#IM GONNA DIE AV PLEASE

[angels-fics]

@herequeerandsomeotherthingsmaybe

Opposite of "came back wrong" is "stayed exactly the same." Oh you want so badly to pretend that you have changed. You changed your face, you changed your name, you started leaning into a whole new role, but I know you. I know you. I know who you used to be, and I can see that person shining through you still. You can fool the world you can fool your friends you can fool yourself but you will not fool me.

[kittyamore0]

So here's the deal.. Maybe reader is daughter of Sidney Prescott, by ivf,as after scream 3 she wanted to have someone to love, so she did and then 10 years later skip to scream 4,it was a little 9 year old reader who shot Jill because she was about to kill her mother, in the hospital, she sees a birth certificate and sees her mother's name on the mother column and on father's column she sees.. Billy Loomis, she confronts her mother about it, and Sidney tells her that she got to know about the identity of the other person too late (don't ask why he would do this, maybe as a prank or something..) then in scream 5 she came back to woodsboro when her uncle dewy died, and when she hears Sam is Billy's daughter, she tells her she is her half sister, then in scream 6, reader starts to like the nerd ethan laundry alot, and when she is drunk she tells him who she is, as no one besides Sam, Sidney and gale knew who her father was, which ethan says during the confrontation scene, he did like reader and tries to Ave her from Quinn, as Quinn wanted to kill reader because she was Sam's sister and she was also there when her brother died. At the end, reader drops the TV on ethan,... I know its too detailed but please?

A/N: Nothing too detailed for me!! A/N: This does sound like a series though tbh

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[𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐥]

╰┈➤ FANDOM/GENRE: Horror, dark romance, Ghostface, scream 5, 6, and 4

╰┈➤ RATING: SFW

╰┈➤WRITING STYLE: Series

╰┈➤ TAGS: @kittiescrownedsoul, @zspen, @auranightangle

╰┈➤ REMINDER: Do NOT transfer, translate, modify, copy or steal my ideas!

╰┈➤ CW: Murder, attempted murder, shooting, guns, stabbing, blood/bleeding, attacking, stalking, deaths,

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"So, Sidney, I heard you had a daughter?" Jill smiled at Sidney. "Uh, yea..." Sidney hesitated to answer.

"Could...could i see her?" Jill tilted her head. "I just want to see my cousin's daughter...since...yk, i might die to Ghostface," Sidney slowly nodded. "Yea, uhm, thats fine...shes just with her aunt Gale right now so..." Jill gritted her teeth and put on a fake smile. "Thats okay! Im...Im gonna head upstairs and go get ready to see Kirby." Sidney smiled at her.

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"Okay. Last one, alright? You are killing me..." Gale chuckled. "Okay, okay...is uncle Dewey a bad person?" Gale furrowed her eyebrows. "No! Where'd you hear that?" You simply shrugged. "Ma said that you cant always trust the love interest..." Gale sighed and shook her head. "Okay, sweetie, that is different. Dewey is a good sheriff and helps your mother through a lot of shit. Hes one of the good guys. Depends on the person."

You mouthed a 'ohhh...' before turning to your stuffed bunny. "Why does ma and uncle Dewey call me bunny?" Gales expression darkened. "I thought that was the last one?" You playfully smiled. "Just one more!" Her lips twitched into a playful grin.

"So, you had an aunt. Her name is Tatum, and...thats her bunny. She gave it to Dewey to give to you, as a gift...and they call you bunny because it reminds them of her..." Gale spoke softly. "Where is she now?" Gale grimaced. "On a...a...very long vacation!" You nodded again.

Gales phone buzzed in her pocket. She swiftly picked it up. "Hello? Oh, hey, Sidney. What's up? You want me to pick up her what? Oh, alright. Bye." You curiously watched Gale tuck her phone back into her back pocket.

"Pick up my what?" Gale put an index finger to her mouth. "Adult matters, but why did she have me pick it up now? Its dark out...whatever."

You kept your eyes on the window, watching the street lights flash and shine. You pondered what your aunt Tatum looked like, as you played with the white chubby bunny.

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"We're here," Gale unbuckled your seat belt and exited the car. She opened the car door for you and held out her hand. You gladly took it and hopped out of the car.

You stuck to Gale's leg, since there were quite a lot of people. Reporters, even. "Hi. Im Gale Riley. Im here to pick up [Name's] Prescott birth certificate." The front desk woman eyes Gale before typing on her computer.

She bends down and opens the drawer next to her, pulling out a firm piece of paper, wrapped in plastic. "Thank you," Gale grabbed your hand and began walking to the front doors, until her phone buzzed again. "Dewey, hun, hi. Shes right here with me, why? Sidneys in the hospital? What?! Ghostface..." she scoffed. "Of course...Im already in the hospital so im going to see her. No buts, bye!"

Gale sighed and crouched down. "[Name], babe, stay here with the front desk woman, okay?" You nodded as she took you to the front desk lady, explaining to her why Gale had to leave. The woman understood and let Gale exit as wanted, but the paper Gale had gotten had fallen out of her purse.

You rushed to pick it up and tried to follow Gale. "Wait, aunty Gale!" The paper had slid out of the plastic wrap. You took a look at it and saw three blood relatives. Sam Carpenter...? Billy Loomis..."Mommys boyfriend..." You gasped. There was another name, one you didnt recognize. You had to talk to your mother about this, and Gale was your ticket to her location.

You began sprinting, watching Gale with your every move. You saw the button she pressed on the elevator, so you went to a different one, jumping to press the button.

You ran out the elevator as fast as you can when you heard a 'ding,' seeing Gale turn into a certain room. You heard grunts and things being thrown around.

Gale was being held at gunpoint by a woman you hadn't recognized. "Can i say one last thing?" She scoffed. "What, please?" Gale smirked. "Clear," her eyebrows furrowed. "Clear?"

"Clear!" Sidney comes up behind Jill and electrocutes her in the head with two defibrillator pads using 360 joules of energy. She falls backwards while Sidney crouches down to Gale.

You silently watch, making notes of Jills movement. She was still alive. You saw a gun on the floor, on display. You quickly ran to the gun, startling Jill. "What?! "

You grabbed the gun and fired in Jills direction, shooting her in the throat, shoulder and chest.

