#I'm sorry I keep going through old stuff because I'm getting more and more nervous about the upcoming UXM

[lovecanbesostrange]

Artist Mark Brooks (who's currently giving us a masterpiece collection of Disneyfied X-Men, please look at his Insta) did the cover art for that homestretch of X-Men Legacy (aka X-Men 1991 with a rebrand name) from #260.1-275. And I just adore it.

It's still so funny to me that officially Rogue chose Wolverine's side in Schisms. But then made a call that had Logan so mad he wouldn't look at her. So the book explored a little X-dynamic on the side at the school without disturbing the Wolverine & the X-Men plots. And when the time came for the big AvX thing the team had to sit it out, but also get one big fight at least for the tie-in and then Rogue was shoved to another planet for a bit. Only to come back for some "oh no the Phoenix Five aren't the good guys, better help the Avengers now" and then to finally break up with Magneto (in a story with a gay man dying impaled in rubble, because those two have the best date scenery start to finish iykyk).

That story with Weapon Omega and Mimic is fantastic. Oh, the homoerotic subtext in those pages is peak X-Men content. And everything is always about empathy, second chances, redemption, finding your own way, breaking free of other people's expectations. Christos Gage was allowed to write a very quiet story. Despite then having to shove in AvX (of course the Avengers looked like extra dicks, but I blame editorial decisions; sorry the escalation was on She-Hulk, I love Jen, she did nothing wrong).

[on-a-lucky-tide]

fun things to inflict on a pilot who bases his value on how useful he is to others:

temporary blindness >:3c

141 accidentally pierce an old mustard gas canister during an operation. Nik takes the brunt.

cw: injury, temporary blindness, distressed character.

Price paced up and down the base hospital ward wringing his hands as he waited for news, his heart in his throat. The mission had gone south so bloody quickly, and no matter how many times he retraced their steps, Price couldn't pinpoint the exact action that had caused such a monumental fuck up.

Old world war one bunker. Old old. The perfect place for a terrorist cell to store chemical weapons, or at least a lead to them. They had jumped early that morning with Nik because it was in east Germany and he had the knowledge they needed to break through the security systems. The USSR had used it as a base of operations during the Cold War, so without Nik, getting in would have been like chipping away at granite with a toothpick.

They got in. They secured the intelligence - no bloody weapons though - and were on their way out. A small detachment of enemy combatants had infiltrated through a different entrance that hadn't been recorded on the schematics they were working from. There had been an exchange of fire. A stray bullet caught a canister and...

Nik ignored the most fundamental rule of chemical warfare. You sort your own fucking mask first. But no, the stupid wanker grabbed for Gaz's first, because he was closest to the explosion and had only a split second to react.

Nik had been too slow with his own as a result.

Holding Nik in the casevac had been one of the most difficult experiences of Price's life. The skin lesions across his face had been like second degree burns, his eyes swollen shut, streaming. Anywhere there was moisture, the old gas had attacked. Despite the wounds, Price had seen the terror on his face as he tried to wrench the damp gauze off. He couldn't see.

"John, ya nye mogu videt! John... gdye ty? Gdye ty!" His usually calm, sombre voice, with its laid back drawl, broken and cracked in desperation.

In the end, Price had taken the decision to sedate him in the heli, one of those big hands clenched in his to keep him anchored as the drugs brought his heart rate under control and soothed his panic. He had lashed out at Gaz blindly - "otyebis ot menya!" - but between them they had managed to get the sedative into his thigh.

There were other wounds; bumps, scrapes, but none as serious.

"Sir, I'm sorry," Gaz had rasped, chucking the needle back into the bag. "This is my fault."

"No," Price had shaken his head. "Not your burden to carry. G'won, go eat somethin'."

The door at the end of the hall opened and the doctor summoned him with a flick of the head. "Well?" Price demanded, ignoring the pursed lipped irritation he got in return.

"It's temporary," the doctor said, his arms folding. "The gas was old, degraded. Still potent enough to cause damage, but with the right treatment, he'll get his eyesight back."

"How long?"

"Difficult to say. Four to six weeks for the skin lesions to heal. His body will decide on the rest... uh, captain," the doctor reached out a hand as Price tried to walk past, "there is a risk of long-term dyspnea, respiratory problems, awful stuff mustard gas, it attacks the central nervous system too, it can cause changes in mentation, and I understand from his file that he has a medical history of--"

"--I know what's in the file."

"We may be looking at more damage here than just his eyes. But only time will tell."

When Price stepped through the door, Nik startled, looking in his direction even though the heavy bandages over his eyes prevented him from seeing. Price spoke softly as he closed the door at his back. "S'just me, Nik. Easy."

Price nodded tightly, walked by and shouldered his way into the next ward. He found Nik's room but hesitated outside. Nik was awake. He was trying to grope around the table in front of him, searching.

"Captain, it is... well, I would say good to see you but..." He gestured vaguely at his head, his wry smirk shaky, and then that hand returned to patting around the table.

"Did they explain everything? Did you..." ...understand. Fuck, Price didn't understand half of the medical jargon, so he wouldn't be surprised if Nik struggled in his fourth language to parse what they were saying. Fourth out of eight. Asking felt like an insult to Nik's intelligence. The doctor's comment about mentation lodged in Price's throat like a shard of glass.

"Da. It will heal but there may be some future complications, I..." Nik suddenly slammed his fist against the table, anger twisting his mouth into a snarl, "..blyat, where is my phone? I need.." Nik's voice cracked and his chin tilted down with the shame of it, trailing off into miserable silence.

Price reached for him and tried not to let the resulting flinch shred his heart. Once Nik realised it was Price's hands and not whatever phantom his mind has conjured, he relaxed. Price sat down on the edge of the bed. "You don't need t' do anythin' but heal. We've got yer covered."

The way Nik's jaw twitched, teeth clenching at the back, his shoulders rising a little towards his ears; Price could see the clawing discomfort without needing to see his expression.

"You're gonna have to trust us, Nik. I need yer to trust me."

"I do," Nik croaked. "It is... This is not your burden to carry."

"Even if you weren't who you are, you still got injured in one of my operations."

"I let you down. And now I am useless." Nik's other hand clenched into a fist at his side, making the finger monitor creak under the strain.

"Temporarily out of commission. Not useless."

Nik turned his head away, refusing to hear it. They sat in silence, Price's thumb stroking back and forth over Nik's knuckles, giving him a point to focus on that wasn't his burning skin or the darkness of his vision.

"Nik, short of turnin' me over to Al Qatala, you could never let me down," Price said, finally.

Now was the time. Now Nik needed to hear it more than ever.

"You... mean the world to me. I..." he rubbed at his face, tugging at his whiskers, "...I love you. And when I saw you go down, my heart stopped for a second. The world stopped. Believe it or not, I was glad you were screamin' bloody murder in that chopper, cause that meant you were still here."

Nik drew a stuttering breath, but he didn't say anything. The man who had a one-liner or a bit of sass for every occasion sat in mute silence. It made Price ache in a way he never had before.

"'M not gonna abandon you, Nik. Wouldn't have even if this had been permanent. An' I know you don't believe me. I know. But... 'm gonna show ya. And you can grumble and cuss at me 'til the cows come home."

Nik's head fell back against the pillow and he sniffed, scowling with a muttered curse.

"You olrigh'?" Price squeezed his hand.

"Da. I am crying like little girl and it is stinging my eyes."

Price chuckled, patting their joined hands against his own thigh. "Soppy git."

That had to be a good sign. Tear ducts were what the eyes used to heal and maintain themselves, right? And he could feel the tears. Positive. This was positive. Price lifted Nik's hand to his mouth and kissed his knuckles, lingering there to feel the warmth of his skin.

Nik swallowed, his fingers tightening in Price's grip. "If I had known that losing my eyes would have earned me John Price, I would have cut them out years ago."

"Fuckin' 'ell, Nik," Price said incredulously, always somewhat taken aback by the intensity with which Nik expressed himself when it was just them. He sighed. "Yer've had me all this time. I just... I'm just not as brave as you are."

Nik huffed. "Bravo Six is the bravest man I know."

"Only for some things. Not feelin' particularly brave right now, and you're the one in the gurney."

Nik tilted his head towards Price, so desperate to see his face. Price was glad he couldn't. His damn eyes were watering. "Then, I will be brave for you. This, I can do without my eyes."

Price smiled and made sure Nik could feel it against his palm, promising him silently in that moment that he wouldn't waste a single second more of their time together on this bloody earth. "Sounds like a plan."

[justabigassnerd]

Driving Lessons

Pairing - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x daughter!reader, Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

Word count - 2,650

Warnings - probably the worst descriptions of driving lessons ever (I don't know how to drive), Jake's a wee bit mean, angst, fluff

Summary - Jake finally allows you to learn how to drive, however, he's a pretty bad teacher so perhaps Bradley could help

A/N - whoop whoop new Hangman Junior fic time! it's only taken me so long to get a new fic out (which I'm so sorry about it's like every time I go to write in the evening I'm just exhausted and struggle to write anything). I won't ramble anymore but as per y'all, please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!!!

“Dad, when can I start learning how to drive?” The question that leaves your mouth is one that Jake had been on the receiving end of since you turned sixteen and were now considered old enough to learn how to drive in the state of California. Jake put it off for a while, wanting to make sure you were properly ready for such a big thing as well as wanting to ensure all the paperwork that was needed was completed before he got you on the road.

When the day came that Jake finally dubbed you ready enough to actually get behind the wheel of his truck, you were bouncing off the walls. Jake had told you that you were to listen to his every word, and you had nodded your head wildly to prove to him that you were going to listen.

“Okay, lesson one, starting the car up. This truck is a manual, so you have to deal with all the clutch control stuff.” Jake says as you settle yourself behind the wheel and adjust the mirrors. You nod at Jake’s words, remembering what you read in the book Jake had given to you to study intently before he let you practice driving.

“Walk me through it slowly because the book can only help me so much here.” You say, looking from the steering wheel down to the pedals and trying to figure out what pedal does what.

“Okay, so the pedal on the left, that’s the clutch. The one in the middle is the brakes and the one on the right is the acceleration.” Jake says, pointing out each pedal and explaining what they do before telling you about clutch control and finding the biting point before you release the handbrake. You were nervous as Jake’s explanations were causing your brain to work a million miles an hour as your foot hovered over the pedals. You hesitantly pushed down on the clutch before applying a slight amount of pressure to the acceleration as Jake encouraged you to ease the handbrake off. Instead of smoothly making your way off the driveway, the truck lurched forward and then stopped suddenly, giving away that your clutch control was not great and you had caused the truck to stall.

