophet run by @sassy-cissa and groovelover at the conclusion. It began posting in 2005 and It stopped posting in 2021. I know it was a ton of work for the mods to run it, but it truly kept Drarry fandom informed of all the one-shot fics, art released that week, and chapter updates for current Drarry WIPs, recs, etc... Also listed were the fests and what state they were in. Take a look at the links I posted above and see all the goodness. It was very centralized. *sigh happy times*

What made me think of this was I love reading Drarry WIPs but keep finding recent chapter fics that I missed while being posted and only found them completed and others that I'm currently reading but found by chance.

So, I thought I'd share the WIPs I'm keeping track of and those that have been completed recently that I've read.

Notes: Most WIPs (chapter fics) are long fics (over 50K and up to 1M). There are readers that see some lengths of completed fics and wince. That is one reason why chapters are often released weekly or whenever, so you have digestible amounts (5-15K). Sometimes as an author I feel in a Catch 22, readers don't have time to read long fics, but then won't read a WIP until completed. LOL

Below the cut are WIPs that I've read and that have been recently completed. I'll post ongoing WIPs that I'm reading tomorrow! I'm not listing the Warning and Tags for these fics as I'll leave that up for you to decide on what to read or not. But, there are a few here that do have strong warnings in the tags and/or Author Notes. One final note: I'm listing WIPs (chapter fics) that were posted over a time period, not completed chapter fics that were listed on one date as a whole. OMG this is a long post!

Recently completed Drarry WIPs

Passing Stranger (53K) by @lettersbyelise This just completed yesterday! I have 2 chapters left to read. :) Summary: Five years after the war, Harry, listless and depressed, stumbles upon Draco Malfoy playing the violin in an underground bar in Muggle London. The catch? Draco lost his memories five years ago. Ignoring his friends’ advice, Harry befriends an unwitting Draco, overlooking the fact that their mutual attraction might not survive if Draco’s memories return. Comment: Haven't quite finished but I love, love, the Draco in this fic. You could feel that this is Draco stripped of all the heavy responsibilities he grew up with including having a bigoted father. The tension is palpable with Harry being attracted to this Draco but feeling that Draco needs to be Draco Malfoy to move forward. *ugh*. 2. The Boy from the Piano Shop (90.5K) by @soliblomst completed 2/25/24. Summary: After going blind in a reckless attempt to avenge Ginny's death, Harry battles with severe depression. One day, he stumbles upon a quaint piano restoration shop in the heart of London and meets the owner, a kindly old man, and his introverted young apprentice, whose voice sounds strangely familiar. As Harry and Draco slowly reconnect through private piano lessons, the small workshop becomes Harry's refuge, offering him a glimmer of hope in a world without eyes. Set five years after the Battle of Hogwarts. Comment: I binged this fic bad!!! There is so much to love in this fic but one of the standouts is the OC Richard. You will love him, too. The gradual build up of Drarry is so well done. The dealing with Harry's depression is so raw and real. No cutting of corners. The ending was one of the best I've read in celebrating what is to come for Harry and Draco. And Draco, in the final scene will make you cry *happy tears*. 3. The Star Splitter (219K) by @oflights completed 3/22/24. Summary: On a routine time travel assignment to the past, Draco stumbles upon 7-year-old Harry Potter and witnesses his neglect and mistreatment by the Dursleys. In the moment, there is only one solution, even if it goes against all his training as a Time Agent: he has to bring Harry back to the future with him. In which Draco burns his life down for the sake of his former school rival. Comment: I think I followed this one from the start as I do everything @oflights! OMG the action, the tenseness, the magical lore, the worldbuilding, and the sweetness of Draco raising young Harry will have you banging that "next chapter" button. The Drarry in this happens slowly and has its ups and downs but so so worth the wait. The bond is strong and at the end and you will recognize and cheer for this Harry who says Fuck it all, I ain't letting this go.

4. Spotlight (All Eyes on Us) (58K) by @pixiedunhoff completed 3/15/24. This is the 5th and final installment of the Dark Arts to Dance Floor Series (317K) which began posting in July '23. Spotlight Summary: The spotlight can scorch.

“Has the wizarding world ever seen a couple quite like Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter? Though the pair remain frustratingly private and out of the spotlight, hardly ever seen in public together, our readers understandably demand to know more.

‘They’re happy together,’ Minister of Magic Hermione Granger exclusively tells the Prophet, before quickly ducking into a meeting for Squib Rights. ‘They’re so very happy.’”

- Daily Prophet, 2 February 2018 Comment: Pixie says in the notes, you may only need to read the 4th installment to completely get this fic, but hell, I say read them all. Pixie is newer to Drarry writing (longtime reader). I love the casualness and realness of the characters and how they interact. In Spotlight they so capture the feel of being backstage to a 'music rock star' (in the Muggle world) and on the rise in the magical one. As you're reading this fic, it might come across as being a lighter AU type fic, but don't be fooled there is much depth and layers upon layers to both Harry and Draco. Pixie just eases you into it. There were points that I just had to stop reading for a moment and digest exactly what was going on. Pixie will be on my Current WIP list, too! 5. Skybound (61K) by @xanthippe74 Summary: No matter how much Harry Potter wanted to believe he’d left danger behind when the war ended, it found him again anyway. All he had to do was step out his own front door on a Tuesday morning. A Drarry re-imagining of Howl’s Moving Castle.

Comment: I haven't finished this one, yet, but wanted to list it here. It's 6 chapters and I'm only 2 chapters in, but holy hell what world building and magical lore (and one very nasty curse). I'm not familiar with the original source, but that's okay. I'm very happy being carried along in one floating house! I'm a big fan of @xanthippe74 and am fully confident I'll love this as much as the author's other stories. Okay, I'll be back tomorrow with a list of currently posting Drarry WIPs, including two stinging hot A/B/Os, but in very different ways.

Enjoy!

Rom

#romaine2424 recs #drarry fic rec #drarry wips #so much drarry fic awesomeness #drarry wips completed

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anarchictemptation · 3 months ago

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So, I've had a bit of an emotional journey when it came down to getting these trolls uploaded and, uh.I'm sort of in a venty mode, so I'm doing a read more cut just so I don't bother people (TW for Drug Abuse and Suicidal Thoughts mentioned)

It became less of "lol, look at all these trolls I've had over the years, let's sell them" to a bit of a crippling "I did this to cope with what was happening to me and this is the financial repercussions of that"

When I joined the Homestuck fandom, I was 16. A long ago ex-friend had gotten me into it because he was an obsessive fan and I REALLY liked astrology at the time, so obviously what was gonna stop me from getting into this silly little webcomic? (Nepeta my BELOVED! Leo's for life!!!)

I've never really shared this with anyone outside of my CLOSEST of close friends, but I was in a really nasty situation. My parents were on drugs, deeply into it at the time of me joining Homestuck, and were basically nonexistent at that point of my life. They'd disappear for days at a time with no sign of them coming back anytime soon, so, while looking after my little brother, I'd get lost in this fandom and obtaining fantrolls was my own sick little kick

I wasn't creative at the time to really make my own, I'd just use sprite bases and all my own guys were basic as hell, but, when I found out troll adopts were a thing, I was OBSESSED

Some oldies might remember me being EVERYWHERE back in the day on DA under the unusualKitten alias. I was on every single page I could find trying to get at least ONE fantroll that someone had posted newly in the groups. It was amazing! I could drown myself in these guys I was getting and bury myself in art of them so that I could avoid the world that I was stuck in

Honestly, without that "distraction", I probably would've killed myself years ago

It was all I had in a shit world, it even led me making a short-time friend in my final year of high school, but it was fun

And then I grew up

Some things happened that involved me being the fucking savior of my family by dragging them out of that hell with my own two broken hands only for the sake of my brother. My mom got clean, my dad died because he couldn't get clean, I had been working a job in which case they'd have stolen my money almost every time I got it (like THAT was anything new), and we were just sort of stuck in limbo for a long time after that

I was still a part of Homestuck, but I wasn't A part of it anymore, if that makes any sense. Most I done was win a spot in the For Fans By Fans design contest with my Heir's Tears submission (Only 1 or 2 people bought the shirt and, two those people, I FUCKING LOVE YOUUUU, y'all are so cool), but I was pretty much dead in the water

Until I reconnected with my bestest friend

She helped me to regain the love again, as we'd rp a lot with all our different versions of canon characters bc we're maniacs (Which will ALL be featured in MSCOTT once I get back on the ball for writing it!)

