#I wanna say last week? my sense of time is Bad I spent like a whole afternoon

[fireproof-art]

“Actually, you said Love, for you, is larger than the usual romantic love. It’s like a religion. It’s terrifying. No one will ever want to sleep with you.”

[420days]

Can you make a story on the hall of fame jey uso story but can you make to how they met if that makes sense

HOW THEY MET | JEY USO

If you read my “Hall of Fame” imagine this is the backstory of how they met. I actually liked this idea a lot and might do a mini series on Jey and Brianna… excuse any errors or mistakes and enjoyyyyy

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“I plan on making this course easy for everyone as long as you show up." Brianna listened to her new professor lecture in the front of the classroom. It was the first day of her sophomore year in college and she was just getting adjusted into her classes..

"Now, I know everyone hates doing this but let's just go around the room say your name, major, and a fun fact about yourself." The professor spoke, earning a round of sighs from the students.

"Yeah yeah, let's start in the front." He pointed towards a random student.

The students went around the room and introduced themselves. Brianna felt herself become nervous as it got closer to being her turn. As she went to speak a student busted into the classroom, out of breath, and made his way to the back row where she was sitting.

"My bad professor, you know your damn class is all the way up here. It took me a good ten minutes to get to this side of the school." The brown eyed boy smiled as he took the seat between Brianna and another boy in the class.

"Jey, I except nothing less than for you to get lost on the first day despite this being your fourth time in one of my classes." The professor shook his head, marking everyone laugh.

“Nah, you need to talk to them about that cause why is your class all the way up here?” He scrunched his face up only to be interrupted.

"Sit down and let the girl talk!” Kenya, the girl that sat in front of Brianna mugged him.

"My bad." He turned his attention towards Brianna as she began to speak.

"That’s okay, my name is Brianna. I'm a sports management major and I play on the volleyball team here." She spoke, earning a big smile from Keyna.

"Me too! Were you on the team last year?" Kenya turns around to face her.

"Oh no, I just transferred here this year." Brianna shook her head as she leaned back in her chair to look at her.

"Ohhh okay, cause I didnt remember seeing you last year but my ass don't be paying attention." Kenya nodded her head.

As the two spoke Jey took the time to take in Brianna's appearance. She was dressed velour baby pink sweat suit and a pair of white forces. Her sweater was unzipped just enough to show the white tank top and layered gold necklaces.

Brianna was a beautiful petite girl with round hips, golden skin, thick thighs, and a flat stomach. Her face was rounded and complimented with her glossy pouted lips, wide almond shaped eyes, and splattered beauty marks.

"No, this is my first year on the team." Brianna shook her head and then stop talking so the next person could share.

The professor spent the next thirty minutes going over the syllabus before he decided to let the class go early. It was the first day of classes and he would wait until next week to jump into the course material.

When the class was dismissed Brianna grabbed her white crossbody purse and made her way towards the door only for her name to be called.

"Oh hey, Kenya." She turned around with a small smile on her face once she saw it was the girl sitting in front of her.

"Hey, I was wondering if you wanna exchange numbers and stuff so I can show you around!”

“Sure, I would appreciate that.” Brianna nodded, pulling out her phone so she could beige Kenya her number.

"Cool, I'll see you at practice next week?” She asked.

“Yeah, I’ll see you then!”

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1 WEEK LATER

"Bri! Hey boo!" Kenya smiled at Brianna as she walked into the gym making a few people stare at her, including a few of the basketball players.

She waved and quickly made her way over to where Kenya was sitting on the other side of the gym with the rest of her teammates.

"Why didn't y'all tell me all the basketball players practice in here. I would've came earlier so I didn't have to walk past them." Brianna whispered to them as she sat on the bench.

"Girl, I forgot! We’re used to their overgrown asses at this point. They just come in here early and walk around. They don't even practice in here." Kenya mugged the basketball players as she tied up her sneakers.

"I don't mind cause they're fine as fuck. I like looking at them while we practice." Chloe jumped into the conversation, bitting her lip as she watched a player walked past them.

"I can't lie a couple of them are cute but it's still awkward because they're staring at me." Brianna shook her head making them laugh.

When coach came in they got started with practice. Brianna immediately got into her zone and was doing an excellent job with the team. She could tell all of the girls were dedicated to doing well and that was exactly the type of people she wanted to work with.

"You did good today, newbie." Her coach tapped her shoulder as she took a large sip of water after they wrapped up the practice.

"Thanks Coach." She nodded her head in her direction with a small smile on my face.

She was gelling very well with everyone so far and it was making her feel more confident. In a matter of a week she was making friends, bonding with her teammates, and enjoying the college experience.

"Y'all got extra towels over here?" She looked up to see Jey, the same boy who interrupted her in their sports introduction class.

"No, we don't have no towels for you boy. Where's the towels Coach Towns has?" Keyna scrunched her face at him. She knew he was just coming over there to bother them considering it was his second year on the team and he knew exactly where the towels were.

"Man, we don't have no more clearly. That's why I'm over here rude ass." He sucked his teeth and took a seat on the bench next to Brianna.

She briefly looked over at him and smiled when the two of them made eye contact with each other.

It was no secret Jey was a fine looking man. His warm honey colored skin, deep brown eyes, and plump pink lips would have any woman ready to jump his bones. Everything about him made him Brianna’s type of man from his looks to his personality but she would never act on her feelings

"Are you just gonna stare?" She asked him once she realized he wasn't going to look away.

Taken back by her words he slightly tilted his head back and squinted his eyes at her. He was used to being the blunt one but the fact that she beat him to it made him like her even more.

"You didn't give me a chance to speak to your pretty self. I was tryna look at you first." He spoke while glancing over her again taking in her appearance.

His eyes glanced over her beautiful face that was on full display due to her natural brown hair being pulled into a messy bun. He remembered seeing her with a twist out a few days ago and could tell from the wide curls she quickly styled it with some baby hairs. She always kept her hair laid but the natural look was something different.

"Hmm okay, I just didn't know why you were staring at me." She blushed at his compliment.

"You shouldn't take it personally when you have a pretty ass face. I know you're used to people in your face all the time." He reasoned with her.

"Not really."

"Your boyfriend doesn't tell you you're pretty?" He raised an eyebrow at her as Kenya listened to the two of them converse with each other. She knew immediately that Jey was feeling Brianna but she was too innocent to even notice.

"I don't have one of those."

"What you doing after this?" He leaned forward and looked over at her. Even in her volleyball uniform she looked good to him and he found himself glancing over at her more than he should've as she stared at him through her long lashes and innocent eyes.

"Probably going to grab something to eat with my friend." She shrugged her shoulders. "Why?"

"The team's are going to grab something to eat at Waffle House once we wrap up practice. You and Kenya should come through."

"I'll ask her if she wanted to do anything. If not we might come." She told him as she stared back at Kenya who quickly turned her head.

"Ight, I'll see you around Bri." He stood up from the bench and made his way back to the locker room.

After she finished talking to Jey she mentioned to Kenya that he invited them to Waffle House to grab something to eat. Chloe decided to join them since she was becoming closer with Brianna and wasn’t ready to go back to her dorm.

"I don't think we were flirting." Brianna turned her face up at Kenya as they sat in the booth.

"Chlo, she was like 'how you know I got a man’ and you know how he's all flirty and shit. So he was like 'I'm just assuming you got one'. In his deep ass voice. She explained the situation dramatically making the three of them laugh.

"Ohh gurl, it sounds like y'all were flirting just a lil bit." Chloe pinched her fingers together and squinted her eyes.

"He was flirting with me! Asking if I had a man." She shrugged her shoulders before taking a sip of her water.

"Sounds like he’s feeling you." Chloe sipped her drink and Keyna nodded her head quickly in agreement because she peeped that too.

Before she could respond the front door of the diner opened and in walked a mixture of football and basketball players. Her eyes immediately caught eye contact with Jey who gave her a smile before winking at her.

He's so fine. She thought to herself.

"There go her man right there. We done talked him up and they're already starting with the eyes." Keyna sipped her iced tea

"Now, all I did was look up." Brianna giggled.

"You might as well move over because he's gonna come sit by his boo." Kenya said to Chloe as she shifted in the booth.

"Why do y'all keep calling this man my boo?" Brianna asked with a laugh.

"I know Jey sis and he's on you bad. He be cool on bitches for real. Like, I have witnessed this man tell hoes to back the fuck up."

"Aye, yall finna sit over here?" Kenya waved them down making Chloe smack her arm.

"Girl, no! I don't want him to sit over here." Chloe rolled her eyes at the sight of Maurice.

"Wait, that's not your boyfriend?" Brianna raised her eyebrows because the two of them were caked up in the gym a couple days ago.

"Not at the moment. He pissed me the fuck off." Chloe rolled her eyes and pursed her lips.

"Damn, y'all are still beefing? I thought he apologized?" Kenya asked with confusion on her face.

"No, he ate some cat and thought shit was cool." She mumbled making them bust out laughing.

"Not you standing on business." Kenya laughed as the guys walked over to their booth and sat down.

As Kenya said Jey slid into the booth and sat right next to Brianna who was smiling at him. The smell of his cologne instantly filled her nose.

