#I’ll let shit happen if it will further what I want in life idc

[doveboycreature]

I think I’m destined to be taken advantage of by my employer

[kingofbr00klyn]

Newsies prompts! Yeah! Um... 1. Jack being a big brother to Race. 2. Crutchie and Racetrack getting into some trouble together. 3. Jack and Spot caring for some of the littles. Pick one or write them all idc. Can’t wait to read!

Hi this took me like 4 days to write, I thought it was longer than that but okay, I have loads of other stuff in the works, this is just the first one I finished. Sorry for the wait. So this is for the prompt we’re Crutchie and Race get into trouble.

I tried to mix both 1992sies and livesies in this, but I don’t think it really comes across. Also, this story is ever so slightly exaggerated, but oh well. But it’s been a while since I’ve written anything, so this probably isn’t the best.

This will also be found on my AO3 account.

"Remind me ta never listen ta you again."

"How was I'se suppost ta know this would 'appen?"

"Well, I dunno. But now I’m in trouble because a’ summing I didn’t even do."

“Oh c’mon! Nuthin’ bad happened. I came out worse than you did. You get to go home scot-free.”

“But still. This is all your fault an’ I’m gonna make sure everyone knows it.”

"Wow, Crutch, whatta' way to throw a pal under da bus."

"You'se deserve it."

Race rolled his eyes and sulked further down into his chair, only to regret it when the hard plastic rubbed uncomfortably into his back. He glanced at his companion, who looked just about as shit as he felt. Crutchie kept nervously running a hand through his hair and fidgeting with the helm of his shirt, he looked like someone who had just been caught doing something illegal. Oh wait, that's because he had. Let's take a step back, shall we?

2 hours earlier.

Crutchie stood outside his door step, awaiting Race's arrival. The two had decided to spend the evening together, since none of their other friends were available. Race had said he would pick him up at 6. After Crutchie's watch ticked 6:15, Race's old TP Cruiser pulled up. He wore a bright, cheeky grin as he leaned over to open the passenger side door. "Get in loser, we're going shopping!" Crutchie gleefully obliged, grabbing his crutch and sliding into the front seat.

"Are you ready for the funnest night of yer life?" Race asked, a unlit cigar hanging loosely from his mouth.

Crutchie laughed. "We'se just goin' ta the diner on 4th, ain't we?"

"Nope," Race grabbed something from the cupholder beside him and handed it to Crutchie. "Just got this from my guy. Thought we'd treat ourselves tonight." It was a fake ID.

Antonio Higgings

11/12l1997

XXX XXXX XXX

XX/XX/XX

XX/XX/XX

"Yer guy?" Crutchie snorted, handing the card back. "You'se mean Albert."

"Maybe I do. Anyway, I'm low on cigs and shit, so I thought we'se stop by a corner shop and see how well this baby works." Starting the engine, Race pulled out of Crutchie's drive and set off for the nearest place that would give them what they wanted.

"What if we'se get caught? I don't wanna be done just because you'se got a nicotine addiction." Crutchie offered, messing with the diles for the radio.

"Then I punch Albert in the face," Race resorted. That drew a snicker from the blonde. "But seriously, don't worry 'bout it. Everthin's gonna be a-okay!"

Spolier altert; it wasn't.

After 10 or so minutes of driving, Race pulled to a stop and poorly parked the car. "Eh, good enough." He got out, with Crutchie tailing right behind him.

"You don't gotta come in. Ya know, cuz yer so scared of gettin' caught." The taller boy mocked.

Crutchie retaliated by hitting Race in the leg with his crutch. "I'm comin' wit' cha so you don't get punched in the face." Race forged offence, but waved off the comment.

The shop was small, just your regular off-licence, cheap booze with an even cheaper taste, the perfect thing to fuel Race's needs. A little bell rang as they opened the door, there weren't many people inside the shop, Crutchie noted the few middle aged men who were likely in there for similar reasons as themselves. Race swaggered to the front counter, an air of confidence around him. The shop clerk, a young man with a stoic expression, rolled his eyes at the tall blonde.

"What can I get you?" The clerk's tone was as cheerful as expected.

Race grinned cockily. "A smile would be a start, sweetheart," The shop clerk didn't respond, but continued to glare the boy down. "Okay then… A box o' ya finest Corona's and summa that scotch ya got up there." Race slapped $50 on the counter, along with his fake ID.

The clerk picked the card up, eying it suspiciously. Crutchie had a feeling this wouldn’t end well. “Yah think you’re funny, kid? Think I don’t know what a fake ID looks like?” The clerk said. “I’m gonna have to call the cops, you know.”

Race’s expression floored. Disbelief and fear quickly made itself at home. Crutchie felt a similar dread rise up in his stomach, he looked to Race for an inkling of what to do next, but the tall boy just continued to stare dumbly. Until he finally said, “I’m gonna fuckin’ kill Albert.”

As it turns out, the shop had an undercover officer outside the shop to deal with instances like this. The clerk called him in, and he escorted Crutchie and Race to the local station. Luckily, they had pretty much just been given a slap on the wrist and a call home. Except, since this wasn’t Race’s first offence, so he had also been slapped with a $50 fine.

The boys anxiously awaited the arrival of the parents. Race had already had a million and one messages from his brother, Jack. The sonva’ was having a field day with this. Text after text about how much trouble Race would be in, how he was grounded and how much shit Jack’s going to give him for this. Race ignored his brother, instead opting for spamming Albert with a variety of angry messages in all caps.

GottaGoFast - RedHeadHoe

19:05

GottaGoFast: ALBERT FUCKING DASILVA

GottaGoFast: U FUCKING BITCH

GottaGoFast: IM SO GOING TO KILL U

RedHeadHoe: ???

GottaGoFast: im at the police station

RadHeadHoe: oh what did u do now???

RedHeadHoe: OH

RedHeadHoe: YOU GOT CAUGHT

RedHeadHoe: HA

GottaGoFast: YEAH AND ITS ALL UR FAULT

RedHeadHoe: how is it my fault???

GottaGoFast: BECAUSE UR THE 1 WHO GAVE ME THE ID

RedHeadHoe: dude u didnt have to use it

RedHeadHoe: also i dont make them so it aint my fault

RedHeadHoe: blame my guy

GottaGoFast: ur guy?????

RedHeadHoe: ye

RedHeadHoe: skittery

GottaGoFast: ok but ur still dead

RedHeadHoe: cool

GottaGoFast: dentys gonna be here soon so gotta go

RedHeadHoe: good luck my dude

GottaGoFast: fuck u

RedHeadHoe: :)

Race slipped his phone into his pocket, just in time to see some familiar faces walk though the station door. Bryan Denton, Race’s foster father, walked up to the receptionist desk, before being pointed towards where the boys were sitting. Race looked at Crutchie, before straightening his back and putting on his most charming smile. "Heya Denty!" Race beamed, hoping to the gods above that this would go in his favour. Bryan didn't look particularly mad, but Denton never really got mad. It was like the man was incapable of it, it was great, and Race had done a lot of things that would cause any parent to flip their shit.

"Race," Bryan started, calm and collected as always."What were you thinking?" Okay, maybe it wasn't as great as Race thought, Denton's tranquill state was quite unsettling at the moment, Race had no idea what he was thinking.

"We'se just wanted to have a bit a' fun, ya know, teenage stuff," The blonde rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Did they'se tell ya 'bout da fine?"

"Yeah, they told me over the phone," Denton said. "I'll pay it and then we'll go home. Jack's waiting for us in the car.”

Race rolled his eyes. "Oh yay."

Crutchie didn't really pay much attention to the scene in front of him, he was too caught up in his own head. Fear and worry filled his thoughts, his grandmother wasn't the most forgiving then it came to things like this. Crutchie remembered once when he was 7 and snuck out of his room in the middle of the night to get one of the freshly baked cookies his grandmother had made that day, the elderly woman had found out about his midnight snack and boy was there hell to pay. She wasn't particularly mean or nasty, she could just be strict at times.

Times like these, Crutchie thought as he saw his grandmother barrel towards him with an expression that would make the toughest of men wet themselves. "Charles Andrew Morris! You are in so much trouble, young man!" Oh no, she used his full name. He really was a goner.

"Race, I don't think I'm comin' outta this alive…” Crutchie said.

Race snorted. "Don't worry, my dude, I got this." Crutchie didn't have time to ask what 'this' was, as Race stepped in front of him and greeted his grandmother.

"Mrs Morris, so good ta see ya 'gain," Race started. That diverted the woman from her path of destruction, as she instead gave the blonde a striking glare. The Italian tried not to shrink under her gaze, opting to continue with his sentence. "So um, ya see, Ma'am. It wasn't actually Crutchie's fault, it was mine. So, err, don't punish him for my mistake."

What?

Crutchie was in complete disbelief. And he wasn't the only one, Bryan shared a similar expression. While Race was a good friend, he was also a bit of an asshole, so him taking all the blame for this (even though it was his fault), was a surprise.

Crutchie’s grandmother eyed the boy suspiciously, before she turned on her heels and walked away. “Come on, Charlie, it’s time to go home.”

Crutchie was slightly dumbfounded, but didn’t question as he hugged Race. “Thanks man.”

Race winked and smiled. “No problem, Crutch. Text me if you ain’t dead!”

“Will do!”

RiceCrutchies - Racer

21:35

RiceCrutchies: Guess who aint dead :)))

Racer: yayyyy

Racer: so what happened

RiceCrutchies: Gran wasn’t very happy but she wasnt too mad

RiceCrutchies: Im grounded for 2 weeks tho

Racer: oh well at least we had 1 last night of fun before that

RiceCrutchies: Yea so how’d it go with Denton???

Racer: not too bad

Racer: im also grounded but they took my cigs at the police station so i need to get more from Albert

RiceCrutchies: You think you would have learnt your lesson but ok

Racer: 👌

Racer: i gotta go crutch see you in school???

RiceCrutchies: Yeah, see you and try not to do anything illegal between then

Racer: no promises

RiceCrutchies: 🤦‍

[living-dead-parker]

We Are Family - P.P

Summary: Peter and Reader have some news.

Warnings: fluff so much fluff

A/N: for timeline purposes; this takes place like five years after everyone comes back and i assumed Peter was 17 in IW bc 2018, so he’s 22 and reader is 23. Also, Tony sure as hell adopted Nebula and you’ll have to take that from my cold dead hands bc they cARED FOR EACH OTHER IDC IDC IDC IDC. Endgame happened, but none of the depressing shit happened and I’ll probs makes a part two and three to this.