And, as I sit here today, looking back on everything that happened 11 years ago, I've realized that things are a lot different now. I'm no longer the heavily traumatized kid I was back then, I have a life outside of the fantrolls I've hoarded over the years

And, yeah, it hurts seeing a lot of these guys go, it feels like a bit of myself is leaving with them, but that's not a part of my life anymore, that was a part of HER life

Don't get me wrong, I STILL love fantrolls and still have a handful of my own that I'll fight ANYONE over, but. I think it's time to let go of a past that I don't really want to be haunted by anymore

(But I hope this explains why I generate a LOT of fantrolls and then suddenly they're being given up as soon as something's done with them, hha, old habits die hard)

Thanks for readingggg, time to go cry a bittt!

#Vent of sorts

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differenteagletragedy · 1 year ago

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i was reading through your blog and omg musicals!!!! a theater kid, myself, i'd love if you'd write some headcanons about a broadway/musical star mc, if its not too close to your famous mc headcanons! also, i'd love to hear if you think the ol1 boys can sing and who would help mc practice (both lines and singing)! also who would sing along with mc while they're doing chores/housework/etc or if they'd just listen/hum/etc! you can just assume theyre poly with mc for this, if it makes it easier! :)

Listen. Listen. I love this so much. I am also a theatre kid (so much that I am forced to spell it with the "re" at the end) and I have many thoughts.

Also, Bobby from Company is Baxter after he reconnects with MC and friends, with an MC that ends up with Cove or Derek and this is just a fact. Evidence:

youtube

This is a video of single Baxter with his ten friends in five couples: Cove and MC, Derek and Tamarack, Terry and Miranda, Jude and Scott, and Qiu and OLNF MC.

ANYWAY.

-- Cove is such a fanboy. He's there to see your shows literally every time he can make it and will be disappointed if he can't come. He knows all the words to all the songs and a lot of the dialogue too. He is so proud.

-- Did you get to make a recording of your show? Try to get Cove to play something else in the car, I dare you.

-- Derek is also a big big fan, he is telling anyone who will listen about how he's your friend/boyfriend/husband. Jorge might have to tell him to chill a little bit but he's just so EXCITED.

-- He will make a point to pick you up after your evening shows. The crew knows him, so he just comes backstage after and will walk with you out the stage door. It's late and people are unpredictable, and he wants to keep you safe.

-- Baxter, surprise, also a big fan! If you started Broadway after the breakup in Step 3 then he may not figure it out, Broadway stars aren't as mainstream as movie or pop stars, for example. But he'll obviously find out when you're brought back together in Step 4 and he'll have some much research to do on you during those lost years!

-- He'll be streaming your recordings and just feeling so many things.

-- But maybe in Step 3 you've decided to pursue your theatrical dreams! A last summer at home before you move to New York, perhaps. Let Baxter take your headshots for you! He will be so good at it. He will also style you.

-- If this is the case, that you move after Step 3, I don't think Cove will move too. He could! But I can't picture him leaving the California coast. Long distance love. He and Cliff come in to see your big shows.

-- Cliff cries. Cove does too, he got it from his dad.

-- Maybe Derek will blow off a big game because it's his only chance to come see you. He feels bad about it, but he's not going to miss your big moment.

-- I haven't thought about this too much shut up

-- Boys at the Tonys! Baxter is going to KILL IT. I've talked about this with the general famous MC stuff lol, the awards show stuff, but he's going to dress to impress. So will Derek, this is very important and the boy who wore a polka dot bowtie at 13 isn't going to pull out any stops.

-- You're going to have to tell Cove to button all his buttons though, it's not the time for your cleavage baby

-- I think Baxter is the only one who could carry a tune, but he wouldn't try to get technically good. Cove is bearable with his singing. Derek really is not, but he has so much fun with it that no one would ever tell him to stop.

-- They'll all help you with your lines. Derek might actually learn lines instead of reading them from a script so he can help you practice while he's driving or something. And yeah, that's a lot, but that's just who he is.

-- If you're just having fun singing, in the car or doing chores or whatever, then they'll all sing with you. But if they catch you really going for it in the shower or something, they will all just stop and listen because oh my GOD

#our life beginnings and always #cove holden #derek suarez #baxter ward

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dennydraws · 7 months ago

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Sometimes checking local bookstores have some rare finds...

And I was most definitely not expecting to find the FF14 Manga there but I take it XD;; I highly doubt it was intentional but having the price sticker over Asahi's face absolutely killed me lol

But this will be a talk about manga books and not specifically about FF14's manga book which was hilarious by the way XD;;

(Press F for Urianger... well, for Thancred really but ya know...)

It may come as a surprise but I'm not exactly a big manga reader. I think it was primary because manga wasn't as available or popular here when I was growing up and when I started spreading I started feeling too old for it. Now looking back, I was mid 20 I wasn't too old lol But also I was not in a financial position to spend on what I considered luxurious hobby materials. I never looked at manga books as anything but forbidden pricey thing that I could do without... even though looking back I could've learned a lot or enriched my art journey but... when you try to graduate university, freelance and cover for struggling and sick family these things are not something you think to spend on... ANYHOWSIES, I did not intend to share sad artist backstory, more like I wanted to explain my relationship with actual manga books has been an odd one XD;

It wasn't until recently that I started to actually go to bookstores during my lunch break and browse manga books and regular books too. However now they are so many that I get overwhelmed. Now that I have my preferences, I don't feel comfortable just grabbing a book on a whim. I still very much hate the idea of blindly spending on things that may not be of use to me. But even so I began to reach out, grab something, try it, see what I can learn from it. I feel like a teenager dipping toes into something they've always looked from behind the shop window but now they can actually afford it! XD;; I tried to start with books whose anime I deeply enjoyed and maybe look over what's around them - surely there will be something similar!

And then to my surprise I started noticing... Artbooks! Usually the ones I am interested in are on the obscure side? Or at least I've never found any of those I was interested in... ever XD

It has always been a lot more art books available here for WoW or LoL or whatever western-ish game franchise which... while I respect them, I just don't really enjoy their art style. And I did grow up surrounded by boys and a bully big brother whom I've always tried to impress or be "cool enough" to hang out with him (I was never cool enough to hang out with him u_u) and as result I had to deny myself a lot of things I was enjoying but I thought they are embarrassing - a lot of typically girly genres things because he'd mock them and if he mocks them then they were bad and I'd never be "cool enough" if I showed interest in them! Oh noes! Now that post turned into more personal down pour XD;

As years went on and after some reflection and years of existing in a healthy friend circle I started to enjoy the things I always wanted to enjoy growing up. I see them in new light now and I appreciate them with the eyes of a grown up while still kind of connect to this lost childhood spark. It's been really nice.

Plus I'm enjoying reading ...well, normal books, a lot more. Some years ago you wouldn't find me able to sit and read but now I do and quite enjoy it!