“Just try it again. Easy on the clutch, okay?” Jake says, looking over at you as you nod, a sense of nervousness creeping over you at your recent mistake. Your nervousness began to take hold, making you stall the truck a few more times, and each time you could sense your dad getting a bit more frustrated with you.

“Maybe you’re not ready yet. You need to study the book a bit more before we do this.” Jake says, sighing and rubbing at his face as you look over at him with mild shock as you switch the engine off.

“What? No dad, I’ve studied that book front to back I can do it.” You argue watching as Jake shakes his head lightly.

“If you keep stalling like this it’s going to mess with the truck. I think we should call it a day.” Jake then says, making you feel like you just got stabbed in the heart.

“I know I can do it though.” You say as Jake begins to unplug his seatbelt.

“You clearly can’t right now. You’re taking a few days to really study and then I’ll decide when I next let you attempt to drive the truck.” Jake says firmly, putting his foot down as you bite your lip, unplugging your own seatbelt and jumping out of the car, immediately making your way back inside the house.

Bradley looked up from where he was looking at his phone, a witty quip about the two of you being gone for barely any time perched on the tip of his tongue but it quickly left when he saw you storm upstairs. Moose, hearing you disappear upstairs launched off the sofa and ran upstairs to be with you. Since the beloved dog had joined the family, he took a shine to you and quickly became your protector, so Bradley was unsurprised when Moose made his way upstairs to check on you. Not long after you and Moose had disappeared upstairs, Jake came back in, muttering under his breath as he closed the door behind him.

“Is everything okay?” Bradley asks cautiously as he gets up from the sofa, meeting Jake in the doorway to the living room.

“She’s not ready. She couldn’t get the truck off the driveway. She’s not driving again until I’m confident she can get the truck to move more than an inch.” Jake says, moving past Bradley to sit himself on the sofa, leaning back into the plush pillows with a sigh.

“Jake, she’s not going to learn if she doesn’t practice.” Bradley says softly, easing himself to sit down next to Jake. Tentatively, Bradley takes Jake’s hand in his own, the coolness of Jake’s wedding ring hitting his hand as he squeezes Jake’s hand softly.

“She’s not driving until I say she’s ready. She’s trying to grow up too quickly.” Jake says, making Bradley realise what the root of the problem is.

“Jake, she’s sixteen and everyone she knows at school will be driving soon. She’s capable of it and I know I’m not the only one who knows that. We’ve both seen her studying that book you got her. I get you don’t want her to grow up but it’s happening whether you’d like it to or not. Her driving will help her gain more independence. She’ll be able to go places with her friends and not worry about whether one of us would be free to take her there.” Bradley argues gently, watching as Jake’s face remains set before he shakes his head softly.

“At least let me try and teach her. She deserves a chance.” Bradley then says, making Jake turn to look at him.

“If you want to try, I won’t stop you.” Jake says with a light shrug, not protesting when Bradley releases his hand and moves to head upstairs to check on you. When he knocks on your door, he’s met with nothing more than a mumble and he opens the door to see you laid on your bed, arm thrown over Moose whose head had shot up to see who dared to enter your room while you buried your face in his fur.

“Moose, it’s just Bradley.” Your muffled voice says as the dog finally lays his head down, tail lightly thumping against the bed as Bradley scratches him behind the ear.

“Comfy there?” Bradley muses lightly as he sits himself at the end of the bed and watches as you lift your head.

“You okay?” He then asks, seeing the forlorn expression on your face as you stroke Moose gently.

“Dad probably told you what happened already.” You say quietly, running your fingers through Moose’s fur and twirling the ends carefully in your fingers.

“We all start somewhere. I wasn’t a good driver when I started learning and I bet your dad was the same. Don’t let his words get to you.” Bradley says softly, watching as your focus remains on Moose who rolls over so you can scratch his belly.

“I don’t understand why he was so mean about it. I was really trying, and he kept making me feel so pressured.” You admit, your softly spoken words make Bradley bite back a frown.

“I’m sorry.” Bradley says quietly, watching as you shake your head lightly.

“You don’t need to apologise. You didn’t do anything. I’ll be okay.” You say, lifting your gaze to send a small smile Bradley’s way.

“Look, I was thinking that I could have a go at teaching you, maybe tomorrow if you’re up for it. I know a place we can go just to get you comfortable with the basics of driving before we get you on any roads. It’s up to you though. I’m not going to force you to do anything you don’t want to.” Bradley says, gauging your reaction as you fall silent, glancing down at Moose who licks your hand softly and wags his tail.

“I’ll give it a go.” You mumble, bringing a smile to Bradley’s face as he nods.

“That’s good to hear. Just relax for today. We’ll practice tomorrow.” Bradley says with a smile as he stands up, petting Moose whose tail thumps against the covers.

When tomorrow arrived your nerves were in full drive as you got in the passenger seat of the Bronco as Bradley got behind the wheel. The drive wasn’t too long, and Bradley would tell you what he was doing as he drove to help you understand what goes on when the car is in motion. Having Bradley explain everything helped you to feel a bit more confident as he explained everything in as much detail as he could.

“Is this Mav’s hangar?” You question as Bradley pulls up on a large runway, glancing around.

“Yeah, it is. Mav’s helping Penny with her boat today so I asked if we could use the runway of the hangar to practice. It’s got plenty of space and you don’t need to worry about pulling out onto any roads.” Bradley says with a simple shrug, glancing over at you as you blink back the grateful tears that threaten to emerge.

“Thank you, Bradley.” You say quietly, smiling over at him as he nods lightly.

“Alright, ready to get behind the wheel?” Bradley asks, looking over at you as you look from Bradley to the steering wheel. You hesitate for a moment and just as Bradley preps himself to speak, you nod, looking back at him.

“I’m ready.” You say. You and Bradley swap seats and you adjust your seat and mirrors the second you settle in the seat.

“You know what you’ve got to do. Don’t rush yourself. If you stall, don’t worry, just restart the car, and start again.” Bradley says, his voice soft and gentle as he watches you with a smile. You had never expected Bradley to go out of his way to help you learn how to drive, much less allow you behind the wheel of his beloved Bronco that he barely lets your dad drive. But seeing the way he smiled confidently at you, you felt ready. With a newfound confidence, you nod and go through every step slowly, easing the car into a smooth start as Bradley’s grin grows. He then quickly tells you how to stop the car, although you remembered what he had said on the drive over and were able to stop the car with little issues.

“y/n, that was incredible!” Bradley gushes, making you smile as you process that you actually did it.

“I did it!” You say happily, looking over at Bradley who nods enthusiastically. He encourages you to have another go and you manage to drive around on the runway for a while, starting and ending smoothly as Bradley watches your confidence grow. When Bradley deems that you’ve driven enough you swap seats once more and Bradley begins the drive back home.

“Bradley, why did dad act the way he did teaching me yesterday?” You ask, looking over at Bradley who spares a quick glance your way before focusing back on the road.

“I think he’s too used to teaching the cadets at work. Most of them don’t listen well and your dad really lays the pressure on them because they need to be able to think quickly while they’re up in the air. And also, between you and me, I think he’s a bit scared because you’re growing up on him. I think if you speak to him, he’ll be able to explain things a lot better than I have.” Bradley says softly, turning down the volume on the radio before he speaks so you can hear him. You furrow your eyebrows in thought as you think about Bradley’s reasonings. The rest of the drive back was silent, and when Bradley parks the Bronco in the driveway, you’re already planning on speaking to your dad. You open the front door and are immediately greeted by Moose who begs for you to pet him as his tail wags madly.

“Has Moose been out for a walk yet?” You call through to your dad as Bradley squeezes in behind you and closes the door to prevent Moose from bolting out the door.

“Not yet, I was just about to take him.” Jake says as he emerges from the kitchen, lead in hand and the bag of essentials clipped around his waist.

“Can I come?” You ask, not missing how your dad’s eyes lit up momentarily before he nods.

“Of course. Bradley, are you coming?” Jake says, glancing from you to Bradley who shakes his head with a fond smile.

“Not this time. I said I’d help Phoenix with her relationship drama so I’m going to swing by hers in a few.” Bradley says, excusing himself to freshen up to head to Phoenix’s while you and your dad exchange a look before your dad shrugs and hooks the lead onto Moose’s collar.

“Alright, let’s make a move.” He says and the three of you make your way out of the house. Most of the walk was silent. Only a couple of words were exchanged between the two of you and it was about your driving lesson with Bradley. When you reached a bench in the shade where the two of you could sit for a while as Moose sat in between your legs, you glanced over at your dad and realised it was just time to get the conversation over and done with.

“Did you hate the idea of me driving because it means I’m growing up?” You ask confidently, noticing how your dad tensed up before glancing over at you.

“Bradley?” He asks, wanting to confirm who told you that.

“Bradley.” You confirm with a slight nod and Jake finds himself holding back a sigh.

“I’ll be honest with you, sweetheart. Yes. You’re growing up on me and I hate that I’m still far behind. You’re wanting to do all these things and to me you’re still my baby girl.” Jake says, watching as you nod at his words, hands running through Moose’s fur as he pants happily.

“I’m not going to stay little forever, dad.” You mutter, looking over at Jake who nods lightly, sadness in his eyes.

“I know. I’m trying to catch up. I’ll try to be better.” Jake says softly, making you shuffle closer to him so you could hug him which meant Moose took that as an invitation to prop his front paws on your lap so he could lick your faces, making the two of you laugh and push him away gently. You then continue on the walk and when you get home, you’re greeted by Bradley who upon questioning says that the moment he arrived at Phoenix’s house, her date also pulled up leaving Bradley to assume that there was never any drama in the first place. You then excuse yourself to head into the back garden with Moose just to go over some training with him while Bradley and Jake watch from the back door. Bradley wraps his arms around Jake’s waist from behind and rests his chin on Jake’s shoulder.

“She’s a really good driver you know? Nailed everything.” Bradley mumbles before pressing a kiss to Jake’s neck.

“I bet. She can show me what she worked on later if she’s up to it.” Jake agrees, smiling as Bradley’s kisses make their way up to his jaw.

“I am also calling it now; she’s passing on her first try.” Bradley then says, watching as Jake nods in agreement, unable to find any way to disagree.

And as it turned out, Bradley was right.

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[lilith-little-world]

Hello! I absolutely love your stories and I was wondering if you are open for request? If so, can you do a lmk sun wukong x reader who is a nine tail fox? I imagine that the reader as already have all of their nine tails, so that would make the reader probably as old as wukong (because you know 1 tail = 100 years)

of course only if it is possible for you, it’s ok if you are not open for requests. Thank you and have a nice day! (Keep making amazing stories, you have a serious talent)

I am so sorry for not answering this sooner! I just got busy and then I got even more busier. Then recently I got super sick, but I guess it finally made me have enough time to write when I wasn't knocked out from the meds. But I am still taking requests, I'm just going to be quite slow. And I'm sorry if this isn't what you wanted exactly or it lacks a certain luster to it, I'm running purely on meds right now and hoping I don't get worse in sickness.