He smelled so so good

“What you getting?” He asked Brianna once everyone got settled.

"I don’t know. Everything smells so good." She shrugged as she picked up the menu.

"Shit, everything is good. I'm not gonna lie." Jey nodded his head as she looked over the menu. He already knew what he wanted since he came here so often.

“You know what you’re getting?” She looked over at him.

“Yeah, the same thing I get every time. This is my favorite spot.” He told her.

Nodding her head she looked over the menu a bit before deciding what she wanted to get. In the meantime Jey talked her ear off but she didn’t mind. She liked his personality and how he had her laughing the whole time they talked.

Everyone was pretty much in their own world as Maurice tried to butter up Chloe and Kenya talked to one of Jey’s teammates. When the group was ready to go Jey took it upon himself to pay for Brianna’s meal which she greatly appreciated.

“My hair is about to get ruined.” Brianna whined looking at the rain the was coming down.

Jey glanced over at her before taking off his favorite hooded letterman jacket and giving it to her so she could protect her hair.

“No, you don’t have to do that. You already paid for my food and stuff.” She shook her head innocently but Jey wasn’t having it.

“Hmm, I’ll be fine. I got another one in my car.” He spoke nonchalantly as he held the jacket out.

“Okay, thank you.” She smiled, pulling the large jacket on. The smell of his cologne immediately filled her nose as the jacket bascially swallowed her.

“Jey! You wanna give her a ride back to the dorm? I was gonna ride back with Brandon but not if she has to walk back by herself.” Kenya called out to him.

As much as Kenya wanted to hang out with Brandon she wasn’t going to leave her friend to walk back on her own. Nor would she let her get in the car with Jey if she wasn’t comfortable doing so.

“I got her if she’s cool with that.” Jey nodded his head at Kenya who turned her attention towards Brianna.

“Are you comfortable riding with him? If not I can walk back with you, no pressure.” Kenya reassured her.

“Yeah, that’s fine. If you don’t mind dropping me off.” She smiled at him.

“I got you, come on.” He nodded his head.

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[sh4wty18]

Hi I was wondering if you could write a Johnnie x reader where it's their anniversary and Johnnie acts like he forgot n reader gets upset but Johnnie has smth cute planned? 🙏

anniversary.

pairing: johnnie guilbert x reader

summary: same as request

cw: fluff, angst, language

word count: 1.5k + edited

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You wake up to the morning sun shining through Johnnie’s bedroom window. You had slept over for the third time this week, but this morning was special. It was your one year anniversary. You turned over to face Johnnie and slowly wrapped your arm around his waist, pulling his body closer to yours. You lean against his shoulder and look up at his face, he’s still peacefully sleeping, chest rising and falling with each breath. You kiss his chin, and then his cheek, and his eyes begin to flutter open.

“Good morning, angel,” You whisper, and a smile creeps onto Johnnie’s sleepy face.

“Morning, beautiful,” He responds, turning to kiss your forehead.

Obviously you’d been thinking about your anniversary all week, but you were most excited to see what fun plans Johnnie had in store. He was usually really good at planning dates, especially for special occasions. He’d brought you to the fanciest restaurant in LA for your birthday, for Christmas he bought you so many gifts (if you showed interest in something one time he immediately bought it for you), and for your six month anniversary, he’d spent the entire day watching your favorite movies with you. While your love languages were physical touch and quality time, his were definitely gift giving and quality time, which offered the perfect balance between the two of you. Because of these previous experiences with your boyfriend, you’d expected the same thing for your anniversary, you were just waiting for him to bring it up.

After a few more minutes of cuddling, Johnnie sat up and stretched, “I gotta get up, baby.”

“Already? You got big plans today?” You ask teasingly, thinking he’d get the joke.

“Yeah, I have a lot of filming planned with Jake and Carrington. Plus I have a meeting to discuss my music video shoot next week.” He smiles at you, leaning down to kiss you one last time before leaving the room.

Odd. He’s acting like he doesn’t know what day it is. He couldn’t have forgotten, right?

“Okay… but what about after?” You ask, trying to get a clear answer.

“I don’t know, I’ll probably be tired and wanna chill. Maybe watch a movie.”

“Oh,” Is all you can get out.

“What is it?” He asks, clearly sensing that something is up.

“Nothing, nothing. Just… you don’t have anything special going on today?” One last question to try and get him to realize his mistake.

He ponders for a second, then says, “Not that I can think of.” He gives you a funny look, raising an eyebrow at you, “Why are you being weird?’ He laughs.

You bite the inside of your lip to stop yourself from crying, “I’m not. I guess I just thought something was happening today. My bad.”

He gets off the bed and heads toward the bathroom, no doubt getting his morning shower. Once the bathroom door closes and you hear the water running, you gather your things and silently leave, making sure not to wake Jake and Carrington, who were still asleep. As soon as the morning air hits your face, the tears come. Slowly at first, and then more and more until you can’t see and your whole face is wet. You climb into the driver’s seat of your car, slapping the steering wheel with one hand as you continue to cry.

Eventually, your sobs turn to sniffles and you begin your journey back to your apartment. When you get inside you collapse on the couch, falling back asleep. Your body must have been exhausted from sobbing for thirty minutes straight.

After a couple hours, you are awoken by a call from Johnnie, which you pick up.

“Hello?” You say groggily, still waking up from your nap.

“Are you okay? You left super randomly and I thought we were having breakfast like we usually do when you sleep over,” Johnnie says frantically, not even bothering to say hi.

You snort. He could remember your breakfast tradition but not your anniversary? “I’m fine, Johnnie. I just felt like going home.”

“Y/n, I know you. Something’s up. Can you please come back over so we can talk about it?”

You think about it for a minute. As much as you’re angry at him right now, you still love him with every part of your body and soul. Maybe if you talked about it, you could better understand his side of things. Maybe he had a valid reason for forgetting.

“Okay. I’ll come back over now.” You’re about to hang up, but add, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Johnnie says, and you hang up.

When you arrive at his house again, you notice Jake and Carrington’s cars are gone from the driveway. Weird, you think, why would they both be gone at the same time?

You knock on the door, and Johnnie opens it briskly, “Hey, baby,” He says before motioning for you to come in. Upon entering the house, you find an array of breakfast foods prepared on the kitchen counter. Eggs, toast, pancakes, fruit, and bacon, all your breakfast favorites, along with freshly brewed coffee, all sat hot and ready. A massive bouquet of flowers stood in a vase with an envelope sticking out of the top, “HAPPY ANNIVERSARY” in Johnnie’s big, curvy handwriting. The coffee table in front of the couch is covered in messily wrapped gifts, and the TV is already prepared with your favorite show paused on screen.

You turn and stare at Johnnie, jaw dropped. He laughs, and reaches his arms out. You run to him and fling yourself into them, the force of your hug practically slamming his body into the wall.

“You didn’t forget?” you mumble between tears of joy.

“Of course I didn’t forget, baby,” Johnnie whispers back, “I just wanted it to be a surprise. I’m sorry I hurt your feelings in the process.” He rubs your back and pulls away slightly so that he can kiss your lips gingerly.

You place a hand on his cheek, gently rubbing your thumb across his skin. “It’s okay, love. This is… amazing. What did I do to deserve you?” You smile and kiss him again, as he lifts you off the ground and spins you around in his arms.

“Can I read the letter now?” You ask, only wanting to read it in front of him if he’s comfortable.

“Of course. It’s a little embarrassing, but… I asked for this,” He scratches the back of his neck and looks away, nervous.

“I’m sure it’s incredible, just like everything else about you.” You kiss his cheek before running over to the bouquet and snatching the letter. It reads:

Dear y/n,

I’ve never written a love letter before, but I guess there’s a first time for everything. Maybe it’ll be like writing a song, hard at first but once you get into a groove it’s harder to stop. Anyway, I just wanted to put in writing how much I love you. I can’t believe it’s already our one year anniversary. I feel like I’ve known you for so long, yet somehow also no time at all.

Before I met you, life was kind of shitty, but you make me feel like me again. You make me whole. I’ve never laughed with anyone how I laugh with you. You’re so smart it’s scary, but you never make me feel like I’m not. You’re the kindest person I’ve ever met, and we have the same sense of humor, which is just an added bonus. You’re also the most gorgeous person I’ve ever seen in my life. I just don’t understand how I got so lucky.

I can’t wait to spend another year with you, and then five more, and then the rest of our lives. I’ll never stop loving you. I feel like I was put on this Earth to love you. So that’s what I’ll do. Until my dying breath I’ll love you and only you. Happy anniversary, my love.

Johnnie <3

“Oh Johnnie,” you sniffle, wiping another tear from your eye, “I love you so much.”

“You liked it?” He asks.

“I loved it.” He walks over to you and rests his hands on your hips, guiding you backwards so you’re leaning against the back of the couch. He stands between your legs and looks down at you, as you grasp the back of his neck in both hands and pull him into a deep kiss.

He inches closer to you, so your torsos are touching, and you continue sloppily devouring each other. You wrap your legs around him, pulling his pelvis even closer to you, feeling him growing hard against you.

“This why you kicked Jake and Carrington out?” You ask between kisses, as he moves down to kiss along your neck.

“Maybe,” He breathes into your skin.