Word Count: 1.8k

The nerves fill your stomach as you remain seated in the passenger seat of the black Audi, the idea seeming so terrifying. Not that you expect it to go bad. In fact, they'd all be so ecstatic to hear the news. You just know it. However, it's still such a nerve-wracking thing. Not knowing the reactions for sure is difficult. You can feel the bile begin to rise up, reminding you of the worst three weeks of your life, just having to wake up to the bitter and disgusting taste in your mouth. It sucks. However, you swallow it down, knowing that everyone will be supportive. They have to be, you're Y/N Stark, how couldn't they be?

"Hey, baby," Peter says softly, noticing how you keep toying with the belt of the coat you're wearing. He opts for grabbing your arm and squeezing it gently. There's a very reassuring smile on his lips when you turn to look at him, a bright gleam in his eyes. The beautiful brown eyes you fell in love with, the cute nose you love to boop at every chance because it still makes him giggle, the unruly brown that you swear you just cleaned three days ago. The scent of his cologne wafting up into your nose, making you calm down. Something like sandalwood and a tinge of something smokey. In bulk, it's something that can probably burn your nose off, but in its subtle hints on Peter, you feel comfort. "You'll be alright."

The warm smile sends you reeling. If there's one person you want to do this with, it's Peter. He's your person, the one who makes the whole life thing just a little bit more easier than others do. That's not to say that others don't make the life thing easy, because they do. Peter just makes it a bit easier.

You lean in and press a chaste kiss to his lips, a simple peck. However, he rests a cold hand on your cheek, softly rubbing the pad of his thumb over the soft skin and pulling you in for a deeper more passionate kiss. However, the center console of the car begins to bug your tummy, so you pull away and give him a sly smile, letting him know you're okay. You look ahead and notice the single house, the deck leading to the lake, and a few bikes and some toys on the lawn. A smile reaches your face as you look over at the house. You feel your eyes gloss over at the memories or lack thereof.  However, you shake the thought away.

You're here, Peter is here. Dad and Pep are safe, and so are Morgan and Nebula. They're safe and living. Breathing, laughing, loving.

"Okay," Peter sighs softly. Not upset, just a bit pitiful. "That's enough of that, let's go in."

Turning to look at Peter, you nod, a gleam in your eyes and a wide smile. Peter seems to know you better than you know yourself and that makes this journey just a bit more comfortable. You unbuckle yourself and hop out of the car as Peter does the same. On Peter's side, there are three other cars parked there. One belongs to Happy and Peter just knows he brought May since he asked him to. The other cars being Tony's and Pepper's. He grabs a bag from the trunk, holding clothes for the weekend for both of you. The plan is to spend the weekend to see everyone again. You wait by the hood of the car, holding a hand out for Peter to take once he's next to you.

His hands seem to mold to yours so perfectly. They're just a bit bigger than yours, perfectly encasing them and making you feel comfortable. The sound of birds chirping and singing their songs fills your ears, the smell of the cool fall air hitting your nose. Upon approaching the porch, Peter sets the bag down and knocks on the door. He could have let go of your hand, or you could have knocked, but he did that instead. Your sweet dork.

"Y/N! Peter!" May says excitedly as she sees the two of you. With a wide and excited smile on your lips, you step forward and you're soon engulfed into a strong and loving embrace. May's hugs were always so warm and comforting. You remember she was the one who made those five years so easy. You'd been with her when you both disappeared, with each other in that weird place. She helped you cope and you helped her. Her hugs were what helped you get through so many things. When you let go, Peter pulls his aunt into a tight embrace, causing you to smile. Once the two have had their greetings, May lets you both in, leading the way into the living room.

From the entrance, you can see Morgan and Nebula sitting in the middle of the living room, in front of the TV watching some weird cartoon about a sausage and its friends. You also see Happy sitting on the couch, texting away on his phone. The further you walk in, you see your dad and Pepper in the kitchen scurrying around as they cook something.

"We were just cooking dinner, we didn't think you'd be this early," May says when you notice Pepper and your dad hurriedly grabbing plates. The sight causes you to giggle at how adorable they look together. How they work so well even in the kitchen.

"No worries, May."

You quietly stalk into the kitchen, Peter right behind and May behind him. Pepper is busy putting something in the oven while Tony is dancing to the music playing as he flips the vegetables in the pan. You giggle, walking up to your dad and wrapping your arms around him.

"Dad!" you exclaim as he gasps loudly. He lightly smacks your arm playfully and turns to press a peck to your cheek. His eyes light up at the sight of you. Pepper chuckles, walking over to you as you let go of Tony. Peter goes to greet Tony as you give Pepper a hug.

"It's been too long without you guys," Pepper whines as she pecks your cheek. You smile at her and nod. After a few more minutes of catching up, you and Peter head to the living room and greet Morgan and Nebula.

"Morg!" you shriek excitedly as you see your little sister. "Neb!" you say after, seeing your adopted blue sister. It's still the coolest thing ever to you. She might have lost a sister, but she gained two new sisters. "I've missed you two!" you say excitedly. They stand up just as excited to see you. Morgan runs up to you and hugs you, Nebula coming up behind her and enveloping both of you into a tight embrace.

"Y/N!" Morgan shrieks just as excitedly. The smile on Nebula's face was enough to tell you she's excited to see you as well.

The rest of the day seemed to go by in a daze. You spent a lot of time with Morgan and Nebula while Peter went to talk to May and Tony. Eventually, dinner came around and you found yourself all at dinner. Pepper sits at the head of the table, Morgan to her left. Tony sits on Morgan's other side, Happy sitting next to Tony. May takes the other head of the table. Peter sits between May and you, Nebula on your other side. Everyone was eating and talking, and it all felt like home. Like everything was where and as it should be. It felt like the right moment.

"Hey guys," you say loudly as you look over at everyone. The room goes quiet as all eyes are on you. Peter turns to you, giving you a hopeful smile. You just nod subtly, feeling his hand moves to yours and grip it just tight enough to be reassuring. "I have some news."

Tony's eyes are focused on you, expecting you to get with it and say it already. May eyes you and Peter, trying to piece something together. Pepper and Happy just nod, waiting for a response. Mogan and Nebula watch you as you stand up.

"We wanted to let you all know at the same time because you guys are so important and we couldn't imagine how you'd all overreact if someone found out before the other," Peter jokes, earning a nod from May and a playful scowl from Tony. Peter stands up and wraps an arm around the small of your back, resting a hand on your hip. You untie the belt of the large coat and let it slip open, revealing the small bump.

"We're having a baby," you say softly. Everyone's eyes were blown wide when they saw the bump. However, hearing you utter the words seemed to make it all real. You can see Tony's eyes gloss over, Pepper's eyes are so wide. Wider than they would get when dad would do something stupid or reckless. May's crying, the tears rolling down her cheeks as she covers her mouth. Happy has a smile on his face. Morgan is jumping and Nebula has a small smile on her lips. She looks concerned, but happy nonetheless. "I'm only three months, going for four next week. So, we don't know the sex yet, but we're really excited."

May jumps up, followed by Tony. The two are in tears as they wrap you up in hugs. You giggle, feeling overwhelmed by the love. Peter even gets choked up. Tony pecks your forehead, holding you so close to him. The feeling erupts inside you and you hold him back just as tight. May wraps her arms around the two of you and you feel Peter's arms as well. Then Pepper, followed by Happy. Morgan is hugging your legs and all that's left is Nebula. She stares longingly, wanting to be part of it. Wanting to be able to hug you all, wanting to feel love and affection, something she hasn't felt in so long. You notice, holding a hand out and encouraging her to join in. She shakes her head, so you pull away and approach her.

"Hey, Neb," you tell her softly as everyone eyes you. "I want you to be in my baby's life, I want them to meet their aunty Nebula," you tell her, wrapping your arms around her. If she could show it, she'd be crying. Her arms hesitantly wrap around you and you hear her let out a huff of air. Slowly, everyone joins in the hug.

All your worries washing away as you feel all the arms wrapped around you, as you feel all the love, and as you hear all the sniffling. Then the emotions hit you like a truck. The baby isn't even born yet and there are already so many people that would die for them, and it makes you feel so good about your decision. There are so many people who will be in this baby's life who want to be in it, that want to love this baby and it makes you feel so loved. Makes you feel blessed. Makes it all feel like it's worth it.

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[gyllenhaalstories]

You've started writing at what 10 yo? gurl that is some young stuff. give us 3 writing facts pls!

I KNOW i don’t even wanna know what i wrote back then. i’d die of embarrassment.

i played with barbie dolls until i was 13 or 14 and this is where my passion for writing started. to me, writing includes building characters and stories and story telling in general. and what i loved the most about playing with dolls was a) to pretend i was an interior designer and b) to create crazy stories. i used to go back from school, finish all of my schoolwork (i peaked at 11 as an academic it went downhill ever since) and play. i built characters based off their looks, the “vibes” i was getting, the clothes that fit better on them, etc. and i discovered one of my favourite things in the absolute universe: giving names to stuff. my dolls (i had barbie but also another brand that is called LIV dolls, they no longer exist) and they always had the same names and i was like NOPE NOT HAVING IT. so i would look up for names, dig through movies i enjoyed and find cute names, read the credits at the end of movies and all of that. and still to this day, i sort of build my characters around their names!

i used to write ALL THE TIME in high school. i carried a notebook and wrote everything that came to mind. i used to roleplay (basically playing characters and interacting with other people who also play characters) on a francophone platform named ohmydollz (THIS WAS TRAUMATIC) so i would build characters, match certain characters to celebrities i enjoyed (this is called faceclaim) and all of that. i wrote a shit ton of fanfiction based off glee and x-men. in fact, my best work was a charles xavier x erik lehnsherr (cherik is my otp) fanfic set in paris during ww2. i never finished it, never went further than the prologue. BUT THE STORY THE PLOT THE CHARACTERS THE TENSION wow i really peaked.

i struggle still, up to this day, to write. i’ve been writing essays and argumentative and scientific pieces for over 5 years now and let me tell you, it kills your imagination. you develop certain writing habits and you become so overly critical of certain words and expressions. it’s sad. i struggle writing essays because they are not creative enough. and i struggle writing narrative pieces because they are not “proven” and “reliable” enough. i know it’s stupid for me to continue into a masters degree and sell my soul to the academic devils, but if it’s the only way i get to write, i’ll do it. most professors strongly dislike my style of writing, they call it too colourful or too descriptive, and this is all due to my experience in narrative writing. i don’t want to lose this “colour” in my essays, because it adds a little something that makes me appreciate writing and reading them. it gives majour headaches to all of my profs but hey, they won’t ever read what i submit to them as assignments so idc <3 one of my dreams is to write a historical novel. AND MAKE ALL OF MY PEERS CRINGE BECAUSE HISTORIANS HATE HISTORICAL NOVELS i am evil i know. but i would love that! probably still something about two gays in the army in paris wondering what the hell is happening and just living life dressed in ugly green uniforms.