"[Name?!]" Sidney scurried to your side, pulling you into a tight embrace. "What are you doing here?!" She softly scolded you. "Why didn't you tell me you weren't my real mother?"

She gaped at your words, so did Gale. "What...?" You softly frowned. "I have the paper..." Sidney whipped her head in Gales direction, as Gale frantically searched through her bag. "Shit..." Gale chuckled nervously.

"I was trying to find out who your father was...I now know, and so do you because of a certain someone..." Sidney gritted her teeth.

"I...I think I have a sister..." Sidney tilted her head. "You do?" You nodded. "I do! Can we find her?"

"Um, Im not so...sure," You sniffled and gave her puppy dog eyes. "Please, promise me we'll find her!" Sidney hesitated before sighing.

"Alright, we'll find her.."

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[jamesvanriemsdyk]

Best GMs and coaches in the league ACC to you?

we can start with gms because coaching is a bit more complicated. best gms in the league is easy to look at because like, who has a good team? who has had a consistently good team? whose locker room is the most cohesive, whose coaching staff is the best? who is the best at acquiring and keeping the best players, coaches, staff, etc? and you can see that in the way teams play. 

(putting this under the cut because it got long. and i mean Long.)

so, in no particular order: kyle dubas (leafs), steve yzerman (red wings, i will explain this later), don waddell (canes), julien brisebois (lightning), joe sakic (avs), and kelly mccrimmon/george mcphee (golden knights) (god i still hate that name and also will explain this later too) are the best in the league in my opinion. honorable mention to marc bergevin, who has held onto his job much longer than he arguably should have, but still has a decent team on the ice and a decent coaching staff, although the french rule does severely handicap them (i understand why it exists but it does, it just does). 

david poile (preds) is the longest tenured gm in the league (has been the preds gm since fucking 1997, thats insane, thats legit before i was born, what the fuck), and i do genuinely think he is very good at his job, and that he is very hockey smart, but oh boy have his recent decisions been suspect as hell, and that reflects in the state of his team. doug wilson (sharks), who is the second longest tenured gm in the nhl, is in the exact same boat (the karlsson deal is a nightmare, and also did he just forget that his star core was gonna get old and retire or ??).

with dubas, waddell, brisebois, sakic, and mccrimmon/mcphee all have the same basic strengths: they draft well, they have a fundamental understanding of their team structure and how to manage public perception of the team and everything that implies, and they have two fingers on the pulse of their locker room at all times. im not going to pretend to know as much about sakic and mccrimmon/mcphee as i do the eastern gms, but it doesnt take much to figure it out. look at the avs, and their locker room, the success theyve found after being dead fucking last in the league. look at the knights and their incredible success that theyve found after literally not existing before 2017. ive talked about dubas a lot on my blog, but its incredibly easy to see that waddell and brisebois do the same shit he does, and i can do a deep dive on them if asked. bergevin has moments of brilliance, like the suzuki trade and acquiring caufield and anderson, but things like kotkaniemi’s development and their entire blue line give me a massive pause, which is why he’s not in the main list. he’s a good gm. he’s just not the best.

in regards to steve yzerman: you have to understand that this is the man that built the tampa bay lightning as we know them. this man was gm of the bolts until fucking 2018. tampa bay has been a monster in the eastern conference for years, BECAUSE of the work steve yzerman put in. his team set the franchise record for wins, and he was the first and is the only lightning gm to have won gm of the year. look up the 17-18 roster. it is, essentially, the roster that won them the cup last year. make no mistake, i think brisebois is great, and hes on the list for a reason, but the biggest part of brisebois’ success was steve yzerman’s incredible hockey mind. brisebois essentially had to sell off a fourth of his roster, and the lightning are still a top team in their division and in the league, and thats why he’s there (it is so incredibly easy to fuck shit up post cup win), but the brisebois lightning would not exist without steve yzerman, plain and simple.

what steve yzerman is doing in detroit should be watched very, very closely by every single person in the hockey world. youre fucking nuts if youre not paying attention to them, not gonna lie. the mantha trade was excellent, if really sad if you know even a bit about the wings, but the amount of draft picks steve yzerman has amassed and the way he’s using the prospects and players he already has is really fucking admirable. mike babcock left the red wings organization absolutely in tatters, and i think, honestly, it was always steve yzerman’s plan to go home to detroit and rebuild. if there is anyone who is going to strike absolute gold this draft year, it is steve yzerman. watch the red wings, i am telling you, keep a beat on detroit. they are going to be good. its not an if, its a when.

(real quick on the knights situation: mcphee was the first gm of the knights, and was also president of hockey ops at the same time, and then in 2019 mcphee said he was just gonna focus on his job as president, but we all know hes still an integral part of the way the knights are run, and he and mccrimmon have kinda been building the knight together since the beginning anyway bc mccrimmon was originally mcphee’s agm. so. thats why theyre together)

as for coaches, it’s very simple. rod brind’amour (canes), sheldon keefe (leafs, yes im biased, we’ll get into it), jared bednar (avs), joel quenneville (panthers), jon cooper (lightning), barry trotz (isles), and mike sullivan (pens).

(disclaimer: obviously coaching is done as a team, and assistants and specialist coaches and staff are all very important, but the head coaches set the tone and organize the entire machine, if you will, so im going to be talking about head coaches as if theyre the entire coaching staff. its just easier this way im sorry)

im gonna just start with the easy ones: barry trotz, mike sullivan, and jon cooper have been in the league for years. cooper is the longest tenured coach in the nhl for a reason (again, just look at the tampa bay lightning. its the gm’s job to make the coach’s life easier and the coach’s job to make the gm’s life easier, and this is one of the prime examples of it in the league. its dope as hell tbh), trotz is one of the most respected coaches in the hockey world for a reason (the caps lost something when he walked. they just did. and now the isles are absolute hell to play against and that is largely the coaching of barry trotz, you legit cannot tell me im wrong), and while mike sullivan does have his faults, i think hes found a way to please both management and the crosby-and-malkin unit, which has been really really fucking hard to do. he also led the pens to back to back cups, which you can never really uh. ignore. lmao. so theres those three.

