#I'll just sit in the house now because i don't want anymore tricks

[theladyhibiscus]

Mom: come sit out on the patio with me!

Me: Okay! I'd love to!

Me: *gets a cool drink ready and crochet stuff* "Okay! I'll be right there!"

Mom: by the way, I need to get some signatures around the block so the city can repair the public driveway.

Me, trying to spend my Saturday chilling because I had a terrible week: "... I'll wait until you get back, then?"

Mom: no I need your help. I can't walk well you know that. Come on.

Me:

[thutner]

lawrence kutner as your boyfriend, part 1.

disclaimer: listed below are the writer's own personal headcanons about the character although they are very much canon in my head YUP they actually happened

GIVES THE BEST HUGS !!!!! :( you could be coming home from an exhausting day at work or simply sitting down on the couch and he'd just take you in his embrace. his hugs feel like warm mugs of coffee during winter, enveloping you in warmth so comfortable you find yourself almost melting into his arms. he would be the type to run his fingers gently through your hair, rest his chin on top of your head, and allow you to bury yourself into the crook of his neck.

he would make sure to check up on you and see if you're doing okay. kutner would notice even the smallest changes in your behavior. you're a lot quieter than usual? you bet he'll be the first to ask if you're doing okay, or if there was something you needed to talk about. “ if you don't want to talk about it now, just know that i'm here to hear you out. whenever you're ready, okay? ”

ramble about your favorite movies/tv shows with you. “ BABE, GUESS WHAT? i finally finished watching [movie/tv show name]! you know? the one you said you liked. ” you two would spend minutes, even hours, and talk about specific scenes, going so far as overanalyzing them. you would banter playfully about which character dynamics/tropes were better and you would theorize about alternate endings about open-ended storylines. on his days off, you two would (re)watch the movie/tv show, sometimes reciting the dialogues alongside the characters.

kutner would share his clothes with you. he once caught you standing in front of the mirror, wearing one of his shirts. he found it so endearing that he began to rummage through his own cabinet to look for any shirts that he doesn't use anymore so he can give them to you. he loves seeing you in his clothes because to him, it was one way in which you're flaunting that you belong to him, that you're his significant other, and no one else's.

he'd send you reminders throughout the day via text/call. as a doctor who works long hours for house, it's a given that there are nights when he wouldn't be home. still, with whatever free time that he gets on his hands, he'd be sure to send you a text message/give you a quick phone call. regardless of how busy his schedule would be, he would find ways to keep you updated so you wouldn't worry.

from: kutner

to: y/n

hey babe :D can't make it home tonight sry i will make it up to u i promise :(

from: kutner

to: y/n

i miss u already pls don't skip out on dinner ok or i will be very sad :(

from: kutner

to: y/n

i love you <3 i'll be home soon i promise :(<3

he would take you to magic shows for your dates. when you first started dating, kutner was feeling nervous whether or not you'd like magic shows. he's always liked them and he would feel so bummed out if he just screwed up his chances of being with you by sharing one of his interests. but after seeing that you shared his interest and love for magic, he'd always check up locations near your shared apartment to see if they were hosting any magic shows. sometimes, when he sees you amazed at a particular magic trick, kutner would take the initiative to learn how to do the trick itself so he could surprise you during your upcoming date/s. 99% of the time, of course, he fails. but he gets points for trying. :")

[moonswolfie]

Capricious feelings

Atsumu x gn!reader

(this could be read as pre or post timeskip tsumu so have fun with it 💙)

I am back on my "haikyuu fics based off vocaloid songs" grind after the first one was moderately successful, so I bring you:

Kimagure Mercy and Atsumu except the ending is good because i am smitten for atsumu and cannot write him as an asshole even though he absolutely would be one😭

Warnings: a few swear words, sort of angst to sort of fluff

He's calling you again. You only roll your eyes, waiting for your phone to stop ringing and turning away to focus on whatever else you're doing.

You know why he's calling, anyways. It's cuz he wants your help, or wants to borrow some money, or has some other favour that he wants from you.

You see, Atsumu's your boyfriend on paper, but in practice, things couldn't be more different. The "relationship", if you can even still call it that, is on the verge of collapsing. He only ever calls you when he needs favours, constantly making excuses for his distant behaviour.

The phone stops ringing, and you take a breath of relief, only for it to start ringing again a few seconds. God, he must really want a favour if he bothered calling twice in a row. You sigh, picking up the phone.

"Hi, how are ya?" He's using a sweet, gentle tone to butter you up as always. You regretfully know all of his little tricks by now.

"I'm fine. Why are you calling?" You're aware that you sound a little cold and harsh, but what's the point in useless small talk when you already know that isn't why he's calling?

"Come over, will ya?"

Those words froze you for a second. Whenever he asked you to come over, it would always end with him sucking your face off and then ignoring you until you leave. It always leaves you feeling sick and empty, knowing those kisses mean nothing to him.

Yet someway, somehow, you find yourself feeling giddy whenever he takes your hand or wraps his arms around your waist. And you hate that you do.

You absolutely hate the thought of falling in love with him. Not with that selfish, self-obsessed asshole who only uses you for favours and doesn't give a damn about you. But your heart insists on betraying your mind, your reason.

"Are ya there? You've been real quiet..." his voice snaps you out of your train of thought. "Yeah, I'm coming."

You don't know why you still bend to his will every time, you could easily say no, break up with him and never talk to him again. Maybe you actually do know why... and you don't like the reason.

"Lovely, I'll be waitin'. Bye now." he hung up the phone. As always, he has you wrapped around his finger, otherwise you wouldn't be making your way to his house right now. You live relatively close to him, so the walk isn't long. You briefly think about turning around and going back home. But once again, your stupid heart wins.

You ring the doorbell, and a sudden wave of regret flushes over you. Should you really be falling into his arms again? Should you have ignored your mind, telling you to turn back?

Before you even have a chance to run away, the door opens. "Heya, sweets. Come on in." That smile is a deceptive mask, and you know it. You silently walk in, sitting down on the couch, your usual make-out spot. You just have to get it over with and hope your stomach doesn't churn from guilt later.

He sits down beside you, and you close your eyes in anticipation to be roughly grabbed by him. But it doesn't come.

"Are you good? Ya look a lil' pale." the concern in his voice was completely unexpected.

"Since when do you care how I'm doing?" You have no idea what came over you in that moment. Normally you would brush it off, lie to him, or assure him you're fine. But he'd never asked you that with such concern before, and you don't know what to do with yourself anymore.

"I'm yer boyfriend, of course I-"

"Oh, shut up! You only care when you want a favour from me!" You stood up, clenching your hands into fists. "You don't actually give a damn about me, do you?! You don't love me, you only love yourself!!" All your repressed feelings suddenly came spilling out.

He looked awfully surprised by your behaviour, probably because you finally didn't bend to his will once. Because you finally said what's on your mind. It felt good, but at the same time, your heart felt a pang of pain once the words you said finally registered in your brain.

"I... this is what I called ya over for, actually...." he looked to the ground, wearing a solemn expression. His mask of confidence was breaking.

"...What?"

"I know that I'm a horrible boyfriend, but I'm goin' ta fix that." He looked back up at you, determination shining in his eyes.

This was a conversation you never ever expected to have. Is this a cruel prank? Would Atsumu do that to you?

"I don't... understand. Why now?" You weren't sure what to think right now. You're honestly thinking too many things, feeling too many emotions at once right now.

"Because, I ended up realisin' that ya deserve better than this. Honestly, yer too good fer me." Knowing Atsumu, it must've taken a lot for him to throw away his pride and ego just to admit this.

At your silence, he continued. "My point is, I wanna be better for ya, give this whole love thing a shot, ya know? But if ya really feel that way, you can break up with me, I won't mind..."

"Atsumu, you ass." He flinched slightly at your response, searching your face for your emotions. "You can't do this to me." Right when you finally felt strong enough to call him out, he decides to pull you right back in and make you feel all horrible.

You sigh. "You're a lucky man, Atsumu. But these better not be empty promises." Your hopeless heart wins you over once again. Yet this time, you feel assured. Assured that Atsumu will do the right thing.

Atsumu finally felt like he could breathe again, placing a hand on his chest. "Would I ever break a promise I made?" He asked with a relieved smile.

"Honestly.... you seem like you would." You rolled your eyes playfully.

"Hey, I didn't promise to better myself just so you can insult me!"

[bunchofrandomfandomsandbands]

Favorite Quotes from Supernatural

(That literally nobody asked for, but I’m bored)

Sam:

What kind of house doesn't have salt? Low sodium FREAKS.

It's not food anymore, Dean, it's Darwinism!

I lost my shoe.

(to Gabriel) So which one are you? Grumpy, Sleepy, or Douchy?

I've been tortured by the Devil himself. So you, you're just an accent in a pantsuit. What can you do to me?

Gabriel:

You can't take the trick out of the Trickster.

[Entering a Gas 'n' Sip] Ooh, smell that cancer. Delicious!

Hello, trickster

Lucifer, you are my brother and I love you. But you are a great big bag of dicks

Castiel:

Dean and I do share a more profound bond. I wasn't going to mention it.