[kyojuuros]

Zeke, Eren, Hanji :D

I’m gonna throw these under a cut since there are three of them! haha

Zeke-

Why I like them: 420 stoner older brother meme daddy who just wants a damn pony. Okay but seriously, I love that he’s a very complex and sympathetic antagonist. His backstory really tugged at my heart and I can’t help but feel badly for him despite everything that he’s done. All the while, he continues to be a giant dork, always burning himself on something or trying to make heavy situations seem lighter. I enjoyed the mystery he was shrouded in for much of the story, and I was happy to find that he actually wasn’t some infallible 4D chess master genius all along, that his goal is rather simple and born from a place of hurt. He’s very interesting, and I can’t wait to see how his story ends. 

Why I don’t: Despite being best meme boi, he has done some pretty awful and unforgivable things to characters who absolutely didn’t deserve it. He is sympathetic and I still have some hope left for him, but his treatment of the Eldian people, the notion that he doesn’t wholly view them as humans worthy of dignity, but rather poor creatures who need to be pitied and whose fates he’s decided on his own, is something quite terrifying and unsettling. Even if he has redemption in the end, it’s good if the narrative doesn’t actually forgive his crimes entirely. 

Favorite episode (scene if movie): Chapter 114, absolutely. Seeing what makes him tick and how he was raised broke me. 

Favorite season/movie: The final arc is currently the one I’m finding I enjoy him in the most. 

Favorite line: “I will inherit the beast titan. Not for Marley’s sake. I’ll successfully retake the founder, steal the Founding Titan from Marley, and save the world. I’ll free the people of the world from the fear of the titans, and free Eldians from their suffering.” (Chapter 114)

Favorite outfit: I actually like the comfortable hoodie look he had going on in chapter 77. But also I can never complain about his shirtless scenes, so… 

OTP: I actually don’t feel strongly (in a serious) way about any Zeke ships, so probably nothing?

Brotp: Zeke/Yelena, Zeke/Pieck, Zeke/Reiner… the latter two in a more ideal world. And of course Jaegerbros, in a more ideal world haha

Head Canon: He was probably shocked to find out that he had a brother on Paradis, and he was probably very nervous about seeing him for the first time. When he did finally see him, he probably projected an immediate connection and desire to help Eren “see the light” so to speak. 

Unpopular opinion: I love his character and have always found him enjoyably fascinating. 

A wish: I hope that Zeke is able to atone for the lives he’s taken by the end of the story. Self sacrifice seems to be the most fitting way to do it, but ultimately I hope that he can see and understand why his goal is heavily misguided and harmful, and that neither he nor the people of Eldia’s lives were ever meaningless. I hope that of all people, it is Eren who makes him understand.

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: I don’t want him to die believing that he never had any worth or meaning in the world. I don’t want it to turn out that Eren never felt anything toward him as a brother or a fellow suffering Eldian.

5 words to best describe them: Tragic, dorky, manipulative, misguided, sympathetic.

My nickname for them: Beast daddy B)

Eren-

Why I like them: I think we’d be here all day if I named every little thing. But Eren has always been a character who I’ve loved since the first time I saw him. He was always a perceptive character with a bigger understanding of the circumstances he lived in than the people around him. His insuppressible desire to be free has always resonated with me and his blatant dislike for complacency in the world is extremely easy for me to relate to. He’s passionate about the things he fights for and the people that he loves, and his will to fight is admirable and inspiring. Through his highs and lows I’ve always felt I could understand him well (rip me @ 112) and even through his mistakes and poor judgement calls I’ll always find myself in his corner holding out hope and faith that he will be in the right place in the end. He’s always inspired me and I hope that he will always do so.

Why I don’t: I’m just begging Isayama for his POV at this point because not knowing what’s going through his head has been the most depressing and painful experience I’ve had to go through since I became a slave to this series almost 6 years ago. 

Favorite episode (scene if movie): I’m… supposed to choose just one? I guess if I have to pick one, I still love him in episode 13/chapter 14 the best. His speech in that scene is still my favorite quote from him in the entire series and it always gives me chills and makes me tear up. The imagery of him pushing forward with the weight of everything pressing down on him is so powerful and still so relevant. And he pushes and pushes through until he’s finally able to lift that weight and use it to solve the immediate problem. I hope that the final resolution touches my heart in the same ways. 

Favorite season/movie: It’s not animated, but I absolutely love Eren in the latter half of the Marley arc. To see him grow and learn to understand the greyness of the world, to talk about the realities of the effects of war to Falco, to see him extend an understanding to Reiner, to see how much more competent he’s gotten with his powers, to see him take a seemingly dark turn, it was such a cool thing to experience for the first time. I’m hopeful that with all the answers, I’ll find his development in that arc all the more fascinating and understandable. 

Favorite line: “When we’re born, all of us are free. People who reject that, no matter how strong they are, don’t matter. The burning water, the land of ice… anything will do. Anyone who saw those things would be the freest person in the world. Fight!! Who’d value their life over something like that? It doesn’t matter how terrifying the world is. It doesn’t matter how cruel the world is. Fight! Fight!! FIGHT!!” (Chapter 14)

Favorite outfit: I’m weak for his black hoodie/black pants combo. Absolutely and totally weak for it. Shirt, no shirt, idc. Black hoodie and pants. Yes. Very, very yes. 

OTP: ereri, eremika, erehisu, ereani

Brotp: erejean, eremin, jaegerbros, erecon

Head Canon: I still have this idea in my head that he cleaned himself up in 106 as a result of Levi telling him he looked like shit. I also like to think (at least, I hope) that he feels very bad for Zeke. He still loves his friends more than anything. He probably saw some of himself in Falco. If him and Gabi met under different circumstances they would adore each other.

Unpopular opinion: Eren’s so polarizing I have no idea what the unpopular opinions are anymore. lol But in any case, I still love and support him and believe in the best of him. 

A wish: That he will be the one to truly save the Eldian people and help them move forward, just as his titan allegedly is meant to do. That he will be able to reconcile with his friends and repair his relationship with them. They he will find peace by the end of the story (and even taking it a step further, that he will actually get to live out his life to an old age if the curse can be lifted). 

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: That he dies with his loved ones forever resenting him. That it turns out he actually does agree with Zeke’s plan and thinks Eldia’s only hope is its own demise. That he dies by the story’s end (let me dream ok). 

5 words to best describe them: Passionate, hotheaded, determined, compassionate, inspiring. 

My nickname for them: Best Boi, Hobo Boi, Love of My Life, My Sunshine, Moon and Stars, Edgelord, Bae, Ereh, Precious bby (honestly I could go on forever I love him so much it hurts).

Hange-

Why I like them: She’s super smart and good at coming up with strategies on the spot and creates amazing weapons for the Survey Corps to use. Super passionate about her field of work and super compassionate to the suffering of others. She never gives up no matter how defeated she might feel. She has some very funny moments in the manga, and I love the scenes where she Gets Serious™ and takes no shit.

Why I don’t: I personally don’t connect with Hange as a character very well so I can sometimes struggle to relate to her or enjoy her antics. That being said, I see and appreciate what she brings to the story and I hope to see her really come into her own as a commander soon. 

Favorite episode (scene if movie): I love her moment when she talks down Mikasa during the serumbowl and I still find it one of the most touching parts of that chapter. Like, Hange just gets it and for the first time someone is truly there to talk Mikasa through her suffering and console her in a way that helps her to accept the tragedy that is befalling her and it’s something I feel is so important to her character growth. Hange delivering that speech also had such good thematic importance about learning how to let go of the people you love and keep moving forward without them, no matter how much it might hurt to do so. Ugh I’m gonna die when it’s animated. Romi Park is gonna nail it.

Favorite season/movie: Hange shines the best during the Uprising arc and she’s always a delight to watch throughout. 

Favorite line: “I have people I wish I could bring back too. Hundreds of them. Ever since I joined the Survey Corps, every day has brought a new farewell. But you understand, don’t you? Everyone you meet will be parted from you one day. I know it’s difficult to accept. It’s hard to stay sane, living like that. It’s painful. So painful. I know that. But even so… We need to move forward…” (Chapter 84)

Favorite outfit: idk what it is but I actually love Hange in the classic Survey Corps uniform the best.

OTP: mobuhan, eruhan

Brotp: levihan, mikehan, aruhan

Head Canon: I think that despite saying she’s lost all trust in Eren, she still wants to have faith in him and hope in him, which is why she’s trying to be understanding of the Yeagerists’ position. But she cannot support what they’re doing and so it’s something she’s very much struggling with. 

Unpopular opinion: There are some times where Hange’s excitable antics annoy me a bit rather than make me laugh. 

A wish: I want to see her come into her own as a commander and really show what she’s worth. She can’t be the same as Erwin, but I want her to show the readers and the characters her worth, and see and understand what it is that Erwin saw in her that he thought would make her a good commander in the first place. She’s been shrouded in self doubt from the beginning. I want to see her gain the confidence she needs to come to the correct answer. 

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: I really hope that Floch/the Yeagerists don’t end up hurting her because she won’t give them the info they want. And I also don’t want to see her succumb to “filling the role” that she dethroned Sannes from (although I doubt the latter happens, she doesn’t want that to happen). 

5 words to best describe them: Intelligent, passionate, visionary, creative, insecure.

My nickname for them: Hanjo

[izzyfandoms]

Centuries - Chapter Five

This is basically just an angsty human au (with magic) Sanders Sides fanfic.

Pairings - Prinxiety, Logicality and background Emile x Remy

Warnings - Death, Major Character Death, Blood, Fighting, Deceit, minor cursing, let me know if there’s anything else

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Masterpost

Prologue

Chapter Four

Chapter Six

Almost half an hour had passed since the accidental reveal and the trio were now sitting in a circle on the living room floor. All the furniture had been pushed to the edges of the room and Logan was flipping through the pages of one of his spell books, muttering to himself quietly as he did.