i know less about bednar, but again, another example of the coach and gm working together to make each others’ lives easier. sakic gets bednar the players and staff he needs to make the avs better, and bednar takes those players and staff and makes them into the absolute giant they are. it wouldve been really, really easy to fuck up makar’s development, or bowen byram’s, or sam girard’s, or ryan graves’s, or jost or mackinnon or rantanen’s, but he hasn’t, and he hasn’t just given up on players like burakovsky or kadri, he’s given them new life as players and made them more successful.

joel quenneville is the reason the bl/ckh/wks were a legacy team point blank period. sure they had the talent, sure the gm drafted well, but you do not get the legacy of the chicago bl/ckh/wks without joel quenneville. they fired him on a whim and it absolutely was a mistake, and the moment the cats hired him i literally out loud said ‘oh no’ because i knew exactly what that meant for the leafs and their position in the standings. the panthers are underrated generally, yes, but they would not be the powerhouse they are this season without quenneville. just look at q’s wiki stats. he’s absolutely unbeilevable. he won the jack adams in fucking 2000, before he’d even won any of the cups with the h/wks. i cant tell you what kind of a locker room coach this guy is, but i can tell you his teams win and win convincingly, and that firing him was the biggest mistake the h/wks have made in years.

whenever i talk about coaching, i talk about rod brindamour and sheldon keefe in the same breath every single time because there is no match, and i mean none, for the love inside those locker rooms. the avs, maybe, but my point stands. keefe and brindamour fucking BLEED team spirit, it is at the center of their coaching styles and their teams are good because of it specifically. marner and matthews are good, yes, and they always have been, but they have surpassed all expectation and then some with keefe. aho, teravainen, and svechnikov are good, yes, and they always have been, but they have surpassed all expectation with brindamour. brindamour and keefe have both hashtag played the game, so they Get It, and more than that, theyve grown and changed their understanding of the game as the game itself has changed, and so they can command the authority of their teams while also connecting to them on a really deep level. i should make a note here that keefe and brindamour are incredibly, deeply hockey smart, and that they are also just technically good coaches, skimming their wiki or nhl dot com articles will tell you that, but what makes them stand out to me is that their players would fucking die for them. the leafs would go through the end boards for keefe, the canes would do the same for brindamour. travis dermott said it best when keefe got promoted: boys wanna play for him. beyond that, the management skills both brindamour and keefe have are just frankly amazing (the amount of ego keefe specifically has to manage in the leafs locker room is astounding and he does it so incredibly brilliantly). the leafs and the canes are talented, yes, and would have been talented regardless of who was coaching them. but brindamour and keefe bring both of those teams from talented to exceptional, and the true mark of an amazing coach is not only how many games their team wins, but how they win them, and the leafs and canes have been winning games this year for and because of each other, and that starts with their coaches. what makes a great coach, to me, is not the talent on the team (though that certainly helps), but how the coach manages his players no matter who they are, and how he helps those players grow not just as players as people, because no matter how much pure stats people and twitter hockey dudebros wanna deny it, that shit does affect on ice play, and it does make good players better.

so theres my analysis of the best coaches and gms of the nhl, im so sorry this is so long, oh my god. also, shoutout to @bishops--knifetrick for sending me an ask about this literally a month ago that i just never answered, sorry for that, but here i hope this is good. :)

[unsupervisedpanda]

Stiles!

Stiles x reader

Veeeeery out of character stiles if you ask me but it's all for the purpose of angst and fun. Enjoooy!

You stared at your boyfriend in shock. Did he really just say that?

You and Stiles had been talking on the way to Scott's house and it got on the topic of how he gets these stupid injuries when he's out with Scott. Things like spraining his shoulder or banging his head and getting a few gashes here and there. Stupid things really, but he finally got so annoyed that he stopped the car and yelled at you to get out.

You weren't prepared and he normally was never like this. Not towards anyone, especially you.

You slowly grabbed your bag and opened the car door getting out, your phone still in hand.

"Stiles please. Im just worried!" You begged as he leaned over and slammed the door shut.

"Nice to meet you just worried, I'm just annoyed!" He spat as he glared at you with a smirk before driving off leaving you alone on the side walk.

You huffed slightly as tears pricked your eyes. You were not really an overly sensitive person, but you hated making people mad at you, let alone annoyed.

Quickly wiping the tears away with your sleeve you decided to call Derek. Stiles wouldn't look for you there. You were surprisingly close with him so it really shouldn't be an issue.

Bzzz! Bzzz! Bzz- "Derek speaking." You smiled at his formal tone.

"Hey Der Bear! Do you think you could pick me up at," you looked for a street sign scanning down the road. "Willow Ave.?" You questioned as you heard him groan at the other end.

"One of course I can (n/n) just give me 10 minutes and two what have I told you about calling me 'Der Bear'? It makes me sound soft."  You giggled but responded.

"I know Der Bear but it's just so fun. And thank yooou!" Beep!

You hung up on him and stood at the corner of Willow Ave. waiting patiently.

When Derek pulled up you quickly hopped into the passenger seat. Buckling yourself quickly you thanked him.

"Again thank you so much Derek. I really appreciate it. Think I could come over and hang out at your place, too?" You looked up at him hopeful.

He stared at you for a few seconds like you were stupid before responding.

"No. I was just going to drop you off somewhere totally random and go home to watch (favorite movie) and eat (favorite snack) without you." He deadpanned. You glared as you slapped his arm.

"You wouldn't!" You exclaimed as he smirked.

"No. I wouldn't. Not to you anyway little red." He ruffled your hair before driving towards his place.

Derek was like an older brother to you in more ways then one. He always knew just what to do.

On your way to his place you explained what happened and he was more then just slightly pissed.

When you finally pulled into his driveway however Stiles' Jeep awaited you.

You looked over at Derek slightly confused. Was there something going on you didn't know about?

Derek swore and told you to wait in the car. You did as told, even though you were very, very lost.

You waited for about 10 minutes before Derek stormed out of the house.

"Hey, Y/n I hate to do this but we're gonna have to drag you into this shit storm. The supernatural is real and Scott and I are werewolves. As well as a few of your other friends. Stiles didn't want you to know so I'm spilling it to you so you can come inside." Derek rushed out slightly growling.

You looked at him in shock before bursting out in laughter. You already knew all this. You just wanted your boyfriend to tell you. Derek looked at you slightly confused.