My 'people skills' are 'rusty'.

What part of ‘I don’t know’ escapes your understanding?

It's funnier in enochian.

This isn't funny, Dean! The voice says I'm almost out of minutes!

Hey, assbutt!

I'm an angel, you ass.

You know I can hear you both, I am a celestial being.

You have a Guinea Pig? Where?

Why is 6 afraid of 7? I assume it's because 7 is a prime number and prime numbers can be intimidating.

Let's play Twister.

I'll interrogate the cat.

You know what I like about him is that he’s sarcastic, but he’s thoughtful & appreciative too.

Dean:

Cass, get out of my ass!

PUDDINNGGG!

Well that's great, because without your power, you're basically just a baby in a trench coat.

Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray to Castiel to get his feathery ass down here.

I'm sitting in a laundry-mat, reading about myself... sitting in a laundry-mat reading about myself. My head hurts.

Driver picks the music; shotgun shuts his cakehole!

I mean come on, we hunt Monsters! Normal people - they see a monster and they run, but not us; we search out things that want to kill us. You know who does that? Crazy People! We are insane!

I'm Batman.

Saving people, hunting things, the familiy business.

Fight the fairies

Keep grinding. No matter how much it hurts, no matter how hard it gets, you got to keep grinding. And that's how we're gonna win. And we're gonna win. We're gonna save Cass, we're gonna ice the Devil, and we're gonna shank the Darkness. And anyone that gets in our way, well, God help them.

Hey. You know who wears sunglasses inside? Blind people. And douchebags.

Crowley:

Hello, boys.

As you may recall: patience isn't one of my virtues... well, I don't have any virtues... but if I did I'm sure patience wouldn't be one of them.

Torture? Brilliant. Can't wait to see Sam in stilettos and a leather bustier, really putting the S-A-M into S&M. Honestly, boys. What are you gonna do to me that I don't do to myself just for kicks every Friday night?

I torture all my friends. It's how I show love.

Chuck/God

You know what humanity's greatest creation has been? Music. That and nacho cheese. Even I couldn't have dreamt up that deliciousness.

Helped them?! I've saved them! I've rebuilt Castiel more times than I can remember. Look where that got me.

Lucifer

Sorry if it's a bit chilly. Most people think I burn hot. It's actually quite the opposite.

Think about it: dad made everything, which means he made me who I am. God wanted the Devil!

Upper bunk? Lower bunk, or do you wanna share?

Snapping necks and cashing checks is what I do.

You know what they say? He who hesitates, disintegrates.

GOOD MORNING, VIETNAM!

[jakeyzzz]

Birthday Surprise

Happy Birthday Jay ! ♡

♡ (fluff !) ♡ jay x f!reader oneshot (birthday special!)

masterlist ♡

... (i'm not sure If i like this tbh)

warnings - ( mentions of pregnancy, sadness, long distance relationship, heeseung, jake, sunghoon, mentions of alcohol, mentions of being drunk, reader surprising jay, making out, kissing, hugging, mentions of marriage, jay being SOFT ,comforting, cuddling) -

! please let me know if I missed anything !

!!! english is NOT my first language so please be nice

...

,,I have two news, one good and one bad. Which one do you want to hear first ?'' You and Jay have been talking on FaceTime for over an hour. He smiled. ,,Tell me the good one first.. i'm a bit scared of the bad one''  You looked down at your Fingers nervously fiddling with them, as you finally decided to tell Jay the good News. ,,Okay so ... my Sister is having a Baby!'' Jay gasped loudly, making you giggle. ,, Oh my God Y/N that's amazing ! You're gonna be an Aunt !'' Jay said, sounding very happy for you. You hummed happily. ,,Okay ... what about the Bad News?'' Jay asked. He sounded nervous. You cleared your Throat. ,,I don't think I'm gonna make it to your Birthday Party...I'm gonna have to help my Sister with a lot of Things and I'm probably gonna be very busy today.'' Jay's smile dropped almost immediately. He looked so sad, it kind of broke your Heart. ,,A- Are you sure?'' He mumbled, trying not to cry out of sadness since he hasn't seen you in a while. You nodded your Head softly. ,,Yes .. I'm so sorry, Jay '' Jay lowered his Head. ,, N- No i understand , it's fine. Your Sister needs you. Family first, right ? '' He was so sad. He didn't even have the Motivation to celebrate his Birthday with his Friends anymore. He just wanted to lay in Bed all Day and cry into his Pillow. ,,Well ... I think I'm gonna hang up now because i need to prepare some Stuff for tonight. I love you , Y/N'' Jay stated, trying to hide the sadness in his Voice. You softly forced a smile on your Face. ,,Alright ... I love you more. And Happy Birthday again. Please have a lot of Fun. I'll see you. '' You smiled into the camera, making Jay forcefully smile back at you. ,,I'll try. Love you, bye'' He said, right before hanging up.

Jay buried his Face in his Hands before softly massaging his Temples. You and Jay were in a Long Distance Relationship. Having you at his Party would've made him the happiest Man in the World. But you couldn't be there... and that made him sad. But suddenly, Jay got a Notification on his Phone. It was a Message from you. And without thinking twice, he curiously opened it. It was a Link to a Playlist you made for him, and the Title of the Playlist made him smile like an Idiot. ''To the Person I love the most''.  The Playlist was filled with all the Songs that reminded you of him, and Songs you thought he might like. Jay blushed softly as he skipped through the Playlist, since the Songs made him remember some of his favorite Memories with you.

However, there's one Thing Jay didn't know. You tricked him. You were currently in a Hotel Room just a few Minutes away from Jay's House, getting ready for his Party. And yes, you did feel really bad for lying to him. You didn't only lie once, but twice. Because when Jay asked you where you were earlier, (since you most definitely were not in your Room)  you said you were at your Grandma's House.

You felt so happy to finally see him and his Friends again. You couldn't wait to finally Kiss and Hug him again. You missed him so much. But so did Jay. He craved your Touch so bad. And even though his House was filled with the Sound of his Friends screaming Lyrics and having the Time of their Lives, it still felt Empty without you. He silently zoned out on his Couch, as Sunghoon approached him to sit down next to him. ,,Something's obviously wrong with you. Wanna talk about it?'' Jay snapped back to reality as soon as he heard Sunghoon's Voice. He shrugged his Shoulder . ,,I miss her, Sunghoon. I wanted her to be here so bad. '' Sunghoon softly smiled before caressing Jay's Shoulder. ,,She probably misses you as much as you miss her. Don't worry Jay, I think you'll see her sooner than you think. Let's have some Fun now.'' Sunghoon said, before trying to pull Jay up from the Couch. ,,Yo Jay ! Come here we have your Birthday Cake!'' Jake shouted from the other Side of the Room, as he carefully placed the Cake on the Pop Up Beer Pong Table he brought.

Only a few Moments later, the Boys made Jay wear a Pink Birthday Crown that was actually made for Children, and energetically started singing to him , as Heeseung carefully lit the Candle on the Cake. I forgot to Mention, that they already had a few Drinks. Jay clapped his Hands as he laughed at their terrible singing. ,, Go Man ! Blow out the Candle and make a Wish !'' Jake excitingly commanded. Jay closed his Eyes as he thought of his Birthday Wish, before softly blowing out the Candle , making everyone around him Cheer. But surprisingly, only one Second later, Jay's Doorbell rang.

Everyone looked at each other in curiosity, even though Jake, Heeseung and Sunghoon knew exactly what was about to happen. You told them everything . ,,I wonder who this is'' Sunghoon said giggling, making Heeseung softly punch his Arm. Jay furrowed his Eyebrows at them. ,,Y'all are acting weird. Who is this?'' Jay murmured on his Way to the Door. But as soon as he opened it, his Eyes widened. ,,Y/N ? What...'' You chuckled at Jay's frozen State. ,,Surprise, my love !'' You said, before quickly jumping into his Arms. Jay never wanted to let go of you again. He thought he was dreaming.    ,,I missed you so much you have no Idea.'' Jay mumbled into your Neck,before leaving a few Kisses here and there. Before he could say anything else, you softly cupped his Cheeks before leaving a soft, slow Kiss on his rosy Lips.

He didn't even let you pull away anymore, that's how much he missed having you in his Arms. You both completely forgot about Jake's , Heeseung's and Sunghoon's existence, making them look at you in disgust. ,,I swear I'm never gonna be like this. If i ever start making out with my Girlfriend in front of you Guys, you're allowed to slap me'' Sunghoon whispered into Heeseung's Ear, making him laugh. But You and Jay were lost in the Moment. You had no Idea how you were supposed to leave again. ,,Thank you for coming , I love you'' Jay mumbled against your Lips. ,,Your Lips are so soft I could kiss them all Day...'' You smiled at his Words. ,,Do it then.'' You whispered, before you heard someone clearing his Throat from the Back.