Roman opened his mouth to ask something, but he was interrupted by Logan slamming the book to the floor and pointing at the page it was open to. "There! That’s the spell that we want. It will show you a few memories from our first life, provided that Roman and I were there too."

"Aren’t there any spells that, like, fully bring back memories?"

"Well, yes, those spells do exist, but, unfortunately, Roman and I haven’t come across any spell books that contain the right one." Logan adjusted his glasses and frowned. "Spell books are very much a rarity these days, so it may take some time to find the right one, if we ever do."

"Hmm... well maybe I could ask Emile. He’s got, like, so many different spell books in his house, it’s crazy." Remy said casually and after a beat of silence he noticed the shocked looks on their faces, he added. "What?"

"Emile has spell books?" Logan said incredulously. "Can he do magic? Why didn’t you tell us?!"

Remy shrugged. "IDK, I didn’t, like, think it was necessary. Plus he can’t really, like, do magic, but I think his grandparents could."

"So is that why you weren’t that shocked when we told you about our past?" Roman asked.

"Well, yeah, but I don’t think I would have been that surprised anyway. I’ve seen all kinds of crazy shit before, magic wouldn’t have been that had to believe."

"Okay... but you said he has spell books?”

"Yeah, he’s got, like, shelves of them. Why?"

"One of those spell books could have a full memory restoration spell!" Roman said excitedly. "And that would mean that we can fully restore your memory and Virgil’s and Patton’s when we find them!"

"If we find them." Logan mumbled, but he stopped when Roman glared at him. He cleared his throat and sat up properly. "We’ll talk to Emile about this when we see him next. Now, Remy, are you ready to see some of our old memories?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Okay." Logan held out his hands to Remy, on his left, and Roman, on his right. "We must be making physical contact for this spell to work, and holding hands is the easiest way to do that. Then, everyone must close their eyes as I recite the words. I’ll focus on retrieving the memories, so all you’ll need to do is keep your mind clear."

Roman and Remy did as instructed, taking the hands on their left and right and closing their eyes. As soon as Logan said the words, they were pulled into the first memory: the memory of the first time Roman and Remy met Logan.

The duo had been waiting for the new royal advisor to arrive for the past half hour and they were getting quite bored.

"Why am I even here? You don’t even need me to meet the new advisor. I’m bored." Remy whined, leaning against the wall and fiddling with his sword.

"That’s why I need you here! Royal advisors are always just so BORING, so I need you here so I don’t get bored to death by this guy."

"Well, I apologise if I bore you to death, your highness." A new voice said dryly, and both Remy and Roman spun around to face him. Standing there was Logan, watching them with his arms crossed. He then sighed and held out his hand for Roman to shake. "My name is Logan Abbott, your new royal advisor."

Roman paused for a moment in surprise, before taking and roughly shaking Logan’s hand. "Well, I’m sure you already know who I am, but this is my best friend Remy, one of the royal knights." He then dropped Logan’s hand, making him stumble, almost falling over, and grinned. "You seem pretty cool for a nerd."

"Uh, thank you? I think?" Logan said, looking a bit confused but going along with it.

There was a moment of silence before the door opened and someone stepped into the room, jumping in surprise when he saw that there were already three people there.

"Oh, sorry! I didn’t know anyone else was in here, I’ll go!

"Patton!" Roman exclaimed, grabbing Patton’s hand and pulling him further into the room to introduce him to Logan.

"This is one of my other best friends, Patton, he’s one of the court jesters. Pat, this is the new royal advisor, Logan."

"Hi! It’s nice to meet you!" Patton said, waving.

A slight blush had formed on Logan’s face as he said, "Uh, h-hello."

Patton smiled at him before his eyes widened and he turned to Roman. "Oh no! I have to go! I need to practise for the big event next week!"

He rushed over the door, pulling it open and turning to give Logan one last smile before leaving.

There was a second of silence before Remy snorted. Logan and Roman turned to him and he said, "Looks like the nerd’s got a crush on Patton."

"What?" He exclaimed, his blush increasing. "N-no I don’t!"

"Oh my god, he totally does!"

The memory faded away and Remy, Roman and Logan opened their eyes.

"Wow..." Remy said. "So I guess that was Patton?"

Logan nodded, frowning.

"Okay..." The trio was quiet for a few moments before Remy turned to look at Roman. "What about Virgil? How did we meet him?"

"Well, it’s a long story, but I suppose that that would be a good memory to look at next." Logan said. "Both of you, close your eyes again."

They did as they were told and they were all soon swept up into another memory. This one was set quite a few months after the last.

Roman, Remy, Logan and Patton were on a walk. The latter two had just recently gotten into a relationship and were holding hands, a slight blush apparent on both of their faces. They were wandering through the woods nearby the local village, when they heard movement behind a nearby tree.

They all turned to look at it and Logan looked to Remy and said, "You should go check that out."

"What? Why me?"

"You’re the knight, Remy."

Remy sighed in annoyance, unsheathing his sword and stepped towards the tree. "Show yourself!"

A moment later, someone stepped out from behind the tree, both hands up in surrender, one of which clutching a half-full sack. His face was hidden by a dark cloak.

"Who are you?" Roman said loudly, moving forward to stand next to Remy. "Show us your face!"

Slowly, the man reached up with his free hand and pushed the hood of the cloak back, revealing a pale face and a head of messy dark brown hair. "My name is Virgil Prince."

Roman was silent for a moment, experiencing a minor crisis at how attractive this guy was. Remy glanced at him, smirking slightly when he realised what was happening. Logan and Patton also realised what was going on, Logan rolling his eyes in response and Patton giggling.

Roman glared at his friends and stood up straighter, putting on his princely voice again. "And what’s in the bag, Virgil?"

"Stuff."

Roman narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "Hand it over."

Eyeing the sword that Remy was pointing at him, Virgil reluctantly handed up over. Roman reached inside, pulling out handfuls of jewellery and gold coins.

"Did you steal this?" He asked accusingly.

Virgil stayed silent, just glaring at the group with his hands still up in surrender.

"So you did steal them! You’re a thief!" Roman exclaimed.

"What should we do with him?" Logan said, subconsciously moving in front of Patton to protect him. "Perhaps we should bring him to the castle?"

Virgil’s eyes widened. "Please don’t! I- I can’t..."

"Can’t what?”

He hesitated for a moment, before sighing. "Look, I’ll return what I stole, just, please, let me go."

"And why should we do that?" Roman exclaimed, stepping forward.

"I just- I don’t want him to find me."

"Him?"

"My fiancé." Virgil said, and at the confused looks of the others, he sighed and continued. "My parents were, well, they used to be quite well known and rich in my kingdom. But then, my father lost most of our money, we owed a lot to a lot of people. So, their solution was to marry me off to someone rich. I ran away a couple months ago, the day before the wedding."

"But, how-" Logan started.

"It’s legal in my kingdom, that’s why I ran to this one, where things like that aren’t allowed. I’ve stayed hidden because I know he’s looking for me."

"And what’s your fiancé’s name?"

"Janus Faux."

A look of recognition appeared on all of their faces. He was quite well known across the nearby kingdoms, and not for very good reasons (not that anything could ever be proved). Remy lowered his sword, but said nothing. He, Logan and Patton all looked to Roman for what to do.

"Please... let me go, you can return the items. I just don’t want him to find me."

"Well, we just can’t let that happen." Roman said, using his princely voice once again. "We’ll hide you in the palace!"

"Are you sure that’s-" Logan started, only to be interrupted by Patton stepping out from behind him.

"That’s a great idea! There’s so many rooms, I’m sure we could find one for you!"

Virgil’s eyes widened. "You... why?"

"Well, why not?" Roman stepped forward and put his hand on Virgil’s shoulder, grinning at him.

Logan sighed. "What will your father think of this?"

Roman shrugged, not looking away from Virgil. "We just won’t tell him."

Again, the memory faded away and the trio opened their eyes. Remy glanced at Roman and Logan, who were both looking down and Roman was smiling sadly.

"Are you guys okay?"

"Yeah, we’re okay. We’re just... tired." Roman sighed.

"Did your father ever find out about Virgil?" Remy asked, and Roman laughed.

"Of course he did. It was only a few weeks after we met him, too." His sad smile returned. "But my father was a kind man and he let Virgil stay. He was also immediately accepting of us when we got together." Roman sighed. "I miss them."

There was a beat of silence before Logan looked up at Remy. "Is there anything else you would like to see? I have just enough energy for one more memory."

Remy thought about it, before saying, "How did we die?"

Logan and Roman glanced at each other, before Logan asked, "Is that what you want to see."

Remy nodded, so they all closed their eyes again, and were soon pulled into the memory.

It was a few years after the last memory, and the group was sitting in a small clearing in the woods, close to where they first met Virgil, having a picnic. It was Patton’s idea, of course, but the others didn’t take much convincing to go along with it.

"We can’t stay here for too long, Patton, we do all still have work to do." Logan said; he was about to continue but Patton had picked up and stuffed a piece of cake into Logan’s mouth.

"Shh, let us have a few hours to relax. Your work will still be there when you return." Patton smiled, brushing off a few crumbs from Logan’s face. "And I’m sure you’ll get through it all quickly, it’ll be a piece of cake!" Patton giggled.

Logan rolled his eyes and mock glared at him for the joke.

"Quiet, nerd. As your prince, I order you to stop complaining." Roman exclaimed, throwing his arm around Virgil’s shoulders. "We deserve a break. Don’t you agree, my love?"

Virgil rolled his eyes and shrugged, absent-mindedly leaning on Roman. He put his chin on Virgil’s head in response, pulling him into a proper hug.

"Yeah, you should just, like, chill out." Remy said, leaning back on one hand and picking up a sandwich with the other.

When Logan finished his mouthful of cake, he sighed. "Fine."

For the next hour or so, the group just relaxed, talking about a range of topics as they snacked on the food that they had brought.

Remy and Virgil had just started a conversation about all of the gossip that Remy had heard from the other knights and Roman was just quietly admiring Virgil.

After a few minutes, Virgil looked up at Roman. "What are you looking at?"

"You."

Roman then pulled his now-blushing boyfriend into a kiss, but they were rudely interrupted by Remy speaking up.

"Eww, affection."

"I walked in on you making out with three separate guards on three separate occasions yesterday alone, Remy. You can’t talk." Logan said; he would have had his arms crossed, but they were currently wrapped around Patton’s waist, who was half-sitting in his lap.

"Yeah, but I wasn’t, like, cute about it."