"Oh my god! I'm sorry Der Bear it's just I already knew this. I knew the supernatural was real, dumbass. I've met up with a few before actually. Accidentally of course, but I knew. Plus you, Scott, Stiles, and the others always disappear on full moons, always have these crazy stories for these crazy injuries that make no sense, and you always disappear together. I figured it out awhile ago I just wanted Stiles to tell me." You giggled.

Derek playfully glared at you before launching across the seat to tickle you.

You quickly grabbed your bag and hopped out of the car running for the house.

"Derek no! Im sorry! I give I give!" You yelled as you ran through the door, tumbling over the couch and laughing your ass off.

Stiles, Scott, Allison, and Lydia all looked down at you. Lydia and Allison were giggling, Scott looked like a lost puppy, and Stiles just glared.

"Uhm..." You looked up at him suddenly feeling small, annoying, and caught.

"What the hell are you doing here, Y/n?" He growled as you quickly got up and composed yourself.

"Well, uhm, after you ditched me on the side of the street I called Der Be- Derek," you corrected yourself, "he invited me over. I didn't know you guys were gonna be here though. You said you were going to Scott's?" You mumbled.

Derek stood in the doorway, slightly amused and also very unamused. Stiles was still glaring and he could feel the tension in the room.

"Look Y/n," Stiles spat your name out like it was venom.

"Derek is very obviously busy, and doesn't have time for your childish games. And neither do we. So why don't you walk your pretty little ass home?" Your eyes watered slightly.

Why was Stiles being such a dick? What did you do? Did you do something?

"While I'm at it, it's over. I'm done. We're done." Stiles finished.

Your eyes widened as you looked up at him.

"You don't mean that?" You whimpered.

"Actually, I do. I've been meaning to for months, but this was the last straw." You looked at him, heartbroken.

"Oh. I guess I just... I'll go." You whispered pushing past Derek, tears running down your cheeks.

***

Everyone stood in the living room stunned.

"What the hell Stiles!" Lydia finally shrieked.

He looked over at her like she was stupid.

"What do you mean? I mean I've been waiting for months to break it off. Plus she was annoying." He grumbled.

"Anyway she was just a stupid dare. Some stupid party and a stupid dare." Stiles grumbled.

"A dare?" Derek growled.

"That's all she was to you? A dare?" He couldn't be serious.

"Yes Derek. A dare. Plus why do you guys care so much? She was a no body before she met me. You had no idea who she was til what? 6 months ago?" Stiles spat.

"Actually that's not true..." Scott spoke up.

"Before. When I was having an asthma attack one time she got my inhaler and got me a pass for my missed classes while she got like 3 detentions."

"Yea, and she also let me borrow her sneakers for chem one day." Lydia smiled.

Allison added on as well.

"On my first day of school she led me to every single one of my classes even if she knew she'd be late."

Each of them had a story about the girl and none of them found her annoying.

"You guys have to be kidding? You actually like her?" Stiles groaned.

"More then you." Derek finally snapped.

Stiles had just belittled every little thing about you. The most lovable girl on the planet.

"What did she ever do to you? Hmm? Nothing. She did nothing but care for you and others! What the hell is wrong with you Stiles!?" Derek roared.

Stiles jumped a little before glaring.

"Nothing Derek, but if you care so much why don't you go and take her yourself?" Derek smirked.

"I would but she's my sister you dumb fuck." Derek growled out.

Maybe it was a tiny lie, but it close enough to the truth. Stiles was terrified now, however. He looked up at Derek quickly, realizing his mistake.

"You mean..." He couldn't finish his sentence.

"Yes Stiles. I mean that you just trashed my little red, broke her heart, and she's probably sitting in my car crying right now because you are a stuck up, selfish asshole." Derek spat.

Lydia and Allison both shook their heads before walking out of the house. This wasn't for them anymore and if Derek was right, you needed them more then anything right now.

Scott stayed however, just in case he needed to separate his best friend and the alpha. Stiles knew he'd fucked up, but really? Who could like you?

You and your gorgeous (e/c) eyes, and (h/l) (h/c) hair that framed your face perfectly, and your perfect smiles? Who could like that?

Everyone.

Everyone liked that and yet he still let you go. He tried convincing himself it was because he didn't want you to get hurt, but it seemed that backfired terribly.

(I'm sorry but I couldn't let our soft boy be such a prick any longer 😤😤)

"Derek, please. I didn't know. And plus we both know I was lying when I said I didn't like her, and that she was annoying. Right?" Derek simply glared.

"I'll give you one chance, Stilinski. One. Only because I know she loves you." Before another word could be spoken however Lydia and Allison came in Lydia shrieking about blood and you being gone.

Derek was immediately outside, Stiles and Scott following. There was blood on the side of Derek's car as well as some scratch marks on the black paint.

(I'm basing it off of that sleek Camaro he had when he drove off with Erica 😅) 

Your bag lie in the front seat like you had just set it down. Before getting attacked.

"We have to find her. Now." Derek growled quickly picking up your scent mixed in with the disgusting scent of a rogue.

( Uhm I don't know if teen wolf had rogues but it's for the purpose of the story. Sorry for interrupting again 👌) 

He quickly chased after the scent into the woods along with the strong scent of blood. Your blood.

Finally the scent was strong and clear and close. He slid down a slope and by a near stream there you lay. Your head was bleeding and you were soaked. As if someone had thrown you in.

Derek's relief of finding you however turned into panic. He couldn't hear you breathing, or your heart for that matter.

Hoping, praying he wasn't to late he ran over to you quickly working on CPR.

Your shirt was torn and bloody as well as your jeans. Your neck was covered in blood, too. The rogue had to be close but Derek had to save you first.

"C'mon Y/n! You have to get up! Don't you dare die! Not now. Not ever. Wake up!" Finally you spit out all the water in your lungs and your heart was beating fast.

Your breathing was rapid and labored but you were alive. Looking up at Derek you smiled.

"Hey Der Bear." You mumbled softly as he picked you up.

You hissed slightly as your head pounded. All you remembered was rushing out of the house and to Derek's car before someone or something smashed your head into the side of the it. Several times.

Then you woke up to cold water all around you as it swallowed you and filled your lungs as you screamed.

Then it was dark. You were floating for what seemed like forever. Little blots of light here and there. Whispers of the dead.

It terrified you until your heard something. Someone. They were pleading with you to come back, and so you did.

You followed their voice back to the light. You hoped you'd chosen the right one.