You looked over at the three Guys glaring at you, making you giggle. You freed yourself from Jay's Grip, before finally walking into his House, making Jay obviously follow you. The first Thing you did was greeting the Boys, as you hugged them. ,,It's so nice to see you again. It's been a while.'' Heeseung said, as the others immediately agreed with him. ,,Thank you so much for not telling Jay anything''  You whispered quietly, but loud enough for Jay to hear. He gasped. ,,They knew ?. '' You cheekily nodded your Head. The other Boys laughed loudly. ,,Okay well... I think we should leave you two alone now. This was Fun'' Jake uttered, as he winked at Jay. And right after the Boys said their Goodbyes, you were finally alone with your Boyfriend.

Jay immediately took your Hand, before guiding you to his Bedroom. You really liked his Room. It didn't only look really comfortable, it also smelled like him. And you missed his scent so much. ,,Want some Wine ?'' Jay asked, watching you sit down on his Bed comfortably. You grinned. ,,Sure'' Jay quickly left a quick Peck on your Lips, before getting two Glasses of Wine. And right after he came back to his Room, he gave you one Glass. ,,Don't spill it'' You giggled. ,, I'll try. '' You said as you took a sip, before carefully putting the Glass on his Nightstand. ,,I've got something for you'' Jay curiously looked at you, raising his Eyebrow. ,,You didn't have to get me anything...I'm already happy you're here'' He mumbled, watching you get up from his Bed to take something out of your Bag. ,, Shhh...Close your Eyes for me.'' You mumbled, before carefully straddling his Lap.

You softly took his Hand, telling him to open it before softly placing your little Gift on the Palm of it. ,,It's a Necklace...obviously. But look at the Pendant. It has a tiny little Piece of the very first Rose you ever gave me inside of it. Isn't it cute ?'' Jay stared at it in awe. He loved it so much. ,,You kept the Rose ? That's so adorable, I love it. Thank you so much. I love you.'' He crashed his Lips on yours, kissing you passionately. The Kiss was slow, yet heated and the Way his Lips tasted like Wine made you want to Kiss him even deeper, even though that was kind of impossible.

Jay broke the Kiss for one Second, before immediately pressing his Lips back to yours as he got addicted to them. Your Lips moved synchronously on each other's, making you wrap your Arms around his Neck. Jay softly caressed your Waist under your Hoodie, as you smiled into the passionate Kiss. You softly pulled away, looking into Jay's deep brown Eyes making him rest his Forehead on yours . He gently brushed a strand of Hair behind your Ear, before giving you another soft Kiss on your Forehead. You stared at each other for a while, as if you're communicating without using any Words. Until Jay broke the comfortable Silence. ,,You make me so happy''  You smiled softly with your Eyes closed. ,,I think I actually wanna marry you and have Kids and everything with you one Day... '' He whispered. You shushed him with another Kiss on his Lips, making him giggle softly. Jay gently made you lay down on his Bed, before putting his Head on your Chest as he held you close. ,,I love you'' You whispered, as you felt Jay softly stroking your Back. ,,I love you. Just stay with me forever, alright ?'' Jay mumbled against your Chest. You grinned. ,,I promise.'' Jay softly took your Hand, before placing a soft Kiss on the Back of it. ,,Well then .. my Birthday Wish came true...''

[whitecreekvalley-if]

Care to tell some facts about the ROs?

Fun or serious? I'll do fun little tidbits. Hard hitting angsty facts later, when you least expect it aye 🤌🏼 (this is me trying not to get too angsty at once because that's what I usually doooo)

Mason

On a first name basis both at the clinic in town and the hospital in the city. No self-preservation instincts. Zero. It's actually saved a lot of other people, houses, and animals, so bonus points for that. The nurses still look unamused when he comes through.

Does not trust roosters. Will never get a rooster for the ranch. Won't be caught dead near one of those feathered devils. (He's not afraid of rooster. He's not. Please believe him.)

Has a real hard time saying no to people and it almost got him unintentionally engaged (TWICE) before his friends were like hold up wtf dude. Alcohol might've been involved during one of these moments. Boy gets silly when he's had mezcal.

Alice

Like spice? Not as much as Alice you don't, she could eat a Carolina Reaper and go for another in half a minute. It freaks people out. Don't eat the chili at the potluck if you treasure your insides.

Has the most amazing memory. Forgot what you did on June 18th, 2016? She remembers. Need a reminder what to do five months from now? Personal calendar, let the lady know. It's a curse of you don't want to relive drunken shenanigans.

Total dog person. Sheep are great, but dogs is where it's at. You'll always catch her bringing one or two of her pups to the bar on slow weekdays. She owns many. Like 12 many, and they're all vital for the sheep farm. Absolutely.

Judge

Always, always has to sit with his face towards the exit(s) and back against the wall, otherwise he'll be tense enough to feel like solid rock if touched. He'll deal with not facing a door though. Just prepare for extra grouch.

His nickname used to be Joe. Joe. No one uses it anymore, for their own good. If you really want to burn bridges (or get the coldest glare), start quoting Don't Fuck With Joe by The Blackwater Fever.

Don't go hiking with him, whatever you do. This is a fella who smashes those long distance trails for fun, and has gone out for weeks and even months on end during extended vacations. 100 miles minimum to make the big lug take a relaxed breath.

Sadie

A living, breathing lie detector. She has a deep, intense interest in body language analysis, and listens to tonal changes so hard it looks like she's lost in though. But there's a very, very slim chance for anyone to lie to her and get away with it, which is a freaky skill for a lawyer.

Has never touched an animal bigger than her. Sure she's seen a horse, a cow, a bull, but she'll keep her feet firmly planted on pavement while the animals are out there in the pasture. Equal minding of own businesses.

No one plays poker with Ms. Sadie because they always lose. If the lawyer thing won't work out, she definitely has a future as a card shark, professional players better shake in their boots. Don't watch her shuffle the deck too closely. Or ask why she knows card tricks.

[gt-jar]

8 for the story ideas

8. John & Noah: Human AU

This is something I'll definitely write some day, maybe not in the near future, but eventually I will I SWEAR!

I think this one is pretty self-explanatory, but in case it isn't.

In this story John will be a human and Noah will be a borrower. And the story takes place in the modern world. Also Noah is going to be a bit younger.

As a reminder, in "Two Worlds among the Stars" Noah is 15 and in this AU he'll be 11 oder 12.

As for the plot:

Noah, who would've guessed, doesn't have parents anymore. A surprise, I know. But unlike in "2WATS", the loss is more recent.

Noah got separated from them (don't know if Noah's dad sticked around in this one yet) while they were moving. Now on his own, Noah does what his parents told him to do in this case.

Find a safe house and wait for them there. (He's been waiting for maybe a month, when he and John meet for the first time, and while he's still hopeful, deep down he knows that the won't come back.)

The house/apartment Noah finds shelter in is, again who would've guessed, John's.

It's perfect for borrowering:

- only one human

- no kids

- no pets

- leaves the house for several hours

- goes to bed early

But like in every borrower story, the borrower gets caught eventually :)

Noah's doom is...

The sink

Noah falls in during one night and can't get out on his own and as John gets ready for work (suggestions for what John's job would be in the modern world?) he finds him still stuck there in the morning.

John, just like in "2WATS", has NO IDEA what to do and is utterly overwhelmed with the situation, cause FUCK! THERE'S A TINY CHILD INSIDE HIS SINK!

And because John doesn't wanna be late for work (and his brain is having kind of a meltdown) he has a short circuit reaction.

He puts a tea towel in the sink so Noah can climb out on his own.

After that their lifes go on relatively normal, except Noah can't wrap his head around the fact that a human let im go, and John is doing internet research (I really like the idea that John's mom read "the borrowers" to him and his sister when they were children).

Soon...ish? The next sink incident happens (don't really care if that makes sense or not)

Noah goes out to borrow during the day and falls in the sink again, except this time it's filled with water.

And Noah being a borrower can't swim :)

He manages to keep himself afloat for some time, but his strenth is fading fast and he starts to panic.

The situation gets a little worse until John finally comes home.

Noah, who's seconds away from drowning, screams ("screams" is a little exaggerated, cause there's not enough air inside his lungs to really scream) for help when he hears John enter the apartment.

One near-death experience later, John is sitting on his sofa with one sleeping borrower (wrapped in a tea towel) in his arms (Noah passed out from exhaustion).

Now the unthinkable happens:

John lets Noah go AGAIN!

Why you might ask? Well... John thinks there's no way someone as small and young as Noah is on his own. There have to be parents or some kind of adults around to take care of him. There's no way the kid managed to survive on his own for that long. Right?

Right...

John puts him on the kitchen counter and doesn't leave his bedroom until he's certain Noah woke up and left.

Meanwhile, Noah is losing his mind.

This human let him go not only one but TWO TIMES! This goes against everything he has been taught! He wants to know what this human is up to, so against his better judgement...

He activly seeks John out. He's on top of the fridge or something where John can't reach him, but he's willing revealing himself to a human.

And then they have a conversation.

Aaaaaaand the rest is a mystery :)

You'll have to wait unil I write this story for real.

Or you can ask more questions about it, that works too. It's a neat little trick to make writers reveal more of their storys. It works most of the time ;)

[suwisuwii]

When my ex finally moved out I thought I wouldn't really see him again. Or just not very often. Now, I know he isn't going to move back in to live with me, just my daughter, but I have been anxious all day.