"I’m not cute..." mumbled Virgil as he put his head on Roman’s shoulder.

Roman laughed, and was about to disagree, when they heard someone behind them.

"I’d have to agree." A smooth unfamiliar voice said.

They all spun around to look at the owner of the voice. It was a tall man with dark hair, oddly familiar yellow eyes and black mask covering most of his face. Behind him were a dozen more masked men; all of them were holding weapons.

The group all immediately jumped up, Remy and Roman standing protectively in front of the other three, unsheathing their swords.

"Who are you?" Roman growled, glaring at the man.

"Does it matter?" The man grinned, before saying to the people behind him. "Kill them."

He stepped back as the others moved forward and Roman’s eyes widened as he quickly turned to Logan.

‘Run. Take Virgil and Patton with you. Get them to the castle.’ He thought to Logan.

‘No, we can’t leave you!’

‘Just go!’

Roman turned to face the enemies again and his eyes widened in horror at what he saw.

It was Remy.

There was a sword through his throat.

The man who stabbed him pulled it out with a sickening squelch and Remy collapsed to the ground. The blood and the life drained out of his body.

"No..." Roman whispered, feeling bile build up in the back of his throat.

His best friend... dead.

His horror turned to anger as he looked up at the men with a menacing glare on his face. "You killed him."

"Yes, I would have thought that that would have been obvious." The leader smirked, not a trace of guilt on his face.

"You’ll pay for that." He ran forward and began to fight. He didn’t know if Virgil, Patton and Logan were still there, but he hoped that they weren’t. He hoped that they were safe. Roman couldn’t hear them, so he had assumed that they had left.

That was until he heard a scream behind him. He turned to look and nearly threw up when he saw the knife through Patton’s chest.

Patton fell forwards onto Logan, getting blood all over both of them. He grabbed Logan’s face, kissing him hard before breaking away and whispering, "I love you," and collapsing to the ground.

Logan fell to his knees, clutching Patton’s now-lifeless body to his chest. Virgil stood there in horror, slowly stepping back until his back suddenly hit someone’s chest. It was the yellow-eyed man. Before Virgil could escape, the man was holding a knife to his throat.

Roman was surrounded, unable to do anything as the man he loved had something whispered in his ear (that made his eyes widen with fear). Virgil looked at Roman and mouthed ‘I’m sorry’, before his throat was slit and he too collapsed to the ground.

The overwhelming emotional pain moving through the connection was too much. They both gave in.

The yellow-eyed man got to Logan first and, due to the curse, when the blade pierced his heart, they both bled to death.

They were pulled out of the memory when the two died. Their eyes all snapped open; all three of them were crying.

They were all silent, nothing could be heard apart from the occasional sob. After a minute of this, Remy reached up and wiped his tears with the sleeve of his jacket.

"Well, that was fun." He joked, his voice still thick from crying.

"At least now you know about your past." Logan said, taking off his glasses to brush away his own tears.

"Yeah..."

They all went quiet again, lost in thought, until the silence was suddenly broken by the sound of the doorbell ringing. They all jumped up, still tense from the memories of their deaths.

The three glanced at each other, unsure of what to do until Logan said. "It’s probably Emile, he left his bag here, remember?"

They all then visibly relaxed and made their way towards the front door. Roman opened it and, as Logan had suspected, it was Emile.

"Hey, I think I lef- wait, are you guys crying?" Emile’s eyes widened. He stepped inside and grabbed Remy’s hand, looking at all three of them in concern.

"It’s a long story."

[demondeanismybaby]

Trying to Let The Love In

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1761

Warnings: Jealousy, fighting, fluffy and angsty. Happy ending though. 

Summary: You and Dean are getting into a bad pattern in your relationship. Keeping secrets, pushing away your feelings, and letting tensions flair. Is your love strong enough to pass the test? 

A/N: This was requested by an anon who asked  Hi! Could I request a dean x reader kinda based on the song Issues by Julia Michaels? Idc whether it ends up having smut angst fluff or a mix. Thanks! So I came up with a mix of angst and fluff, a hard start with a cute ending, I hope you like it anon! BTW I loved this song and was happy to listen to it during this fic. 

He was always busy, with monsters, with victims of Supernatural circumstance, or Sammy and it seemed even though the two of you were now dating, nothing had changed. From the line his eyes drew when you two were in a room together, it seemed like his gaze was anywhere than on you. A perfect example of what was causing you to grit your teeth whenever he laid down in bed with you at night. Wishing that his arms would wrap around you, pulling you tight against him, instead of watching him as his back turned to you and he wrapped himself like an octopus around the edge of your comforter. He seemed to be so caught up in the grind of daily living, he didn’t have room for you. 

Things between you and the sandy blond haired, shady green eyed Winchester were getting rough. Knowing yourself and acknowledging that you were just the kind of girl that needed some frequent attention to be reminded of how much you were loved was a looming part of the problem, but Dean didn’t seem to understand that. Each time you went to take the plunge and let him know your feelings, however, you felt an icy chill creep into your chest, no matter how frustrated you felt you didn’t want to push so hard you lost him. You loved him unconditionally, and it wasn’t just jealousy at watching him cater to every person in his life except for you, it was just a wish to be a part of it. 

“What is your problem today?” He asked as you slammed one of the kitchen cabinets, standing on your tiptoes, while he leaned back in a chair eyes level with your navel, moving further from your miniature outburst. 

“Nothing.” You had nothing to add, if he couldn’t see it, you couldn’t explain it to him. 

He just rolled his eyes, “sure, I can see that.” 

You left the groceries that you were putting away, abandoning the bag of apples you were dealing with and letting them roll around on the counter and stormed out of the room. Beelining for your bedroom, figuring that with you in such a fiery mood, Dean was less than likely to try and follow. 

Slamming the door behind you, you started looking at random objects, you swept your fingers over the blank metallic surface of your phone. Tracing quickly through the various content that you knew by heart you pulled up some music. 

I'm jealous, I'm overzealous When I'm down I get real down When I'm high I don't come down But I get angry, baby, believe me I could love you just like that And I can leave you just as fast

You swayed your hips lightly, closing your eyes and letting the tune wash through you. It was your favorite way to de-stress when you were feeling out of control. Loving the way the lyrics mixed with your own emotions bringing them to life. You didn’t really think about the meaning behind the words, more the inflection and rise and fall of each line she was singing, instead, you just silently mouth along with the familiar words, you had heard it at least ten times this week alone. 

“Hey,” strong hands wound their way around your waist, stalling you, but you kept your eyes shut tight trying to gain one more second of calmness before you exploded out towards him. 

“I missed this.” You did too just feeling the way his breath ruffled the hair on the back of your neck was comforting and had your anger retreating. 

But you don't, judge me 'Cause if you did, baby, I would judge you too No, you don't, judge me 'Cause if you did, baby, I would judge you too The pair of you were quick to settle back into your usual routine, you would wind your hands together as he drove the impala, and gazing out the window you would watch as the trees and houses tucked back from the edge of the backroads passed by in a speeding blur. His face would turn to you and his smile would glint in the summer sunlight, his eyes bright with love. Both of you would tease each other playfully, laughing until tears sprang up into your eyes.

“It’s your turn Winchester, what is your guilty pleasure?” You asked you liked to play games like this on the long drive too far away hunts. 

“Pie and boobs.” He winked at you. 

“Whatever,” you huffed along with his ego showing off, “I know you have a thing for Dr. Sexy, that is way more of a guilty pleasure.” 

He glared at you but there was no real heat behind it. Things were easy. 

 All too soon, however, distance started to creep in. There were long nights laying beside each other in dirty motels, that reeked of stale tobacco and sweat, and you couldn’t touch each other as his brother snored softly in a bed only a foot away. Then there were the building tensions as the pair of you continued to grow apart, the touches were lighter, the air was heavy and as you watched him bat his long lashes at a tube top wearing blond bar waitress, you clenched you teeth together, feeling the slight burn as you bit at the corner of your lip and instead of screaming you went and slammed the door of Baby as you kicked your feet out the passenger window and laid down with your head in the place where your boyfriend normally sat. 

You do shit on purpose You get mad and you break things Feel bad, try to fix things But you're perfect, poorly wired circuit And got hands like an ocean Push you out pull you back in

A squealing grind of metal, had your eyes springing open. His face was drawn and the lines on his forehead were deep as he glared at you. Your attention was drawn to where his fist was clench so tight around the frame of the door that his knuckles were white, you wondered why things got so bad between the two of you. 

“What happened back there?” His voice was deep, it was the octave that told you more than the exact speech he was giving, just how pissed he was. 

“You looked busy,” you kept your tone light and easy, knowing it would drive him crazier, “so did you get her number or what?”

You pulled your head away from the door as you watched him go to slam it closed again. You thought about calling out to him but a part of you wasn’t sure it was really worth it. Sometimes when his face was filled with blood a red blush stinging on his cheeks in rage, you knew that you weren’t going to be able to talk things through. It was the absolute worst moment to confess that what you needed was the be the one he was dying to flirt with in the smelly, dimly lit, backwoods bar. You wanted to see him show off that it was you that he got to bring home at night. 

You hated where things were headed with Dean, you loved him, even this part of him that couldn’t reign in his anger because you knew it came from a place of worry. You hadn’t told him you were going out to the car and you knew that the moment he had gone back to bring your drink to the table he had started to panic, worried for your safety. It was part of the reason you had come out here in the first place. 

“Dean,” you called out into the chilly night air, “wait.” 

In the distance, you heard what sounded like the skidding to a stop of heavy boots against dirt and crunching gravel. 

'Cause I got issues, but you got 'em too So give 'em all to me and I'll give mine to you Bask in the glory, of all our problems 'Cause we got the kind of love it takes to solve 'em Yeah, I got issues (I got) And one of them is how bad I need you (You got 'em too)

“I’m sorry,” you forced the words out, “I love you.” 

His eyes immediately softened, and instead of walking back inside where it was warmer and he could get a drink, you knew he probably wanted one desperately, he came towards you. 

“I love you too, so are you going to finally tell me what’s been going on this past couple of months?” He was moving his face closer to yours, looking beyond your vacant expression to what you were holding on to deep inside of yourself. 

“I feel like we are drifting apart,” you hesitated. Trying to reel in your mind and think about each point you were trying to make, not blaming or directing your anger towards him, instead, putting it into a context of how alone you have felt recently. 