“I wanna fuck you in every possible room we can think of. That can be our anniversary plan.” You giggle, blushing at the thought.

“Sounds good to me,” Johnnie says, pressing his forehead to yours. “But first, let’s eat this breakfast. I did not spend all morning cooking just for it to get cold and gross!”

“The fact that you cooked something just goes to show how much you love me,” You joke, and he laughs.

“You got me there.” He says, “But then again, I would literally do anything for you, y/n.”

You grin at him, “I love you.”

He kisses you in response, “Happy anniversary, baby.”

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i hope you enjoyed! as always likes and reblogs are appreciated <3

[dayumbxxch]

Spoiled Memories

The sound of your favorite song drowns out the sound of your heavy breathing. Life in Haddonfield had become too much once again. Your mind was clouded with thoughts of what happened earlier.

"Do you know  Michael Myers?" Dr.Loomis asked Y/N as she sat across from the 'shape' as some call him. "Yes sir.." Her voice had gotten quite like usual. "Would you like to elaborate?"

"We were friends in Elementary."

"Good friends?" This has peaked the Psychiatrist's interest; the only friend Michael was known to have was his mother.

"I guess he was my only friend besides family. We spent all our time together if that's what you're asking."

Your head began pounding from the lack of oxygen, as you rest your hands on your knees to catch your breath a deep sense of sadness washes over you.

Michael wasn't someone you could forget, he was your best friend. After leaving Haddonfield you weren't the same for years. Once you finally got your grounding your brother had gone missing and no one seemed to care. You'd gotten your breath of fresh air and you suddenly began drowning once again.

Slowly you started to jog picking up the pace as your nose tingles and you feel tears coming. It wasn't fair why did all of this happen to you? Wasn't your parents leaving you bad enough? What did you do to deserve such pain?

'Everything is going to be fine. I'll find him and leave this town and it's dark past behind.' You told yourself in order to not lose all the progress you had made over the years.

Your quick run had come to an end at your doorstep where Elvis was waiting.

Sitting in bed Y/N began to think if everything was truly worth it. Her phone showed 4:25 AM which lit up her dark room. Deciding the money was worth it she dragged herself out of bed.

"Hey Isabella." You say with a yawn as your friend groans loudly while setting her bag down. "I just wanna go home." She whines while leaning back against the wall. "What if we just quit and leave?"

"You have to meet Michael again today don't you?" You nod while sighing loudly. "Don't get murdered shit girl. You aren't getting paid enough for that."

To start the work day the girls made their way down the hall towards the dining room. Like usual it was mainly empty, breakfast wasn't a popular meal in this place. Most people preferred to sleep instead of eating the mush they serve.

"So where are you took next week off right?" Y/N nods while setting a cup in front of a patient. "Yeah I'm leaving town for a couple days. Can you still watch Elvis?"

"Absolutely I've been dying to see your house. I heard you moved into that two story out on Benlumpkin road. That place is massive compared to my apartment."

Y/N's palms start to sweat  as she stands outside the double doors.

"He's in his room today."

"Hm?" She turns around to see Dr. Loomis with his hands behind his back. "He wouldn't come out of his room. So I was hoping you could speak to him. It might encourage him to speak once again after such a long period."

"I guess I could.." Picking at the skin around her nails while walking next to the doctor. "Don't worry I'll talk to Mrs. Shalley to give you a raise." The silence between the two grew loud as they reached the end of the hall.

"Ladies first." Y/N walks through the steel door and into Michaels room. "Hey.." The room was more silent than ever.    Y/N takes the opportunity to look around the room. Masks cover the walls, each one different from the last. "Remember that one you used to wear as a kid?"

Tracing her finger along a mask before walking over to the desk where Michael was sitting. The one on the table before him was solid black. "What's up with this one?" He doesn't even notice her or pretends not to.

Moments of silence pass before Y/N walks over to the door. "Doctor Loomis I don't see this benefitting anyone."  He'd been standing in the doorway watching the awkward one sided interaction. "Do you think he'd harm you if he had the chance?"

Thinking about it Y/N answers. "Probably not but I haven't seen him since her murdered a bunch of people, so maybe. Why?"

Dr. Loomis shuts the door with her inside. "We're going to try something new!" The demented man says through the thick metal door. "What?! I didn't agree to this!" She whisper yells in anger in the sudden betrayal. "Don't worry the guards are right outside. Try to get him to speak! We'll give it thirty minutes or so and see what happens."

"If you don't let me out of here right now I'll sue." The doctor puts his hand to his ear to gesture that he can't hear. "You heard me two seconds ago! Let me out!" She slams her hand on the door before noticing the shift in the eyes of the man in front of her.

Y/N turns around to be met face to chest with Michael. "Damn." It was an automatic response to the giant in front of her. "Shit dude. You can't sneak up on people like that."

Going around the side of him Y/N takes a closer look at his room. "These people want us to talk y'know? Like that's gonna help you barely spoke when we were kids." After not receiving a response as expected, she turns around to see the monster in the same spot.

"I don't know what to say.." She trails off with a sign. "I never do."

Attempting to keep the silence at bay Y/N speaks up again. "Do you remember that day we met, when I snuck into the boys bathroom?"

[pinkmoondoll9shihtzu]

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[chodzacaparodia]

i finally got caught up with a certain volleyball anime some time last week or so!! i love all the boys so much ;-; v__v my queue is now filled with more posts than it has had in weeks (currently at 200+, and 50+ in drafts) and 90% of it is haikyuu. ya girl is down horrendous

it's literally impossible to choose favorites so i feel kind of evil for asking but who is your favorite from each team?? (can pick two if one is physically not possible [i totally understand LMFAO])

I can't believe it 🤯. You know that a few hours before I got your ask, I wanted to send you an ask like "Hey, I just wanted to say that every time I see you reblog a Haikyuu!! post, I smile because I'm really glad you liked it" ?? And then I was like "Nah, I'll send it later" 😭😭 LMAOO you sensed it 😭🫶🏻

ANYWAY

First of all: *SCREAMS" It's great that you liked it so much and now they're taking over your queue and draws!! <33 yeah, girl is down bad lmaoo

True, that's pretty evil, so thank you for kindly letting me choose 2 characters from the teams hahah :')

I don't think I can choose my favorite characters from each team, because in my eyes some teams are just groups of NPCs, I'm sorry 😭😭 But here are the most popular ones teams and my favs from them:

Karasuno

Ofc Sugawara is my number one hahah. I love his personality <3 He's funny, trustworthy and expresses love through violence xD

I really respect him for being able to back down when needed and showing full support to Kageyama.

Hmm who else do I like the most? Asahi is adorable :3 Poor guy, he's always scared, I wanna hug him

Nekoma

Kenma is in my top Haikyuu!! characters, so of course he's my first choice from Nekoma. I love intelligent characters and he is the brains of this team, and he is so relatable :')

And where is Kenma, Kuroo must be there too! Just…look at him… I love how supportive Kenma is, he's a great friend and his hyena laugh kills me hahah. Funny (and clever!!) guy!

Aoba Johsai High

Oikawa is my favorite villain hahah! (seriously, I love these memes when Oikawa is next to Sukuna in the top villains 😭😭) He has his flaws, he may not be the most pleasant character, but he is brilliantly created and his frustrations are completely understandable! He is extremely human (and childish)

And... Oikawa in glasses...

For balance, I also choose Iwazumi, because someone has to control Oikawa and no one is suited for that like him xD Another character who expresses his concern through violence :')

Fukurōdani Academy

AKAASHI!!! I spent over a year writing a fanfic about him and Sakusa (as roomates and besties) and it made him one of the characters closest to my heart. His fears and worries are no stranger to me.

And of course HEY HEY HEY BOKUTO!!! He's so funny and his emo mood improves my mood xD

Shiratorizawa Academy

Semi! It's emo Sugawara, of course I love him hahah. And in time skip he's a musician, so I'm totally crazy about him

Ushijima! He's blunt and clueless and I love it. He's funny and he doesn't even try :') And he plays in the time skip in Poland, so he's my guy :3

Inarizaki High

Kita! Come, on, he's perfect! And after he burst into tears when he got the captain's jacket… that did something to my heart.

You would think I would choose Atsumu because of the amount of Sakuatsu content on my blog hahah BUT NO hahah

...no, okay, I like the guy… mostly because of Sakusa, but I like him. He's annoying, he has a nasty personality, but I've invested too much time in him, so he has to be here

Itachiyama Institute

Oh my Omi Omi, my beloved Sakusa Kiyoomi!I love this grumpy guy, he says what's on his mind. And his germaphobic side somehow wins me over. He's another character I've focused on a lot while writing fanfics, so he's very close to my heart and I feel like I understand him on a completely different, closer level

His cousin, Komori, also has to be here! He's his closest (only??) friend and I appreciate him being with him (their dynamic is gold!)! And he's just a really cool guy

Johzenji High

I will exceptionally choose a manager from this team! Hana is great, she's really screwed with these guys, but she manages somehow :')

Date Tech High

Koganegawa is an energetic and friendly boy who looks like an angry bird! I can't believe that someone can dislike him

I guess that's it?