Stepping through you began to cough and sputter. You finally opened your eyes and saw Derek.

You smiled up at him before the pain kicked in. And now you're all caught up.

Derek carried you back carefully and quietly. Your heart still hurt but you were alive. Derek's heart lulled you to sleep however before you even got back to his place.

Stiles and everyone else was panicking when they saw the blood and the state you were in. Especially the fact that you were unconscious.

Before Derek could get a word out Stiles was all over you in seconds kissing your hands and forehead. Derek brushed past him briskly taking you inside and setting you on the couch. He went to fetch (see what I did there? Fetch? Like a dog? Lol I'm sorry 😂) some ice, painkillers, and some water.

He knew your head was killing you. He could feel it. Stiles was by your side when he re-entered the room. Lydia and Allison watching carefully, and Scott looking at you terrified.

"Hey, Scott can you run upstairs and get a small towel and a bowl of warm water?" Derek asked as he set the painkillers and water on the table.

"Uhm, yea sure. Of course." Scott quickly took the stairs two at a time to get the items.

Stiles stared at you sadly, when Derek put the ice on your forehead. You hummed at the cold feeling, but you had to admit it felt nice.

When Scott came back down he set the water and towel on the table. Derek quickly started wiping the blood off and cleaning you up.

"Stiles, go into my room and get a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. Their should also be a drawer labeled 'Y/n' in there. Get her a new pair of underwear and a bra would you?" Stiles blushed at the last part but agreed.

Derek quickly finished cleaning the blood off before asking Lydia and Allison to dress you, while him and the boys left the room. They did so quickly and without much complaint.

When everyone was sure you were comfortable they waited for you to wake up.

They all fell asleep at some point however. When they all woke up you were in the kitchen making breakfast.

You seemed to be fine, but there was one little thing you noticed. Your head was filled with voices. Not the kind that Lydia heard though. Voices of the dead.

Not only that but you kept seeing people who were obviously dead walking around. You could see and hear the other side. You chalked it up to your near death experience, but decided to mention it later.

"Hey little red. How you feeling?" Derek asked walking up to you.

"I'm fine thanks to you Der Bear." You smiled handing him a plate of eggs and pancakes.

Finishing up everyone's plates you quickly fed everyone and got them orange juice or water.

"Y/n how are you feeling, hun?" Lydia asked taking a sip of her orange juice.

"Fine, really. There is one slight issue though." You smiled.

"I'm seeing dead people. And not just seeing them. Hearing them, too. I'm like a medium now." You smiled softly unsure of what else to say or call it.

"Wait. Are you serious? You're like supernatural now?" Stiles asked.

"I mean kinda? I don't know to be honest. It's not like I can predict deaths like Lydia or turn into a werewolf like Scott or Derek." You answered unsure what you should be labeled.

"Wow wait back up? You knew about Lydia, and Scott, and Derek?" Stiles exclaimed.

"Yeah. I've known." You smiled.

God he loved you. He loved that smile.

"Y/n would you go out with me? Will you let me try again? This time for real real." Stiles asked smiling.

You nodded and everyone smiled. This was going to be something new. A fresh start. You and Stiles knew there'd be ups and downs now that you were really in on the supernatural, but you had each other so that's what counts.

Okay maybe that totally sucked and was totally cheesy but I'm feeling lonely and my boyfriend broke up with me soooo Walla. Hope you enjoyed my unsupervised critters 🐾🐾

[twstoric]

uwaaahhh i’ve been seeing a lot of twst writers getting anon hate nowadays so im gonna put a protection spell here since this is my fav twst blog and this anonie wants no hate here!! >,< (altho im pretty useless but still—)

🧚‍♀️✨ May this blog only have positivity and away from all cruel people! ✨🧚‍♀️

the spell was too strong

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but!! please!! thank you so much (；▽；) i’ve only seen a small portion of it now and i hope it’ll die down for good—remind yourselves to just delete every ounce of negativity okay my babes!! it’ll make you blot if you think of it and that’s no fun 😔 (shh you’re holding more power in your hands rn and also my hea-)

[jocelyn-wellson]

2 YEARS AGO, MAY

"Angel," whispered Jocelyn. She comforted her dying friend, placing a pillow beneath her head. "Angel, 'ho 'urt ya?" She glanced over toward Bet, whose hand was pressing a blood soaked rag to the woman's stomach; she was shaking her head. 

"Angel," repeated Jocelyn. She took her friend's hand. Her grip was tight; she could feel Angel's own fading fast. "Tell me... 'ho di' thi' to ya?"

"I wan'..." cried out the dying woman. "I wan' me mum..."

"We'll make sure she knows, hon. I promise," said Bet. She wiped her dark brow with the back of her blood stained hand, the sight of which did nothing to comfort the victim.

"He, oh gods..." Angel gasped. "He said she's next, mum. P-please..." She started to shake violently. Blood loss. Bet kept one hand on the woman's belly as Joci turned her to the side. 

"'ho is 'e," whispered Joci. 

"Yv-Yvgeniy," said Angel, blood pooling from her mouth into her bright blond hair. "Don't let him...
"We'll ge' 'im," swore Joci. She felt the grip of her friend's hand slip away.

Bet placed her fingers on Angel's neck. She closed her eyes, muttered a prayer, and let go of the compress on the woman's stomach. "Fuck, Joss, we can't touch him. He's in with fuckin' Dmitri. You know this."

Jocelyn sniffled. She laid her friend's head to rest. "Donnae 'ave a choice, an' ya know et. Tha' mothahfuckah's bin tearin' through us fer too long no'. Angel's th' thir'."

"You get caught, it's the fucking rope, Joss."

"Do I look like I fuckin' care, yea?" she shouted.

Bet looked away. She ran her thin bloody fingers through her black hair. 

"If'fn ya wan' ou', now's th' time."

Bet shook her head. She squat down and gently picked Angel's warm body off the ground. "Wouldn't be right, Joss."

"Ge' 'er clean. I got'a talk ta someone."

"No way he's gonna let you -"

Jocelyn stared at her enforcer. "Ya le' me worry 'bou' 'im. Clean up th' bo'y."

Bet nodded. She carried their friend, all 5'0" of her, to the back room usually reserved for dinner affairs. Jocelyn walked upstairs to her room. She grabbed her brass knuckles and her rusty steak knife.