Also chapter 3 may come out a little later since I got super sick.

9th Tail Fox Reader x lmk Sun Wukong|| Oneshot

The sight of the once-flourishing city made you sigh in disappointment. It was tiring to see such good potential go to waste, especially under your watch. 

You wander in your shop, restocking and organizing the place. You can’t attract desperate people if the shop doesn’t look presentable after all. The ancient and magical artifacts are displayed nicely, while some more medicinal and less magical artifacts are more at hand reach. It's a nice little shop you have been building up through the long centuries. It's good to know that no matter how badly life brings you down, a fox spirit like you always bounces right back up.

 A small bell rang when someone entered through the door. Someone different…

The smell was strong and powerful, nearly knocking you out of your human form. There's only one being that could get that reaction out of you. Someone you told to never show their face to you ever again.

You turn to the door to see a ginger simian. Who waltzes right in, as if he owned the place. Checking the old artifacts, searching for something.

“Nope, get out, I am NOT getting wrapped in your messes, again.” You immediately storm your way up to him. Dropping your human act and looks. 

“Hey, cool stuff you got here. I would love to check it but I'm quite busy and on a task.” He ignores your aggressive attitude and continues to look around.

“You- Didn't I say to get out? Leave! I don't want to be wrapped up in your messes again!” You kept blocking his path, shifting into a smokey fox form. However, he just dodges you and continues searching your shop.

“Tell me, do you have any, artifacts or info on someone named the Lady Bone Demon?” He sits on the counter and finally looks at you. Even though he tries to keep his lazy attitude, there was an edge to it. Ready to get serious if the moment calls for it. 

You stand there for a second contemplating, staring down at him. A few more moments pass, so you can see what his intentions were exactly. Then a chuckle escapes from your throat before turning into laughter.

“You really came all the way here for something like that? Who or what lead you here to begin with? You certainly came a long way home to visit little ol’ me, after what you done.” Your smokey fox form grew in size, as it bare its fangs and growled at him. He kept his lazy attitude.

“Crazy, huh? I heard from a friend that you know a map that leads to the Lady Bone Demon's old place. It would be nice if you hand it over and forget this ever happened-”

“And why should I help you? I'm running a business here, and I need payment. Now if I were you, I'll pay up, since I'm being so generous today.” You cut him off as your face got close to his. For once his lazy attitude broke for a second, he tensed up as he leans away. Nervous and possibly a bit flustered from the sudden close approximation.

“W-well, I don't have anything on me now but I can get you something.” He mutters, before clearing his throat. Trying to regain his composure back.

“News flash, I don't want anything that isn't my tail back, that you cut off! Either you give it back or no map.” Your form shifts into a more smaller one but just large enough to tower over him. Wrapping your many tails around him, your fox face next to his ear.

“Now tell me, what will it be, Sun Wukong?”

He was silent, for once he was quiet. 

“If I don't find out what she is planning soon, she’ll destroy everything. I know, you hate me after everything but we both know, if I didn't do it. The mortals in this city would have. You know how humans get, when misfortune comes, they need someone to blame. I am sorry that it had to be you, but you know I was only doing my job. So please, help me on this one.” He said while staring at the ground, his hands clutching the edge of the counter. 

All you can do is stare at the sight in silence. It wasn't every day, he apologizes. However, will you actually accept his apology?

You let out a tired sigh, your smokey from jumping off the counter. Searching the shelves before landing in front of him. Back in your human form, holding a map. You tossed it at him.

“As much as I would love to have my ninth tail back, but I must say, it isn't every day the mighty Sun Wukong comes in apologizing and begging for help. Well, I guess that's a good enough payment.”

“Heh, I get it, I don't apologize and should have sooner. Then again, there weren't any balloons or cards saying ‘Sorry for cutting off your ninth tail and making you stuck being a regular fox spirit.’ Apparently, that doesn't happen much to have it be on a card.” He laughs getting off the counter. Checking out the map as he slowly exits the shop.

“Hey if my great plan does work and the world hasn't ended, want to...catch up?”

You raise a brow at him.

“Oh? Wukong, you still aren't smooth, not even after all these years.”

“Hey, I spent a few centuries on an island by myself. I’m just rusty, and don't pretend you aren't too.” It was his turn to lean close. His face is close to yours as he smirks. You were stunned, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“Oh please, unlike you I had a business to run. Now go, I won't be kind enough to say it again.”

“Then is that a yes? Can we catch up?” 

You close the door shut the moment you push him out. A soft chuckle left you as you turned back around to see the spot where Wukong was sitting. Though you notice something new there, it was a fluffy tail. The one you lost. A smile forms on your face.

“That cheeky monkey.”

[fishfingersandjellybabies]

I have this concept in mind that Damian even without Batman and the brothers in his life, Damian would end up giving up the League of Assassins doctrine in some point

It was just going to take longer than it was in the canon, I can see that over the years Damian was slowly realizing that killing wasn't going to solve anything, that staying there wasn't going to help him in anything, that that "love" that his mother it wasn't right, that lifestyle turned him into someone without emotion and empty

So Damian, seeing no more meaning in those empty words, programmed acts and violence for meaningless violence was just going to get up and walk away on his own

This was going to happen when he was 16/17 years old. He would realize that that anger he held inside of him wasn't going to solve anything and that desire to please his family was just a tool to keep him as an object (secretly Damian always knew this, just admitting it hurts so he always avoided confronting that thought)

So now you have Damian on the run from the league of assassins, living like a normal person and trying to be invisible. Damian has no desire to get to know Gotham and Bruce's other children (yes, Damian is aware of Batman and his father and all the rest - that's another painful part of his life that he intends to ignore). As Damian does not go to Gotham, he prefers to visit more unusual places so as not to attract attention from the League of Assassins or superheroes until he meets Jon through a terrible accident

As we know Jon gets involved with political stuff, global warming, social causes and stuff

Well, there's a war going on somewhere and now he has a group of refugees in danger. Damian decides to act like a mercenary and protect that small town full of innocent people (he's trying to redeem himself for the crimes he committed) and then Jon arrives to save the day. be superboy

they meet there, Damian doesn't say anything about his past and who he is, but Jon falls in love with the mysterious mercenary with the green eyes, and they end up having a brief relationship together. Jon wants a serious relationship, but Damian denies it, thinking it's stupid

The war ends and Damian leaves, leaving a saddened and hurt Jon behind

Years later (now both with 27) the Justice League listens to the rumor that Ras is dead and the new king commands the League of Assassins, it just makes everyone nervous but since the new leader does nothing against the world, everyone starts to ignore it until the day that a League of Assassins infighting ensues

Former loyal members the old doctrines don't like the new king and started attacking civilians, the justice league gets involved to protect the civilians and then Jon arrives to find Damian leading the attack against the former traitor members

I like to think that in their brief time together Jon gave Damian a dark green sea stone as beautiful as his eyes and Damian gave Jon a gift too, a drawing of the place where they first met

both still keep the gifts and even after so many years they still think about each other. Jon has no hope in finding that handsome mercenary again and "hey! He is actually the new cult leader who everyone is talking about!"

I really love this idea because Damian unlearned everything alone because he wanted it, after that angry state in his young age (that anger is just a trauma response to me) he just realize how fucked up everything was then "nope thanks" and stand up and leave

I'm sorry for bothering you with this but I want to share it with someone. I hope you have a good day and rest well - 🌻

not a bother, I love hearing new ideas! And this one seems so fleshed out, so you've clearly thought it about it a lot! Are you going to write a fic on it? That'd be cool!

But I agree and I think that's the best thing about Damian? Is that there's always that feeling that he would move on eventually/help people, with or without Gotham. He is inherently kind, and that's the coolest part about him. Despite all the anger and skills and trauma, he is kind and he always will be. bad writers be dammed!

And then Jon sees that and gets that and is just so mystified by this boy who is happily standing up to the world ALL BY HIMSELF like...fuckin' whoa.

But then it's almost a 'secret royalty' situation and Jon finds out not only about his League lineage but BATMAN and is like 'shit he's even cooler????' and then to see him be a hero still even after all that is like. He's smitten and there's nothing he can do about it.

love it, thank you for sharing it with me!

[anothermeforcompany]

Riwal x Yan!Leon S Kennedy (RE4 Remake)

Warning: TW! suicide-gore, typical resident evil stuff, MINORS DNI, yandere Leon

Leon looks at the injured teen in front of him, with bare feet and bandaged hands, but clear eyes full of wariness and fear. "You aren't infected ?"Leon asks, his gun lowered but not put away.

Riwal shakes his head, his black hair matted down by the rain. "I'm not 'infected', whatever that means, but if you have a chance, quickly get away from here"his right hand pointed out in the direction of the broken bridge, and Leon noticed a broken nail on one of his fingers. "Go through the bridge, as fast as you can"

That statement reassures Leon that Riwal isn't with those crazy villagers nor he mean anything bad, as he points out towards the known exit. "I can't, I'm here to find a girl, her name is Ashley" he takes out the picture to show to the teen that's as tall as Leon, maybe a few centis taller.

Riwal feels conflicted because he knows this girl and where she is, but if he answers honestly, he will send this man who has survived Raccoon City through another hell. "This is not a good place, you should leave," he said, taking a step back as he didn't want to lie outright to him, not him, not this man.

Leon realizes from the way this boy looks away that he knows something. "You know her, where is she ?"Leon caught his wrist before Riwal could get away. Despite being taller, he is skinny and injured, looking like a homeless person. When compared to Leon, Riwal is nothing.

Riwal looks into his eyes and lets out a stammered breath. "The castle..." he answers lowly. "They keep her there but more than that..."Riwal can't hold his gaze and look away, "There are mercenaries, peoples with guns, you have to be careful, if you need anything, go to the Merchant, he will sell you any medicine you need"

Leon looks at the trembling boy and notices how cold his skin feels. "What's your name? Why are you here ?" he asks pulling Riwal into one of the houses.

Riwal rubbed his palms together once Leon let him go. It's been quite cold lately and he has spent a long time outside to hide from those mercenaries. "I'm here looking for my uncle who went missing, this place is his last known location"he takes off his bag, a bit braver since it's Leon, he knows the man won't hurt him as long as he cooperates. "I'm Riwal, 16th years old"

Leon looks at him, "Do you know what happens around here ?" he ask

Riwal's breath hitches. He knows, but he doesn't want Leon to know that Riwal knows because he has experienced the same in Raccoon City, but worse than that, he is a born B.O.W., the thing that can ruin people, just like those undead turned his mom sick and makes his dad kills himself, leaving Riwal all alone. However, as his uncle said, Riwal is a good boy who just needs to shut up if he has to lie. "I-I..."Riwal feels really nervous, he doesn't want to lie to him, instead, he wants to help him, but Leon will hate him if he ever finds out.