I don't know where I was going with this post XD I wanted to share I found the FF14 manga in a local store during my lunch break and it escalated to, I've been slowly buying and reading more manga and artbooks as of this year! It's never too late to reconnect with things you wanted to enjoy but couldn't in the past :D;;

Anyhow! Thank you for reading this silly lil ramble post, dear web traveller! I hope you will have great rest of the day and smooth week ahead!

#Good Morning!#Denny rambles about manga books :D #its been a while since I talked about them irl things

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echidna-enquiries · 21 days ago

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You all actually seem to get along as a family… have any of you ever dealt with toxic family members? Surely your large family isn’t all perfect..

The group that had gathered looked solemn... no one knew where to start speaking. Salem: (he let out a sigh, deciding to be the one to speak up first) Unfortunately yes... I had married and was unfortunate to expose my son to such a person. My ex-wife, she... was not the person I thought she was. She turned out to be very... abusive. More in a way of her behavior and words. But I put up with it... but then I found out she had treated our son far worse... All because he 'didn't turn out like she wanted'. (he places a hand on his head) I still feel so much regret for Lance having to be in such a situation. The moment I found out, I had never felt so-... so angry. (he sighs, collecting himself) I divorced that wretched woman as soon as I could and made it clear she was not welcome near me or my family ever again ... (he looks off with a scowl) I don't know where she is, and I don't care to... she could be rotting in a ditch for all I care... after everything she put Lance through behind my back, and made him keep silent over it.

Morgan: My own ex-wife... I'd rather not get into her entirely, but she was unfaithful I found her with another...one of our close friends in fact. (she adjusts her glasses, holding back a shaky breathe) I hadn't been in a long term relationship since... at least until Arcana.

Seth: I'm not sure if my case counts towards myself, but towards Sorrel, I'd say it was very... ugh. (he shakes his head, thinking back) For a time, I... wasn't sure who Sorrel's mother was. I was very reckless about my sexual activities in my younger years. I got no call or letter, or anything from the mother. Just found the child dumped on my doorstep out of nowhere, not even a note or a birth certificate. I had to handle all of that myself... (he scowls darkly, his nails digging into his arm as he crossed his arms) What makes me the most disgusted, is that I found out who it was eventually. No need to mention her by name, but this bitch... she had the nerve, the GAUL, that once Sorrel was old enough. She just so happened to try and reconnect with her 'lost baby' just as he had began training to become the next Guardian... let's just say it didn't go as she liked. Tiberius: Eheh, does my stupid ass count? (the others give him a look, mix of annoyance and concern) Sorry, that sounded funny in my head. Okay (scratches head, letting out a breathe)... my choices in exes were not... great. In my youth, I had pretty bad taste in women... my ex-fiance was likely the worst, according to the family. They had made it clear they didn't think she was right for me. Not even for the same reasons as the others, she was a bitch or nothing but... man she was really irresponsible, reckless, didn't think about anything long term. if she had stayed with me. She would've been a bad influence, either on me or my daughter. (he looks off, a solemn look in his eyes). At first, I was stubborn... I really thought that despite everything that it could work... then she got pregnant. I thought that it was a bad idea but she didn't listen... and then Journey came along. I tried to do better for her, and she... well. It shouldn't have been much of a surprise that she quickly left, just... poof. Gone. (he crosses his arms) It fucked me up for a while, but I tried to do right by Journey... sometimes it really bugged her that her mum walked out. It made her feel she wasn't good enough as a kid... I hate her for that the most. Jojo didn't need that. Rhett: If this counts, my in-laws were... well. Lets just say they were a bunch of pompous pricks. I knew they weren't fans of me and my wive's apparent 'outlandish' lifestyle compared to theirs of 'class and high-society' (he scoffs) The amount of times I wanted to smash whatever was closest to me over their heads I lost count of. They were full of shitty comments towards my wife, me, our friends... but they learnt very closely not to dare make any comments about our kids. I made it very clear that I did not like them back either, my names for them got very. (he darkly chuckles) Creative. I wont' repeat them. Seth: What a killjoy... this is such a downer topic. We could use a compilation of curses.

Marcello: Um-if we're talking about in-laws. I guess I got one more. Not mine but my dad's... or well my mum's parents. I had never met them and for a good chunk of my childhood I never knew why. I'd ask but Dad would just say something quick to end the topic while Mum would get so sad... Wasn't till I got older that Dad filled me in. My grandparents were apparently REALLY awful people... they abused mum bad. Mistreated her horribly, verbal, sometimes even physical stuff. He never said anything specific but, that it was just bad. It had gotten to a point that dad threatened them, saying that if they came towards her or anyone in our family again. They'd have to deal with him. So I never met them. Or my other grandparents, but dad doesn't talk about them a lot. Only 'grandparents' I had were my great Aunt Cordelia and Uncle Bertram. They had told me a bit about my grandma's but Shepherd didn't like talking about them Morgan:...Really? Not once? Not anything beyond what history shit tells us? Marcello: Nope. I always tried asking if his mum was bad or something but no, she wasn't. Dad just... didn't like talking about her. Tiberius:...wait did you say grandma's? As in... plural? Marcello: Don't you remember, Evangeline was a lesbian. Had an unofficial wife. But my other grandma uh... Serenity I think her name was, she died when dad was really young.

Tiberius:...Well it'd be nice if he you know-told us these things.

Rhett: C'mon, you know that ain't happening...

Salem: (clears his throat again) Anyway um... to summarise. We all try to be good to eachother, at the end of the day we're kinda all we have. Immortality does that to us... but we haven't been immune to coming across and unfortunately bringing people into our family that were indeed very toxic.

#guardian family #the guardian family #rp blog #ask blog #roleplay #response #salem the echidna #tiberius the echidna #seth the echidna #morgan the echidna #rhett the echidna #marcello the echidna #yep we talking bad family members today...#looks like some of the Guardians got some mommy issues-

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pshyco-pshyc-fan · 4 days ago

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•The Old Helps Form the New•

Summary—Buck has plans to meet up with an old 'friend' of his from college who had just moved to LA with his brother. After going their separate ways they lost contact and now he can finally reconnect with him. The day of a parking garage collapses and the 118 is on scene, where they find a teenage trapped with his older brother.

Ships—Buck/Eddie

CHARACTER DESCRIPTIONS

+sexuality headcannons•

Mac Simons

(Walker Scobell)

Age 15

They/He

Pansexual +Demi boy

"Can someone tell me what this shit says"

-Reading cursive-

Mike Simons

(Dylan O'Brien)

Age 30

He/Him

Gay +Cis

"That's bullshit I'm fine"

-Said right before passing out-

Evan "Buck" Buckley

He/Him

Bisexual + Cis

Eddie Diaz

He/Him

GAY+Cis

Henrietta "Hen" Wilson

She/Her

Lesbian + Cis

Howard "Chimney" Han

He/Him

Straight + Cis

Bobby Nash

He/Him

smth not straight+ Cis

Maddie Buckley

She/Her

Pansexual+Cis

Athena Grant

She/Her

Straight +Cis

The first chapter is set the day after Buck and Tommy break up(ep.6)

BUDDIE 2025 PLEASE 🙏

Ok have fun reading hope you like it

ps: this is my first time writing a fanfic so srry if it's bad lmao

•Lunch Plans•

Mike and Mac Simons were new to LA, only having lived there for about a month and some change. The two brothers had a 15 year age gap, and people would often confuse Mike for Mac's biological father. Mike was preparing a simple lunch for the two of them, his eyes lingering on his phone where a contact sat open the last message being from almost 5 years ago. As he was distracted making food Mac came up to him and looked over at his phone.