Thank you so much for the ask, it made my day (＾▽＾) I really like these interactions! Now we can officially bond more over Haikyuu!! hahah <3

Have a nice day! ヽ(・∀・)ﾉ

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

am I the asshole for not doing marching band when the show is counting on me?

this is really stupid high school drama, but I feel like a jerk about it so I'm seeing what the consensus is.

So basically, my school is pretty small, and our band is even smaller (about 20-30 people). Last year was my(16F) first year in band, and I only really did it because people pressured me into it. They wanted me to do it because I play accordion, and they thought that would add some wow factor to the show. I only had a couple accordion parts, and the rest of the time I was doing auxiliary percussion. Despite this though, it actually did work to add some interest. At competitions the judges always said that they really liked the accordion and wanted more of it in the show. That lead to that season being the first time in school history we had made it to finals.

During that time, I really only had one really good friend(16F). It was a pretty toxic friendship though. I was sort of codependent, and she was super selfish and manipulative. She would make up lies about my other friends and make me hate them, and then ditch me to hang out with them the next second. And she would just lie about super stupid stuff all the time, and when i brought it up to her she would just say "sorry you feel that way, i dont know what to do about it." And like she was very aware she was manipulative too. She straight up admitted to me multiple times that sometimes she lies to people just to see how they'll react or if they'll notice. This is all to say that we had a really nasty breakup. She ended up spreading a rumor to all of my friends that I told her to kill herself. And I just literally didn't. She completely made it up. So I spent like half the schoolyear thinking all of my friends hated me. Luckily, it turns out no one believed her anyways, since she kinda has a reputation as a liar, but the point still stands.

So obviously I absolutely despise her because of all of that. It's honestly probably an unhealthy feeling but I just hate her more than anything. Just thinking about her makes me want to explode. I stay up at night wishing she would just die sometimes.

And that makes me not want to do marching band this upcoming season. I just physically could not stand being around her that often (like 4 or 5 times a week for hours). Like I seriously think I would just spontaneously combust out of anger. And on top of that, she even got drum major, which means I'll have to stare at her during the whole show. So I decided that I'm just not going to do band.

This is where the me being an asshole part comes in. Since everyone loved the accordion last year, they actually wrote the whole show around it this year. I would be playing the whole time, and would be a prominent instrument. The show is also circus themed, so it makes a lot of sense to have an accordion there. And I have a lot of friends who want me to do it and who would miss me.

So basically, I just really feel bad that they went through the trouble of writing all this music for me just for me to back out last minute. but also, I just literally cannot physically handle being around that girl. I'm sure I'm atleast a little bit the asshole here, but I just wanna know if atleast some of my thought process was reasonable?

What are these acronyms?

[soupandspoonies]

So, today was a long day. I was supposed to be on campus today for a class, but I started getting a migraine on the usual 2 hour bus ride, and had to make my way back home in an ordeal that took about an hour and a half.

It's been crazy weather where I live recently. It's either slightly above freezing with rain or -20° c and snow. Today was a -20 day with some flurries, and with my headache disorder I am very sensitive to air pressure changes so the crazy weather means my headaches and migraines are acting up. The cold also messes with my joints so today has all around been a bad pain day.

I had so many goals I wanted to meet today and a migraine just totally destroyed what I had planned.

My headache disorder was the first illness to show up when I was a kid (it's actually going to be 10 years in March), and I've had migraines since I was a little one. I am very familiar with my headaches and migraines and the signs that I am experiencing one or the other, but today the migraine caught me completely off guard. It's been so frustrating having to completely rework my life around these headaches and today was such a strong reminder of that.

I feel like instead of hoping for the day that the headaches go away I've started hoping for the day I truly get used to them.

Throughout the last soon to be decade, I've gained a lot of experience in living my day to day life with a constant pain in my head. I am certainly not who I once was, but I can manage some days to do a lot more than I thought I would be able to before. I've kinda lost my sense of what is "really painful" because I am so used to an intense baseline of pain. I struggle to say my headaches have become any better since their development because I think my standard of painful has increased. I don't really think I feel pain like a normal person anymore because of it.

My sister has been sick the last week and she has been getting all of the aches and pains in her joints and whatnot that comes with that. Anyways, she turned to me a few days ago and asked me, "is this what you feel like all of the time? How do you do it?" I just turned to her and said "Yep. With practice."

No two people feel their pain the same way, a clear given, but her sentiment was 'how do you deal with the constant pain?' and I'm reluctant to say it's something I've "dealt" with. Yeah, I can go about my business as normal on good days, but I am always aware of the pain - it's hard to ignore a constant pressure on your skull with stabbing pains. I still have to fight with my feelings about everything I have to give up. I will never "get used to it."

I think it's hard for people who have never experienced chronic pain to conceptualize what chronic pain really means. There are many things in life that hurt, but they have the confidence that the pain will end eventually. Scrapes and blisters and broken bones heal. They can't fully wrap their minds around a pain that will not end, it will not heal - it will always be there.

I genuinely don't wish this kind of understanding on my worst enemy. With everything that has developed with me, I am barely half the person I was before. Half of my time alive has been spent in constant pain.

One rant later I can confirm I am feeling better than I was this morning (the five hour nap and day spent in the dark really helped). My joints have been hurting like crazy today but my migraine has calmed into a slightly elevated headache. I should probably try sleeping but of course the nap messed up my sleep schedule so I am not very sleepy. I do smoke weed (I'm in Ontario so the legal age is 19, I don't wanna get reported for smth lol), so that's my current activity and I'm hoping it makes me eepy.

I hope everyone is doing the best they can. Everyone gets 1,000 hugs and a bowl of soup from me today :)

Soup 🍃🍲

[loadednachosao3]

hello i have been silently reading LANMAP since november of last year….. i am obsessed. i want to write my own lacho fics SO BAD but i do not have ideas…….. do you have any advice on how you get your ideas/come up with plot points/continue the story and not just give up? love your work 😋

hey anon!! I'd love it if you wrote some!

so basically, my ideas come from all over... movies, pornos, comics/manga, tv, conversations with friends, etc. (this is where it's valuable to have a close group of fellow sicko freaks to chat with about ships)

from there, once I have something, I like to daydream about it! no holds barred, just let your mind go. don't worry at this stage about such trivial concerns as "is this in character" "would he say that" "where is this going," that's incidental. the point is to have fun!

being bogged down by "will people read this, is this a good plot, am I a good writer" is the fic-killer. fanfic is all about exploring things YOU want to see! so don't ever think "eh, this sucks, it's not novel-quality, no one will read it, only I could ever wanna see this." write it anyway! I PROMISE, people will read and like it! case in point: my incredibly niche shit like my guroverse. you just gotta be self-indulgent, and people will sense that love and energy and enjoy your fics!

as far as keeping it going... well, the long and short of it is "don't worry if you have to abandon a fic." if you're not feeling it anymore, you're not feeling it. you're not doing this for money or as an obligation. it's for fun! don't push yourself. who knows? your motivation might come back a week, a month, a year later, and people are ALWAYS thrilled to see old fics resurrected!

and if that motivation never comes back? oh well! you had fun getting as far as you did, didn't you? sure, some people will be disappointed, but that's life. fics get abandoned all the time. people can and will cope!

basically, my kind of morbid viewpoint has always been: you could die tomorrow. you could die in an hour. you could die after reading this answer! don't you want to have spent the life you lived jumping on every chance to have fun possible? getting those ideas out, even partially, while they're there? hangups are natural, but try to work through them, because we're here for a good time, not a long time, babey!

anyway, that was a little lengthy, but I hope it helped! go forth and lacho, anon!!!

[xxkylarthelonerxx]

Hi Kylar :( Long-time blog follower here. I want to ask for some advice, but this may be too venty >-< so it's okay if you don't wanna give me input. You're the only one I follow that I could think of to say anything useful... one of my friends told me to shut up.

I have someone who I really want to keep to myself, but he's so... Ah . I feel like I don't deserve him, especially now that all the things I've done in the past are making a lot more sense to me due to the environment I had to grow up in. He loves me so much, and it's been like a dream... but I have this gnawing feeling that I have to tell him what I did in the past, and I feel like I'm being dishonest to his extreme sincerity, and I need to reciprocate, but it could go horribly...

I've killed people, for the most part, indirectly. I don't even think I feel bad about the fact that they died because I didn't know them, but I'm scared about how okay I was with it. I'm not even very much to look at, while he's a head-turner wherever he walks... I feel like someone could take him away from me. Our relationship started because of our shared interest that no one else seemed to follow but us, which made us feel like two kindred souls. However, the ways we came to it are so so different and I'm afraid that if he learns of my past, he'll look at me in horror.

Just last week after we had spent the nught together, I woke up before the sun rose in the morning, entranced by the idea of trying to capture the color of his slightly bruised skin and killing someone to use as raw materials for that project. I didn't do it, but I realize now that it... isn't normal to think like that.