My daughter is coming back tomorrow, and he'll be staying at an airbnb or something until he finds a place.

The reason why I allowed my daughter to leave is because she was supposed to stay with his family, who would take proper care of her. That is no longer the case.

Now why didn't I offer to let him stay here too until he finds something?

I know the moment he sits down in my house, he won't leave.

(I'm going to be talking about some graphic details below, tw for death, murder, rape, suicide mention )

This guy tricked me into getting pregnant, following him to his country, and doing sex work for years. He never tried to find a job, he was perfectly happy with me working 24h a day, not seeing my daughter for weeks, just so I could afford him a work-free life. I had agreed to a few months of it while he looked for a job, and was now trapped in it without an end in sight.

When a client raped me and almost killed me, he said it was "part of the job".

On another occasion one of my coworkers was murdered and dismembered, and he showed no symphathy when he saw her on the news and I told him that was my friend.

(the killer is now in jail, I had met him once and I won't go into details but I survived because I made a scene and he left. I felt sick for a few days but it wasn't enough to kill me. He has been found guilty of 3 murders, and 7 attempts)

But I just kept on going and didn't feel human anymore.

At a point I was in therapy because I wanted to die. I wasn't even sad or upset, I just thought of myself as a disposable tool. I was soon to have enough money to buy a flat in cash, and I would buy that for him and my daughter, and then just die. I felt happy thinking about the time when I would finally be free and die.

The only reason I was able to stop, and wiggle out of that situation was because of the first covid lockdown. The whole country shut down for months, we literally were not allowed fo leave our house unless we were going to buy essentials (police asked for receipts). Initially I felt trapped, slowed down. I had to be alive a little longer.

Things changed when I made friends, even if online, for the first time in years. I started seeing myself as a person again and not a tool.

I broke up with him, and kept on mantaining him economically for years just because I felt obligated to. But I started making art again during that time and earning money for myself. When he left, I thought it was finally over.

I know I am realistically not in danger but as my partner said to me today, every time he calls I end up spiraling in a frenzy. I think it's the trauma.

In any case. I can't wait to have my daughter back. And whatever happens, I'll fight to keep my freedom.

I'm also very grateful for the partner I have now. I was in a bad mental state today, and he said that he will not let anything bad happen to me. It sounds like something simple but I know he means it. And I don't feel as scared if he's supporting me.

I know I can't lose my freedom now but damn every time I get so scared. I guess that's how trauma works. It's not rational.

[dirty-droid]

How did you beat phone/screen addiction? (asking as a screen addict)

Trick question! I technically didn't! I'm still a doom scroller who spends too much time on the Internet and watches a lot of TV!

But, first big step and big problem for me was 1, how much I was texting during TV and video game time. Now that's a big daily portion of how we spend free time together at my house, between me and my fiance, so I was... Basically ignoring him all the time to text in a discord server.

So step one was tell that server that I loved so much that I was sort of 'taking a break' because I needed to leave it alone for a few days, and then I turned off notifications for it so I wouldn't constantly be tempted to always be in every conversation or at least be always monitoring to make sure I didn't miss out. The fomo was really bad.

The other solution was get a job 🤣 I started a manual labor job that kept me physically busy for most of my day, so it naturally forced me off a little bit, before then I did a lot of sit around jobs where I was just playing on my phone the whole shift even if I wasn't really having fun.

Basically I still do consider myself as having a screen addiction but I can watch tv and play video games without always wanting to look away at my phone, I don't get screen headaches every single day anymore, and my lover no longer feels scorned! Yay!

Basically I got more comfortable missing out and I only really hop on discord when I really want to instead of just, constantly. I do miss out on some of the fun but I was missing out on my real life before.

Now I'm just kinda hoping I can beat the urge to always be on my phone when I have a spare minute, but like, I'm doing better than I was. I picked up a few books from the library to get back into reading as my entertainment but, eh, scroll easy peasy, books require focus, I'll figure it out.

I hope this helps a little!

[tellthemeerkatsitsfine]

(tw alcohol problems)

The phrase "keep it session" has been in consistent use since the very early episodes of this radio show, I've just heard and episode in which John Robins stops to explain what it means, which I thought I'd cut out and save because I find it interesting. And by "interesting", I mean literally yesterday I was explaining to my friend how maybe I could be just fine drinking if I started doing this more, just get lower percentage beer and still drink the same amount, and it was starting to make sense, but it does seem like a less good idea when I hear it explained by a guy who has since admitted he had a drinking problem despite employing this technique. And possibly connected to it - it is a good trick to have something that seems like responsible drinking, but actually it's just that you're so attached to drinking you need to be able to do it for longer so you'll find any way to make it so you don't have to stop as early (I don't mean as early in life or anything, I mean literally if I start drinking I like to stay up until 4 AM or so because I know that when I go to bed I'll have to be sober for the next while, but as long as I stay awake I get to enjoy not being sober, and I think that is the basic concept behind the Keep It Sessions idea, not actually responsible drinking).

I'm rather upset at myself, a couple of nights ago I got properly drunk for the first time in 2024, and I didn't mean to. My best friend/roommate and I got invited by our mutual friend and his wife over for a dinner party in the suburbs where it was so awkward, they had this nice house and none of us like his wife (we're not just being terrible people or anything, I'd like to defend our position by saying she's made casually racist comments and is rude to wait staff, among other issues), and it was a reminder that we never get to see our friend anymore without his wife present which means we never get to have a proper conversation with him or relax around him, even though before he got married he was one of my closest friends in the world and we used to meet up several times a week and sit in a pub all night and could talk about anything, and it wasn't even about getting drunk, we'd often only have a couple of pints and not even get drunk (I mean I'd usually get drunk by myself after I went home but that's beside the point, the point is that it's not like I'm reminiscing about the old days because I think we have to be drunk to have fun with this friend and we can't have fun now that we don't drink together, it's not that, it's that we used to be able to hang out casually and now it's a dinner party at a house with his wife whom we don't like and we all have to be awkwardly polite and we just talk about polite company topics and then all go home at a reasonable hour and it sucks), but those are some of my best memories in the world and it's gone forever now, and I guess this is just what happens as you get older, but it made me really depressed because I miss the way friendships used to be. And then my best friend/roommate and I got out of there, and he said to me "Well that was fucking awkward, want to go to the pub", so we did, and honestly it was awesome. Had a few pints in the pub, went back to our place, got drunk in the living room while listening to music and watching match videos in preparation for the trip to Mexico he's doing next week to coach one of our team's athletes in an Olympic qualifier, it's really exciting and I had so much fun just hanging out with him all night and that did feel like old times. And then obviously I woke up and hated myself.

I was very tempted to just say well, that's it, I'm not going to be sober now. But I know that's a cop-out. I never said I'd literally never drink again, and part of why I avoided saying that is I didn't want to be able to say that was the entire goal, if I break it once then it's all for nothing and I can give up. I said I want to drink less. What I meant is I want to be completely sober, but I don't want to fall into my black and white thinking of if I haven't spent all of 2024 completely sober then I may as well give up. You know, like the thinking that if I'm already drunk on one night, then I may as well stay up until 4 and continue drinking instead of going to bed at midnight, because more drinking when you're already drunk doesn't add to your total number of drinking nights, it's just more of the one drinking night, so you may as well stay up.

Anyway. I was talking to my friend today and tried to explain that maybe there is some way that we can keep having nights like that but I can just get really low-percentage drinks and it won't have the same effect, but I did then listen to this radio episode and realize it sounds more like bullshit coming from a known alcoholic. Because aside from anything else, I don't think I'd stick to it. And I'm not sure there's any alcohol that's weak enough for it to be healthy to drink it for like eight hours at a time.

On a lighter note, I appreciate John Robins explaining what percentages do to conversions, because I've had this happen before. In 2014, this guy from NZ moved up to my city and trained with my team for a year. When we first met him, he told us that he'd often drink a 2-4 (a pack of 24 beers) in a night. We thought this sounded absolutely ridiculous, as the most accomplished drinkers we knew could do maybe 16 or so. The first time we drank with him, we were prepared to be impressed, but it turned out he couldn't really drink any more than I could. At the end of the year he moved back to NZ, and the next year a bunch of us went down to NZ for his wedding, and also went to his bachelor party and on a post-wedding trip and much alcohol was drunk at all those events, and we quickly worked out the source of the confusion. NZ beer is all really week; he was telling the truth when he said he could drink 24 cans of it in a day, but so could my friends and I. I'm used to 5% being the standard for beer, you can get light beer that's 4 or 4.5 or even 3.5, and you can get fancy beers that tend to be between 5.5 and 7, and novelty beers that are 8 or 9. In NZ, it seemed like the standard was 4%. John Robins talks about 5% beer like it's way too much for session drinking.