"Really Mike? You still haven't texted him!" Mac grabbed a slice of cheese and hopped up on one of the island stools. He sat head in his hands waiting for his brother's response

"No...it's too awkward. We haven't talked in almost 5 years" Mike gave his brother a plate with a sandwich filled to the brim with anything and everything that could go on a sandwich, besides mayo because 'it ruins the bread duh'. "What would i even say?" Mike starts on his own sandwich—a pretty plain ham and cheese—as Mac moves to the fridge to grab an ice tea.

"You're overthinking it, just say something like..." Mac sits down and stokes his chin for a moment, faking deep thoughts. "Hey Evan, i know we haven't talked in a while but i just moved to LA with my super cool little brother who would love to meet you. Would you like to catch up over some coffee?" He then takes a giant bite of his sandwich as Mike finishes his and grabs a coke from the fridge rolling his eyes at Mac.

"Is all of that necessary?" Mac looks up at him and nods mater of factly.

"Yup! everything, word for word. Nothing different" They both laugh a little until Mac speaks up again. "You should text him, like actually. I doubt he would be upset...he should understand why...you know" Mac put his head down losing that mood of teasing he just had.

"Hey...i chose to take you in Mac, nothing that happened with me or anyone else was because of that. Now finish your sandwich i spent way too much food on that for you to not eat it all" Mac smiled and looked up as his brother laughing a little.

"Ok loser, now text your friend before i steal your phone and do it myself. I think we both know how that will end up" Mac goes back to eating and Mike takes a minute to look at his phone. The contact reads 'Evan🦌'. He and Evan talked about his nickname one time before they completely lost contact so he thought it would help to remember it. His hand shaking slightly he picks up his phone and starts typing

'Hey Evan, It's Mike. Me and Mac just moved to LA and i was wondering if you were free to catch up over lunch sometime soon?'. After he clicked send his phone went face down on the table as he finished his food. A smug yet proud smile filling Mac's face as he saw his brother finally man up.

The phone buzzed not even 5 minutes later and Mike immediately reached for it clicking on the message

'Hey! long time no talk. I'd love to meet up soon does Saturday at around 7 work? Also tell Mac i said hi and i can't wait to actually meet him!'

A smile filled Mike's face as he wrote back a quick message agreeing to the time and mentioning that Mac was exited to meet him too

"Well? what did he say huh!" Mac piped up after watching Mike finish writing.

"hm? oh—Saturday at 7, and he says hi and that he can't wait to meet you" A smile sits with both of them for the next few minutes until Mac mentions something Mike had completely forgotten about.

"You need new clothes...i guess we both do" They had cleaned out old or just unliked clothes before moving and still hadn't gone to get anything new

"Shit-i forgot about that...well we could always go on Saturday before hand?" Mike was now moving to cleaning up the mess from lunch

"wow...and you wonder where i get the procrastination from" Mac smiles and helps out Mike with cleaning up. A nice plan and a fun day out for Saturday, followed by a possibility awkward as hell dinner with Mike's ex-best friend (and kinda ex but that's a separate thing to unpack)

•Confusion and Catastrophe•

It was finally Saturday and Buck was ready to get off work. It was currently 2 pm and a pretty q-word day, low priority cases, and an hour or two with no calls. Bobby was serving a small lunch, constantly looking at his phone when the bell rang and they all suited up. This was the first time all day they had a high priority emergency.

"Cap, what's the situation. You seem a little serious?" Chim was the first to break the odd silence that filled the truck. Bobby didn't answer for a moment looking back down at his phone.

"I can't get ahold of Athena or May, last i talked to them they were near the scene" The truck went silent as they all understood what this could mean. A large parking garage had collapsed with most areas being fully demolished, along with the underground shopping area attached being damaged in the process.

"I'm sure they're fine Bobby. They're probably just helping out" Hen piped in doing her best to keep Bobby out of his head and focusing on the dangers ahead. He only nodded as his phone lay open and only silence filled the ride.

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"MAC!" Mike shouted out trying to wake up his brother. His eyes closed as he didn't move an inch. "Mac i swear to god get up." Mike pushed him a little hoping to just get him up or somewhat awake.

"Hm—huh! Oh shit what time is it?" Mac was finally awake, rolling out of bed hair wrapped around his face flying in all different directions.

"It's almost 10, get ready. We'll get Starbucks on the way" Mike rolled his eyes at his little brother's terrible sleep schedule and went back to the living area to watch TV. Mac on the other hand rummaged through his closet looking for a decent outfit—he didn't want to look bad! What if he ran into the love of his life or something? After a few minutes of digging and tossing he found a decent enough outfit. His hair was next, but it was different to take care of in California. The weather was much different so his hair routine was too, anti-frizz uped about 6 times, and it took him almost a half hour to finish. He brushed his teeth and walked out into the living area to sit with his brother for a moment.

"All ready?" Mike tilted his head away from the TV when he heard Mac walk in. Mac nodded putting his phone in his pocket and grabbing Mike's keys for him. "I'm 30 years old i can grab my own keys"

"Sure...I just don't wanna get locked out again" Mike rolled his eyes and snatched the keys from his brother and they laughed about dumb jokes and stupid ideas as they walked to the car.

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It was dark when his eyes opened again and his head felt like it was throbbing. It took a few moments for realization to hit, for him to understand what had happened and where he was. The roof started to fall, then the floor, everything was shaking and they were too high up to run down the stairs now crumbling before their eyes—a loud crash and he was down, all he could remember was being pushed. Then it hit him. Where was his brother? It was to dark to see so Mac reached for his phone luckily still in his pocket and turned on the flashlight. Shining it around he saw two things.

1.He was trapped, looked like rumble had fallen around him and he got lucky enough to miss it

2. Mike was trapped a lot worse they he was. Most of his body was visible but beyond his hips was under something.

Mike was stuck under rubble that was crushing and cutting him up. He cried for longer then he wanted, the idea of losing his brother hit him hard and fast, as the world faded around him, and his hope went with it.

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After arriving on scene Buck and Eddie were given the task of checking the 4th floor for survivors. Bobby was hunting around to find out about Athena or May, Hen and Chim were helping out injured outside the building. Eddie and Buck rushed up the stairs—until they had to climb a little to get up to the 4th floor. As they reached the 4th floor they scavenged around the area for any survivors, finding a dad and his two daughters they were sent down with two members of another station as Buck and Eddie continued the search. They looked for a good while pushing over rubble finding a few dead bodies and calling them in, along with a group of a few teenagers that also got escorted out by another station. Finally they had covered everything and called in to Bobby.

"Bobby, No more survivors found. You want us to head down?" Eddie radioed in as Buck continued to look around—he was being cautious ok? no harm no foul—.

"You're all good head on down" Bobby called back after a short moment. Eddie called out for Buck letting him know what Bobby had said. Buck was now gone.

"Buck? Where are you man" Eddie walked around to hear Buck calling out. "Buck? what are you doing?" Eddie look concerned by his behavior his arms crossed and he tapped his foot.

"I-i think i heard something—maybe. I-just listen" Buck put his finger up to Eddie, motioning for him to shush, they stayed in that silence when a small noise could finally be heard. A faint whisper of a cry, it was hard to hear but definitely there. "See! LAFD! PLEASE SHOUT OUT!"

Eddie radioed back to Bobby letting him know the situation before joining Buck in his words.

"Help....help—HELP!" The voice rose and fell, cracking filling every syllable. The voice was young and the caked in sound of tears plummeted Buck's heart. "I'M STUCK—with my brother!" The voice called out again barely getting out the full sentence. Buck finally found the source of the voice and let Bobby know they would likely need a medical team and some stabilization gear—given the very likely chance that anything moving could send everything falling down—Buck began to talk to the person stuck inside.

"LAFD, we're here to help ok? Can you tell me if you or your brother are hurt anywhere?" The floor was silent for a moment when a small voice responded back.