What do you think? If he finds out my past from another's mouth, he could be crushed. If I tell him, I could... try softening the blow... Or I could just say nothing. I want it to work out between us so bad :((( - 🎨🖌

hi. i haven't seen you on anon before... i guess i didn't think i stood out enough to have any long-time blog followers that would send in this much, um...

okay, i can try to help though. i'm good at giving advice from a yandere point of view, and i'm usually right about things.

so, um. i haven't killed anyone, but i have had others spread rumors about me being the kind of person to do that. that i'm a "creep" and that i carry a knife around with me and whatever... i understand people's reactions a little, basically.

what i'd do is prepare for someone to tell this person about your past. you want to quell your anxieties about it, right? get him used to the idea of murder.

you can start by just asking questions or talking about it to gauge where he's at... i've done the same with my darling and my stalking of them. if he's neutral to it, then that's good. if not, you can always try subtly warming him up to the idea, giving examples of in what situations it can be good... it's not good for the long term to keep secrets, but you have to be sure he'll be receptive to it once you decide to tell him. maybe even some sort of demonstration would help, if you need to. just depends.

also, you can always find ways to remind him that you're destined to be together, if the passion you're talking about is real to you. sometimes the world tries to separate soulmates, and you have to be active in keeping together. a little manipulation never hurts, if you need to go that far. cut him off from others, make sure he doesn't have anywhere to go if things go wrong for a little while. just make sure he'll stay with you. it's always a good failsafe.

...that's my perspective, anyway. hope this helps.

[ruvviks]

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vincent x vitali || mikhail + vincent || mikhail + vitali

cwjbhn - jake scott, josie dunne mikhail & vitali, teen years

even if it doesn't work out, even if it doesn't make sense // and you never see me again, can we just be happy now

and all that i know is here in this moment // sun is still setting over the ocean // here in this light the green in your eyes is all that i see // i'm right where i wanna be

director's commentary: this song is specifically what i have in mind for their last evening together before mikhail moves to the other side of town. i added the second bit because that's literally what they spent their evening doing; watching the sunset on the docks together, and vitali gifted mikhail a necklace nadya had given him to one day give to his significant other. vitali believed he would never find someone so he wanted mikhail to have it instead

i don't want to watch the world end with someone else - clinton kane mikhail & vitali, years apart [vitali pov]

but i've, i've finally realized // if this is our last goodbye until we're gone // who cares about the wrongs we've caused ourselves // 'cause i don't wanna watch the world end with someone else

falling deeper, deeper into hopeless thinking // remember when you pulled me out // wishing you would come around again // when the room goes quiet // i'm hit with my regret like a riot // reminds me what i really want // but have i waited for too long?

director's commentary: vitali loses his phone and with that loses contact with mikhail for six years. he believes he's never going to see him again and most of his bad decisions during their years apart are a direct result of mikhail's absence

i don't wanna be okay without you - charlie burg mikhail & vitali, years apart [mikhail pov]

now i can't find the words to say // that'll be the perfect balance between loud and clear // and i can hear so well, your lovely voice inside my head // saying you love me, oh // but i only think of you, will we be together soon? // i'm thrown to the wayside, you're planted in my mind // but i don't wanna be okay without you

director's commentary: mikhail is also not handling losing vitali well. he believes it's his own fault- thinks he didn't make enough effort to keep in touch with vitali and now he's ignoring him because of it. mikhail is trying a bit harder to move on, mainly because he has to focus on school a lot; but he can't help but keep thinking about vitali and wondering if he will ever see him again

anyway - noah kahan mikhail & vitali, reunited at arasaka

today you looked older than me // hair in your face, it fills the space between your teeth // and all of your falling, does it get exhausting? have you gotten sleep? // you said you were sorry that you hadn't called me in over a week // and i said, always, i'll wait

director's commentary: when mikhail and vitali reunite at arasaka, they move on very quickly from everything that happened mainly because they no longer want to think about it. but both of them realize that things are different now; and they worry about each other, not used to each other's new habits and quirks and especially mikhail worries a lot about vitali. but he also stays patient with him. they have all the time in the world now

boy who has everything - annika bennett vincent & vitali, late 2076 [vincent pov]

what do you give to the boy who has everything? // his world is almost too good to be true // what do you say when he's starting to let you in // and you see he's better off without you?

director's commentary: when vincent and vitali meet, vincent falls in love very quickly but also worries that because of their differences vitali will never be interested in him like that. his self-confidence at that point is basically below rock bottom and all of it together causes him to be very anxious about being in love at first

higher - blanks mikhail & vincent, early 2077

sun is going down, we go look for adventure // both a little scared, but it's better together // maybe it's the way that you looked in my eyes // i haven't been able to get you off my mind // driving through the valley, got your hands in my hair // tell me where you wanna go and i'll take you there

director's commentary: vincent and mikhail take a while to become friends because vincent is at first intimidated by mikhail, while mikhail just struggles making new friends in general. they're both essentially stepping out of their comfort zone a bit to befriend each other and because of it get a fresh new start and it's all worth it in the end, and that's the vibes this song gives me

meteor showers - andy kong vincent & vitali, early 2077 [vitali pov]

tell me it's love that i'm feeling // if it's not then i'm afraid my heart cannot take much more // you're staring up // i can't take my eyes off you // 'cause i realize the reason why i'm here tonight and what i breathe for // and i found love while dreaming of meteor showers

director's commentary: vitali has been with many men in the past but none of them have made him feel quite as vincent does. he also falls in love relatively fast but at first tries to just shrug it off, feeling like he should just focus on his professional life- but it's impossible to get vincent out of his head and he is very deeply in love with him now and it's too late to back out of that

tongue tied - grouplove mikhail & vincent, 2077

take me to your best friend's house // i loved you then and i love you now // don't take me tongue tied // don't wave no goodbye

director's commentary: another song that's just a bit more fun, mikhail and vincent's dynamics are just very fun and they love each other so much by now. it's interesting how they both started out very shy and nervous around each other but at the same time didn't want the other to walk away; some of that still lingers now, but they're enjoying the time they have together anyway

i don't wanna know - goldhouse, mokita all three of them, 2077+

if the sky's about to fall or if we lose it all // if we make it or we don't, i don't wanna know // if the music starts to fade and this feeling slips away // don't wake me when you go, 'cause i don't wanna know

director's commentary: despite the fact only vincent and vitali are actually together, they do all three live together and have become such an important part of each other's lives that they all can't go too long without each other. all three of them often worry that they'll still end up alone somehow; but they will in fact spend the rest of their days together, as long as they live

[aetheternity]

Its been a year my love 💞

By the time this is posted I will have been a Venti main for a year and I can't even begin to properly explain how much this sweet angel has done for me. He doesn't even realize how much he's impacted my life.

I've talked about it a couple times before but when I started playing Genshin, Chongyun was my favorite character but after I had finished the archon quest Venti had quickly made it to the number two spot within the next three months he'd became my favorite. (Because Chongyun refused to come home and because Xingyun shippers ruined him for me ya'll know the drill at this point.) I remember saying that despite my love for him I wasn't going to pull for him because I hated using bow characters on my laptop.

I had had such a difficult time with the Dvalin part of Mondstadt's archon quest and I kept dying with Venti though I found humor in it as his dying line kept going waa waa waaah. I started playing through the Liyue quest and once I was done with that I found myself missing Venti so much. I quickly returned to Mondstadt to do his story quest and it was during his trial period that I knew I wanted him so much.

After that I started training everyday to get good at using bow characters. I would use my Fischl's aimed shot as much as possible and worked myself up until I was very comfortable using bow characters. His rerun ended up being a good five months after all of that and I didn't pull any characters on any banner except for Gorou on Itto's first ever banner. He came home during the Irodori festival with one pull sixty one soft pity, guaranteed because I had gotten Mona on the last banner.

I was so excited I sobbed because I finally had my beautiful boy and he's barely left my team since. I only take him off when I'm fighting anemo related bosses or anemo resistant bosses.

I love to think that he was waiting for me to pull because he came home so fast. I told my friend at the time how much I love him. He's just such a beautiful character.

I wanna properly explain all my feelings and the reason I love him the way the way I do and I finally feel mentally prepared to get it all out there.

So here we go. Around the time I started playing Genshin I had recently gotten out of a pretty messy breakup. The guy in question and I had started dating when we were eighteen our relationship lasted till we were twenty. During this time my now ex had been trying to help me cope with the fact that I was a child abuse victim.

Not gonna get too deep into that but I had realized when he was talking to me about his family and the kind of relationship he'd had with his mom that my childhood wasn't normal and I was extremely jealous of how kind and gentle his mother was towards him in comparison to how my parents were. Which lead to resentment pretty early on which made me lash out at him a lot. I had spent a lot of that time trying to piece together my feelings trying to cope with all this new found hurt and I was so young I didn't know how to.

But even before he'd made me look at it genuinely I'd always had this feeling. This gnawing weight on my chest like I wasn't breathing as though a weight were sat on my chest. It started when I was probably about thirteen that I didn't feel free. I'd go to school and be happy to be out of my house but I everyday I felt an immense sense of dread at the knowledge that I'd have to go back home. I knew I was dealing with something bad because I grew less and less happy as I aged and everything made me mad. I was always mad or sad and I took it out on everyone.

When I was sixteen I was diagnosed with depression. Things get darker from here so trigger warning.

Circling back to when I was eighteen. I had asked my mom if I could go to therapy because my ex had told me I needed it for my anxiety (which I'd had my whole life) and my depression (Keep that in mind). I was paired up within a few weeks with a man who was in sixties. Long story short he didn't help me and I ended up leaving therapy with more trauma then I'd gone in with. He'd constantly made really gross remarks towards me and asked me about my period and when I was going to get on birth control.