Anyway. That's not really the point. The point is I rather hate myself but I am going to still try to not drink alcohol. Also I hate the institution of marriage. Mostly. Some people's partners are cool. If you're reading this then your partner is probably cool (that sounds like a joke but I'm not joking, I can think of three people who are likely to read this post and whom I talk to regularly and know some things about about their partners, all of you seem to have very cool partners, I may have just got unlucky that all my friends seem to be marrying people who make friendship much more difficult). Keeping it session is probably not the solution to drinking too much. Even though it seems tempting. I mean, drinking weak sessions beers would definitely be healthier than what I did the other night. But less healthy than not drinking. My roommate might get to coach at the Olympics this summer. I am (genuinely) very happy for him and (not genuinely) completely fine with him going and achieving our shared dreams without me after I stepped away from them. Life is difficult. I'll try again next week.

[srarizard]

Sorry for the vent post. Just found out my old boss screwed up my health insurance so I have to pay out of pocket and I pissed off all my roommates and I feel very alone right now.

I'm sitting in my parents' house while they're away on a trip for their anniversary. Feeling weird. Wondering what went wrong. My life was supposed to take off to new heights when I moved out but I'm in crushing debt and I keep bleeding money. I can't hold a job because I'm scared to death of the neighbor who threatened to kill everyone in the building on Christmas eve. They evacuate movie theaters over less. I don't understand why I'm being forced to live in these conditions.

The house I'm sitting in right now is blue blood. Rich people shit. I was told I was poor from a young age. When my parents didn't want me to buy a $40 gift for my friend's birthday, it's because we had to spend money wisely. When we spent $60+ dollars for every meal, TWICE A DAY, we were "doing the best with what we had".

There's a paper on the door that my mom printed out years ago to hang up a recipe in the kitchen. Banana bread. She wanted to cut down on the amount of bananas that kept going bad and getting thrown out. I would ask her if she wanted to make it with me and she'd give me a cheeky smile and say "I'll help you sample it".

I only put this all together with my last therapist. The one I can't see anymore because of my insurance. I was tricked into thinking I was poor so I wouldn't ask questions about how the money was being used. When I went to have her listed as guarantor for my first apartment, she handed me her pay stub... TEN GRAND A MONTH. How... How does that work? How were we making that much money? And I couldn't afford basic needs? No nannies, no maids to clean our disgusting house?

And they waited until I was gone to clean the house themselves. Because all hopes of forcing me to do it were dashed, no doubt. I tried so many times, but they brought in crap so quickly that it was impossible to clean on my own. No one ever helped. There was always an excuse.

I just... wish there was a reason to have hope anymore. A light at the end of the tunnel. I'm tired of being beaten down again and again and again. It's been 30 years of this shit and I'm trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with me on top of all that.

[obabayangu]

When You KNOW You Lyin'

August 8th, 2023

Y'ALL! Tell me why I'm STILL single? 😒Smh. I aint too mad about it tho...not anymore. After having fifty 'leven coming to Jesus meetings with my father, I have understanding now. Wanna hear what I came up with? Wanna hear my conclusion?

Lemme clear my throat *AHEM*

"God is hiding my man from all of the hoes out here and for that, I am grateful. He is not withholding my man from me to torture me and see me suffer. God knows my desire to meet my mate. So he's hiding him for a good reason and I trust him. My man is NOT delayed and is on the way!"

Sounds good right?

Chile, if only you knew how long it took ME to convince ME of what I wrote above. But, we gone get into allat. First, lemme update y’all and then bring it on back:

Yea my last post? Don't mind that. I thought about deleting it but, I'm supposed to be "transparent" so y'all about to get ALL this ghettoness! Just trust the process sis and watch the testimony unload. But, y'all know I'm not shady. I'll address the last post, and all the other posts relating to the man I dated recently. My last post was just apart of the breakup. To keep it a buck, I thought that I was writing about my husband 🤷🏾‍♀️ and WONT! 🤣 You know when you're at that point in the breakup and you start desiring dumb stuff, even if it doesn't make sense? So you express dumb things like "I want this no good man even tho---lemme stop. He was NOT not no good. He just was not what God, shoot, even what I wanted for me. And I knew that chile, smh. From the giddy up. But you know how you get real desperate and feel like all the real mens of GAWDT evaporated? Yup. So I settled, BIG TIME. Like I said, he was a real good man. But just not God's best for ME and my preferences. So now I've got 2-3 cringy posts--don't worry, its apart of the testimony--but, they're up here and they profess LIES that I KNEW were LIES when I wrote them. Like Girl, how do you compromise on your DEALBREAKERS? 🙄 And then romanticize it up smh. Just tried to write them out hoping to make it make sense and make him fit into the man that I truly desired. Yup. Definitely "my bad". But, he did us both a favor and did what I could NOT do and chose NOT to do, and cut it off to put us both out of our misery. Chile, when I tell you that relationship won't IT. Sis, smh. The connection alone that I desired NEVER arose. And I felt that the WHOLE time, and STILL stayed? Just settling in the UPmost ways possible smh. So all the posts below this, romanticized LIES girl. And I knew while writing them that that man wasn’t who I wanted—WHILE WRITING “This man is exactly who I want” 😒 But again, it's alright. Just apart of the testimony. Now what was I saying? Oh yea, this ghetto'd down singleness

Sike--lemme stop playing and stop speaking like that over my singleness. Has it had it's ghetto'd days? YES INDEED!!!! And a LOT of them recently. Sis, I have been struggling HARDT in my singleness lately, harder than I have EVER struggled in my adult life. I'm talking about me tryna mind mine and Satan whispers "You single." Like will you SHUT-UP!

But, like I said, after a DEEP coming to Jesus meeting, I had to sit down and evaluate what was going on with me.

What’s Really Good?

I discovered 3 things:

I idolized wanting to be in a relationship

I was being tricked by Satan's lies

I was faking rather than owning my funk.

Idolization- Not cute. It’s an easy place to fall into and when I noticed the overconsumption of thoughts revolved around my singleness, I let God have it.

The DECEIT- Y’all. The enemy lies SO MUCH, it’s “ludacris”. LUDA 🗣️ I had began to believe big fat lies about my singleness to the point where sometimes I’d leave church, crying, because not one man of God, in the Lord’s own house, even looked at me let alone approached me. After leaving certain environments alone, instead of walking away unbothered, I’d walk away believing that because my husband wasn’t at that venue either, that it’s gonna take an even longer time than anticipated, to meet him. I’d believed that God was withholding my man from me on purpose to do a prolonged test on me, while seeing me in pain, and I believed that I need to prove to God that I was unbothered in order to receive him already. All LIES sis! I debunked almost allat with 2 simple verses:

Habakkuk 2:3 “—If it seems slow in coming, wait patiently, for it will surely take place. It will not be delayed.”

‭ Psalms 84:11 “—The Lord will withhold no good thing from those who do what is right.”

And these 2 verses alone held so much power and called out the enemies LIES! Sometimes, you gotta talk back to your situation with the TRUTH. Make sure that what you’re saying about your situation lines up with what God says about your situation. So after recognizing that Satan was lying to me and trying to discourage me, I had to deal with the back end of it.

Sis. I am SO happy for all the happy, occupied, unbothered, single women who are “focusing on them”, “waiting patiently”, and “not looking” for their husbands”. Cause guess what sis? THAT AINT ME! Yet, I thought that I had to abide by this recipe to somehow “trick God” into blessing me with my husband if I just did and “acted” like how all of the mature Christian women did. I thought for sure then he’d just show up “right when I least expected it”. Cause this is what they preach, right? This is the posture single women should sit in to receive their amazing men of God. Y’all. I’m done faking THAT funk. Somewhere in the middle of my meeting with Jesus, I had a revelation that I’d been trying SO hard to “act” like my singleness doesn’t bother me and “act” like it’s okay but that’s simply not my story. Singleness is HARDT y’all. I am EAGER to meet my husband and can’t wait to involve him in my non busy life! But I am conquering through this thang, with God’s help. So this is me, sharing MY story of singleness, and maybe yours too. I may not be sitting pretty & patient like all of the other good Christian church girls keep telling me to do, but instead, I’m gonna walk through the TRUE challenges of my testimony—while waiting on my husband lol. So sit back, relax, grab your popcorn

and your edges

cause chile, this ride is about to be CRAZY! But worth the wait!

‭

[violetsystems]

#personal

I think there's been enough space between real life and my emotions to talk about it. I don't see the failure as any other way when it comes. And it has been a lesson in constants. That's the trick of isolation unfortunately without much validation. You try to convince yourself that your situation is different. And people are wall to wall around you trying to manipulate you into thinking worse. There's a point when you call bullshit. And for me and the rest of American society it just doesn't happen once. You have to be constantly vigilant of the world around you. When I sat in training for a shitty job at a culturally appropriated sushi shop I was told the reason sexual harassment laws exist is because of "snowflakes." I've heard that term more than I have wanted to since I've set back into mainstream society. It always comes from people who sound like they do too much cocaine. Which is a lot of people out here. I wish it weren't the easiest way to describe the "wall" but it is. I've never done the shit. I drink a lot of coffee black. But even that is limited to three cups a day. I set a lot of rules and routines for myself that I try to follow. When I walk into an environment that just lets caution and shit hit the fan, it is jarring. Have I been exactly cradled by society from a social justice perspective? No. I unfortunately know the true depth of the Alan Moore paradigm. You can try to reach out for help but nobody is in control. There's enough people to sound nice and make you feel wanted for a second. But ultimately they don't want to face or confront the root of these problems. Which is seriously not helping by not confronting or calling people out on their bullshit. I know how it is. You can and will be blacklisted. You'll be on Tumblr for years writing about it even through the writer's strike. You see I literally took a nine dollar and hour job with tips not for the YouTubes but because that was all that would pay attention to me for the last two and a half years. I've had resumes at major fashion houses, the ACLU, even the office of police accountability. And I'm just some invisible schmuck who should have learned my place in society and not invested in a rival EV company as to not piss off the mob or billionaires with my forcible retirement and pension. How do you even explain shit anymore without it sounding like a treatment for a shitty Tarantino movie. Which is why I probably took a few weeks off to digest it all.