Leon looks at the nervous young man. "Take your time"he patted his shoulder in comfort.

Riwal bites his lips to stifle his whines, flinching away from the touch but catching himself. "S-sorry..it's been some time since I met anyone who doesn't want to kill me at first sight"he tries to smile but it ends up with a grimace.

This reminds Leon of Raccoon City, the difference is that Riwal is a civilian and younger, and he clearly can't survive any longer here. He feels protective of this young man and wants to keep him safe, these feelings will grow into a need, but it's a story for later time. "It's alright, Riwal, I understand"Leon didn't touch him again, but he also didn't step away.

"Thank y-you and sorry..."Riwal feels more at ease.

Leon thought about it for some time and let out a sigh, "You know, I have a gun and you know this place better than I do, what do you say we work together ?" he offers

[frog-the-author]

Chapter Four: The truth( updated version ) pt1/2

Hello I'm back again! It been six days since I last updated the book/story my reason is that I went sick I got better then I have camp went ended on Thursday went was not that long ago before camp ended I started to get shoulder pain on both of my shoulders and some pain on both of my arms and I didn't tell my mom yet...so she didn't know ooops and I went to the doctor on Thursday the same day where it was the last day at camp which I have to miss because of my doctor appointment and there was some stuff that happened there and it a lot but it wasn't about my medical condition but something else and after all that I'm here giving you the update version of chapter four the truth! In this chapter Lang Qianqiu will found out the truth that his Parents were keeping away from him and this is the start of his hero path with a help with some people on the way as well and who are these people you may asked? Well you just have to wait and see! Enjoy this chapter that is probably going to take awhile to finish lol! :)

(A/N just imagine that instead of He Cheng being there it Xie Lian because it makes more sense and I don't have the time and energy to replace all of the words that say He Cheng so you just got to use your imagination I just want to change it because it felt right to and it fitted his character more than He Cheng because when I first started I didn't really think much to it until know so yeah but in the future I will got back and fixed it:) )

And sorry for a really late update version of chapter four lack of motivation and other important things happening(aka both of my shoulders have pain in them for something days idk how long but they don't hurt anymore they is refreshing! Enjoy this wonderful chapter that I made!

Here’s the chapter you been waiting for @purplew :3

"And that's the gospel truth." They all sang together. They move out of the way and there is a painting of wonderful colors to make a beautiful sheep, hills, and trees while looking at it almost can tell if can actually believe that you looking at a real sheep, hills, and trees just by looking at the painting. The sheep were eating grass from the hills and they are next to dirt road.

(A/N I decided to add some more things to my likening)

The sun shines in the sky, the sheep are eating the fresh grass on the ground and there is a dirt path in the middle of the hill. Then a wooden wheelbarrow with haystacks on it went flying down the dirt pathway heading straight towards the market that is down hill. In front of the wheelbarrow is Hua Cheng sitting and a donkey with a broken ankle and Lang Qianqiu who is pulling the wheelbarrow with his strength. "Lang Qianqiu! Slow down!" Hua Cheng told him while holding his hat that was on his head. When they reached the market there were three men on top of the entire building entrance. "Look out!" Hua Cheng told Lang while pointing at the man. "Oops! S-Sorry guys!" Lang apologized with a nervous tone while going through the entire way.

"Hey! Watch where you're going!" A random person said to Lang while he was pulling the wheelbarrow. "Sunday driver." Another person said under their breath. People in the crowd are screaming because of Lang's not so good driving skills. Then he stopped the wheelbarrow and now he is stuck in a hole that he made while stopping the wheelbarrow that he was pulling. "Thanks son." Hua Cheng told Lang while he got out of the hole and sighed. "Where old Penelope twisted her ankle back there...I thought we were done for." He told his son while looking at the donkey's ankle. Lang Qianqiu walked towards the wheelbarrow and began lifting up the stack of hay. "No problem Pop." Lang told his father.

"Uh don't unload just yet," he told Lang. "First I have to finagle with Yin Yu." He explained to Lang Qianqiu. "Okay." Lang replied and put down the stack of back on the back of the wheelbarrow. Lang walked towards Hua Cheng and Hua Cheng began to speak to Lang before he left to talk to Yin Yu. "Now Lang this time please just." He began to explain to Lang Qianqiu. "I know I know.." Lang sighed. "Stay by the cart." Lang agreed sadly then Hua Cheng rubbed Lang's hair. "That's my boy." He exclaimed and walked away. There is a young man with a big pot that has the most beautiful design on it. ¨Oh my goodness! Whoa!¨ The man said to themself under their breath while almost falling backwards. ¨Careful!¨ Said Lang while he helped the young man with the pot with his hands on the bottom of it. ¨Why thank you.¨said the young man to the person that helped him and it was unknown that the person who helped him was Lang Qianqiu until he spoke. ¨No problem!¨ replied Lang. ¨W-why Lang qianqiu!¨ The young man sputtered. ¨It is you!¨ He finished his words. ¨Let me help you with that.¨ Lang offers the young man. ¨No no no no. I got it!¨ he told Lang then he turned around and went away from him and this shocked Lang then tried to help him again ¨ I'm fine! You just run along Lang now Lang.¨ He said, trying to get Lang to leave. ¨Are you sure?¨ Lang questioned him then he nodded. ¨Oh yes. Absolutely!¨ He told him and Lang left the room and the young man closed the long red curtain and Lang was standing there when he closed it. Lang began to walk away then disc appeared and fell on the ground next to his foot he bent down and grabbed the disc then he went back to standing up straight once again. ¨Yo! Give it here!¨ A random kid said while running towards him then he gasped when he saw who got his disc and some of his friends were behind him. ¨Hey..you need an extra guy?" He asked them if they wanted to play with them. ¨humm.¨ said the blonde kid. ¨Sorry Lang.¨ The blonde kid told him while rubbing the back of his neck. ¨But we already got five. We want to keep it an even number.¨ He told Lang. ¨Hey..wait a second. Five isn't an even.¨ Lang said he didn't get a chance to finish what he's about to say, so the blonde kid took the disc from his hand and ran away from him. ¨See ya Lang.¨ the blonde kid said and one of his friends said this to him.¨What a geek.¨ ¨Destructo boy!.¨ one of them said while laughing then another one said this.¨Maybe we should started calling him jerking!¨They all laugh together.

Lang walked away from them with his head looking at the ground while looking at his feet and sighed with sadness in his eyes then slowly looked up and sat down at the well that is somewhat in the middle of the market that he and his Father is at. Then the disc was flying in the air and Lang looked up and saw it. "Head up!" Said a random boy and Lang got up and ran towards the disc and tried to catch it. "I got it!" Lang said then jumped in the air to get the disc but failed and his body slammed on to the pillar. "No! Stop!" Said another kid but it was late. Lang crashed into a tall white pillar face first and fell down back on the ground making it crack underneath him.

Lang Qianqiu got up quickly and grabbed on to the pillar to stop it from falling down he took a step back and the roof that the pillar was holding fall down and Lang turned his body and the other pillar began to fall as well when Lang was trying to hold the other in place in his hands and there is a hole on it the other pillar making it crashed when that happened all the other pillars began to collapse. The pillars were falling down and people and the animals were running away from the falling pillars trying not to get hurt. Lang threw the other pillar on the other side where those pillars haven't fallen yet then Lang began running to the other side then he stopped and said. "Hey! Whoa!" In shocked and worried in his tone as he saw the pillars falling like ones on the other side. Lang ran past Xie Lian. "Lang!" Xie Lian called for him and lang responded with "Hang on! Pop! I be right back!" Lang explained to him and to continue to run past him.

"No no! Oh my! Don't please!! No no!" The young men said in worried and scared voice while holding his pots in his hands then pillars stopped for a moment by but..Lang comes running towards him. "Watch out!" Lang warned him then spilled on oil that was on the floor then crashing into him breaking all of the pots that were in the young man hands and the pillars finally fell down. Smoke filled the air and when it cleaned everything was destroyed and there was broken pots on the ground and oils spilled on the ground and everything was just a mess it will take forever to clean up. Lang was standing there looking around at all the mess that he chase just for trying to catch the dis, he pick up the dis that is next to his foot and Xie Lian walked towards him slowly then the blonde kid came running up to Lang while Lang just looked at him with disappointment look on his face about everything that happened just because of him. "Nice catch. Jerklang." The blonde kid told him with dissatisfaction and anger in his tone then taking the dis out of his hands and walked away from him."Lang..." Xie Lian said to him with sadness in his voice then a crowd began to form and they began to mumble hurtful things about Lang Qianqiu about events that happened today. "That's the last straw! XIE LIAN!" The young man said in anger while getting out of the piles of pots he was stuck in and his face is covered in red in anger. He now walking towards him with anger in his eyes while slammed the pot on the ground breaking turned into one piece into a multi pieces on the ground now. "That boy is a beast!" Said a woman pointed at the young boy. "He's too dangerous to be here!" Another one said. "He can't be around here!" A man said. "He cant be around us normal people anymore!" A old woman said.

"He didn't mean any harm!" Xie Lian told them. "He's just a kid!" Xie Lian tried to reason with the people. "He just can't control his strength." He explained to them while having his hand on his Lang back. The young man walked up to him s face. "I'm warning you Xie Lian." He told him while pointing his finger at him. "You keep that..that freak! Away from here!" He explained in anger and tried of the Lang Qianqiu always causing chaos with his strength. "Yeah! Freak! Go away!" A young boy said excitedly and the crowd agreed with the young man that is in front of Xie Lian and Lang Qianqiu is looking at him with honor on his face and eyebrows raised and his eyes wide open while the anger crowd shouted negative comments and words then the anger crowd began walking away leaving a sad Lang Qianqiu and a worried Xie Lian.