NOW

"Miss Myz," called Jocelyn from the forward sail. "Wot's our roll?"

"Our what!?"

"Roll!" shouted Jocelyn in return. "Rea' th' lit'le globe nex' th' logbook's foo'lockah!"

Myzariel peered down at the globe. It was moving three different ways at the same time. "Uhhh..."

"Movin' side ta side!"

"Right," muttered the sea sick ren'dorei. She watched for a minute. "Looks to be moving between -15 and +15 degrees, give or take!"

Joci did some quick math in her head. "Win' direc'ion?"

Myz checked one of the small vanes atop the aft mast. "West-North-West."

"Compass?"

She looked down. "East-North-West!"

Joci ran through the math in her head. "Tillah a' eigh' degrees, yeah? Keep et there til we 'it Wes-Nor-Wes, go' et?"

"Aye!"

Jocelyn figured if they slowed the speed with which they were turning the ship, the chances were better the boat would not capsize. But she couldn't be sure.

2 YEARS AGO, MAY

"Why you come to Dmitri, Jo Knuckles?" The Alterac crimeboss asked, wiping his mouth. She swore he was always eating something - borscht, sausage, pierogi, hog shank, cabbage. Anything. He was a disposal.

"Ya know I ain' been called tha’ fer eigh' years," she said. 

"So you come back to fight for Dmitri?"

"Nah."

The crimeboss narrowed his eyes. "One of Dmitri's boys not pay?"

Jocelyn sneered. "Nah."

"Yvgeniy," he said, voice dripping poison.

She took out Angel's bloody lace slip and tossed it on his desk, narrowly avoiding his plate. 

He raised an eyebrow. "Why you bother Dmitri with this?"

"Look a' th' fuckin' slip, Dmitri!" she shouted.

Dmitri started. He had not heard her yell like that since she had worked for him a decade prior. And certainly not with as much force. "Ok, ok. Dmitri look." He pulled the slip from the table. It was still wet. Several puncture wounds were in the center. "...you say Yvgeniy did this?"

"Angel said it."

"She can tell me."

"She's dead."

Dmitri went silent. After a moment, he called Boris, one of his body guards, into the room. "Bring me the boy," he said, face dark.

The body guard nodded. This won't end well, Boris thought, leaving without a word.

"Dmitri wants to know. You have weapon?"

Jocelyn took the rusty steak knife from her bag. She set it on the table. She slipped a hand into her pocket and when she withdrew it, her brass knuckles were affixed.

"You know it was Yvgeniy?"

"Las' wor's she say, Dmitri. Tha' an' 'e was goin' aftah 'er mum."

The crimeboss stood. "Ok, Jo. Help this old man roll up carpet. It's not worth boy's life."

NOW

"Direc'ion!" called out Jocelyn. She had finished reefing the foresail and was ensuring the bowline round her waist was tight.

"West-North-West!" shouted Myzariel.

"Lock th' tillah! Boat's in irons!" she shouted, a force of habit.

Myzariel mechanically locked the tiller in place. Jocelyn stood next to her, a short piece of heavy hemp in her hands. She tried to move the tiller, confirming it was, indeed, locked. She looped one piece of the hemp around a beam close to the hardware and tied a knot Myz had never seen before. Joci pulled up, looped the around rope and tiller again, pulled up a second, and repeated the process three times more. 

"Tillah's snubbed," she said. "Wot's th' roll?" Her back was to the moving globe.

"Looks like..." Myz studied it for a moment. "...between -10 and +12 degrees. Holy gods, you did it..."

Jocelyn turned about. She studied the instruments. "We ain' outta th' sea, frien'. We ain' rollin' as much, tha's goo', bu' now we go' a two degree lis' an' I donnae why. Takin on wa'er somwhere mebbe. Mebbe somethin' shif'ed 'lowdeck. Keep an eye on et, yea?"

Myz nodded. She didn't like how worried Joci sounded. At all. "Are we going to...?"

Joci smiled briefly. "I'll die befir I le' ya ge' 'urt, ya go' et?" She gestured toward the bowline about Myz's waist as she started toward another sail. "Make th' knot tigh', yea?" She shouted over her shoulder. "An' tell me if'fn a damn thin' changes!"

2 YEARS AGO, MAY

"Yvgeniy," said Dmitri. He flicked his chin toward Boris, who pushed the boy into the room. "Leave us."

"What you need, boss?" Yvgeniy asked. He immediately noted the absence of the carpet. That couldn't be good. The small, blonde man ran his hand down his torso. "How can I help Dmitri today?"

Dmitri frowned, giant lips more akin to a frog's expression than anything else. "Dmitri has no more use for you."

The young man laughed. "So why you bring Yvgeniy to see you?"

"Jo has use for you," he said, turning his back on the boy.

Jocelyn pounced upon the man, gagging him with Angel's bloody slip. Yvgeniy had to have known how fucked he was in that moment, tasting the blood of the woman he had stabbed to death not an hour prior. He tried to struggle, but he felt a knee in his back. He fell to the floor.

Dmitri just listened.

"Yer a real sick fuck, yea. Killin' Angel jus' so ya coul' ge' off. Then goin' aftah 'er mum." She pressed down harder with her knee. She felt something in his spine slip, dislocate. She pulled back on the slip, exposing the man's throat. "Dmitri," she said.

The crimeboss turned suddenly, throwing the rusty steak knife at the floor directly in front of the arrogant boy. It struck true, vibrating back and forth, lodged in one of the planks. The boy watched. He struggled harder, grunting, squealing. Like the pig he was. Time to end it.

Jocelyn raised her fist and brought her knuckles down on his spine, just between his shoulder blades. His legs and arms dropped to the floor. He was paralyzed, though still able to breathe. To feel. He wet himself. Jocelyn grabbed the steak knife. She looked up at Dmitri. He nodded and stared the boy down. She dragged the rusty blade across the man's neck, about an inch deep, severing each vein and artery within 10 seconds. She held his head back until his blood stopped pumping, dropping it to the floor with a dense, wet thud.

"Thank'ee," said Jocelyn. Her voice was cold, but inside, she hated herself for it.

The crimeboss nodded. "Yes, Jo. Now, you send Dmitri all his men. They clean this. You  have no more trouble from them. Business to business deal. Dmitri to Jo."