I got punked at the sushi place like I get punked in the neigborhood. People want to excuse it away as my own fault and not listed up in a gang database. They want to use me as a soapbox to show everything that is wrong with a subgroup of people I don't actually belong to. They try with group interventions that skirt the boundary of legality because they know no one like me can afford 20k for a lawyer to retaliate. But there's some meat to it that drips off the bone like a real car wreck when it is allowed to acquiesce. It follows me around like a sick dog and I get it to do tricks. The performative cyclone that is just waiting for my big moment to break it up and cuck me back into my apartment thinks it gets away with murder. These shit heads are in broad daylight with the intimidation and retaliation. And I watch people helplessly wondering if I'll reach out and explain it to them so they can open their big fat mouth and make it worse. I've done that enough for years. The truth is I should have known how fucked up things were and I do. I spent most of my time saving money and looking for ways to pare down my own expenses. But never did I think I'd be sitting here making excuses for it for other people at this level. I honestly should be the one to break it to people that America is more than fucked right now. You have a Supreme Court that just casually rules against fair use and women's bodies. You have a performative layer of news that is just for profit propaganda. You have no way to be or feel represented other than writing on a dead social media platform to friends around the world. And you have every cokehead in this city riled up and soaking up the attention because they're desperate for annihilation. And I see no way for these people to be able to pay the bills at this rate. And this worries me in a lot of ways. I'm not just looking for a job for my future. I'm an only child with divorced parents. My mom could lose her house. My dad won't help her. People around this fucking neighborhood project their sitcom lifestyle of socially oppressed millienial and I'm living a fucking horror show. My life out here is nothing different from Cuba outside of the thin layer of constitutional rights and fuck you attitude that keeps people from getting in my face.

I don't see a future for me here. I don't see anything. I wake up. I go to sleep. I had my identity, my dreams, my friends and my narrative robbed and toyed with around the world by vile, petulant mother fuckers who deserve to eat curb repeatedly. And they will metaphorically speaking. I'm the one who has to clean it all up. Trash dripping from someone's balcony onto mine. Rabid animals roaming my garden. People looking the other way or making fun of my physical appearance or political beliefs with litter and trash. Alleys full of fentanyl and heroin needles. You people love that cheap low rent lifestyle that steals people's life savings and gives it back to the bank. The same bank running PPP loan scams so brazen you could leave it all in a James Joyce book out near the dumpster like the rockford files for a tenet style dead drop and nobody... I mean nobody will touch that shit with a ten foot pole. They'll never go on record. They'll make memes about you on their fake social media when you ask for help. These people are more than petty. These people are consistently vile. And people make excuses for what they did to me. Buried my narrative. Called me crazy. Turned me into the legend of curly's gold on the Internet. A living, breathing world heritage post locked behind a paywall that doesn't pay me at all. What part of my rights evaporated and shit the bed in the Stardew Valley sense. I don't even really believe I communicate to the outside world anymore. My mental health is of no concern to the people who actively as a group on this block with the help of nbc universal partake in Ed Burke style bullying on a daily basis. And the feds just watch. You might think they set this shit up. America is one step ahead of you. My country is nothing but an insurance company with an army. And I'm sure they'll write you a check if you survive. Most of us weren't meant to past forty. And that's why I'm already dead to people in a sense. My emotions towards apologies from people died a long time ago. I was always trying to move on. And in some ways, the writing is still on the wall that I don't belong here as a victim for a bunch of closet terrorists. But if the shoe were on the other foot. I'd rather terrorize you with my success. So I'm passing you the fail ball slugger. Make it count. <3 Tim

[hauntedwitch04]

This is Halloween

🎃Halloween party🎃  

Andrew Garfield x reader

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Warning: none, just pure and lovely fluff with our Andy, really how can someone not love him

Author’s note: Here the 9th of October and here we have our lovely Andy! Hope you like this! 

✒️:   “If you keep singing the Nightmare Before Christsmas songs, I think I won’t make it to Halloween in one piece.” “But at least you’ll know them all by the time we see it on Halloween night.” “Tell me we’re playing trick-or-treating, because this is a fucking treat.”

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As soon as October starts, I can't help but start singing songs about Halloween movies. It happens to a lot of people with Christmas, but my favorite time has always been fall, much to the chagrin of my boyfriend Andrew.

I've been doing nothing but singing "Nightmare before Christmas" songs for ten days now, and he definitely can't take it anymore.

I'm making breakfast, when for the umpteenth time I don't start singing "This is Halloween," and I hear Andrew bang his head against the table.

"If you keep singing the Nightmare Before Christsmas songs, I think I won't make it to Halloween in one piece." He says in a tired voice, while his forehead is still pressed against the table.

"But at least you'll know them all by the time we see it on Halloween night." I reply with a laugh as I try to finish my preparations.

He looks at me with wide eyes, before getting up and coming to hug me from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder.

"Tell me we're playing trick-or-treating, because this is a fucking treat." He tells me in a whisper, as if he is praying. I turn to look at him earnestly, and almost with tears in my eyes I ask him about a doubt nagging at my mind.

"Am I really bothering you that much? Oh God you must hate me, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I swear I'll stop, I'm sorry-" I repeat over and over before his lips stop me with a gentle kiss.

"No, no honey, I love seeing you happy and singing your songs, I'm just pretty stressed and tired and I just want a quiet moment, but at the same time I know how important this time is for you." He whispers, as he continues to kiss your face. "I'm a horrible person, I'm sorry. I'm the one who has to apologize to you."

"No, you're right, I have to stop doing that all the time, because I can become nagging. You fully have the right to rest." I reply, but he shakes his head.

"It's enough for me to just spend time with you and I'm more than satisfied." He says before looking around to see if breakfast is ready. He picks up the pancakes I was making and puts them on a plate and our glasses with chocolate, to take them to the coffee table in the hall. He takes me by the hand and calls our dog, and we all sit together on the couch in our house. I look at him still not having realized what he is doing.

"Today we're going to spend the whole day watching your favorite Halloween movies, and there's no excuse." He says, and I can't help but smile at his words.

Needless to say, it was the best day of my life, full of laughter and love.

[12pt-times-new-roman]

c3e38

The connection between Delilah and Laudna is diminished, not gone.

"She means a lot to you, right?" "...she means everything."

In theory, the final roll for this resurrection ritual should be 1d20 + 5, since Pike has to make the final check and her wisdom is +5. If Laudna's DC is 11, and if all the contributions are successful, that puts the DC at 2.

......oh. Matt is implying that this resurrection ritual will succeed no matter what, but if the check fails, Delilah will come back, not Laudna.

Pike is casting this ritual with dispel evil built into the resurrection! That's what the powdered silver is for :)

Orym's contribution: "Laudna. I know I don't know you any better than the rest of us, but I know your history. You deserve to be more than a footnote in Delilah's story. There are people here who need you. They need your life and your heart. I don't know what Bells Hells will be without your darkness, Laudna. Or your light. Please, we don't want to leave anyone behind. Least of all you. We gotta get that blood flowing through your veins again. Please, come back." Red poppies bloom through Laudna's black hair. Nature check: 11, against a DC of 10.

FCG's contribution: "Laudna, you might not have been perfect, but you loved and you loved, Escargot and Sashimi, and you loved Imogen, and I've always been told that a soul that loves at least touches perfection. You once said to me that the worst thing that ever happened to you has already happened, and now I can say that the worst thing that ever has happened to us has already happened. With you not here, it's really scary, and not the fun kind. Pike said that you might not want to come back, so I'm afraid we can't let you do that." They cast compulsion on her to compel Laudna to come back. Intimidation check: natural 1.

Imogen's contribution: "You know you saved my life, right? If you hadn't come to town when you did, I don't know how long I would've lasted. These last few years have been everything. Through it all, through all the laughter and all the hardships, she was with you. She was choking you. If you come back, I don't know how you're gonna feel, I don't know if you'll feel free or if you'll feel empty. But I want you to know, whatever hole she's leaving, I'll be there to help fill it, alright? I'll be there for you. I'm not gonna tel you to come back, I'm not gonna try to compel you to come back, because that choice, Laudna, is yours now. No one gets to control you anymore, alright? Just know that I love you. And I'm here." She puts Pate on Laudna's chest. Persuasion check: 7.

Pike makes the final caster check.