The sky is mixed with red, orange, and yellow as the sun sets in the sky and there is two people sitting on a hill with trees surrounding them and the area that they sitting have fees trees near them. The adult has an arm around the kid shoulder while sitting under a tree shadow blocking them from the sun light. Xie Lian sighed and turned his head towards Lang and his mouth began to open ready to talk to him. "Lang...don't let the things they said about you back there in your head." He speaks softly to him. "But.." Lang Qianqiu said before stopping to get up from where his sitting and now standing up looking at him bed continuing speaking. "Pop! They...they're right! I am a freak! I to fit in I really do! B-But it never works.." he explained to him while looking at the ground having his hands in a fists. "The outcome is always." He's hands stills in fits his voice changing in tone to a sad, dissatisfied, and painful voice. He turned around facing away from him then looks at the sky then at the ground. "Sometimes I-I feel like I don't fit in! At all! I don't belong here..." explains now facing Xie Lian. "Like I'm supposed be somewhere else...a place that accepts me you know." He continued to talking. Then Xie Lian got up and walked towards him. "Lang qianqiu...." He said then placing a hand on his shoulder Lang walked away from him then he sighed. "I know it doesn't make any sense..." He said to him before walking away. (A/N teenagers am I right? This a joke.) Xie Lian only looked at him with sadness in his face before sighing.

(A/N Lang Qianqiu having his Disney moment take this a joke I joke around about a lot of things and this is one of them luv u)

Lang Qianqiu is walking to the edge of a cliff looking a ocean as the colorful sky hits the horizon the wind blowing his hair while bent down and take the rock of the ground then looking back at the ocean."I have often dreamed of a far off place." Lang Qianqiu begins singing in a soft tone in his voice while he throws the rock into the ocean and the rock skip on the ocean making small circles on the water. "Where a great, warm welcome will be waiting for me." He sang while closing his eyes and raising his arms like a bird opening their wings getting ready to fly then he opened his eyes once again and put his arms close to his chest then putting them back on his sides. "Where the crowds will cheer when they see my face."His voice began to raise as he sing. "And a voice keeps sayin this is where I'm meant to be." The voice still remained calm while he sings. Now it's dark out and the moon is up in the sky and Lang Qianqiu is walking in the woods. "I will find my way." He continues to sing while walking in the dark woods. "I can go~ the distance!" Lang Qianqiu sang once more. Then he climb a huge and tall tree while singing. "I'll be there someday." Then he grabbed the next branch of the tree as he continued to climb up the tree. "If I can be strong." He smiled. Then he stand on a huge branch of the tree. "I know every mile." He continued singing while on the tree branch looking at the moon that is in the sky while the stars dance in the sky.

"Will be worth my while." He sang calmly then he put his hand on the main tree then a shooting star come by. "I would go most anywhere to feel like I...belong~"

(A/N this short ahhh paragraph)

Lang Qianqiu is now down from the tree and he have his head low and looking at the ground while walking towards a house that is where He Cheng and Xie Lian is standing at the door and where the candle is light up inside the house. Lmag qianqiu stops in front of the house and He Cheng began to speak up. "Lang Qianqiu." He told him while looking towards him while having his arm around Xie Lian and he has a hand in his chest.(A/N if feels a little bit rushed I'm sorry if it does) "There is something that me and gege wants to tell you for a long time." He says then looking down at Xie Lian then back at Lang Qianqiu who is some feet away from the door and is just standing there. They are now inside the house Xie Lian and Lang Qianqiu are sitting down next to each other with space between them and Xe Cheng is standing up in front of them and the fire place is light up lighting up the house. "But if you found me...then where did I came from?" He asked them then looking up at He Cheng. "And why was I left here?" He continued to asked them questions then he looked at Xie Lian who is next to them. Xie Lian took out a something that is covering it up and began unwrapping it when he finished unwrapping it there is golden metal with a red ribbon on it so it can go the person neck. He gave him it and began to speak. "This was around your neck when we found you. When you were a baby." He explained. Lang Qianqiu look at it and rubbed his finger against the golden metal He Cheng walked around behind them and placed his hand on his hand on Xie Lian shoulder and rubbing his finger against the shoulder. "It's the symbol of the gods." Xie Lian explained to him. Lang Qianqiu got up from his seat quickly. "This is it!" Lang explained happily. "Don't you see? Maybe they will have the answers!" He told them exactly then turned to his them with a huge smile on his face.(A/N it already 3k words I probably will go over that if so I might be finished by midnight or in the morning. I guess I'm pulling all nighter if that happens nah I'm going to end it here)

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I hope you enjoyed this cliffhanger everyone! It been a long and crazy ride for me before I even started working on updating the four chapter because a lot of stuff happened that I explained already so you know everything about what happened before this chapter was out.

And I wanna hear your thoughts on this chapter so tell me in the comments and don't be shy to tell me about my grammar mistakes and I will got back and fix them in the future

And on the next chapter there will be a mini chapter about He Cheng and Xie Lian but I won't tell you about the mini chapter you just have to wait and see for yourself in the chapter. P.s while making the chapter I was listening to some sad TikTok edit audios and I close to crying but I stop listening to them and got back working on this chapter!

Total of how long it took me to finish this chapter: jul 15 to jul 17 11:33 pm

Whoa that's a lot see you all next time bye

[tumb1rprincess]

So you guys remember how I had said I heard snippets of episode 101 and it made me excited to reach that episode? Yeah, I had heard snippets of this one and I was like "Oh, this one's going to be tough to get through." And it was. A lot of the Buried statements were terrifying, but this one was the worst. This is literally my worst nightmare: being trapped underground, no way out, no light, you can't breathe, you can't see, you can't move, you're just trapped in absolute darkness, alone. I blame the stories of what happened in Nutty Putty Cave and Sand Cave for making stuff like this so terrifying to me, 'cause claustrophobia has never been a problem for me, but caves make me nervous now.

"I know what I'm doing." No you don't Jon, you stupid idiot. Dear God, this man.

"I'm scared, when does the fear go away?" No, no, stop, you are not making me cry this early in the episode.

This whole opening bit sounds like a suicide note, I can't stand this.

Jon said he heard someone begging to save him. Was that some random victim of the Buried? Or was it Daisy's old partner that went in the coffin a long time ago?

"I can barely breathe." HOW DO YOU THINK I FEEL JON!?

"I'm stuck." I can't remember the last time two words made my stomach drop like this.

When Jon finally finds Daisy and they're calling to each other and I'm just like

God, Daisy just sounds so tired and defeated. It made me cry.

"Are you okay?" "No." "Sorry." and "Is this like your other plans?" made me laugh a little.

God, Jon and Daisy's voices when they think that they're stuck in the Buried forever, but at least they're not alone, my heart just broke.

Daisy when she was talking about how the Buried just has you in a constant state of fear because it does ease up on the crushing sometimes, but it just makes you terrified of when it will happen again, and you know it's not going to let you die, it's going to keep you trapped there forever, and she laments about never seeing the sky or Basira again, God, I started crying again.

They're out, they're out, they made it, and God, Daisy's little "Hi," and Basira's "Oh my God," my emotions are everywhere.

The voice acting and sound work on this one made me terrified and sad all at once, probably the most emotional an episode has made me so far. You feel like you're in the coffin, you feel like you're in that cramped space and it only gets smaller and smaller, you feel like you can't catch your breath. When Jon and Daisy are being crushed and can barely breathe and every sentence and every word takes so much effort for them to say, you feel that with them.

Daisy and Jon's relationship is such a unique one, and it's changed so much. She was so ready to kill him, more than once, and he was so terrified of her. Then they were uneasy allies. Now he's risking everything to save her and she wants so badly to be better and not the mindless hunter she used to be. And for a moment, they were ready to be stuck in the Buried forever, but at least they had each other. It just means a lot to me.

[whats-wild-to-you]

OMG hii ur back 😍 can i request? I thought about this when Jay was on tour but u were away too so I didnt want to bother u

can u write one for Jay’s POV when he finds a letter that u stuffed in between his clothes before he left for tour? like the letter is u wishing him well, asking him to rest and not work himself too hard, basically sappy fluff to make me cry

oh .. the feels 🥹🥹🥹

I guess you mean the Won Soju tour? Which, side note, is a BRILLIANT idea! When he mentioned it that he should maybe do a Won Soju tour instead of a ‘regular’ one … genius entrepreneurial mind at work 😍

Anywayyyyyyy…

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I dragged my suitcase inside the hotel room, kicking the door close with my foot. Suddenly being back home, in the U.S., felt bittersweet. On one hand I was dying to meet up with my friends again, on the other hand I kept thinking about who I left behind.

It's only been a couple months since we started dating, but she had already become a vital part in my life. Against my intuition, my strong will to separate business from private life, I found myself turning to her whenever I needed advice or a second opinion.

She would often stay over or I would sometimes crash at her place and we'd be like an old married couple, sharing chores and falling asleep next to each other in front of the tv.

Sighing, I immediately took out my phone to text her. Chuckling to myself, because she didn't demand it, but I felt the need to keep her updated nonetheless.

I'm in L.A. in my hotel room. Looks pretty nice. Kinda empty though.

I added a photo of the view and a selfie of me looking all mopey. After a minute I got a text back.

You'll do great. Fighting!

I was hoping for a more heartfelt response but remembered the time difference. She was probably at work right now and couldn't send lengthy texts.

My manager came in to check on me and told me we would be heading to the venue in a hour. I wanted nothing more than to take a nap but another text fron her made me jump in excitement.

I put a couple packets of your favorite ramen in your suitcase so you wouldn't get too homesick. It would be better if you took them out before you crush them.

Smirking at how well my wifey was taking care of me, I bent down, weeding through my clothes. Instead of ramen, I found a red envelope. Curious to see what it was, I took out a handwritten letter.

Hey babe, by now I think you've realized there's no ramen. Sorry for the fib. I just know how you never unpack, so I had to get you to go through your stuff to find this. I know I told you I didn't mind you traveling a lot, and I really don't, but I still miss the hell out of you! We've only been together for a short time but I can't imagine being away from you for too long. Why I didn't tell you all those things when we said our goodbyes you ask? Well, I didn't want to be clingy, or make you worry. I wanted you to enjoy your trip. I know it's mainly work, but I saw how excited you were to do this and I wanted you to have the best time ever! But please remember not too overwork yourself, cause I also know you tend to do that too. I'll be there with you in spirit, so whenever you feel anxious or nervous, imagine I'm right beside you, squeezing your hand reassuringly. Try not to miss me too much, and I promise you I'll do the same. When you come back I'll be waiting for you with your favorite food. Until then, with love. xxx

Wiping a stray tear away, I carefully folded the letter, put it back in its envelope and stuffed it inside my backpack together with my valuables. With trembling hands I called her.

"You know what I want to say, right? I don't want to say it over the phone."

'I know. You'll have countless of opportunities to do so very soon.'

"Okay. Now go back to work!"

I ended the call and let out a frustrated sigh. No matter how emotional I was right now, I was definitely not the right moment to drop the L-word.