He'd even asked me when I was planning to have sex with my then boyfriend and when I'd told him I wasn't sure if I was ready he'd told me to hurry and decide or my now ex would probably dump me for an easier girl.

Something I've neglected to mention until now was that even with my boyfriend back then I hadn't felt like he was a completely safe space. We fought a lot and he'd often said things that made me feel worse about myself. He slut shamed me and got really mad when we had the exes talk and he found out I had more exes than he did. He'd screamed at me a couple times and he had lovebombed me less than a month into the relationship. But I was a dumb eighteen year old who thought I was in love so yeah..

That weighed feeling was so intense with him because he never left me alone and he didn't respect my boundaries at all. I'd ask him to give me an hour of space he'd get mad and guilt trip me into shortening the time or telling me I didn't love him. He'd cry and I'd stay. Once we had actually broken up he'd cursed me out so bad said that I'd been a horrible girlfriend and that I was a loser yada yada yada. He'd turned all our friends against me but we had stayed friends because I still had feelings for him.

During that time he made fun of anything I said. Told me he hated me and wished I'd just fuck off and confessed to me that he hadn't been truthful during our relationship about never having done anything sexual with anyone. (We were both bisexuals) he'd given oral to a guy two years before we dated and I had never done oral or anything sexual with anyone which I had been honest about.

Once I'd finally cut ties with him for good the entire weight of every single thing he'd done, everything my parents had done to me, my old therapist all of it came crashing down on me like a ton of bricks. I had started cutting again for the first time since I'd been hospitalized at sixteen and I had been gifted a new therapist she is the same woman I still have to this day. At the time I was nineteen and by the time I was twenty I had slowly started to get slightly better. By the time I finally picked up Genshin I was twenty one years old. I was still suffering pretty bad mentally from all the horrible pain I'd suffered in a relationship with my ex and my relationship with my parents was god awful I couldn't talk to them about anything.

I played through the first story quest of Genshin and Paimon had asked Venti what the god Barbatos stood for and when he said freedom I felt like I could breathe again for the first time. Like he'd shoved that boulder on my chest away and was pulling me out of the rubble I'd been buried beneath for so long.

Freedom was all I ever wanted to have. All that I had been secretly pining for and ever since then Venti's had such a deep place in my heart. I fell in love with him so fast. I found LunAsmr about three weeks later and I listened to Venti tell me he loved me. Sometimes I wish I could tell him personally just how much he's changed my life cause who knows where I'd be without him.

I don't know maybe I've said too much but every time I hear a new voice line from him or I get new information about him I fall so much more in love with him. I felt like I was too broken to be loved or to feel love towards another living thing but he came along and took all of that worry away. He's not a comfort character he's THE comfort character and I am so thankful that Hoyo made him because he's my everything now. I'm in such a better place.

He has the biggest room in my teapot and the number one spot on my team because he's just that important to me because he's so honest and kind and everything I never knew I wanted.

If you've actually read this far wow and thank you. All of this stuff is so heavy but I knew I wanted to get this out for the anniversary of my favorite character coming home to me. I know I'm putting a lot of information out there for a bunch of strangers to read but I wanted people who I will never see in real life to know everything, all of the beautiful things Venti has done for my life because I can't tell Venti himself!

I'm so happy to have mained this amazing archon for this long though and I can't wait till we reach two years. I hope other Venti mains have just as much peace in his existence as I do everyday.

[lampmanliveblogs]

Happy New Year!

As I’m posting this, the new year has not yet begun in some parts of the world. But it has in mine! So to you unfortunate people still stuck in 2023, I just wanna say ”Hi! Cant wait for you to catch up to the rest of us in the future!”

2023. Twenty-twenty-three. Two-thousand and twenty-three. This year, I gotta say, for me personally has been kinda meh. It wasn’t all that bad I suppose, but it sure could have been a lot better. I’ve had good times, but the greats were not that great, and I’ve had bad times, but the lows were not that low. Towards the end there, I did lose basically all my motivation to do anything but play Stardew Valley.

So yeah, my creativity and spark to create has suffered a lot this year, which has left me with a lot of unfinished projects gathering dust. So for 2024, my New Year’s resolution will be to complete a lot of unfinished business.

First and foremost we have my liveblog of The Owl House and that Vee fanfic I’ve been working on. Then I’m going to finish Winter Heist and then… I have been giving some thought to an old project that’s been left unfinished for years now… a fanfic that I wrote more than 184 000 words for, and yet, despite all that work, it remains incomplete. But… maybe the time has come for me to take another crack at JoJo and the Crystal Gems…

We’ll see, we’ll see. Really, I should not be telling you all this, since research indicates that if you tell people about your goals, you are actually less likely to succeed. Then again, you can’t spell ”success” without ”succ,” and… I’m not sure where I was going with that one, but, uh…

Happy New Year! That’s the important part. Let’s all do our best this year. I’m looking forward to getting back into liveblogging again. Until then, I’ll leave some of what I’ve written for chapter two of that Vee fic under the Keep Reading.

Our lives became a fairy tale Without rules or laws But is there anyone who knows? If the journey has an end?

(Note: The thing with the cards will make a lot more sense when I publish the full chapters.)

(Note: I still haven't settled on an actual title for the fic)

Lamp Entertainment presents…

The night was growing old, but Masha laid wide awake, looking up at the glow-in-the-dark stars glued to the bunk above. They were tired, dead tired, but thoughts buzzed around their head like ten million fireflies, keeping them awake.

Not only were shapeshifters, basilisks, witches, magic, demons, and other worlds real, but shapeshifting basilisks demons from another world filled with magic and witches were real. Masha had spent most of summer sharing a bunk bed with one, just as they were doing now. It was a lot to take in.

Oh, and as it turns out, the story of the Wittebane brothers meeting a witch? It was true. The brothers had met a real witch, a witch that they had followed back to the Demon Realm, the world of demons and witches. Not only that, but old Philip Wittebane was still alive and kicking, turned into a monster and spending the last four centuries working on a plan to exterminate all witches.

That evil, wicked man was the reason Vee was alive. Vee had been… brief in talking about her origins. Masha knew better than to pry too much, and thank Goddess Marco and Samuel did too. Just telling them about her true identity had obviously been very difficult for her, and if there were things she wasn’t ready to tell them yet, then they wouldn’t pressure her.

Even so, what she did tell them did not paint a pretty picture.

”My name, it’s Vee as in V, as in ’five,’” she had explained, holding up two fingers forming a V. Her voice trembled and her gaze lowered, looking at something far, far away from the comfort and safety of her new home. She took a deep, unsteady breath before speaking again. ”I… I am number five. Lab animal number five.”

And all of the sudden it made so much sense why ”Luz” had spent the first few weeks of camp jumping at every sudden sound and always looking over her shoulder. Why she would always sneak out of bed when she thought everyone was sleeping to make sure the door wasn’t locked.

It made Masha’s blood boil. Philip Wittebane better never show his face in Gravesfield again, or so help them…

Something else troubled on Masha’s mind. They reached down on the floor, grabbing the vaguely clothes-shaped pile of fabric that was their discarded costume. The deck of cards was still in the pocket where they left them, still in the same order. The first three cards were still The Two-Headed Snake, The Light, and The Red String.

They shuffled the deck thoroughly and drew the first three cards again.

The Light. The Red String. The Two-Headed Snake.

What was the chances of drawing the exact same three cards? One in a million?

Maybe there was still some magic in them…

Eventually, Masha drifted off to a sleep filled with dreams they couldn’t remember in the morning.

Chapter 2: For the Future (that we can’t see)

Vee woke up early, before the others. Well, it wasn’t that early, it was just past eight in the morning. But considering the late night, it felt early even as the sun shone through the window.

She spent some time just coiled up in bed, enjoying the comfortable warmth under her two blankets. She thought if going back to sleep, but eventually convinced herself that it was time to rise and shine.

The others were still asleep, so Vee climbed down from her bunk as quietly as she could. Easier said than done you had a thick tail instead of two nimble legs. Somehow, she made it down without waking anyone up, though that might have had more to do with the fact that her old cabin mates were exhausted after yesterday.

She noticed a deck of Hexas Hold’em cards lying on the floor. She recalled Masha playing with a deck on the day Luz contacted her from the Demon Realm. Vee couldn’t smell any magic left in them, which meant it was probably the same deck. They must’ve fallen out of Masha’s pocket. She gathered them and put them in a neat stack next to their costume.

She slithered silently out the room, past Samuel and Marco in the guest beds that used to belong to Willow and Amity. The whole thing reminded her of summer camp. She’d often wake up before her cabin mates then too, often sneaking out to enjoy the early morning sun. Masha had called camp prison, but as far as Vee was concerned, her first true sense of freedom had come from that place.

Making it down the stairs was one of those things that was a lot more uncomfortable with a tail than it was with a pair of legs, but Vee decided to stay in her true form for a bit longer. For the longest time, even before she made the decision to tell them, there had been an insistent voice in her head telling her that her friends would find her true form repulsive. It was nice to learn that wasn’t the case.