"A moment passes. In that stillness, you hear Pike exhale. 'Come on, come on.' Vex leans forward. 'Pike, did it—' 'I don't—' She leans forward and places her hand over Laudna's mouth, nose. 'Is she a real shallow breather?' She slaps the side of Laudna's face, and Laudna jolts awake."

Laudna's DC started at 12, went to 9, then went up to 11. Pike rolled a 16.

she's sitting next to Imogen!!!

"I remember hearing you, I remember seeing you— all of you. I remember all of it."

There's no apparent visual/physical change. From a passing detect thoughts, FCG gets "a flip book of all the memories she was reliving and going through. Confusion. Terror. Frustration. Regression. A little lost."

Percy had five dozen riflemen and fifty pale guard surrounding the house, plus himself up on a platform with some "perfected" version of Bad News.

Pike used raise dead, so Laudna has -4 to every ability check, attack roll, and saving throw. The penalty reduces by 1 after each long rest.

Hollow Ones count as undead for the purposes of hunter's bane.

"It feels like a dream, this one's just not a nightmare... are you sure this isn't one of her tricks?" "I promise."

oh the sweet, sweet parallels between Laudna and Percy.... Laudna knowing that these children will never know anything different than a Whitestone that is beautiful, alive, colorful, and Percy fighting tooth and nail to ensure it.

Laudna's form of dread no longer has a mourning veil; it cracks and crumbles away, it falls like the leaves fall from the Sun Tree. Branches start sprouting from her shoulders as she leans against the tree-- almost an entire lifecycle, years' worth of seasons as the branches bloom, wither, then fall.

did Laudna just take the Sun Tree as her patron?? form of dread is a warlock ability so???

"Have you felt it? The tree? It's warm... Lady Vex'halia, Imogen, you should feel it too."

"Miss Trickfoot, may I give you a hug?" FEARNE

Well, she tried. but Pike's passive wisdom is 21 — meaning both passive perception and insight.

Laudna took pact of the chain!

it gives her the ability to cast find familiar, and lets her familiar take additional forms. because he can fly and speak Common, he's using the stat block of either an imp or a sprite, but I'm guessing he's an imp.

FCG and Zerxus have equal and opposite brands of hubris based in the "I can fix him" mentality

Fearne got a gun for Mister. from the man who invented firearms. that's more or less a tiny potato cannon.

Whitestone has been aware of missing residuum shipments for some time, but the care that was taken to keep them enshrouded was extensive. Threads led them eastward, and they believed the involvement came from Wildemount. Percy thinks the Assembly are a "messy" organization to confront, and had hoped that they weren't involved.

As for the solstice— the Apogee Solstice is a once in a (human) lifetime thing that tends to draw out "the best and the worst of Exandrian society." Anyone with an interest in cheating their way into a better position through magic will be trying their damndest to achieve things normally unheard of or impossible.

and on Ruidus— Percy sketches the pattern of the Divine Gate, which has a design to it, "something that looks like a kaleidoscope, a fractal pattern within the lattice that spirals around." It looks very similar to the lattice around Ruidus. "The Divine Gate is one continuous entity, a barrier. It's hard to describe; it's a boundary that exists between these dimensions, but it's not a thin sheet, it's a bit more esoteric. It only exists in the spaces between dimensions, and only exists around Exandria."

They have contacts in Vasselheim who can look into this and try to connect the dots, but again, a lot of things are happening in a lot of places very quickly.

that's a lot. so is Ruidus the "gate" part of the Divine Gate, the lock that's holding the door closed? if it's appearing in the Feywild, does it still have this lattice while it's there? and if it doesn't, then was Imogen seeing the lattice just a result of looking through the lattice around Exandria, not actually a lattice around Ruidus?

Vex gives Laudna a ring of protection!

aw Marisha moved back

MOON DREAM MOON DREAM

and FCG has share dream up

FCG's spells come from the arcane weave?

Imogen finds herself "standing in the same grass field, the same childhood open field that the dreams continue to start in, but there isn't green, there isn't your horse. The red storm is already around you... you can see the faint outline of FCG joining you in this dream... you see, ahead of you, a shadowed shape that just moves away and vanishes into the dust, away from you. You step closer and closer, and you can see, it's a broader shape. Not the thin, familiar feminine warrior body that you faced off with in Bassuras. This is more of a masculine warrior's outline. It's hard to make out the specifics, but you see the walking figure stop and glance over its shoulder for just a moment, and then it's gone. (It had similarities to when Bertrand and the twins walked away.) You keep walking forward, and the wind gets stronger and stronger, the grasses of the field giving way to dirt and broken rock... You've acknowledged in this space that spellcraft has no effect, but the will of your mind influences the journey you take. The storm continues to grow colder and darker, until eventually the vibrant red becomes a deep, dark maroon. As the wind begins to die, the space above you begins to thin. Where the dust dies down, instead, you see a dark voided scape filled with thousands and thousands of stars. You glance up, and the stars begin to blink out, until within a few moments inky blackness sits above you both. The storm subsides and you put your consciousness back down to where you're standing, but there's nothing there. Lightless space beneath you, around you, until you can't even see each other. In that moment, all you have is the physical sense of your hands holding together, you feel yourself being pulled away until your grip finally gives, and you both come to consciousness in the morning."

Fearne talks to the Sun Tree! [Can you open a door?]

"Eyyy Fearne. I mean. People make doors outta trees, we don't do it ourselves. But you figure it out, you know where I am... [How long have you been here?] Oh, a looong time. [Did you ever notice when they put up a new moon?] No, s'long as I've been here, there's always been two. [Are you excited for the solstice?] I guess a little. It's interesting, and makes me feel all tingly."

Sending to Eshteross: "Are you alive still? I had a dream." No response.

Chetney's gift to Imogen is a big movable wind-up horse! it's very pretty.

"Gilmore's Glorious Goods: Whitestone Expansion"!!

The guy working the shop at the moment (Gilmore is in Emon) is apparently very skilled at carving wood. He enchanted a little wooden gryphon to fly. And I mention this because Chetney looks very suspicious of him.

FCG has run off to the temple of the Changebringer. "I'm drawn to [this coin]... it's little and it's metal, but it has a purpose... I'm thinking more about what my purpose is, and I'm wondering if you have any insight, or if she might... I guess I'm just wondering how to talk to her."

FCG speaks toward the Changebringer. "I don't know if you can hear me, and I don't know if you can speak, but I'll be listening, and I'll be waiting, and I guess I'll be hoping for you to... just let me know that you're there. I guess that's the first step. I don't need anything more than that just to know that someone out there knows who I am and that I exist."

We're back in Jrusar!

Another sending to Eshteross: "Eshteross? Tell me you were just sleeping earlier. Are you there? Wake up!" Nothing.

Eshteross' estate is covered in blood and sprung traps.

At the base of the bed, there is a "humanoid body, face down, reaching underneath. A familiar maroon-patterned robe." Chetney goes in and smells "blood, but it feels a little off." Getting close, the body is riddled with wounds — gash marks, fine slashes, the robe is barely held together.

"The smell of blood is strong, but it... it smells off. It's hard to describe. You're very familiar with the blood of humanoid creatures, and there's something off about it. The other thing you smell is the smell of blood you've tasted before. There's the faintest smell, a sage or an oil, that is distinctly Otohan that just barely lingers — barely."

Beneath the bed, where Eshteross was reaching, is an iron lockbox. Chet fails to pick the lock on it.

Yeah. No pulse. This is one of those situations like the Nicodranas vs. Felderwin thing in C2, where if the M9 went to Felderwin instead of Nicodranas they would've been there when the town was attacked, right? They went to Whitestone instead of staying in Bassuras, and Eshteross is dead because of it.

In Eshteross' pocket, Chet finds a bunch of different keys on a ring, presumably for different things in the house.

Inside the box is a cluster of envelopes. Sealed letters, all with names. Evelyn Ress. Lex Emnar. Chief Wilder Neimenoros. Ajit Dyal. Orlana Shishadri. Menaia Trei. Bells Hells.

The letter to Bells Hells—

Travis is reading this way too fast for me to transcribe ;-;

There's something in there about fate and people who bend history to their wills?

In essence, it's a final will and testament. Eshteross knows he was living on borrowed time, and thanked the Hells for their time. He gave them his cookie recipe, the blade in his cane (named Turmoil), and the ownership of the Silver Sun, along with a year's worth its crew's time.

They finally have a sky ship!!!

From the blood on the cane, Orym identifies that odd smell as the same type of poison that affected Will and Derrig, that "locks away" any chance of resurrection.

Hold up. If Eshteross is dead and Imogen saw him walking into the storm the night that he died, the same way she saw Bertrand...... what does that say about the Lumas twins? She saw them weeks after they (supposedly?) died.

[make-me-imagine]

Wherever You Go

Prompt: "Wherever you go, I'm going too." Requested By: Anonymous (Mystery prompt challenge; Yellow 29)

Pairing: Chris Larabee x GN!Reader

Plot: After witnessing a crime, you must flee Four Corners and go into hiding until a trial can be held. Not allowing you to go alone, Chris comes with you. When in the safe house alone, it becomes almost unbearable to continue ignoring your feelings.