[skygodtraumabond]

<A video file is attached! Let me provide a transcript!>

<The video opens in a hotel room. It seems to be the one that Team S.C.A.M are currently occupying—evident by Elodie's toolbox on the desk and Marny's ever-present whiteboard of scam ideas. Choice selections from the whiteboard include: "fuck it maybe I WILL go to Johto", "bath bombs????", "haunted house but in July because I'm quirky", "nevermind fuck Johto actually", and "Spanx".

In frame are Ray, Amy, Marny, Juno, and Elodie. Ray and Amy are both talking to Marny, Juno is laying on the bed scrolling through Chatwitter (and presumably starting fights on it), and Elodie is tinkering with something at the desk. Marny seems upset, her arms folded and her eyes wandering as she speaks.

Marny: ... Okay, I get why you're going back to Hoenn, Strawberry, Gotta make sure the science gets scienced, yadda yadda—but Ray? Since when do you ever stay still for this long? It was a bitch getting you to stick around long enough for us to finish up scam ideas back in the day. What, are you becoming a homely old coot at the ripe old age of 37?

Ray looks away, scratching at the Venomoth patch on their chest. They don't seem to know what to do with their other hand, and it hangs rigid and close to their body.

Ray: It's not that. I... Really do want to travel, actually. I've been kind of restless about staying in Hoenn for so long, and—

Marny: Then why don't you come with us again? I mean, we just met again, and it already feels like you're pushing me away again or something. I mean, you've basically been attached to your new boyfriend by the hip since before we even saw each other again—

Amy: Sorry, what did you just call me—

Marny: —and meanwhile I just keep getting left to deal with my shit alone! What gives, Ray?

Ray stays quiet for a moment, collecting their thoughts. It's hard to tell from their blank expression what they're thinking, but their body language—the constant fidgeting with their hands, the slight sideways turn to their head, the occasional shuffling of their feet—all speaks to a deep sense of nervousness. However, as they think, something seems to occur to them, and they freeze for a moment. Then, they take a breath and relax, their hands falling loose by their sides.

Ray: ... Marny, I never said I wouldn't ever come with you. Just... Not right now. You saw what happened back in Slateport. I need a minute to go back and stabilize myself, maybe get rid of this shadow stuff before I go out travelling again. It's a blessing from the skies that nothing happened here...

They step a little closer to Marny, seeming to transfer some of that nervous energy to her. The facade of the strong saleswoman cracks a little more, and that indignant pout and glare begin to melt away.

Ray: I just don't want to hurt you. I don't trust myself not to do that how I am now.

Marny: ... Who says you will? I mean, we have Juno and Elodie here too. I know I can't do the battling thing very well, but—

Ray: I didn't need to attack you in order to hurt you that night. I could see the fear in your eyes... I... I heard that the reverse and hyper mode episodes get more intense the closer you get to purification. I don't know if that applies to people. It's hard to find resources out there for people affected by this. But if it is... I just got you back. I don't want to scare you away again.

The two old friends stare at each other for a few seconds. Ray clearly needs a moment to breathe after spilling their guts like that, the negative emotions nearly overtaking them as their hands begin to shake. Marny finally allows herself to soften up, sighing as she grabs Ray's hand and gives it a gentle squeeze.

Marny: Hey, big guy, it's alright... Don't stress yourself. I didn't mean to make it seem like you wanted to be away forever, I just... I miss having you around, y'know? Even if you are a massive pain in my ass.

She chuckles and goes to ruffle Ray's hair. Ray, however, completely misreads the outstretched arm and leans completely into Marny, earning a startled gasp from her as their arm wraps around her back. Her face can be seen slowly going red as Ray rests their chin on her head.

Ray: I promise, as soon as I'm feeling better, I'll be right back by your side... You lost your chance to get rid of me back at Mt. Chimney. I'm your problem forever now.

Despite the monotone, they still chuckle quietly at their own joke, making Marny roll her eyes and finally put her frozen hand down on Ray's head.

Marny: Wow, look at you, the legend of comedy over here. Please, all I need to do to get rid of you is sneeze at a bird the wrong way.

Ray: You never apologized to Chatot.

Marny: Bird. Anyways... I'm holding you to that promise, big guy. Just don't forget about me, okay?

Ray hums quietly as Marny strokes their hair, a smile forming on their once-blank face as they shut their eyes.

Ray: Wouldn't dream of it.

The video then abruptly ends.

<This transcript was provided by me, Techie! I'm a Rotom, so I might make mistakes! Let me know if I did a good job! :> >

[bonesandthebees]

BEE IM SO EXCITED LETS GO OKAY GLASS FIRST WOOO THIS IS ALSO GREAT BECAUSE IM GETTING MY HAIR DONE RN AND NEEDED SOMETHING TO DO

ahhh thats the palace hes there in there in that yep

he might as well be dead i mean the pythia that he once knew is dead

flashback wooooo

your descriptions are alwasy SOOOOO

GOOD LIKE IDK THEY JUST AHHHHH

omg theyre at nikis right probably

“my pythia” why dont you go crawl up you own a— anyways. this is a pg zone (i just dont curse)

i want to slap him around a bit, just a tiny bit just like hang him from the ceiling and wack him like he’s a piñata at a five year olds birthday

THEY ARE AT NIKIS

TATTOO

HES DOING IT ISIRJSF ANDOQLFNWIF

tommy is so baby brother

NOTNIN THE PHYSICAL SENSE *spins around very quickly like a tornado*

WHO HE IS OH MY GOD BEE

why is schlatt

i think schlatt would look nice with a black eue it would bring out how much kf a d— anyqays

TAKE THAT SCHLATT

i need more people to draw this tattoo because every singly one is so ahhhhh like i have no clue how this is supposed to look bjt every design peiple make makes sense and i need more im so curious to see how people see

i love the way wilbur thinks i want to take his brain and poke around in it like its so intriguing

also like idk as a person feeling your pulse is always so… intimate? i do it a lot, like just feeling my pulse reminding myself that im human, we all have a pulse. idk its comforting in a way just feeling the way the blood pumps through your body regardless of the world, that youre alive no matter what as long as that blood keeps pumping. like even when everything feels out of place, youre still human.

sorry anyways

anywho thats why hes fiddling with the cuff then hes nervous aboht them seeing

UGH HES SO ANNOYING I WANT TO CHUCK HIM ONTO LIKE I-5 OR SOMETHING

im gonna send a prayer your way schlatt.

GO WILBUR GO

god hes so idk his brain man and the way you write and god i love this fic so much

WHY DOESNT IT FEEL LIKE MINE AHEOHEIFJWO SO WOROWKK OK DA P WAS HEQID

im cool and chill

the vessel.

yep.

cool.

thats cool.

HES WILBUR

i just like god this fic man

ah yes tommys tattoo

just saying on… july 28th i said it was from wilburs murder attempt!! im so smart sometimes

HE DOENST WANT TO BE EMPTY AGAIN WHAT RHE FUEFUVJ

anyways im so normal aboht this fic

oh me too wil lets fist bump over our shared fear of failure and disappointment

me when he realizes that they werent empty he jsut didnt know they were allowed to not be empty

THEYRW FMAKILTLY OU YK EGOD THEY MEHM

BROTHERISHD OH MY GODHD I LOVE RJEM

BOOM AH

GUNSHOTS AH

HIS UBER DRIVER IS HERE YAY!!!!

TOMMY!!!!!!

HIS HROTHERUWIDHS IM NEVER GOING TO HE OKAY WHEN THEY SAY THAT

i loveddddd the way you formatted it it was super neat and idk im just a sucker for interesting formats of swifching between past and present and like idk yeah it was cool

AND NOW OFF TO READ THE ROYALTY AU!!!

- 🪿

hi goose this is a few days old now but finally getting around to answering this!

aaa thank you I'm so glad you like my descriptions :D it was definitely a bit tough getting back into the glass writing groove with the style I use for the descriptions and stuff so I'm glad it turned out ok

"my pythia" made my skin crawl to write

YEAHHH TATTOO TIME. every single time I see fanart of the tattoo I freak out (/pos) so much because all the interpretations are SO cool. I love seeing what people come up with because I myself have no artistic ability, I can only describe what's in my head through words, so when people are able to actually put that into art form it just makes me so happy

yes exactly that's why I wanted it on his pulse!! I wanted it to sit right over the reminder that he's human! that he has blood pumping through his veins! everyone has that blood and that heartbeat and I wanted the tattoo to sit right above that both because of the connection to his heartbeat, but also because it's the place other people can feel your pulse. it's the connection point almost between your pulse and others, if that makes sense.

(random fun fact, I can't feel my own pulse on my wrist. doctors and nurses can't get a pulse from my wrist either. like there have been many times I've gone to the doctor and the nurse has tried to take my pulse and they frown and readjust their hand and then they try the other wrist and no matter what it doesn't work and I'm just sitting there. the only place you can get a pulse off of me besides straight up feeling my heartbeat is on my carotid artery on my throat)

aa thank you I had a lot of fun describing wilbur's thought processes in this chapter, especially with the alternating format

you were RIGHT about the vine tattoo you got it and it was so funny I had to just not say shit but i was like yup, several people have already figured it out :)

HIS UBER DRIVER IS HEREEEEE

aaa I'm so glad you enjoyed!! I had so much fun with the format of this chapter. I plotted it out a bit before my trip, and I specifically wanted to finish ch 25 before my trip because I knew ch 26 was going to be the one I'd most want to write after I got back. I needed a REALLY good exciting chapter to come back to and the alternating format was going to be the way I sucked myself back into the story after being out of that headspace for 3 weeks straight, and it worked. it was just so cinematic in my head y'know? I can perfectly picture the flipping between past and present with like different color grading and lighting and music and all that

[blnk338]

Blnk, do u have any advice for young/starting writers?

for specifically reader inserts, try to go as vague as you can, or include EVERYTHING. what i try to do is include things like knowing multiple languages in RWYS-- which actually ends up perfectly for Reaper because she likes to know as many languages as she can-- or have the option of knowing them (with the exception of a few for plot stuff!)

similarly to that, i also try to include things like varying hair lengths, non-descript skintones, and including things like durags/bonnets into the story so its not like "here's my blond-haired blue-eyed white girl whos skinny and sexy with a GIANT ass and GIANT boobs"-- while some things are based around the story-- like some muscles and stuff, i try not to give a specific body type to my inserts. but being fat, being skinny-- neither of those mean you aren't strong (PLEASE!!! go look at the top athletes of the world!! the weight-lifting category is filled with fat people!!)

i know it feels like rambling, but its crucial to remember that its not only people that look like you who wanna read this story, its all kinds of people. its good to be open, anyway, you know?