Fingers wound between your own and you looked up, peering at the smile that was beginning to mingle on his face, he could read you so well. It built your confidence to continue. You took a heavy breath, feeling the way the sweetness of the evergreens surrounding the parking lot, rushed past your tongue as it passed into your lungs. Reviving you. 

Squeezing his hand you plowed forward, “I need more from you, Dean, I need you to show me that you love me, sometimes I want to be put first, before battling monsters or family stuff.” 

“Come here,” he twirled your around until you were pressed firmly against his chest, you felt it hitching slightly with emotion against your left ear, a hand gently swept your chin up and tilted it towards his face. 

His lips pressed hard against your own. The faint yeasty tang of beer was wafting around him, you could almost taste the bubbles of his past drink as his tongue swept into your parted mouth and rubbed against yours.  You could feel his top lip curl upwards as he started to smile against you. Clearly, he enjoyed the way the two of you were currently pushing together. 

A frown formed suddenly as you pushed against his chest breaking the kiss you were sharing, there was something about the way he thrust his lower lip out as he pouted that melted your heart. 

“We should do this more often,” you quipped at him. 

“It’s a deal baby,” and he kissed you again. 

[fragilelcngs-blog]

    ❝ my tattoos are the bruises in my blood rising to the surface.      they are a mirror for the words living in the back of my throat,      the broken pieces i no longer want to hide. ❞

&. BASICS

Full Name: heather lynne vincent

Nicknames: n/a

Face Claim: phoebe tonkin

Age: 26

Sexuality: bisexual

Date of Birth: october 31st, 1992

Gender/Pronouns: cis female / she/her

Relationship Status: taken ( unhappily )

Occupation: tattoo artist and drug trafficker

&. PERSONALITY

Usual Hang Outs: bars, beach, the tattoo studio, her apartment, somewhere like chicano park

Hobbies: drawing, painting, probably smoking weed and watching horror movies

Five Positive Traits: adaptable, decisive, artistic, logical, perceptive

Five Negative Traits: impulsive, aggressive, blunt, stubborn, impatient

Drinks, Smokes, & Drugs: yes, socially, sometimes

&. VERSES

just the main for now bc i’ve been too busy with intros jdjskslsdjks

&. WANTED CONNECTIONS

ROMANTIC.

HOO BOY maybe an old ex or two from her early days in kola ??? would’ve had to be before she met dana or after they split and before she met caleb. there could still be feelings there or it’s one sided or no feelings at all ???? tbh the possibilities are endless with exes so i’m game for almost anything.

fwb/regular hookup(s). i’ll leave this open to potentially more than one person bc it doesn’t necessarily have to end in romance. obviously she’s stuck in a pretty tough situation right now and one of the ways she probably deals with that is through the comfort of another warm body. it could strictly just be sex or things could get messy with feelings and stuff. they could also know about caleb or find out that she’s been cheating on him later !!! legit it’s whatever we can come up with.

someone that genuinely wants to help her and she finds herself having a deep connection with. the ways this could come about are pretty endless, but i definitely see it as being a more slow burn type of deal. someone that basically ends up earning her trust above anyone else, and idk there could be lots of angst and ups and downs and SIGHS just give me it.

OOOOOOOOOF MAYBE SOMEONE THAT WORKS WITH OR ABOVE CALEB ??? OR WORSE FROM A RIVAL GANG ????? OR IDK JUST LIKE SOME SORT OF ENEMY OR EX FRIEND OF HIS ?????? LITERALLY ANYTHING THAT WOULD STING !!!! 

a cop that isn’t as clean as they appear ??? maybe they’re on caleb’s payroll or they’ve just busted heather before and they always let her off the hook ?? this could also work for the platonic section though SO no worries !!!

honESTLY ANYTHING i’m multi-ship as hell so i’m up for it all.

PLATONIC.

GIVE HEATHER FRIENDS PLS !!!! literally any and all kinds of friends idc my baby just needs them

drinking buddies because this bitch loves to drink

maybe some fellow tattoo artists or piercers that work at the shop with her ?? maybe they also know that the shop is a front for caleb’s drug business OR they don’t and heather’s like ‘oh no i gotta protect them’.

the artist that she apprenticed under. probably someone older than her and that she looks up to/really admires. idk there’s a lot of ways that could go and i just think it’d be cute bc it’s not often that heather will willingly allow herself to be taken under someone’s wing.

a best friend ??? maybe the one person who knows just how truly bad things are with caleb ?? could be someone that she’s known since getting to kola and has stuck by her since the start. her safe haven when she needs a place to crash on the worst nights.

someone that heather’s protective over ??? could be a younger character or just someone that’s softer™ than her, but pls give me someone that she feels like needs to be protected at all costs.

party friends from her first couple of years in kola when all she did was drink, fight, and fuck.

and just friends in general alright pls and thanks

ENEMIES.

maybe the chick she caught dana in bed with ???totally would be up to the munwhether or not they’re still together and all of that, butheather DEFINITELY wouldn’t be feelin’ too friendly towards her ya feel ?????

a cop that keeps sniffing around caleb’s business and/or the shop. maybe they know or at least suspect heather’s involved and keep trying to push her into giving him up in exchange for her freedom ?? they could also dig into her background and maybe find out about roland and decide something seems fishy ?????

a concerned/slightly nosy neighbor that hears the fights that happen between her and caleb and calls the cops or tries to get involved or idk something like that. basically they’re coming from a good place and really do want to help, but it irks the shit out of heather and she’d rather them just stay out of it and mind their own.

an old ex partner or friend that’s moved to kola. could be specifically in search of heather or it could be for other reasons idc, but they keep making attempts to reconnect with her and she just wants to leave her old life behind. they’re probably pretty hurt that she just split one night without warning. no goodbye, no explanation, and no further contact. just radio silence for years. they could also be questioning her about what REALLY happened to roland ?? maybe they’re pretty sure she killed him ???? and she’d also lowkey be pushing them away because she’s involved in so much worse now.

and legit whatever else you can think of !!! same goes for all of the other categories !! these are just some quick lil ideas i had but i’m open to so much more okay ???

&. FILLED CONNECTIONS

ROMANTIC.

n/a

PLATONIC.

n/a

ENEMIES.

n/a

[kisipie]

My Got7 Chicago Fanmeet Recap (W/ Hi- Touch)

Aye! It’s Kisipie and I’m finally home from Chicago safe and sound~ Now let me drop this thot7 tea for yall before I knock out again lmao 

Alright so @coconutheadjawbum Ken and I arrived on Tuesday morning and had a chill ass time in Chicago. I mean we didn’t get to see the city the way we wanted to but lowkey Chicago is definitely a place I’ll be visiting again the people are extremely nice!. 

Now the day of the concert!

Since our hotel was literally across the street there was no need for us to stay outside and wait to get our wristbands. However some fans had been there since 9am I believe (Y’all hella dedicated for that my ass would’ve been freezing at 12pm lmao). Once we got our wristbands we decided to stay in our hotel for a while. Now from our room we could see the fans outside lining up and a few others were waiting at the back entrance(....Hm trying to give that lowkey succ to thot7 or nah? lmao nah I’m just messing around any small glimpse of the boys is worth it~) Anyways it was really fun to watch so many people already lining up and hyping themselves up to see the boys! 

Once it reached 6pm we were finally ready and headed down to the venue to go inside. Now I don’t want to sound conceited but Ken and I were killing it we really weren’t playing around with our outfits at all. Especially Ken she had her blue fur coat on ready to kill! However, I understand some fans decide it’s better to dress down but that doesn’t mean you have to give weird looks at those who’d rather try something different and dress up. I mean, at the end of the day we’re all there to have a good time, there shouldn’t be any form of��‘competition’ between us IGOT7s just saying~

As we got inside Ken and I had to split up because she had P1 and I had P2~ It’s was fine though I still had a good spot at least.

ONCE 7:11PM HIT SHIT WENT DOWN!!!!! 

The boys came up on stage and started to perform ‘Let Me’ and I was already on cloud 9. They all sounded so good and of course my man Jackson was glowing~. Once they finished performing the host came out and introduced himself (Forgot his name damnnnnn lmao) then the boys came back out and did the same. All of them are so good looking and have the nicest voices I swear I could listen to them talk all day. But one person specifically who got me doing a double take was......MR. DOUBLE B!!. 

Like y’all I don’t know what happened since July 5, 2016 when I last saw them but BamBam seriously had my ass shook the minute he walked in. Jackson still my main but if bambam about that life and wanna go at it real quick....I mean....

Now Imma skip to when they performed BOOMX3. I knew that shit was coming because as soon as Jackson hit his chest a bitch was already screaming. Once the beat dropped I shit you not I was with my ‘I got my fresh brand new kicks on...feeling like a G6!!!!′ 

No one could tell me nothing at that point I was already rapping along with my man and he was delivering them lines to the gods! I swear Jackson has such an amazing presence on stage I could feel myself shaking a bit every time he would sing/rap. Like ‘Yasssss!!!! There he go!!! There he go!’ 

Onto the games! GOT7 ARE A BUNCH OF BIG ASS KIDS THAT DON’T KNOW WHAT IT MEANS TO RAISE THEIR FUCKING HANDS! They were so cute trying to guess the songs and I think Youngjae was the one who failed the most (Aww it’s okay sunshine you’re still number 1 to me!). Then it was time to bring the fans on stage. Now I’ll admit I was a bit salty when my number wasn’t called but then I realized the game they were playing and I couldn’t even be able to pull it off due to my skirt and heels. God was truly looking out for me and was like ‘Don’t play yourself out in these streets’ so I was chilling while Jackson and his partner were the absolute cutest!!! BUT YUGYEOM’S TEAM WON AND WERE THE CUTEST PAIR OF THE NIGHT IDC WHAT ANYONE ELSE HAS TO SAY. 

OH SHIT I ALMOST FORGOT ABOUT ‘PROVE IT’ JB and those notes could turn me into a skeleton right there and I would be 100% okay with it. I love each and every song the boys performed but Prove it and Boomx3 was the shit!!! My two favs from the album. And of course when ‘Just Right’ came on a bitch was dead after that followed by ‘If You Do’ to bring me back to life. 

HI-TOUCH TIME~~

Now before I say this Ken had group photo so I saw her go on stage and she was in the first group. And let me tell y’all the next time she spots JB I’m going to have my popcorn ready because those two were going back and forth with each other but once it came to group photo JB and his little ass hands wanna act all shy lmao

But you know what? That’s JB, he’s a push/pull type of guy but at the end of the day he’s a sweetheart that deserves all the love. 