Warnings: None!

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Vin turned and looked at you closely "Are you sure this is the best option?"

"Not really, but I'd rather not just sit around while someone is trying to kill me."

Judge Travis drummed his fingers on the table. "Y/n's right. We got Lawrence in custody, and as long as you stay safe until the trial, he'll be put away for good. His men are littering the town, so it's best you aren't in the town along with them. You're our only witness."

"Where will you go?" JD asked as you looked over at you in concern.

"I think it's best you don't know that JD." You said with a soft smile.

"But what if you are followed, what if someone comes after you and we ain't there to help?" He persisted.

"I'm not exactly helpless you know."

"No, no, I know that, but it's still a risk."

"JD's right." Josiah pitched in.

"Then they wont go alone." Chris spoke from the corner of the room.

You met his eyes before he slowly looked over at the others. "You deal with Lawrence's boys and I'll make sure Y/n get's out safely until the trial."

Nathan nodded his head "That sounds like a better plan to me. That way we know you wont be alone out there."

"Are you sure?" You asked as you met Chris's eyes.

He nodded once in certainty as he stepped away from the window. "Now lets plan a distraction so we can sneak out safely."

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You let out a deep breath as you peaked out from the barn doors. Your horses were ready, now you and Chris were waiting for the signal. Once Lawrence's men were tricked into thinking you were on the other side of town, Mary would give a signal from across the road so you and Chris could ride out in the cover of darkness.

"You sure about this?" You heard Chris ask from behind you.

Looking back at him, you rose a single brow "What, you gettin' cold feet?"

He smiled and let out a huff of breath in amusement as he turned back to his horse. You smiled to yourself as butterflies fluttered in your stomach. It wasn't often Chris smiled, and when it was because of you, your heart would melt.

"There they go." You commented, as you saw Lawrence's men take the bait as they all slowly made their way down the street.

Grabbing your horses, you waited by the doors for Mary's signal. You breathed slowly in and out as your eyes darted around, making sure there were no men lingering.

Glancing over at Chris, you saw his intense stare as he watched out for the signal.

"Are you sure you don't want to stay here until the trial? Make sure Lawrence's men don't cause anymore trouble?"

You felt your heart stutter as Chris locked his eyes with yours. He shook his head once as he spoke, his voice low but certain. "Wherever you go, I'm going to."

You were sure he did not mean it in the way you desired, but hearing him speak like that almost made you swoon. You had fallen head over heels for the rough tough gunslinger. But you doubted he could ever see you the same way. You were his friend, and that was that. He was loyal, and that was why he was coming.

His eyes stayed locked with yours for a moment as tension seemed to thicken between you. But seeing his eyes dart to the side, he motioned his head. "There."

Looking out, you saw Mary walking down the road with a swaying lantern. The signal.

Grabbing the reigns, you quietly went out back and made your way away from the town. Once you were far enough away, you mounted the horses and rode off. You spared a look back at the disappearing town and let out a deep breath of uncertainty.

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"This is it?" Chris asked as you pulled up to the darkened cabin.

"Yeah."

As you tied up your horses you looked around the area "It's a friends cabin, they come out here in the winter months to escape the harsh snow up North. They leave me the spare keys so I can take care of it when they are gone."

"It's a good distance away, we should be safe here." He said as he followed you inside.

Checking out the window as Chris lit a fire, you couldn't seem to shake away the anxiety in your gut. It had taken you about two hours to get here, there was nothing outside but pitch darkness.

Chris, sensing this, watching you closely for a minute. "If it makes you feel any better, I'm certain we didn't get followed."

You smiled lightly at him as you walked over to a lounge chair and sat down. "It does, but only a bit."

As the room slowly began to heat up from the fire, you felt a bit more comfortable. "There are two bedrooms, you can take that one in there" You pointed across the room.

Chris studied it for a minute before he looked back at you. "Where would you be?"

You pointed to the opposite side of the house and Chris furrowed his brow. "Further than I'd like."

There were the butterflies again.

You spoke with a small air of teasing "I thought you were certain we didn't get followed?"

A small smile crossed his face as he looked at you. "Just being cautious."

"Then what would you suggest?"

He looked around before he patted another lounge chair "I could sleep out here. I'd be closer to the front door, and you."

"You wont be very comfortable."

"But would you be? Knowing I was right out here, rather than in there?"

You didn't even have to think about it. Of course you did. The closer he was, the safer you felt.

He could see the look in your face, that told him he was right. "That's settled then."

Your mouth seemed to move faster than your mind. "The beds are big."

Chris stopped mid-step as he looked over at you. "You suggestin' we share?"

There was something in his tone that made a chill run up your spine. "Not if you're uncomfortable with it. I just don't like the idea of you sitting in that thing all night" You motioned your head at the chair, as you tried to ignore your burning ears as he gazed down at you.

"You wouldn't be uncomfortable?"

You met his eyes again and shook your head softly. "You don't make me uncomfortable Chris."

You thought you saw some type of glint in his eye, but it was gone as fast as you thought you saw it. Clearing his throat as he looked down at the lounge chair, he nodded his head softly. "Alright, we'll share. I don't much like the idea of sleeping in this thing either."

Smiling softly to yourself you got up, "I'm going to make sure there are enough blankets then." You could feel his eyes on the back of your head as you exited the room.

As you looked out the bedroom window, you were so lost in thought, you didn't see Chris watching you from the doorway. You jumped slightly when he stepped in, his shoe causing the floorboard to creak.

"Sorry." He spoke with a soft smile.

You let out a soft breath. "Guess I'm still a bit jumpy."

"That's normal for someone in your situation."

You watched as Chris looked around the room before his eyes landed on the bed. You wondered if he was thinking the same things as you.

Turning away, you looked out the window again. "There's a nice creak in the back here, it's a nice place to sit during the day. We had a picnic out there last time my friend was here."

"That sounds nice."

You felt goosebumps form on your arms as he spoke, making you realize he had come over to the window with you.

He peaked out the window as well before he spared a glance at you. After a short moment of silence, he spoke again. "You know I wouldn't let them hurt you right?" You met his eyes, and he continued "And as much as I trust the others, I don't...trust them to protect you as much as I would. To do what it took to keep you safe."

"That's why you came with me?"

He nodded softly. "There was no way I was going to let you come out here by yourself. I knew that before the others raised their concerns." He repeated the words he said earlier that made your heart skip. "Wherever you go, I'm going to."

"Thank you Chris. I didn't admit it before, but I was scared of going alone."

Your eyes were locked in an intense gaze that said more than you expected. You saw Chris swallow as his eyes broke from yours and seemed to study our face, even lingering on your lips.

When his eyes locked on yours again, you weren't expecting his voice to be so soft when he spoke next. "You trust me don't you?"

He saw the glint of surprise as you nodded your head. "Of course I do Chris."

"And you know I would never hurt you?"

"Yes. I know." Your voice was almost breathless as you spoke.

Taking a step closer to you, Chris peered down at you, his eyes seemed to be filled with every emotion. You knew, that he might never fall for you because of his past. But you could see him fighting his way through it now as he looked down at you.

"I-" He faltered, and you wondered if he was going to stop, to pull away, but he took a deep breath and continued. "I didn't think I could ever feel like this again. And I don't know if-" He stopped again, and you could see it was harder for him than you thought.

"It's alright Chris." You said with a soft smile. "I feel it too."

You saw him clench his jaw and you continued. "And I know why you're uncertain, why you aren't sure it's something you really want. But just know, that I'm here, whenever you decide."

He let out a breath and you saw relief wash over his face. You placed your hand gently on his chest before you pulled away, "I'm going to get ready for bed. You don't have to sleep in here if you don't want to."

Chris watched you leave, his heart pounding heavily in his chest. You felt it too. Of course you did, he knew that. He saw it in the way you looked at him. He wanted to be with you, but he was frightened, in a way he didn't know he could be. Were you certain you would wait? Was he worth waiting for?

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When you came back to the bedroom, Chris was gone. You let out a staggerd breath as you thought he had pulled away from you again. Just when you thought he was close.

As you climbed into the bed, you blew out your lantern, and laid in the darkness. You could hear Chris pacing around the other room, before you heard his footsteps coming closer.

You felt your heart start beating heavily as you watched the door with anticipation. When the door creaked open you met his gaze in the glow of his own lantern. Silently, he walked into the room. Without saying a word he slipped off his boots and came around to the other side of the bed.

You remained facing towards the door, as you listened to his movements. He set down the lantern, and blew it out. He pulled the covers up as he climbed into the bed beside you.

Your heart seemed to stop as you felt his breath on the back of your neck, as his arms slipped around your waist, pulling you against his chest. He pressed his face into the back of your head, as you felt him press his lips against your hair. One of his arms stayed gripping your waist, holding you close to him. His other hand slipped into yours.

Neither of you said anything as he held you close. You squeezing his hand lightly as you let out a soft breath. The tension was still present, but you felt comfortable being so close. As you both drifted into sleep, you both knew that the next day would be the beginning of something new for both of you.

xx End xx

I had no idea where this was going as I was writing it, so I hope you like it lol.