"I'm ok, it's my brother—he's stuck under something. I think it might be a car and some other stuff." Buck looked back over at Eddie realizing just how bad this situation was. Two people trapped in an unstable area surrounded by rubble, with one of them trapped under a car. There was a very likely chance this would not end well.

"Ok, can you tell if he's breathing?"

"Um, ya. He is... it's kinda weak though" Buck's face turned to Eddie both of them wondering where their medical and stabilization units were. Buck was getting tired of waiting, letting time run out for these two was killing him. So like usual he decided to be a reckless idiot and started to make his way into the small opening in the rubble.

"BUCK! The hell are you doing?!" Eddie called out as Buck slowly pushed his way through the concrete. "At least let me help keep it stable!" Eddie wasn't going to try to talk Buck out of this, it would do nothing for anyone so as Buck pushed past Eddie made sure nothing would fall and crush everyone involved.

As Buck made his way into the small opening he saw a gruesome scene. A younger kid sitting next to a bloody body tucked under the remains of a car. Their hands intertwined as the kid did his best to check his brothers pulse every few seconds. Tears covered the younger boys face, they glistened against Bucks flashlight when he rose his head to look at his savior.

"Hey kid, My name's Buck. How about you?" Buck worked his way over to the two brothers there in front of him, taking a short look to assess the older man's situation. His legs were definitely broken and he definitely had some serious blood loss, he would definitely need a shit tone of PT.

"Mac...is-is my brother ok?" Mac asked his only question, the only one important to him before he latched onto Buck. The real world flooded back to him, and with it came about his hope.

•A Question•

Mac held onto Buck like a scared cat, he was shaking as Eddie made his way in with the medical team—about time. Buck grabbed Mac and did his best to comfort the poor kid.

"Hey...you're alright—come on let's go get you checked out" Buck picked up Mac and brought him out of the rubble, whatever his brother looked like under that car was something Mac didn't need to see, but he still fought saying he needed to be with him.

"NO! I can't leave!" Mac yelled out and Buck had to do his best to keep a hold on him as they headed down and towards the exit.

"We need to give them space...they need all the room they can get to help him ok?" They were getting closer to the exit and Mac slowly nodded his head. Buck took the new calm to quickly check on Mac—he didn't seem to be badly injured, just rubble and a shit ton of small cuts. What really drew Buck's attention were Mac's hands. They were cut up and bloody, he probably tried to claw his way out—or tried to get his brother out—it made Buck's heart sink just thinking of it. He didn't know how long the kid had fully been conscious in there, but the idea of time spent in a situation like that not knowing if you would be found and Mac still seemed to only care about his brother. "Alright we're almost out, then i'll take you over to my friends to get you all checked out" Buck gave Mac a small smile as they finally reached the light. In clearer light Buck could definitely make out a mid sized cut on Mac's right arm, but other than that he was pretty clean, looked like his brother took the brunt.

"Ok...um—do you think my brother will be alright?" Mac asked and Buck really didn't have an answer, not one he felt right giving.

"I don't know...but i do know that everyone will to everything they can to make sure he makes it" Buck looked around for a moment spotting Hen and Chim examining a young boy and his mother, a few feet away he was glad to see Bobby talking with Athena and May—safe and sound—. "HEN! CHIM!" Buck yelled out to his friends and made a b-line to them, Hen swiveled around with worry that dropped for a moment when she realized he was ok, and returned when she saw Mac. Chim sent the two they were already treating to the nearby medical tent and motioned for Buck to put Mac on a gurney nearby.

"Buck, what's going on?" Hen questioned as Chim did a small look over on Mac.

"hm? oh! this is Mac, he was trapped in a hell of a situation on floor 4" Buck was still standing by his side as Chim continued checking for injuries.

"Ok Mac was it?" Chim asked as he wrapped up the cut on Mac's arm. Mac nodded. "Alright, how do you feel? Any pain—specifically in your head."

"I'm good...didn't even realize I had that cut till you were wrapping it." Mac laughed a little and then looked back over at the building. "I'm fine. I need to make sure my brother is ok...he has to be ok" Mac had a serious look on his face, and Buck looked at Hen for something.

"Ok...um how about we call your parents?" Hen finally spoke after a beat of silence. Mac turned to look at her and just shook his head as he hopped off of the gurney, when he hit the ground a small sound of pain left his mouth. Buck reached out to him instantly and Mac looked genuinely surprised at the fact his body reacted before his brain.

"Woah, you sure you're alright" Buck reached for Mac's shoulder being met with nothing.

"Yup, fine...i'm not sure why that—ya know" Mac trailed off like he really was surprised his body was in pain after such a crazy accident.

CRASH

A group of firefighters and EMTs rushed out of the building, Eddie among them. Before anyone could even think about getting Mac over there the ambulance was loaded up and on its way.

"no...n-NO" Mac shouted out as he fell to the ground. Buck went down with him trying to figure out why he had such a vicious reaction.

"Hey, we can get you there all we need to is a family member's number" Buck tried his best to reason with Mac but nothing seemed to work.

"He IS my family...all of it, I have nothing else" Mac sat back on his knees and looked off as the ambulance made a turn. "I have no way of getting there," Buck paused to think for a few moments.

"Any friends? of you or your brother" Mac looked over at Buck for a moment then back towards the street.

"We just moved here, My brother only knows one person but i don't know the guy's number" Mac slowly stood back up with his eyes slowly starting to well up with tears, the adrenaline of the past few minutes likely wearing off.

"Hey, it's ok we can figure something out" Buck helped Mac up and sat him back up on the gurney. Looking to Hen and Chim for some kind of solution that he couldn't seem to think of, they both looked back at him with the same face he wore. "Look, i'll talk to my captain and see if he can help ok?" Mac whipped his eyes and nodded his head at Buck's simple plan of action. Buck gave him a small smile and headed over to grab Bobby and explain the situation.

"Ok Mac, are you sure you don't have any other pain?" Hen started her base exam back up, a little worried about the pain he showed when hopping of the gurney.

"Ya, i'm alright...i'm good" Mac seemed a little annoyed with Hen's question and continued exam. As she worked she noticed no sign of injury-internal or external-and attributed the incident earlier to the fear and adrenaline. Buck made his way back with Bobby close behind him, as they reached Mac Bobby looked him over and gave what seemed like a "giving in" sigh—Mac was very accustomed to these—and nodded his head.

"Alright Mac, I'm Captain Bobby Nash, how do you feel about us giving you a ride to see your Brother?"

#9 1 1 #9 1 1 fanfiction #buddie #original character #idk how to tag lol #author is tired #found family #shitty family #no smut

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2015-2025: a decade in review.

Ten years go by quicker than you'd think.

When I started doing monthly resolutions reviews from the beginning of 2015, I don't think I could even have imagined ten years into the future. I was sort of clawing through the days bit by bit, and long-term planning and daydreaming wasn't really a feature of my perspective at that time. From what I remember, a lot of my worrying was around whether or not there would even be a future for me. I certainly couldn't picture one.

I was twenty-one then, which I think explains a lot of that anxiety. I've mellowed immensely since, through a combination of experience and maturity, and medication, both of which I am deeply grateful for.

Some of the decade was bad, much of it was good, just about all of it was necessary in a form or another, and I am so glad that past me put the work in to get us here.