when it comes to writing in general, i recommend using the tools that are available and work with yourself. my basic writing process goes as such:

bullet point everything in whatever app you use-- i also have a bunch of reminders of ideas, so i go through my phone and put them into the bullets as well

write everything in word

go over and add details

edit a first time

input the words into AO3's editor and go over it a second time, this time, however, with the Grammarly add-on

i suppose one thing that i learned is that generally, you aren't going to get hate and you don't need to be afraid of it. saying this here and now, I've so far gotten 0 hate messages or anything (knock on wood LMAO) of the sorts. with that, criticism is important to take, but people who send messages or asks like that don't mean it in a poor light. if they wanted to be mean, they'd be mean. of course text doesn't show tone quite well (and if I've ever come off as rude, I'm terribly sorry for that)

i guess what i'm trying to say is that i was afraid too for a long time to be fully into my own story for a moment. i was afraid people would complain that rigo was trans, or i was afraid people wouldn't like that i made reaper bisexual, and i was frankly very afraid that people would send me terrible messages about my story, but i haven't gotten anything like that. this isn't twitter where people are sent threats for posting what they want, and you don't need to be nervous.

with all of that being said, writing should be fun for you. if at any point you lose interest in what you're writing, but you feel obligated to keep going because you posted it: don't be nervous, and don't force yourself. things happen and sometimes stories drop, and that's okay! life moves on! and hey, maybe it's not done forever. maybe you get burnt out and you gotta slow down or take a hiatus-- don't worry!! whether you come back to that or not, there will still be people out there who want to read what you post

plus it's fun to see how far you've grown as a writer. i can say that even from the start of RWYS, I've improved significantly! and while i edit the old chapters to make them more legible, i have the original copies of the chapters on my computer still!

have fun, love your work, and love yourself :)

[obsoleteozymandias]

Hello, it's your local DE fan! I'm sorry to hear that you'll be busy, don't stress yourself too much.

I was wondering if I could get a Disco Elysium match up, please (and thank you). I go by Charlie and I'm genderfluid, I guess I'm fem presenting. Other names I've gone by are Al Doe, Zim, and Allie. I'm 5"1 and a half and have really long hair. Sometimes it gives me gender dysphoria but I keep it for when I'm feeling more fem, for braiding and for headbanging. I'm currently dark dirty blonde but I'm going to dye it red (more natural I think) soon. I'm also a Taurus sun sign but I also believe astrology is way more than just your sun sign. I'm a bit witchy and like to go on pendulum walks and do tarot readings. I want to get more into wicca but I have lots other things to handle before that.

I listened to a lot of indie rock music but I love music in general. Destroy Boys, Nickelback, The Crane Wives, Mother mother, NSP, Jack Stauber, Lemon Demon, Teddy Hyde, and Will wood are some of the bands I'm currently listening to. I'm also a big fan of Musicals with one of my favorites being Heathers and Be More Chill.

I love four wheeling, baking, reading, singing, and gaming. I specifically like rpg games, my favorite right now is obviously Disco Elysium. I also like playing Pokemon, Yokai watch, RDR2, Stardew valley, the "of lothing series" and, "cook, serve, delicious" no matter how angry it gets me. I'm a stoner and I would like my partner to be okay with smoking with me, not everytime. But smokey cuddle time with some music on (calmer music) sounds amazing. ( I mean so do smokey kisses.) I don't do anything harder but I do drink occasionally and smoke nic socially. I like almost all kinds of humor if done properly. I often flirt with my friends and say a lot of dirty or odd jokes. I've definitely made a few bewildered eyes look our way. I love being supportive so if you do something then you will know because I will tell you and literally go soccer mom on your ass.

I'm bisexual but I have an easier time getting with men (love men with a feminine touch just *chefs kiss) Women make me a lot more nervous when it comes to romance and even more so sexually. I'm going to college for culinary and business school but I'm doing the normal classes first. Sometimes I have a hard time going to school but lately I've been getting better. I'm incredibly smart and test well and remember stuff, but I fall asleep in class even when I get sleep at home.

I like people who are older than me or at least a bit more mature. Basically fatherless behavior but what you gonna do when old men hit a spot in you. I'm incredibly affectionate and love cuddles but sometimes just being around someone while reading or doing your own thing feels nice. I'm polyamourus and my dream relationship is with two 2 partners with an occasional third because of my social battery. My preference for men tends to be of the chubbier side but in all honesty I can make anything work if the personality is good. I love women in general, just so pretty.

The fastest way to get to my heart is to make me laugh and feed me good food. I also want someone who I can go on ADHD tangents with. I would say I'm pretty artistic as well, some of my favorite topics are hidden meaning, femininity, clowns, creatures, fae, uncanny valley, apocalyptic and nature.

If you need anymore you know who I am so feel free to ask. I could write so much about myself rn. Why can't I get this way with a resume?

Hi anon! I recognize you :) I made this one special for you mi amigues. 

== Disco Elysium ==>

I match you up with…

Ruby 

I firmly believe that the two of you are prefect for one anther. Both sorta punk-y, and women lovers. But you also share some of the same struggles, and that’s important in a partner. 

First of all, the two of you would absolutely dye your hair together. She’s been through a plethora of colors, and so I imagine you’d help her pick out something that fits her, and she’d help you dye yours. You make little date nights out of it. 

She’s also keen on helping you with dysphoria when you have it. I headcanon Ruby as trans, and so I think the two of you may share similar experiences. She knows best how to help when you’re feeling out of it, and is a very sympathetic shoulder to lean on. 

Ruby would be interested in your belief in witchy things and astrology. She’s much more of a practical person, so those kinds of things normally don’t interest her, but I imagine coming from you she’d find them pretty intriguing. 

She’d also love to go on pendulum walks with you. 

Ruby is definitely into punk rock and the more indie music scene, so I can imagine the two of you rocking out together and listening to music while simply enjoying one another’s presence. Maybe you go to concerts together and have the time of your lives, or maybe you stay home and sing along in your own private concert.

I don’t imagine she’d be super keen on musical theater, but she’d find your enthusiasm for it endearing enough. Maybe she’d find some of the black comedies entertaining. 

Ruby hasn’t played many games in her time, but I think she’d adore horror games and anything that she can play with you. 

She’d absolutely be down for some RPG Maker horror games, and I imagine that’s an area where the two of you would have a lot of common ground. 

But also, imagine a stardew valley date night with the two of you playing and you teaching her the ropes. She’d spend a lot of her time in the mines getting you diamonds and all sorts of goodies. 

Ruby absolutely smokes, so the two of you could totally have high cuddles. Maybe watch some ghibli movies and talk about whatever comes to mind while perfectly stoned. 

Ruby is absolutely flustered by you if you go soccer mom on her. She’s not used to receiving a lot of praise or loyalty, so you cheering her on and being in her corner is insanely precious to her. 

Given her trust issues, I think she’d have a hard time coming around to believing that you’re being genuine, but when she got there, she’d already be so deeply in love with you. 

Ruby gets being nervous around pretty women. I imagine she’d get extremely nervous around you at first, being very secretive and not talking much. But I think the two of you would start a beautiful friendship that would grow into an equally beautiful relationship. 

Ruby admires your intelligence quite a lot. She needs someone who can keep up with her rants on the pale and technology, and she’s glad that she’s found that someone in you. 

Also, culinary school? She’s secretly delighted when you cook something amazing for her. She’s used to eating shitty microwave foods, so a fresh meal from someone she loves would be an absolute delight. 

Ruby is not the most affectionate person, being very awkward when confronted with affection in the first place, mostly because she’s been used in the past. But when you cuddle her she can feel herself decompress like a deflating balloon. You bring her a sense of peace that she has not known since she was a young girl playing pinball. 

Ruby has dirty sense of humor too, so the two of you are always cracking jokes and remarks to each other and breaking out into laughter. Ruby doesn’t try to draw attention to herself, but she can’t help how hard she laughs around you. 

Overall, I think the two of you are a match made in Elysium. You’ve got her back, she has yours, and she’s infinitely thankful to have you in her life ♥️

[thegoldenshi-shi]

Aw, man. I'm sorry for your loss. Cleaning old the home's of loved ones, for any reason, is difficult. More so if they loved stuff. I'm a bit of a pack rat myself (whoops) and I am only just now, after about 10 years, fully going through all my things and picking through what to and not to keep.

And I feel bad that you're nervous to vent about stuff, because like. I get it, but also, this is a space that you made, and you should feel at least safe enough to release negative emotions into a void here.

~Smooch

Thank you.

I've helped clean homes up before, but you're exactly right. It's more exhausting when it's a loved one. There's nothing wrong with keeping stuff, but finding fine (almost transparent) Japanese-made china stuffed under a cabinet alongside old plastic Jello molds is just tiring. (Kenda interesting, but tiring)

I firmly ascribe to the Marie Kondo method for my own room. I go crazy if there are too many random things in one place hehe.

And do NOT feel bad about my nervousness.

I am a naturally hesitant, retiring person. I can be talking to my most trusted friends and family and I will still hesitate and shuffle my feet before venting.

Please know that I feel very safe here on Tumblr and with all the friends I have made. I can't thank you all enough for your kindness.

[vaguely-human-man]

"I need to return this," the old woman says. Internally, I sigh. She's holding one of the seasonal items, and there aren't any returns allowed on those. Some people buy Christmas decorations, use them, and then try to bring them back after the holidays, so we just made a blanket policy not to accept seasonal returns.

"Ma'am, I'm sorry, we can't accept a return on this particular item," I tell her. She looks upset - legitimately upset, not the crocodile tears I'm so used to from entitled customers.

"But I can't have this in my house, I don't want cancer! I have my receipt," She says. I pause. What?

"Ma'am," I say "what's the reason you're wanting to return this?" In response, she flips the packaging over and points at the warning on the bottom. It's the standard, scary-looking warning that you find on almost any product containing plastic.

'This product contains materials known to the State of California to cause cancer and reproductive harm' it says, complete with a little warning symbol that I'm sure caught her eye.

I blink. My knee-jerk internal reaction is something along the lines of 'is this the first time you've ever actually read the packaging on a product, lady?' or 'oh brother I have to explain to an adult that pretty everything can cause Cancer' but the more emotionally intelligent part of my brain says 'Be sympathetic. She's scared. Thats a scary warning to read, and it's entirely possible she's just never noticed it on another product'

"Ma'am," I say gently. "Even if we were to return or exchange this item for something similar, I regret to inform you that almost every product will have a similar warning, I think it's mainly the plastic and batteries,"

She looks upset. She looks like she's about to cry, actually, and I'm doing my best to give the snickering kids behind her a proper death glare while still being kind to her.

"What?" She says, "why would they keep making things and selling them to us if they cause cancer?!"

She has a point. I can't argue with that.