After group photo was done I was up for hi-touch and around that time I met up with a lovely follower @va-va-rouge Ashley, She’s so sweet and beautiful and her heels were so dope! Now when we went up, Ashley was in front and thanks to both of us wearing heels we took a little extra time and created a small little 3 second window from the group in front of us. Y’ALL WHEN I TELL YOU MY SOUL LEFT MY BODY THE MOMENT I SAW YOUNGJAE I SWEAR I WAS WATCHING MYSELF FROM ABOVE BECAUSE THE VOCAL KING CHOI YOUNGJAE JUST SENT ME TO HEAVEN BECAUSE HIS SMILE WAS SO BRIGHT! I WAS TRULY BLESSED. 

Jinyoung was next and it was a quick little smile and head nod. lowkey was getting those fatherly vibes from him because he’s just so well put together like damn that man fine as hell up close and looks like he just wanna save a hoe one time before he goes lmao. 

NEXT WAS FUCKING JACKSON AND I ALMOST CURVED HIS ASS BECAUSE I THOUGHT HE WOULD BE FURTHER DOWN THE LINE BUT AS ALWAYS BIG DADDY WANG PULLED YOUR GIRL BACK BY LEANING CLOSER WITH HIS HAND READY SO I WOULDN’T MISS HIM!

I was so surprised to see him being third in line and when I hi-fived him, our hands.....Y’ALL OUR MOTHERFUCKING HANDS LINGERED A BIT TOO LONG WHILE HIS EYES STARED INTO MY SOUL.I honestly think he leaned a little back into yugyeom because the hand after his only skimmed mines briefly. Jackson probably knows my name, social security number, email address, my dog and cat’s name and the last meal I had because he was really looking at your girl like he knew what the fuck I was about! 

Honestly no gif of him in this world could compare to seeing his cute ass smile up close in person. Like the way he’s able to connect to his fans on a personal level is just so amazing and I’m so happy I had the chance to meet him again. He will always be my ideal type and he probably knows it too because I played myself and was like ‘Jackson~....’ my brooklyn accent coming out to play once again whenever I see him. But he was so sweet about it and gave a smile that I can’t even put into words how amazing it was...y’all I’m gone this man done killed me. It’s alright I’m typing from 6 ft under the wifi lit down here lmao. Also his hands are so soft and his fingers Y’ALLLLL THOSE FINGERS TIPS ARE GOLDEN! IDK WHAT IT IS ABOUT HIS FINGERS BUT THEY FEEL SO NICE!

Next was Yugyeom I believe but to be honest I can’t remember because anyone right after Jackson I couldn’t notice lmao. BUT YUGYEOM ON STAGE!!! HIS SHOULDERS HAD ME SHOOK! LIKE I WANT TO LEARN CHOREOGRAPHY FROM HIM!!! HE’S SO AMAZING! I LOVE HIM!

Then BamBam followed with that beautiful ass Platinum Blonde hair and skin glowing like he just dipped himself in a pile full of highlighter! BamBam is my bias wrecker! JB done lost his place to the Dab King. How did this happpen? IDK!!!! 

BamBam just got that vibe about him I can mess around with and I lowkey love him so much so I’ll allow this to happen.

Jb was after I think and it was a short and sweet hi five with his nice smile. I was about to stop and be like ‘So you really gonna play my girl ken like that? Really? You know you about to catch these hands after the show right?.’ But I didn’t let myself to do it because Ken got something coming his way soon enough best believe that! 

MARK!!!!! OMG MARK I’M SO SORRY I CURVED YOU LIKE THAT I DIDN’T MEAN IT! Y’all I really walked past him about to leave before I noticed his hand sticking out. So real quick before the staff told me to leave I took a step back and gave him a quick hi-five and he smiled like ‘Yes bitch you better notice my ass the fuck?’ lmao nah he just laughed a little and smiled at me. 

AND THAT’S THE END OF MY FANMEET EXPERIENCE! AS ALWAYS I LOVE THESE GROUP OF YOUNG MEN SO MUCH I CAN’T BELIEVE I WAS ABLE TO SEE THEM AGAIN. WHEN THEY COME BACK TO AMERICA I’M GOING TO TRY TO GET P1 BUT P2 IS JUST AS GOOD~ 

[palmburnt-a-blog]

WISHLIST UNDER THE CUT. CATEGORIZED BY MUSES.

shoot me a message if you’re interested.

IN GENERAL:

pre-established anything goes. i love not going through the time to experiment with development. the more odd, the better.

ships are nice too !! i’m always seeking them for muses they fit for.

starting with the literature...

ROLAND DESCHAIN:

the dark tower blogs. the dark tower aus. the dark tower verses. the threads. seriously. im craving it, and if youre familiar with the series i highly encourage it

roland doesn’t talk much, but it doesn’t mean he’s not gonna care for a muse. i’d love to get a long-term plot going about a journey (metaphorical or literal, you decide)  with a muse and like, what it means for the development of the two of them. similar to how he developed with jake.

DOC SPORTELLO:

threads in general would be pretty nice, y’all.

60′s-70′s shit. historical muses or aus work. time travelers. fuck. idc. but i love that era and i love referencing it so it’d honestly be a thrill. 

ISSERLEY:

threads would be nice, y’all.

if your muse just happens to be a muscular dude who hitchhikes, please hit me up. i’ll explain the whole damn synopsis of under the skin to you. just let isserley kidnap him

MIMMI WU:

please dear GOD someone enter her sex shop

i’d also love to explore a ship, or sort of one, with a sort of girlfriend situation. maybe not girlfriends but similar to her relationship with lisbeth where they’re just seeing each other. 

THE MAN:

i’ll pay someone three dollars if they make the boy. i’ll do it. i will

the road doesn’t have zombies or nuclear radiation... and because of that the world in it is so gloomy. i fucking LOVE IT. so if you ever get the chance to do some apocalypse threads with him, please lemme develop the setting of the actual novel

moving on to movies...

JOHN WICK:

characters from the movie would be fun, but not required

for once i actually want really.. not personal threads. normally i’m all about intimacy with a muse but for him i want standard shit. i want more ties to his stuff with mobs, mafias, gangs, etc. i want him to do a hit. i want him to work together with someone on a hit. i love it. i love it

COOPER:

interstellar muses, please and fucking thank you!

other than that idk. not much

LOU BLOOM:

FUCKED UP LOU BLOOM

i want that side of him where he screams at the mirror to COME OUT !!!!

WHICH REQUIRES A FUCK OF A LOT OF TENSION ON HIM BUT IDC I WANT IT

MAUL:

THREADS

but also i’ve taken a liking to old hermit maul being shown in rebels. i kinda like that whole ‘fuck obi-wan’ thing he’s still carrying

JANGO:

THREADS

but also bounty hunter drama.......im a slut for it

SCOTT PILGRIM:

scott pilgrim blogs

the graphic novels are fucking dorky. i dont wanna be stuck with michael ceras face so pls do some stuff with those icons pls

ALEJANDRO GILLICK:

i want to explore his brutality and i don’t wanna hold it back. like he shot a fucking ten year old and i don’t wanna dumb down that trait about him so give me RLY DARK THREADS NOW THANKS

LEE CHANDLER:

it’s hard to capture the same vibe from the film mostly because unless someone makes like, patrick, or randi or somebody... i’m gonna mostly be doing drunk boston janitor lee

which is fine. that’s thrilling. and in fact id like to see him develop relationships in that sort of life

i’m not saying friendships? but im kinda saying friendships i mean hes so distant its gonna be hard but itll happen. maybe

i want him to cry for once. or come close he BARELY FUCKING CRIED

stuff exploring his suicidal tendencies

now tv

JOE MACMILLAN:

@ male muses please lemme explore the sexuality of joe

and also.. sex stuff for @ everyone is good. its good

i also wanna see more emotional stuff for him too but that requires relationship development blah blah blah

when will lizzy make her multi and put my cameron howe im so loyal to on it? thanks

GORDON CLARK:

i just want him to die

CLAIRE COHLE:

i wanna shove sofia into our threads tbh honestly to be honest

idk if theres any true detective fans out there but im craving someone like... telling her about rust and the events of the show. thats not rust himself

also i want her to mom out too

ZEKE FIGUERO:

stuff involving his writing/poetry/raps. i did slam in high school bitches.

stuff about the 70s. stuff about the bronx. in the 70s.

NOT 70S STUFF. MODERN RAPPER ZEKE 

MORTY SMITH:

god knows

WILLIAM HILL:

this is us muses

stuff involving his life when he was younger, with his poetry, art, protests, sexuality, and drug usage

LINDA BELCHER:

i just want somebody to make bob or the kids is that so hard to ask

now to the video games.

MERCY:

field medic stuff?? like her work in the middle east and places of crisis

young 19 year old surgeon angela whos far too young to be doing what the fuck shes doing

SOMBRA:

HACKER. SHIT. NOW

NOW TO THE OCS...

ALINEA:

her story doesnt extend much further from what happens with her dad, so things including her love life, her drug usage, and her academics would be lit and very easy to do

however i wanna get into HER SIDE of the aliens and the sleepwalking so if you like the sound of that pls just hmu its a Long Situation

stuff in alaska. give me alaska threads

BARRY:

GIVE HIM A BOYFRIEND!!!

this is so weird but pre-established ties to fucking mimmi. someone know this grandma.

someone whos able to see ghosts so they can cry

dance battles to michael jackson

ELENA:

please let her dye and cut your hair

please let her pass out on your couch after having a terrifying vision

please let her predict your muse’s fate

FRANK:

COLD. WAR. THREADS.

explore his sexuality

things regarding his alcoholism, his wife, or his son

HASIM:

all i can literally say is threads

worldbuild and chill ? 

IMHOTEP:

there is nothing i want more than to imhotep to literally break down and go to town with how much he hate himself, his life, and his sister. i want him to talk abt how much he despises all of it

stuff when he’s in jail. prisoners so to speak

npcs from the storyline

ISAIK:

give a computer some friends

orrrr alternatively, be mean to isaik and witness the unleashing of computer hell which is vague but if you thought he was NICE...

MARCUS:

its far too much to ask for npcs from his storyline considering i aint posted anything abt them yet

plus theres the screenplay WITH THEM

but coastal shores stuff. smoke weed on a carousel with him and fall off

[starreviews]

8:46

WARNING: This documentary is about 9/11, it shows some very emotional scenes and while it doesn’t feature the typical war mongering, it does really have one of the most depressing premises to any documentary I’ve seen (I don’t like watching ones about tragedys though, I’ve mostly just seen those 9/11 documentaries they show in schools)

Initial Impression: Oh… This is about 9/11… I don’t like that… There will probably be a rant at some point in this post. 