She wrenched the slip from Yvgeniy's mouth and stowed her gear. "Yer a goo' man, Dmitri."

"And you," he laughed, "are good woman. Good, scary woman. Now. Get Drmitri's men. They will take care of filth. You take care of girl and family," he said, adding, "Boris knows. He has money for mother. It can't bring girl back, but it does something."

Jocelyn dipped her head. "Dmitri."

"Jo."

( @myzariel )

[just-give-me-half-a-cup]

Bouquet

Inspired by the song Bouquet by Ethan Jewell, would reccomend listening to it.

Haven't really proofread it, so if there are mistakes, let me know and I'll fix it. We die like men baby.

I also only write after 11:30pm, so god help my brain.

Heavy eating disorder tw, as that is the main plot, please take care with reading it if that effects you.

All based on my own experience with eating disorders.

Enjoy

If Race had a bouquet of flowers, he would have given them all away by now.

In which Race is being a little too self sacrificing, and Jack and Spot stop him from pushing it too far

***

If Race had a bouquet of flowers, he would have given them all away by now. He couldn't help but look after everyone around him.

Whether it was skipping a meal so one of the younger kids had enough - he wasn't the only who did that after all - or giving his coat up on a cold morning, Race was happy to do it so the kids would be okay. 

He and Jack were very similar, only Race was a little more self sacrificing. 

Sure he often went to bed with an empty stomach, desperate for food, or returned home with blue lips and shaking hands, but what did that matter. 

*

Race was the first one up that morning. Outside with a lit cigar at least twenty minutes before the morning bell went off. His mind was fuzzy, thanks to the lack of food and sleep. 

His mind was too fuzzy to remember how long it had been since he'd last eaten, but he did know he hadn't slept in the same amount of time. 

It was going to be a long day. That's what Race decided, as the boys of the lodgings began to wake. 

A happy buzz filled the air, and Race couldn't help but smile. It made everything worth it when he saw everyone so happy. 

"Mornin' Racer." Jack's voice came from behind him. 

Race turned to face the elder, willing his hands to stop shaking as he dared to remove the cigar from his mouth. 

Jack often said he was too dependent on the cigars, and quite frankly, Race agreed. He needed them to stop his mind from going too fast. Racing if you would. Even when they weren't lit, just having something there calmed his mind, and grounded him.

"Mornin' Jackie," Race smiled weakly. He looked like utter crap, and he knew it. He'd looked at himself this morning and could he looked a breath away from keeling over. 

"Youse is up early, couldn't ya sleep?" Jack asked, leaning himself against the wall of the lodgings as he stifled a yawn. 

None of them really slept enough. Not even the littles, who they forced into bed at eight o'clock. 

"Woke early, wanted a little peace 'fore these lot got up," Race explained lamely, taking another long drag from the cigar. The fuzz of his brain was beginning to fade, giving him more chance of being good for selling. 

Jack nodded, "m'kay Racer, D'you wanna come sellin' wif me t'day?" He was fidgeting with his hands, something Jack always did when he was worried. 

And right now Jack was more worried than ever. Race didn't look well, and Jack hated that he'd let that happen. 

"Nah, I'm good sellin' in Brooklyn, I said I's would go an' see Spot today, ain't seen 'im in a while," Race mumbled he eyelids trying to close. He was dead tired. But catching sight of Romeo and Elmer coming downstairs, he forced them open, he had to be okay for them. 

"Okay, I guess I's will havta force ya to spend time wif me later then," Jack smiled, ruffling Romeo's hair as the kid walked out the door. 

There was a muffled complaint from the kid, followed with a cheeky grin as he ran off round the corner. 

Race was pleased to see the kid full of energy. Romeo was his little brother after all, and they were all too similar. Having seen Romeo so sick a couple days ago, it made Race smile that little bit more. 

"Youse never havta force me to be with ya Jackie, I's will sell wif youse t'morrow if ya want." 

Jack walked forwards and wrapped his arms round Race. "Only if youse wants to Racer," he said, patting the younger lightly on the back. He could feel the younger shaking, and that did nothing but add to his worry. 

"Course I's does." 

*

When breakfast came, Race couldn't stop his stomach from rumbling. He wasn't going to eat though. The thought of food just made him feel sick, which would make it a waste. It was no good wasting it on him when one of the kids could get a little extra into them. 

This morning, his breakfast went to Buttons, who had woken up with a cough the day before.

"Eat up kid," Race said, handing him a biscuit, "we's can't have ya bein' all sick." 

He tried to ignore his shaking hands, or the beating of his heart as he sipped at his coffee. 

"Thanks Racer, I's was really hungry this mornin'," Buttons said, beaming up at Race. He took a bite, then let out a little cough, the cold that was currently working its way around the lodgings, finding its next victim. 

This made the empty pit that was Race's stomach fill with joy. Which was better than food really. Watching the people he cared about smile, made all his pain worth it.

A few seconds later, Albert walked over, holding a biscuit out for Race. 

"I got two, guessed you'd give yours away again," Albert said, fear filling his eyes. 

The two of them were basically twins. They were as close as two people could be, as thick as thieves, always looking out for one another. 

Albert had noticed a while ago the Race wasn't eating properly. Before Jack had done, which really wasn't a surprise. He just didn't know how to say anything. Albert didn't want to upset his best friend, he didn't want to cause an argument, he just wanted Race to be okay. 

"I's 'kay thanks Albie, coffee's good this mornin'," Race said quickly, taking a large gulp of the pretty awful tasting coffee. They'd all grown used to that taste, since it was something that kept them going.

"Well I's ain't gonna eat two," Albery frowned, keeping his arm extended. Jack often told him he was stubborn, but he knew Race was worse. 

"Give it ta one a the twins, they's normally sharin' one," Race suggested, taking his last mouthful of coffee before giving the cup back to the nuns. 

Albert sighed, he'd talk to Jack, see if their leader could get a better result. 

*

While walking over the Brooklyn bridge, Race couldn't deny he felt dizzy. He'd only managed half the sales he'd usually have got by this point in his journey. A result of being quite so delirious. 

He'd make up for it once he reached sheepshead. Race always had been a good seller, it was just a bit easier when he could actually read the headline. 

After a few failed attempts, with his voice deciding to slur, Race sat down, desperate for the fuzz in his brain to leave him alone. 