"Ma'am," I say again, leaning into my southern accent a little harder than I need to, "The actual chance of you getting cancer from this particular product - where you wanting to put it?" I say. It's a little battery operated light that sticks to walls.

"My pantry," she says

"Alright- the chances of you actually getting cancer from having this light in your pantry are really, really, *really* low. But because there's even the smallest chance, they have to put that warning, so people don't sue them or something,'

She looks defeated and still exceptionally nervous. I don't know what to say or do to soothe her, and finally I call a manager. They go through a similar song and dance, and the old woman finally seems to accept that cancer is just a risk that comes with living, though she's still hesitant to even pick the thing back up when she leaves.

"She has a point, you know," I tell my manager after she's left. "It does kinda suck that companies can sell us dangerous stuff and absolve themselves of responsibility by putting a warning on it. I mean, what else are we supposed to buy?"

"Yeah, it does suck," my manager agrees. "But that's just how it is,"

'It doesn't have to be', I want to say. 'We've accepted this way of life as some unchangeable reality, and that's not true'

But I don't, because I'm at work, and I need this job so I can keep buying stuff that might give me cancer.

[pwblogarchive]

July 2004

July 5, 2004

“Its Such A Joke How Every Song I Ever Write Is”

we’re getting close. i think we might do one more video for TTTYG. the song is gonna be one thats gonna suprise you, because its our favorite one off the record. if it happens, the band is gonna write the video and act in it- cross your fingers and we’ll see what goes down.

has anybody noticed how cliche, selfserving and overdamatic this journal has become? me too.

peter wentz- president of the FOB drama club

love never wanted me but i took it anyway. and there aint a pill that can keep you from my mind- there aint a siren that can keep me from your window. didn’t you hear the word on the streets? i’m getting by on obsession, baby.

p.s. my hair is now black, im here for your heart.

July 7, 2004

“And I Dont Care If Im Just Like The Boys I Trash In All These Songs…”

heard a bunch of the new academy record- you are gonna be suprised. dont sleep. this thing is good and not just in a “my friends are in this band” kind of good, i’d like it even if i didn’t know those geeks. they are like my little brothers. sorry i cut out of the show fast tonight. im not feeling so great about some friends lately. i don’t get “it” but i get it.

if you have any crazy home footage (like the time you and your brother glued yourselves together or whatever) send it to us. we are gonna include a section for it on the release the bats dvd- send it and a release (a piece of paper saying you release the footage and your image to be used by clandestine industries) to: Release the bats DVD at 900 forest. wilmette, il 60091- we need it this month. expect it to drop this fall around the TBS tour.

peter

we joked about the kids who used to be just like us- sick inside of their own skin.

i dropped an “i love you” thankgod it got caught in the wind.

you shouldnt have come back here alone. i’m a shark, baby. and theres blood in the water.

July 8, 2004

“Clip My Wings, I Don’t Deserve The Sky”

I must confess how much I love touring here and seeing old friends. Please come say hi.

I also must confess my serious ashlee simpson crush.

Peterabbit

July 12, 2004

“I Would Forgive You But You Could Never Forgive Yourself”

sooo. this half of tour has been hot. hot and fun. there has been lots of drama in my life. i apologize for being out of it. so st. louis- i got hot. i got delirious. i made some weird decisions. i smashed a bass. said weird stuff. left the stage. threw up. asked bill from the academy to get me some FOB booty shorts and tell the crowd i quit fall out boy. then i yelled into a megaphone. got into skimpy shorts and ran around on stage playing.

Oh yeah all these ideas seemed really funny at the time, now not so funny.

i apologize for anyone who had to see my legs in shorts.

that was the hottest i have ever been in my entire life.

peter

texas is the reason.

July 14, 2004

“Which One Is It Gonna Be The Smile Or The Voice Cause You Can’t Have Both”

For some reason texas air feels right on my lungs. I can’t wait to hit the coast. The stars out here are playing jokes on me. These shows have felt pretty good too. Me and patrick wrote a new one today, it gonna make you dance.

July 15, 2004

its been awhile. i apologize. i can't say i haven't missed you. i need to write more. i think i start to lose it otherwise.

sometimes it all just feels so fucking on. if you don't get that, i'm sorry i cant explain it. 

seeing this country in the summer in a van leaves me breathless. get off the computer and go out and fall in love with someone or something.

you gotta know you have my heart.

- petey

July 15, 2004

“Its Like Chris Said”

New mexico was great for never having been there before. People were so welcoming. I got electrocuted. That was not so great. I’ve got to stop reading the internet, it bums me out a lot. Okay I’m through with (me) all the complaining. I feel like I am holding my breath all the time. A nervous stuttering wreck, and then you don’t like me anyway. I’ve got it figured out, none of it matters. Either: you love to hate me or you hate to love me. But for the record you are my favorites anyway.

Love peter Oh yeah. Hey j.m. Remember that boy I was always nervous about you hanging out with, the one I hated? When did I become him? I dunno, but I did. I’m sorry. For the record I hope you’re doing alright.

July 16, 2004

There’s a part of me that thinks that things might turn out alright. But there’s another part that hopes you didn’t leave your hotel key between pages of the bible iin the drawer.

- petey

July 16, 2004

“Nobody Puts Pete The Baby In The Corner”

Sometimes I just write when I am in a bad mood. And often what comes out is trite and depressing. I am sorry. As I sit here with my posture clearly indicating hours on a glowing screen filled with meaningless words, my middle finger calloused and crooked from writing for hours a day in a notebook that seems filled as soon as a new one it bought. With this keyboard I take AIM on nothing and don’t really care. My wrists feel like they’d slit themselves if I let them, they want out (so do I). Then I remind myself I am out with my bestfriends and having the time of my life. My hotel room was next to a palm tree,

I slept well and dream free.

That was me beng a baby. It happens. You have all always been so nice so don’t even sweat it. Just deal with me getting “emo” sometimes.

P

July 18, 2004

A lot of people have been asking for this. Here’s a bit from our new song- we don’t take hits, we write them….

Find myself on the street out in front of your house so you can kiss safe thoughts good bye. I’m coming up to break your heart. You’re sleeping with the light on like you’re dying to be found out.

I need to take a break from the internet for awhile. I think you’re getting to me love.

- petey

July 18, 2004

“This Place Is A Prison And These People Aren’t Your Friends”

I heard somebody once say “if you love something set it free”

But we’re doomed to crash with these clipped wings

July 25, 2004

“I Aint Dropping No Sympathy… On You Cause Youre Living Lives Way Too Complete For Me…”

its only always been about dropping tears and names. its just a song. so forget all the questions. the stories getting old - but we’ll always be the homewreckers with the hearts of gold.

dont believe in someone who never believed in anything.

July 25, 2004

“No Time For Love, Dr. Jones, We Got Trouble”

I’m gonna miss california. This trip to the west coast was what I needed.

Peter

July 27, 2004

“Status Report”

Lots going on. We’re gonna miss the west coast…. Also. Were gonna have some new merch for warped tour: a shirt that has 8 of our early shirts on it for the collectors, a fob drama club shirt, scene point pins and more. So come by and check it out. Secondly, we aren’t/didn’t play warped in your town because they didn’t ask us to not because we didn’t want to so don’t believe the hype.

Also, our friends in gym class heroes will be playing the bnd tour with us on august 1 in davenport, iowa and then I am setting up a show again for them in chicago on august 3, so come check them out. They are the next big thing, better than atmosphere.

Lastly, I guess some people have told the guys in new found glory we were shittalking them in our dvd. That is the farthest thing from the truth. I knew chad when he was in shai hulud and have always looked up to nfg. That is a band that did it right and I have more respect for than any other band in our genre. We goofed around on a video three years ago to try and trick some girl. That’s it. No drama. So if you are going to warped before we get on it, stop by nfg and tell them fall out boy loves them for us.

There’s no other band out there that did it like them.

Didn’t we tell you the fob drama club was in full effect.

Pete

July 30, 2004

after awhile when you bounce back and forth between different hearts nothing gets old. you never really have to mean anything to anyone. i have intimacy problems with the world. her eyes are blackened around the edges so much that she looks like a racoon. they look like permenant black eyes- the consumate victim. everybody loves the victim. he can’t put his finger on what it reminds him of but the closest he can come are old zombie movies. she’s made-up to look half dead- which still beats most of them who are just half-alive anyway. her hair looked like rows of shark teeth dyed over dye jobs like she was running away from her natural color. noone wants to be what they are. she looks independent in a very vulnerable way. the safest kind of dangerous. we drove around the city so she could alternate between cigarettes and coffee. we talk about the kids we hate just so we have something to agree about. they used to be just like us. we’re sitting on the edge of her bed. every single inch on your body is filled with millions of nerves. somewhere inside your brain neurons have fired to synapses and put them on alert. when your hands brush hers it feels electric. every movement has a meaning, either yes or no. its getting later and later. the conversation and the possibilities are running out. last call. this is a war. everytime she moves her hand to her hair she is sending you signals. stay or leave. why can’t you figure them out. don’t strike first. wait until you are tired enough to make a move. lean in to kiss her bringing an awkward break in conversation. as you pull back she keeps talking about writers and bands she thinks will make her look cooler. but your fooled if only because you are worried she has found you out. push your tongue into her mouth too keep the right words from spilling out. her sheets smell like stale cigarettes smoked by boys who were me on nights before. she has a body that is built for sex. the kind a kid like me wouldn’t know what to do with if we had half the chance. imagine the chemistry of swallowed DNA. she has a scar that runs down her back right along the spine, like somebody tried to steal it. i joked her like this: “someone must have ignored the blue prints, look at all the structural damage”. but i stuttered and trailed off. the smoke curled off of her lips. for a second i was dying to be it. dying to be as clever and kissable as her. there she was sitting in front of me, knee pulled up to to her chin. smoking a cigarrette thinking of something or someone else. and thats how she will be stuck in my mind forever. two explorers in the dark, mapless and hopeless. alone together. its funny how easy it is to sleep with someone, but how hard it is to sleep next to someone. it’s too intimate. it makes my heartbeat race and pound inside my head. it is deafening. i slide my arm from behind her head and slip out the door. the pavement on the sidewalk is watching me go over every moment in my head. it’s watching me remember you. mistake by mistake. frame by frame. we’re not just taking trips down memory lane, we are broken down on it.

- petey

July 30, 2004

“Gbet Down With A Sickness”

i am sick. colorado was insane. sorry the show sold out so quickly, we had no idea. somebody bring me some fireworks to the iowa shows so i can shoot them at people and feel better. this is a part of this other book i have been working on: www.fueledbyramen.com/journal its a bit different than the boy with the thorn in his side.

you have no idea.

peter