Family In 2015: my mum was alive, my sister was still home, I had a fraught relationship with my little brother + mostly tried to get on with him for the sake of making mum happy; I'd started really trying to put distance between myself (especially emotionally) + my father / stepmum and live my life from out of their shadow on my terms In 2025: my mum has been dead a whole year but I'm surviving, my sister has been gone for about five years or so + I don't think she's coming back, my little brother + I have really patched things up and are good friends now and like to hang out whenever we get the chance, and I like to think that he knows he can trust + rely on me for anything; my dad / stepmum don't have any sway over me anymore, and it feels fantastic to not care

Friends In 2015: I'd started making a new group of friends in and around uni + going to house parties etc.; I still had a small handful of my closest friends from high school in my life but had let others go when we'd all graduated; I'd been making online friends as well + connecting with people who I felt a lot of kinship with; I went to the Queer Space at uni to check it out (didn't like the vibe + didn't go back) In 2025: the uni friend group I started with changed (+ a little bit exploded for a variety of social conflicts) but those of us who have stayed connected are doing great + we see each other pretty often (we're going for a weekend away in two weeks, in fact!); my two closest friends from high school I'm still in touch with are married with wonderful kids, + I am loving getting to be a friend / uncle figure for those little people; I've reconnected with some other people from high school I'd lost touch with, which I'm very happy about; some online friends drifted away, but others have become some of my closest + I love having them in my life (+ have even visited to spend time in person); I've found + connected with queer + creative community in a way that's been enriching + delightful + am excited to keep building in this area of my life

Other relationships In 2015: I wasn't dating + was trying to figure out how I felt / what words to use / second-guessing everything / attempting to navigate all that general identity-seeking / label stress like it was really important (wasn't + isn't, but I guess it's part of the journey), I was crushing hard on a friend in a very impractical way + making a fool of myself for no good reason because of it, often thought that I was uniquely unattractive + no-one would actually like me In 2025: lol. Met my girlfriend + we've been together for seven years this March, have dated other people as well + will continue to in the future, I'm very secure in who I am + what I like / what I don't + how I prefer to describe myself / my attraction / lifestyle etc. + have found language to articulate a lot of it to myself / to others in a way that satisfies me, I have on good authority from multiple sources that I'm not uniquely unattractive + some people do actually like me a lot

Home In 2015: I was still living at home with my family + catching the train up to uni while being increasingly desperate to move out + really feeling the impact of not having my own space / independence in that regard In 2025: we own our home! (technically we have a mortgage for it but still. It's ours). We've been in our own home for two years + we love it + it suits us really really well. In 2016, I moved out of home + into an apartment (in the same street as I'm now living in, small world) with a best friend + loved it. Then a few years later, after a brief return home to recover post-surgery on the bad kidney, moved into renting with my girlfriend for a few years + survived lockdowns together surprisingly well!

Education In 2015: I'd just completed my undergrad major / minor + was just about to begin my Honours year, I thought post-Honours I would do a Diploma of Education + become an English teacher (or... maybe... if I did really well in Honours... an English Literature professor........) In 2025: I've just completed + submitted my PhD in English Literature so in a few months it will be conferred + I can go about calling myself Doctor. I received first class for my Honours thesis, which got me the scholarship to do my PhD at all -- otherwise I never could have afforded it, + various academics had strongly encouraged me to take the opportunity so I did. I got to go overseas for a conference (+ use that as a chance to visit my overseas friends) + that was phenomenal. Now that it's all done I don't regret it, but there were many, many, many times during the process where I did. So not sure what the final verdict is for me emotionally.

Health In 2015: I was so unwell. Beyond just the unending stress + existential anxiety, I was at least a decade deep into an untreated eating disorder + mood disorder + really not making the best choices about my general health given these factors, but also was trying to be better. I was aware of the problem, but unable to get a grip on the solution for at least another few years. Looking back on it, I'm often bewildered how much I managed to do despite how much my body and mind were sort of hanging on by a thread at times. At my worst, I feared I'd fully self-destruct. In 2025: I'm the best + happiest I've ever been. Not just happy, but content. There's a peacefulness in me that there never was before + even at my worst, which only happens very rarely now, I'm still nothing like I was + I bounce back with only a little effort. It's all so manageable, and life is good. For a long time, I was scared of medication / the institutions around health, but actually I think that was the death spiral of illnesses that knew it would be fully over once I realised I could escape them. Not that it's been all fantastic -- having a kidney bomb out a few years back really disrupted my life + it took a surprisingly long time to get back to a more normal state of health. But we're there now, with only minor things now and then.

Work In 2015: I was a full-time student + didn't really know what I wanted to do / be after I graduated. I thought I'd be a teacher of some kind, because I liked the subjects + it seemed like the easy, obvious choice. The world of real adult work seemed very intimidating at the time, + I can remember being grateful that I had a little longer to try to figure it out before needing to commit to a real job. In 2025: I really like my real job! I did teach here + there while involved with the uni, but I've also done other things professionally that also suited me very well. I've found a niche (somewhat unexpectedly) in events management + admin, and I think it's a way better fit for me than high school teaching ever would have been. A couple years into my PhD, I decided that I wasn't going to pursue a position in academia, and instead I got my first full-time non-uni job in Sydney in a super corporate (but gay) office managing education conferences for the public sector. Then jumped to part-time not-for-profit arts admin work instead when the commute / party culture of the corporate office asked too much of me. The pay I'm on now is about what you'd expect, but the perks are great.

Creative projects In 2015: I was incredibly self-conscious about my creative writing + also very mean at myself about my work (which for sure didn't help the situation). I was anxious about sharing anything with anyone for fear of judgement + struggled a lot with self-doubt and, as a result, didn't really have a creative outlet + suffered the mental / emotional toll of that intensely. A psychologically toxic puddle I was drowning myself in. In 2025: doing way way better now! I've connected with writing again as something that brings joy + excitement + that I enjoy as much for the practice of doing it, as well as for the end result. I've shared my work privately with friends, written fanfiction for AO3, and have also written + published some original work (fiction + poetry) in anthologies. I found slam poetry in 2017 and fell in love with it as a medium, + now have friends locally + globally whose poetry I greatly admire. I've run tabletop / tabletop-adjacent games, + even played a little bit in some too (despite that being way outside my comfort zone). In all ways creatively, I am flourishing.

#2025 resolutions #the only thing constant is change

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I feel like one of the most underrated protective Rhett moments is how he reacted learning that a fan grabbed Link in that one EB episode. He got so overworked and lost his composure (that usually happens when he's jealous) that he told Link he should kill anyone who tries to touch him (later played it off as a joke) but he was so clearly scarily angry. It came across as (if someone touches you, I'll kill them). This is makes me connect some dots to that other EB when he dreamt about Link being in prison and they made the conclusion the prison was in Scandinavia then out of the blue Rhett said if he were to kill anyone it would be in Scandinavia (which in that context means he would do it to protect Link).

👊 / 🏃

first of all, anon, i'm sorry this took forever for me to respond to. once i saw the second part (credit to @leelaihardly in helping find it), i wanted to write down some of the things that stuck out.

in the initial clip, rhett seems not just frustrated that link was grabbed, but also that he hadn't been told about it in the moment. in his mind their fates are directly linked (lol) and not saying anything puts link's safety in jeopardy which (unspoken) puts rhett's fate in jeopardy by proxy. protect the pack energy, like a body guard warning link off neglecting to speak up in the future. (obviously, rhett would've showed off some of those disarming moves. or at least put his large form between link and someone bothering him, as he's done all their life).

and in the second clip, the protectiveness didn't just extend to the dream murder charge he'd happily take in scandinavia (likely, as you alluded, because someone tried grabbing at link in front of him and he knew about it, this time).

the rest of it... well, it brought some other things to mind. and before all that, shoutout to jessie for trying to cut to the chase and say it was about the literal thought prompt they got during a live show.