9/11 Rant: So I really don’t like the culture around 9/11. I grew up in post-9/11 America, and the virulent racism and pro-war attitude that has arisen post has been an absolute nightmare that has drained every inch of empathy by this point. I mean every year we have to have what approximates a state-sponsored celebration in school. And none of this is to say that it wasn’t a tragedy because it was, but Hurricane Katrina was a much worse one and I don’t even know what fucking day that was on because it did nothing to further the political agendas of a bunch of rich assholes in suits. This is all to say if I seem callous in this review it’s because I’m fucking tired of the entirety of 9/11. It wasn’t even the first terrorist attack on American soil or the most deadly. 

Rotten Apples: Fresh

Does the Dog Die: NO DATA

First 30 Minutes: I feel like I can’t criticise or make jokes about this. I will, but I’m uncomfortable. Anyways alot of good things are happening to these people, except this mailroom guy, whose boss is just an absolute dick. I feel for these service workers though. Of all the people whose lives were ended, I think they are ignored the most. I’m a Hardee’s worker right now, and if something happened I think about how the company would react. I know their deaths weren’t treated how they should have been. How the middle class people’s deaths were treated. 

On a seperate point, why do none of these food service workers have their shirts tucked in? I feel like I need to lecture them on safety in the food industry. Oh hey there’s a girl from Alabama here. I feel bad for her fucking Northeners are mean as hell. 

This dad to the gay dude is a fucking dickhole. Homophobic asshole I’ll kick his ass. “You need to leave at 7 if it’s at 9” God his whole vibe reminds me of my Nana, are all old straight people like this? Also the mom is not helping. This kid does not want to do this don’t make him go into finance stop giving him bad advice? These are not good parents lol. 

Also the uh guy that got passed over for promotion has this wife who’s sick and I love her and I wish it didn’t remind me of my own health issues that have taken away from my life. I hope wherever she is today she’s okay. I know most of these people aren’t… I don’t want to finish that thought. 

Is the guy with kids that’s a buisnessman the same guy who was on the phone earlier? Is he cheating on his wife? Do I have bad facial recognition? I think he is? He looks like my Bio professor. Also this poor lady trying to tell her boyfriend or whatever that she’s pregnant is not having a good time. Also I don’t think they’re the same person? 

Side track before I start on the next section: There’s a part in here talking about the fucking thing where boys make fun of girls cause they like them and let me tell you. I am a boy and I have never been mean to someone because I liked them? You wanna know why? Because that’s not how you express emotions stop fucking telling your daughters and shit that that’s how life works or I’m gonna steal your kidneys I’m so sick of it. 

Impressions After the Movie: I love how just about every straight white couple that comes on screen is an absolute train wreck lmao. 

Anyways 37 minutes in is when it is actually 9/11/01. I will have to put so many tw on this post no ones gonna be able to read it. I also felt in this point of the movie the anticipation of having a dream that something bad is gonna happen and the day before is so good that I forgot about it and then I realise it is happening as it’s happening around me. 

I know I talked about 9/11 culturally but the actual scenes are alot. I was in Preschool that day so I can’t say what I was doing, but whenever I hear about the people I think about how mundane everything was to that point. I think they used the real audio I don’t 

So much of this tragedy has been used to to justify so much I forget that behind the propaganda, behind the war mongering was something that should’ve never I’m always reminded of how many times this has been rehashed in a million different places by us, by the US, and all these people are are used as a driving force. 

I thought this would be a good post so soon after after the uh bombings in Iran by us. I thought anyone anyone that saw this that’s an American that is uh so deadened by the consistant wars of the past whole of our lives, that this action that has spurned so much vitrolent hate that caused so many deaths not just in the initial impact, but in the years afterwards where this was the propaganda used, that this happens everytime the US does one of these heartless acts. If there was a documentary every time that showed these people in those final hours, how much would you have in common with them? How many of them lived lives that mirror your own, there is so much death and every time I’m reminded of it, I think about how those people lived and the people whose fault it is. Who sit in Washington and drown in money while children are killed and are orphaned and where hundreds of thousands to millions of people are killed for fucking shit. For materials and how much do we need them. How much do we hate our fellow man that this keeps happening over and over again. 

I’m constantly reminded of my sisters, who are being raised in a world that is not fit through no fault of theirs. Where they are turned against their siblings, who are forced to sink further into poverty, while our country bombs people who’s only fault is living, who go to school with a target on their back, while their older brother works himself to death and I’m told to hate my brothers and sisters in Iran for no reason other than a reelection campaign. Why can’t we let the victims rest 

Enjoyment Rating Total: 0/10 I’m crying, and my faith is shot I truly hate America at this point. This entire movie has reminded me of every bit of justification of wars our schools shoved down our throats with ‘Remember 9/11’ as the inciting action. I really just want these people to be put to rest. 

Queer Rep: 10/10 

Rep of Women: 10/10

Racial Awareness: 10/10

General Assholery: 10/10

Fat People: 10/10

Neurodivergency: 10/10

Ableism (Not Including Neurodivergent Peoples): 10/10 The most heartbreaking scene for me is the image of a woman sitting in a wheelchair in front of the elevators, resigned because there’s nothing she can do. 

Diversity: 10/10

Movie Quality: 10/10

Trigger Warnings: death, terrorism

Total Rating: 90/100

Final Thoughts: I’m still crying, even writing this made me cry. I think this documentary is better than any other 9/11 documentary I’ve seen because there was no calls to war from this. And maybe you can tell I went to a school in the south that was connected right to the military where we were raised to go and die for our country because of that statement, but Idc. If you have to see a documentary on a tragedy, this one is very well done, but otherwise I would not recommend watching it because it's so heart wrenching to see. 

I’m gonna go watch the care bears or something now and play with my cat. 

[realtionshipthings]

Uh, right so I saw this post that talked about how girls abuse guys like that? You know with that long list, dunno where it’s at but, you know guys do a lot of things too. But how about this small little rule list for you about both parties and what they shouldn’t do(Btw I have a RIGHT to say what I’m about to point out because in no way have I ever abused anyone I’ve ever dated. I’ve dated literally two people, and let me tell you, they’re the ones at fault and if you don’t believe me read what I’ve PERSONALLY dealt with below.)

Don’t cheat on them. This may sound simple, but you would not believe how many times BOTH of my boyfriends cheated on me. The first one was guilty and cut our relationship off to atone for himself, and the second one just didn’t give a damn.

Don’t lie to them. If they ask where you were, answer. If they ask what you did, answer. Honesty is key.

Don’t keep secrets(unless it’s a surprise, or something along those lines, that’s all fine) from them. If they ask why you’re upset, don’t say “don’t worry, it’s nothing” when in fact your dog just died and you need comforting.

Don’t MAKE the other person feel insecure. Meaning: don’t go days without texting, or say “Are you wearing that?”

Don’t purposely flirt with other people in front of your girl/guy. That’s got to be the most hurtful thing... If someone tries to flirt with you, politely let them know you already have someone and are not interested, and if they advance further *snip snip* cut then outta ya life.

Don’t talk to people that you KNOW they have problems with, that ALSO hurts and makes them feel like you’re not on their side, even if they’re being petty about something. Support is key.

Don’t say something that makes them wonder if they’re doing something wrong. Watch your words, especially if the person you’re dating is REALLY REALLY insecure(me af rip).

Don’t ignore them if you get mad at them, talk shit out with your significant other instead of crossing your arms and pouting like a little child. Playing the silent game can be their strength. Like if you decide to ignore me, fine I didn’t need to speak to you either.

Don’t raise your voice in arguments, usually that is where all problems advance further. Calmly argue, or better yet DON’T ARGUE.

Don’t hit them, this means simple slaps(ladies) and straight up pushing (my dudes). Self defense is okay, but whoever hits first is at fault. Hitting is wrong, shoving is wrong. If you get pissed, walk away, talk it out later. Go punch a wall. (Personally I would rather hurt myself than my person. That person is MY person)

Don’t refuse compliments. If a guy tells you you’re cute, you’re cute. If a girl says you look hot, you look hot. You may not agree, but just take it for what it is and ride the tide baby. It’s annoying when you tell her/him she/he looks good and she/he says “no I don’t.” Like bitch I complimented you.

Don’t say things like “If you love me you would...”. That’s fucked up man, not cool. I personally never experienced this, but I seen it and you don’t do that.

Don’t use things that you know your partner is insecure about against them. “You’re fat”. Another example would be if his/her Mom died and you said “Your mother wouldn’t approve of this”(not personally happened to me but I witnessed this ones. It was a friend who said this to her bf, who I was also good friends with. Let’s just say she and I aren’t friends anymore, but he texts me frequently!!!)

Don’t hold past words against them. “Remember when you called me fat?” Nobody is perfect, we all make mistakes. But choose your words carefully. Don’t say something that they will ever be tempted to use against you (unless it’s in a cute/sexy/seductive way, like “You said you’d play nice :c”)

Don’t use answers like “I dunno you decide” or “Whatever you want idc”. That’s the most annoying shit ever. They asked you and want to know YOUR decision. If you don’t know, how about making shit up as you go along? “I don’t really know. Does it sound okay if we just go grab a coffee and make our decision there? I’ll buy.” (<—that is how it’s done.)

Don’t tell them their hobbies or things they like are stupid. “Why do we have to watch baseball? that’s so lame”. Instead try “I don’t understand baseball. Explain it to me?” (My first bf was clueless about dancing, I dance, he asked me what stuff was that I did. That’s how we lasted a year.)

Don’t put down their friends. “Katie’s a bitch.” “Dawson is a dickwad.” That is NOT okay. They care about their friends, then YOU care about their friends, aight?

Don’t refuse to go places. If she wanna go to the mall, you wanna go to the mall. If he wants to take you to a video gaming party(if a guy ever dated me and invited me here I would say yes, I love gaming), let him.

Don’t knock shit till you try it. If she says hot Cheetos with bean dip is good and thinks you’d like it, try it and THEN tell her it’s gross.(that’s good btw try it lol) If He says that starbursts and skittles taste good together, then try it.

Don’t ditch each other.

These rules are fundamental. You follow these and you’ll be one step closer to marrying. (Or maybe not, sparks do die out but if they do then be HONEST with each other.)