Oh stars, she could barely believe it. She had told them! She really had told them! Even though the thought had terrified her, she had still gone through with it. And it worked out, they didn’t hate her, they didn’t resent her for deceiving them.

There were some things she hadn’t told them. Things she had only ever told Camila, late one night after she woke up screaming from a nightmare. She wanted the truth to be a happy thing, not marred too much by what had been.

Vee was determined to move beyond her past pain. At times, the darkness made itself known at the back of her head, deep within her lizard brain. But she was getting better and better at pushing back. She had optimism for the future.

First things first though. She needed to call Camila’s work to let them know she was going to need a few days off. Vee, being naturally paranoid and a born liar, had already fleshed out a halfway decent story.

It took some convincing and a little bit of improv, but Vee was eventually (imitating Camila’s voice, of course) able to get Camila’s sudden leave accepted.

Once that was done with, Vee began cleaning up the mess in the living room while contemplating what to do with Luz. Should she take on her appearance and go to school as her again? Or should she call the school and inform Luz wouldn’t be coming for a few days? Both alternatives had its ups and downs. On one hand, Vee actually did like school and learning about the Human Realm. And Luz’ grades really did not need to get any worse. On the other hand, keeping up the deception would add another element of complication. Vee was good, but was she that good?

She mulled over it while cleaning up until she heard movement coming from upstairs. She turned to her friends groggily making their way down the stairs.

”Good morning!” she said cheerfully.

”Wow…” Samuel whispered. ”I was halfway convinced I was dreamt up everything,” he said a little louder.

”Not me, cause I’m not that creative,” Marco said.

”I gotta say, I think it would make for a pretty good story,” Samuel continued. ”A demon fleeing from an evil emperor ends up in the world of the humans, accidentally taking the place of a young girl headed for summer camp… yeah, that’s a good story. Maybe I should write a book about it.”

”Don’t you have like fifty-eleven different fanfics you’re already writing?” Masha teased him. Samuel blushed.

”I do finish some of my fanfics,” he said defensively. ”Unlike my thirteenth favorite fanfic writer, The Lampman. That guy couldn’t finish a fanfic if his life depended on it. ”

”I don’t know who that is, but he sounds like a talentless hack,” Marco said.

”I’m sure he’s not that bad,” Vee said. ”Anyway, here I am, very much real. By which I mean ’real-ly hungry.’ Anyone else want breakfast? I’m starving!”

The others agreed that breakfast would be nice. Vee lead them into the kitchen and began fixing some food. One thing the other Cabin 7 members had noticed about ”Luz” was that the way she’d scarf down her food at every meal like she had never eaten before. Which, based on what they now knew of Vee’s past, sadly made a lot of sense. Though that was not the only thing they had noticed about Luz ’ eating habits.

”You used to choke on your food a lot,” Masha observed. They were absentmindedly playing with the deck of Hexas Hold’em cards. ”Was that because you usually swallow your food whole?”

”Yeah, pretty much,” Vee confirmed while frying up some eggs. ”I do have teeth to chew with if I have to, but I usually don’t. Human throats are a lot less flexible than basilisks and I wasn’t used to it.” To demonstrate what she meant, she took an apple lying on the counter and swallowed it whole, making her throat bulge outward.

”Not gonna lie,” Marco said. ”That was a kinda gross.”

”You should see how I eat eggs then,” Vee chuckled. ”The difficult part is spitting the shell out in one piece.”

”Th-thanks, but I think we’ll skip that one,” Samuel quickly interjected. He looked contemplative for a moment. ”Do you have… is it poison or venom? I can never remember the difference.”

”If I bite you and you die, I’m venomous,” Vee explained. ”But if you bite me and you die, then I’m poisonous. And no, I don’t have venom. Don’t know if I’m poisonous though. I might be.”

”What if I bite myself and I die?” Marco asked. ”What does that make me then?”

”Stupid,” Masha said, prompting a good group laugh.

”No new information there,” Marco said between giggles.

The eggs done, the gang sat down at the table. Sitting on chairs designed for human creatures with things like ”legs” and ”butts” was yet another thing that was a bit awkward for Vee. She’d usually just stand at the table, but she decided to sit down this time. Before she sat down, she grabbed a special jar from one of the cabinets.

It had a homemade label, saying in neat handwriting that it was ”For Vee only.” A second pencil had added a small face making a sick face, to which the first pencil responded that ”I told you so.”

Her friends watched with interest as she took three slices of bread and spread thick layers of jar’s contents on them. It looked like some chocolate spread, but with strange lumps in it.

”What is that?” Masha asked finally. ”Is it some kind of special basilisk food?”

”Uh… kinda?” Vee hesitated. ”It’s nutella, with protein powder and, um… wood chips and sand.”

This was met with wide stares.

”Wood chips… and sand?” Samuel asked, as if to make sure he ha heard it right.

”It’s good for my digestion,” Vee said with a little shrug. ”It was either that, or I keep chewing on twigs I found on the ground. Camila thinks I need a lot of protein, so that’s what the protein powder’s for.”

”And the nutella…?” Masha asked. 

”Oh, that’s for taste,” Vee said. Deciding that was enough explanation, she took one the fried eggs and sandwiched it between two bread slices slathered in the cursed nutella. ”I think Demon Realm stomachs are just tougher than human stomachs,” Vee said between bites of her sandwich. ”Luz told me there was a bunch of foods she couldn’t eat in the Demon Realm, but the others didn’t seem to have any problems with anything from here. Well, except for garlic.”

”What, they couldn’t eat garlic?” Masha asked in-between bites of their own sandwich. ”Like vampires?”

”Precisely,” Vee said with a nod. 

”Wait, really?” Masha exclaimed, nearly choking on their food. ”Vampires are real? And they can’t stand garlic?”

”Yes,” Vee said, smiling at the funny face Masha was making.

”Oh, so that’s why you had cloves of garlic next to your bed,” Marco said and nodded a little. ”It’s to keep the vampires away.”

”Kinda. There aren’t any vampires in Gravesfield (I hope), but it makes me feel safer to sleep with it,” Vee explained. ”Hunter said that basilisks and vampires used to be natural enemies, since we both feed on witches. Garlic is deadly to vampires, and since a lot of witches have vampire ancestory, a lot of them have inherited a garlic allergy.” Vee smiled at a memory. ”Willow’s and Gus’ weren’t that bad, but Amity’s was really bad. Luz was devastated, because one piece of garlic bread meant no more kisses for the day.”

That image garnered a few laughs.

”I can’t wait for you guys to meet Luz, the real Luz,” Vee said. ”She’s the coolest! Seh fights Belos and doesn’t afraid of anything.”

”Well, I think you’re pretty cool,” Masha said. They reached out to hold Vee’s hand, soft skin skin meeting rough scales. ”My whole life I’ve been looking for signs for the supernatural, for ghosts or demons or what have you…  I never dared to believe that I would ever find anything, much less that I would ever become friends with a living, breathing demon!”

Samuel put a hand on Vee’s shoulder.

”And I’m really happy you felt comfortable enough to tell us your secret,” he said. ”I know it couldn’t have been easy. I’m honored you felt you could trust us that much, and I promise you won’t regret it.”

Marco put his hand on Vee’s other shoulder.

”I used to think Cabin 7 was the coolest cabin in Connecticut,” he said. ”Now I know we’re the coolest in the whole world. I mean, who else can say they have a freakin’ shapeshifter as a friend?

”Aw, you guys…” Ve was struggled to hold back tears. She lost that battle, and big warm tears started rolling don her cheeks. ”I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” she sobbed. ”I wanted to, but I never dared.”

Masha, Samuel, and Marco acted in unison, standing up to embrace Vee in a big group hug.

”Hey, it’s okay,” Masha said. ”We get it. It took me forever to come out to my parents, much longer than it took for you to come out to us. It’s okay, we promise.”

”Th-thanks,” Vee said. She managed to wriggle one arm free to wipe the tears off her face. ”You guys really are the best.”

They stood huddled together for a minute, until Vee felt her love of hugs starting to give way to her fear of being restrained.

”I’m fine, I promise,” she said, trying to wriggle free of the group hug. ”I’m just so happy is all.”

Eventually, the Cabin 7 crew relented with their physical affection and let her go. They had breakfast to finish after all.

The three humans watched with equal amounts fascination and disgust as Vee ate an entire banana, without peeling it. ”The shell doesn’t taste that good, but hey, it’s the inside that counts, right?” she said. And really, who could argue with logic like that?

Her friends had a few more questions about her biology yet.

”Do you shed your skin like a snake?” Samuel asked while helping to gather the dishes.

”Uh-huh,” Vee hummed, putting the dishes in the sink. She decided to be lazy and do them later. ”I actually shed not too long ago. The old skin’s in a box in the basement, if you wanna see it.”

”…that’s a hard pass for me bro,” Marco said. ”Why would you even keep it?”

”What were we supposed to do, throw it out in the garbage?” Vee asked rhetorically. ”You saw how Jacob acted yesterday. After Camila locked him in his own cage, he hasn’t dared to go after us directly. But I don’t think he’s above digging through the trash to find proof there’s a demon living here. As is, everyone thinks he’s a raving lunatic conspiracy nut. Which, to be fair, he is, he just happened to stumble onto the truth this one time.”