a less realistic but still fun ✨dream analysis✨ is under the cut:

if i were rhett's friend and he asked me how would i interpret it, as it was described, i'd point him towards the deconstruction episodes. he even admits his mind had been dwelling on going home since this was recorded days before they literally flew home to shoot the buies creek documentary. as rhett himself points out, it's the same exact setting of the dream since the golf course (although only vaguely described here) was literally the backyard of his childhood home.

so it tracks that going back there, to that home (which his family didn't even own anymore, but still was marked by the vinyl siding and engraved brick that showed they were once there), to the church, to the river, and shining a spotlight on it all meant they had to finally confront it. a little bit during the documentary (they are confirmed verbal processors) when they were explaining some of the reasoning behind why they were doing some weird thing in some weird place in and around the church. it makes sense that thinking about all of that kept it all on his mind as he dreamed and it's no surprise they barely waited a year before recording their deconstruction episodes after these were both filmed. once they reconnected with those places, the need to explain themselves fully probably felt urgent, to show they weren't those people anymore. they've referred to a constantly trickle of questions about those origins that they'd consistently felt disingenuous for not speaking about directly up until that point.

just as stubborn as in the dream when rhett's deconstruction spiraled into what it became, he confirmed leading up to the moment in ear biscuits above, he knew full well that inviting link even just to listen to him talk through his doubts would put link's own beliefs on shakier and shakier ground over time, but he did it anyway. when link doesn't seem taken with the idea of fighting the court case, rhett panics and forces them both to flee.

separately, link, despite not being the one to initiate the pull away and having been resigned to it actually ends up taking to the life in prison and on the run (not having any set structure of 'what' his beliefs are outside of prioritizing love) more smoothly than rhett has. this has been shown to frustrate rhett as they continued down the path they've ended up on, akin to needing to tape down his jumpsuit sleeves before jumping in the getaway car. now, rhett appears to be hovering closer to find a version of link's freedom that works for them both (mostly for safety/risk-related reasons, in times i've seen it brought up). he was on a mission to leave the church (irony) and even though he's written a whole album about how scared he was that his family was going to want to disown him for it... he still continued, undeterred waiting for link to get in the car. because, again, their fates are intertwined. if link doesn't get in the car, rhett might be driving alone, but he's not driving away.

see, to me, rhett thinks of the idea of link being in jail in the same way: as a problem for them both. link in jail means rhett is in constant psychic pain until he's come to his senses about how wrongful the conviction was and joins the cause to overturn it, or they make a break for it. i don't think it's even a stretch to say that he felt the same way about keeping these major religious revelations from him as they were discovered. at the time it was happening, they worked for the church and had abandoned their former careers to do so. it put a lot of pressure on how much they shared even just with their spouses at the beginning.

and considering they later literally ran away together across the country to start over again with their families in california, it's a pretty consistent metaphor. they've said that leaving didn't start the process, but it stopped them from feeling trapped by the culture surrounding them. it was the door into the wilderness where they now live. amongst bears and beautiful people. free to roam, but not because they're in a scandinavian prison for murder. their beliefs died of natural causes and link was wrongfully accused.

thank you so much for sharing! hope that you see this. 🧡

#someone buy rhett a dream dictionary for fuck's sake #i'm begging #why are they so extra about everything #all the fucking time #i love you @anon #randlore #answers #protective rhett #rhink nonsense #.txt

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remuslupinkinnie1979 · 11 months ago

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Yoyok is Sirius this, yoyok is Reg that ...

WHAT ABOUT YOUR ON YOUR OWN KID IS LILY EVANS?????

summer went away, still the yearning stays, I play it cool with the best of them

She's homesick, she doesn't want to loose Snape cause that's everything that connects her with her home, but...

I wait patiently

Hes gonna notice me

It's ok we're the best of friends.

About Snape ignoring and avoiding her before their friendship ended

I hear it in your voice, you're smoking with your boys

Snape and Mulciber/Avery

I didn't choose this town, I dream of getting out

She didn't choose to be a witch or go to Hogwarts, she wants to reconnect and fix her relationship with Petunia

There's just one, who can make me stay

Remus, Mary, Marlene...

And then

From sprinkles splashes to fireplace ashes I gave my blood sweat and tears for this

To become the greatest witch and prove her bullies wrong

I hosted parties and starve my body

Plus size Lily being insecure in like 6th year

Like I'd be saved by a perfect kiss

Lily was a lesbian. She didn't know it yet and tried to get a boyfriend to 'be normal'. She thought she just ' hadn't found the good man yet'

The jokes weren't funny, I took the money

Ok, hear me out - CANONICALLY she got with one of the richest wizards (I think they had a very close platonic relationship and Lily was with Mary and/or Pandora and James was with Regulus)

My friends from home don't know what to say

Petunia and Snape. I'll leave you with that.

I looked around in a blood-soaked gown

In my head they survive the war, so like shes been through a lot

And I saw something they can't take away

Her friends, loved ones, family

Cause there were pages turned with the bridges burned

The war ended, a lot has changed

Everything you loose is a step you take

She lost Snape and Petunia she got a new family

So make the friendship bracelets take a moment and taste it you've got no reason to be afraid

You're on your own kid

Yeah you can face this

Your on your own kid

You always has been

Make new relationships, enjoy the moment, it's up to u.

#marauders era #dead gay wizards #marauders era women #lily evans #dead gay witches #youre on your own kid #taylor swift and the marauders #taylor swift #anti severus snape #lily evans deserves better

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cryptoriawebb · 1 year ago

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Does anyone remember that AU I had a few years back where Draculaura grew up to be Vampirina's mum? She and Clawd broke up sometime after high school, Draculaura moved back to Transylvania to be closer to family, fell in love with a vampire and bleh bleh bleh, sometime after Vampirina's birth, they divorced?

Originally I'd written in a later love story between Lala and Cupid but with G3 taking over my brain now...what if Draculaura and Lagoona started a relationship? Lagoona too, also ended her relationship with Gil probably before graduation. She and Lala lost touch sometime after the move back to Transylvania but after moving to Pennsylvania, Lagoona books a room at Draculaura's "scare B 'n B?"

Maybe she's got a kid now, maybe she's a single environmental activist, but as the two start to reconnect they realize maybe they had more in common than they thought back in high school and slowly but surely, new feelings bloom?

I think it would be so cuuuute and honestly G1 Draculaura and Lagoona would make a pretty couple. Also Lagoona would be absolutely precious with Vampirina and I'm sure she'd take a liking to her momster's friend immediately.

Food for thought but that's where my brain is tonight.

#monster high #draculaura #lagoona blue #dracugoona #vampirina #vampirina hauntley #momsterverse #lol that's what I'm calling it now #whispersfromthecrypt

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hey drimo i am once again turning to you for life advice, and if this one is too much i totally get it but your advice has always either helped with my issue or put my mind at ease to better handle it myself

what should I do about trying to reconnect with a friend i haven't spoken to in almost a decade? full disclosure I had a crush on them in school but never made those feelings known- now that we're adults and i've gleaned that we actually still have shared interests I'd like to get back in touch either platonically or romantically but have no clue how to go about it or if I even should.

thoughts swirl in my head such as "what am i expecting to get out of this", "what if they don't even remember me", and "top 10 funniest ways this could go badly" but I would just like to ask: have you been on either ends of a similar situation? What Would/Did Drimo Do?

The first thing you have to do is not imagine the worst case scenarios off rip, you are only setting yourself up for failure if you do. The best expectations to have are the realist ones, and that means you have to operate based on your current information: If you were friends in high school, then your chances are better instead of worse. I'm not saying "things are gonna work out exactly how you want them to", because my crystal ball is unfortunately broken and I can't peek into the future, and neither can you, but realistically? You'll be fine if you want to reconnect, so with that in mind, the door is not locked.

Now, the real issue here isn't about "will they remember me", they most likely will, the true questions here are one you made yourself, and one you haven't: "What am I expecting to get out of this?" and "How exactly will that first interaction go?"