The three friends nodded, for the first time realizing just what it would mean if Jacob actually did get proof of demon presence in Gravesfield. The town had a history of witch hunting already, who’s to say the people of today wouldn’t continue the tradition should they learn of Vee’s presence? Not to mention what the government might do to get their hands on an interdimensional traveler.

”It must’ve been incredibly hard for you,” Masha said. ”To have to pretend to be someone else, in a world you know nothing about.”

”It wasn’t always easy,” Vee admitted. ”But… well, it’s kinda what we basilisks do. Disguise, observe, lie, infiltrate, feed, survive… a lot of it was pure instinct. I’m a natural liar.”

Samuel shook his head. 

”’Liar’ is a bad word,” he said. ”Very strong, very stigmatized. Say you’re a born actor and a natural talent at improv.”

This made Vee laugh.

”If you say so,” she giggled. She cleared her throat and the next time she spoke, her voice was an exact imitation of Samuel’s. ”A lot of it was instinct. I’m a born actor and a natural talent at improv.”

”You’re so gonna have to help me write my résumé,” Masha said to Samuel, prompting a brief chuckle.

”I’ve been thinking of doing NaNoWriMo this year, so I’ve been practicing how to make sentences longer,” he explained. He then had to spend the next fifteen minutes explaining what that was and deflecting questions his friends had about the novel he was totally going to write.

[bunnygirl678]

Story Time!

Y'all wanna hear about the time I had a "demon" exorcism?

No? Then don't click read more lmao

So back when I was a middle schooler (like 11-13ish i think) my dad had us going to a "Spirit-filled" or "Charismatic" church, which really translates to a bunch of people who had mental health issues who were not being medicated (seriously they looked for that dopamine hit with the church i realize this as an adult)

Anyway, services lasted anywhere from 4-8 hours, I had already decided it was all BS (actually I wasn't sure where I stood on my faith, I've since figured it out), so I started reading during it, during middle school I was really really into Meg Cabot (She wrote the princess diaries and a ton of other stuff), I was reading one of the books from the boy series (romance stuff which makes a lot of sense if you know that i'm an absolute hopeless romantic, emphasis on the hopeless lmao)

The pastor and my father decided that because i wasn't paying attention to their 2 hour singing and dancing (remember i also had undiagnosed adhd so focusing in general was horrible) and speaking in "tongues" (if you want a theological debate feel free, i've read the passage about it in the bible it's not some bs angel language, the holy spirit just allowed them to know other languages without learning them), so they brought me to the front. Now at this point I was also going through my Emo-lite phase, I was exploring fashion, and I'd read that one scott westerfield book about starting fashions (i have no clue which one it's been like 15 years) so i was dressed a little wild, you know like your average nerdy 13 year old.

Anyway i sat at the front on a weird stool and all of the church members came up and put their hands all over me and started spouting gibberish while the pastor told the demon to leave me. And i wish so bad that i would have fucked with them like started shaking and speaking what little latin i knew, or saying bs like 'the time is near we will rise' just for funsies, but i'm a lot more creative as an adult lol.

they did that for like 30 minutes, then they were all crying and said the demon was gone, i walked back to my seat and picked up my book and went back to where i was.

like these people were unhinged lmao

another time the pastor was giving out prophesies to everyone and they made me get one, the pastor knew i was in trying out for volleyball because my dad and him talked constantly and we had to get lunch with them every week.

Anyway the pastor says, "you will be the star, the power of the holy spirit will be with you, you will be the best at volleyball" or something my dad still has the recording on cassette lmao

So when it came for volleyball in school, i sucked ass (this had nothing to do with the prophecy i have zero hand eye coordination, i can literally only run and play golf haha) i ended up sucking so bad i made C team (we were a small school so everyone got to do something) there was A team then B team, two separate teams, then there was C team, which only got to play on B team when there were home games. Like the only reason i was there was because the coach felt bad and didn't want to cut anyone hahahaha

Long story short, I spent a few years with some deep seeded hatred of religion, I've since worked it out, but still damn

[fellasleepinbaltimore]

I wish I was the kinda person that loves hard work. like the person that gets whatever job they can and just be the best they can work as hard as they can. I think part of that motivation is maybe they have more to lose... but also like that's not to say I don't or can't work hard that's more to say I'm finding it difficult to do so under the circumstances I expect myself to.

like maybe it's a misunderstanding on what hard work really is or what it means to be a hardworker like obvi it's not easy but it's also hard to like sustain like how long can you run at that pace like honestly there are things you cannot will yourself through and maybe that line is just different for everyone or maybe it shifts based on circumstance idk...

like I feel ashamed bc I think I complain too much like I'm expecting life to be easy or rather I'm searching for something that cannot exist, a circumstance that isn't real, maybe every job just sucks or maybe I haven't found the right one, does the right one exist or are my expectations too high??

its not even that it's too hard, I can do it and maybe I just need more practice and time my biggest issue is just the work environment, like my last job was the hours and standing for so long yk the expectation to stay later stuff like that like it was just unfortunate yk abtjtytyhy like am I expecting too much??? FFYHTYH like maybe I just don't wanna work but tbh it's not even that like I don't like having nothing to do as much as it seems like it I like having my time yes but I can't just indulge myself all the time I like to work, like my schedule now isn't that bad tbh

but I just like... maybe I just need to like make my desires known like next job be clear about days and hours I would like to work

bc in the long run this is just my third job and I've never held a job for longer than a year and like the idea that I don't know how to have a job like isn't wild, how it fits into my life, how go conduct myself, how to pervieve it and look at it in my head

thats stuff you learn with time so maybe I need to give myself time. so yeah I'm probably gonna be looking for another job soon but like i don't need to feel guilt for that who does that help what does that change? this is how I'm spending days of my life it's important how I do that yk important in the sense like I simply cannot force myself to live my days in dread anymore like I can't do it I'm exhausted of doing that, I spent so many years like that it's too hard

I don't need an easy job I just need a job that i can endure without having to psych myself up for everyday or is that normal??? anyway idk this doesn't save me from the week to come but it is what it is

[lovetransaction]

Q: You're joining Reba McEntire as new series regulars on "Big Sky." Is there a duet in your future?

Ackles: (Laughs) If Reba McEntire wants to make me sing with her, I'm a big enough country fan to do everything I can to not let her down. She's an icon, she's legendary, she's country music royalty.

Q: What tune would you pick to sing?

Ackles: Oh, man. I would just do anything I could to get her to sing “Fancy.”

JENSEN WANTS TO SING ‘FANCY’

YOU GUYS KNOW THE SUBJECT MATTER OF ‘FANCY’ RIGHT

RIGHT???!?!??

i’m not even gonna bother being cagy i’m just gonna paste it here. utilize your john/dean senses accordingly. look up the orville peck cover of it if you wanna get immersed

I remember it all very well, lookin' back It was the summer I turned eighteen We lived in a one room, rundown shack On the outskirts of New Orleans We didn't have money for food or rent To say the least, we were hard pressed Then Mama spent every last penny we had To buy me a dancin' dress

Mama washed and combed and curled my hair And then she painted my eyes and lips, then I stepped into a satin Dancin' dress that had a split on the side clean up to my hip It was red velvet trim and it fit me good Standin' back from the lookin' glass There stood a woman where a half grown kid had stood

She said, "here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down"

Mama dabbed a little bit of perfume on my neck Then she kissed my cheek And then I saw the tears wellin' up in her troubled eyes As she started to speak She looked at our pitiful shack And then she looked at me and took a ragged breath She said your pa's runned off and I'm real sick And the baby's gonna starve to death

She handed me a heart shaped locket that said "To thine own self be true" And I shivered as I watched a roach crawl across The toe of my high heel shoe It sounded like somebody else, it was talkin' Askin', "mama, what do I do?" She said, "just be nice to the gentlemen, Fancy They'll be nice to you"

She said, "here's your chance, Fancy, don't let me down Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down Lord, forgive me for what I do But if you want out, well, it's up to you Now don't let me down now Your mama's gonna move you uptown”

Well, that was the last time I saw my ma The night I left that rickety shack The welfare people came and took the baby Mama died and I ain't been back

But the wheels of fate had started to turn And for me there was no way out And it wasn't very long 'til I knew exactly What my mama'd been talkin' about

I knew what I had to do and I made myself this solemn vow That I's gonna be a lady someday Though I don't know when or how But I couldn't see spending the rest of my life With my head hung down in shame You know I might have been born just plain white trash But Fancy was my name

She said, "Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down” She said, "Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down"

It wasn't long after a benevolent man Took me in off the streets And one week later, I was pourin' his tea In a five room hotel suite

I charmed a king, a congressman And an occasional aristocrat And then I got me a Georgia mansion And an elegant New York townhouse flat And I ain't done bad (she ain't done bad)

Now in this world, there's a lot of self-righteous hypocrites That'd call me bad And criticize mama for turning me out No matter how little we had

But though I ain't had to worry 'bout nothin' For nigh on fifteen years Well, I can still hear the desperation In my poor mama's voice ringin' in my ears

"Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down Oh, here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down Lord, forgive me for what I do But if you want out, well, it's up to you Now don't let me down Your mama's gonna move you uptown”

And I guess she did