Let me start with number 2. The thing about talking to someone for the first time over a decade is that there's intent in there, and this ties with the first question. It's not just you who will think about that, the other person will also be like "Oh! My friend from over 10 years ago! Nice! Ok but why are they talking to me now?" Now, you are not going to ask them to spot you 150 dollars to help you pay rent or anything like that, of course, so there's the other, more benign options: Do they want to reestablish contact because they missed me? Do they want something out of me? What's the deal here? Put yourself in their spot: Why is someone from 10 plus years ago hitting my horn suddenly?

So what do I recommend? Straight up just lay it out with the essence of "I loved hanging out and I was wondering if you still like x and y, I was busy as hell until recently, but now I want to roll back to these things and I was wondering if you're down to clown". Not those exact words, but you get me.

Listen. It's very easy to drown in our little ocean of sewage water with "oh no"s and "oh crap"s. On an increasingly asocial, nihilist internet that wears the "I hate people" badge with pride, perhaps this is a hot take, but most people's neutral ground is that of good faith. In all honesty, maybe they WILL think "oh perhaps they want to be in a relationship", raw and straight up, it's possible. Would that be the end of the world? Not really, people will give friends, now or from forever ago, time of the day, because it's what we do, specially when it's someone we hung out with and shared interests with.

You have to not get lost in the labyrinth of what ifs because that is just an insidious killer, but one that you can very easily repel: Just don't let it haunt you. What ifs should be left for things far more grave. You? You want friendship and maybe even love. What do you want?

And we're back to question one: You have to find the answer to "what am I expecting to get out of this?", you do, but you don't need to do that before contacting them. Not necessarily. If you're asking yourself that, you don't really know either, do you? So go ahead and talk to them.

Go ahead and talk to them, hang out, and then you'll know, if what you want out of them is a friend or a partner. It's a fool's game to try to answer that prior to reestablishing contact. What if you hype yourself up for a potential relationship and then they say no? What if they say yes but then you don't like them like that? This question has a very clear cut, definite answer, anon, and shouldn't be answered in a vacuum. Hang out, and then you'll know for sure. This is an important question, but not one you answer before reestablishing contact, my friend.

So, off rip? Just talk to them. Maybe they'll want to talk, then you can hang out, online or offline, then you can come to the answers to these questions with actual clarity instead of trying to land a dart on the dartboard with dense fog in front of you.

You're clearly thinking about what they think and can possibly feel about this and this is very sweet of you, so there's that as well, but really, just go ahead. The step taken is the step earned, what ifs won't get you either a friend or a partner.

#sorry for the relatively late response this was from last week #been doing all sorts of things I'm now managing my inbox #I hope this can help you

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carrotkayt · 10 months ago

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Introduction, rabbit hole, personal note

Personally I've lost sense of what a feeling sounds like. I just know my sight to see the world is veiled by my ambivalence with being a part of it and that feels like something.

What trips me up is the words and phrases all smashed into 90 second videos, interfering with my ability to actually do anything because I'd rather watch than play, an unfamiliar game. All the words we have for brainwashing. Insemination, dogmatic, narcissistic, propaganda shoved down the opticals, spectacle.

The ironic, the hopeful, maybe this will help someone else while they go through the process, now I'm wondering if sharing actualizes what you're doing, and I'm afraid to share. Or if it just contributes to the fog. Discovering that this fog is a smoke filled consciousness echo, saying fix this fix that fix it. Inside a self righteous thunderdome for the entertainment of many, and the first platforms to live stream genocides.

Have you not experienced ego death? OH, its radicalizing, you have to see for yourself then maybe you'll understand where I'm coming from.

Am I being dramatic.

Whatever, I'm bothered.

Bothered by society, bothered by humanity, or the lack there of, fully aware that I'm bothered by my perception but I promise I've seen through others, brightly colored, softly toned, calm stone below the crisp and shallow puddle but still underneath it all, I come back here for a reason.

There's something with our psyche, a bug, a virus, an error alert you can't just hit X. Ultimately I feel like we could at least agree on that. We deal with these popups all day, in many different ways.

Ok ok, scroll past the rabbit hole or read me through

It's intermission during the show and we decide mid conversation to start remembering backwards all the things we had said. And its really fucking hard, like memory is weird enough and now it's being tested? But I really think it's necessary, and arguments are inevitable. And to get past it all we need to be is open with a filter, the rest is just the process, processing, in a perfect mind.

But were not, we don't have perfect minds, we don't live in a perfect world, I haven't been able to re trace a conversation without yelling since the first time I tried when we were like 10 or something.

So what if we're required, to stop and listen, hear the experiences around me, its not just mine that weighs when I'm crying, there are so many of us and we all have our own to share.

Small set backs you re-calculate and re code, continue with the day. Within that we have different understandings of a small set-back.

But harsher road blocks are placed systemically for us to go through together because how the hell can a mind be well, when you have a piece of it brutalizing and dehumanizing itself with its apparently gained power? I know we can do this to ourselves everyday in small ways.

And how are we supposed be okay with this as reality! It's so easy to close your eyes when the worst isn't happening to you. The thing is there's a worse state of being that you just thought of, or you might agree that it's a malfunction to normalize the effects of poison without treating it's sickly condition. A trick of the mind.

We rationalize our misfortunes under the pretense that one is better then one, then dare to say we deserve what we have because of who I am. And who are you?

The child of a mother of a mother of a mother, where do you think I came from?

I'm going to share a corner of grief, because under the screen under the stars under the eye lids and empty hellos, I'm really fucking lonely.

I noticed you in my fear of connection, reconnecting, wanting to connect.

I've deleted, blocked and removed myself from all social platforms at least 3 times, and in just that moment of humiliation erased every number, every face, every voice, every friend that ever existed within a 10 year sphere of community. Which sounds just digital but it showed me how badly I keep in touch. That has something to do with being seen, and everything to do with seeing myself. Why is that so disgusting. 12th house sun? 1st house rising? Probably my Mercury in Pisces, something aspects around and around this deep dark pit and it makes me so fucking difficult to be around.

They tried to teach me but I don't think I understand.

And I think that's what I am most pissed off about. From the age of diapers, according to my mom, I had an expression of no fucking way are you gonna control me. Have charge over me. And with that one moment I became free to destroy myself as long as it was safe.

As long as someone could watch.

As long as someone knew.

And I never got prepared to protect myself.

With all the appreciation and gratitude I owe my parents, and the adults that raised me in tandem, and the blessing of a life I was gifted into, today I still I have to stop myself from blaming every figure that just watched me as I walked myself off a fucking cliff.

I was a kid, why wouldn't anyone stop me. Or why didn't they know? I guess they tried in they're own way, even today the way people help doesn't seem to get though my thick ass skull. So it really is still.. me huh.

Because I knew EXACTLY what I was setting myself up for, it just happened to be rooted in slowly slowly slowly ruining myself, my ambition, my hopes, my dreams, my goal was never to succeed, not in a new smart gifted way it was to ruin myself so I could at least now, finally, have a concrete reason for why I just cant get it done.

And that's going to be a whole conversation about privilege.

Right now I just feel failed by myself and anyone who could have guided me. Even typing I'm thinking fuck! I should take it all back!

And this is the feeling, so maybe to forgive myself and everyone else I have to be okay with this feeling. Because I know things now, and I knew parts then, but I stayed quite, silent, dismissive, and willing to see what would happen. Which sounds a lot like eating the poison.

But I don't know where I am now, 10 years have passed and in a very very strange way, I'm back where I started, with a twist, and it's kind of laughable, and I am maybe enjoying this, but there is a lot, a lot to talk about.

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