He wasn't quite sure how long he was sat there, head in his hands, but when he looked up again, Jack was stood in front of him. 

"Is youse followin' me or somefin'." His tone was aggressive, Race was annoyed. He didn't try standing, he knew he couldn't, so Race just glared at Jack waiting for the elder to say something. 

Jack shook his head, "we's is meetin' someone, is youse okay ta stand?" he asked, taking Race's papers and adding them to his own pile. 

With what was entirely stubbornness and stupidity, Race forced himself onto his feet, and pretended he wasn't now clinging to Jack like his life depended on it. 

"You're an idiot Racer," Jack said softly, taking the majority of the younger's weight as they walked the rest of the way over the bridge. 

Race let out a small grunt in response, he didn't feel with it enough to find words.

They reached a small alley in Brooklyn, and Jack stopped, still holding Race up.

 Catch," came a voice from the other end of the street. 

Race saw the object flying towards him, but his brain was nowhere near fast enough to catch it. He was just waiting for it to hit his head. 

Jack - using only instinct, the first catch of his life - caught the object, which was a small apple, and handed it to Race. 

"Whachu tryna do Conlon, knock 'im out?" Jack asked, smiling at the Brooklyn leader. 

Spot let out a small laugh, "mornin' Racer, thought we's was meetin' later." 

At that, Race simply hummed. He didn't have the energy to do anything else. Black spots were swarming his vision, and Race didn't think he would be able to stay awake much longer. 

"Race," Jack's voice came from beside him, but it felt a million miles away. 

Everything was going quiet. Even the usual noise of the city felt distant, almost like Race was in a bubble. 

The back dots grew bigger, till they filled his vision and Race collapsed out of Jack's hold, slipping into an endless darkness.

*

When Race opened his eyes again, both Spot and Jack were close to him. He quickly realised he was in the Brooklyn lodgings, having spent many a night there. 

Race didn't try to move, he knew he was too weak to manage that, since he'd pushed it too far this time. 

"Mornin' idiot," Jack said, trying to look grumpy at Race. This wasn't successful, as the fear and worry was far too obvious. 

 "'Ow long was I out?" Race asked, voice slurring slightly. 

"Three hours, ya really are an idiot Racer. Why's ain't youse eatin' or sleepin'?" Spot said, standing further away, but looking just as concerned. He folded his arms, leaning against the wall as he waited for Race to reply. 

"The sleepin' ain't my fault. Nightmares 'ave been keepin' me up. I's can't help it sometimes," Race shrugged, curling in on himself. 

Jack sat himself beside Race, brushing the messy blond curls out of the youngers face, "tha's when ya come an' wake me." 

"Jack, youse has the little ones waking ya like three times a night-" Race was cut off. 

"I don' care Racer, ya can't go three days without sleepin' it ain't okay." 

Race gave Jack a little nod. He wanted to pretend everything was okay, and that he was fine. But he wasn't. He was so far from alright. 

"We's gon' have lunch together Race, there's no gettin' out of it," Spot said in a quiet voice, only half clenching his fists. 

"I," Race said, unable to find words for the first time in his life. He looked up at Jack in fear, incapable of describing the terror he was experiencing. 

"Ya gotta eat every day Racer, I knows youse never has breakfast, an' youse always disappearin' at dinner. We's worried about ya," Jack said softly, his hands shuffling anxiously. 

"Youse won't make me have other meals?" 

"Not if it's too much," Jack half smiled. 

"M'kay Spottie, I's will have lunch wif youse," Race said, looking over at Spot as he took in a deep breath. 

Spot nodded in response. He wanted to be close to Race, but he didn't want to get too close with Jack around. So many people knew about their relationship, but it was different being affectionate in front of people. 

"We's got some soup, can ya eat for us Racer?" 

"If ya help me up Jackie," Race responded, his stomach letting out a loud rumble. His hands were shaking, and he was still afraid of eating, but he was with two of his favourite people, so things had to be okay. 

Jack slowly brought Race into a sitting position, getting him to rest his head against the wall in case he got dizzy again. "I's gonna leave ya here with Conlon, an' he's gon' look after ya till youse don't look half dead anymore. Is youse okay wif tha'?" 

Race nodded his head slightly, "'m sure Spottie will take great care of me," he smirked, "you get out sellin' make sure the kids are alright." 

"I'll see ya soon Racer," Jack said, shaking his head fondly. He quickly ruffled the kid's hair, before grabbing all three stacks of papers, and skipping out of the Brooklyn lodgings. 

When Jack was out of sight, Spot unfolded his arms and settled himself beside Race. 

"I-" Race tried but Spot instantly cut him off. 

"No, you gotta stop this shit Race. Stop bein' so bloddy self sacrificin'. Winter's comin' soon, an' I can't lose you," Spot said, his usually aggressive facial expression settling into one of pure care and concern. 

"I love you Spottie, I's don' wanna leave youse, I promise." 

"I love you too Racer." 

*

If Race had a bouquet of flowers, he would have given them all away by now. Luckily, he had some amazing people around him to make sure he always had at least one flower remaining, to keep him going. 

He was going to be okay, he knew that now. All Race had to do, was keep hold of that flower.

[y01te-moved]

god, ive had firealpaca open all day and the only thing ive drawn is a shitpost, and now its already almost 5. why am i like this.

[heystuckstuck]

doll parts part one

eridan ampora x reader

part one ==> HERE

part two ==> coming soon!!! <3

YOU ==> WAKE UP

You do. You are sprawled out on your own bed, which is soft, softer than anything you’ve slept on in awhile. You are lying on your stomach, your arms crooked under your pillow to support your head. This is the way you almost always sleep. Your phone dings to the left side of your head, and you blearily shift to your side to check it. It would appear that someone is trying to get ahold of you.

cuttlefishCuller [CC] began trollling chumHandle [CH]

CC: )(-Ey t)(-Er-E, Y/N!

CC: )(ow ar-E you f-E-Eling today?

CH: im feeling fairly pleasant atm

CH: just woke up

CH: you?

CC: I’m FINTASTIC!!!

CC: )(-E-E )(-E-E

CH: cute

CH: glad to see youre still doing the fish pun thing

CH: why exactly do you do it?

CC: I lik-E fish

CC: SO!!!

CH: :?

CC: ar-E you coming to my party tonight?

CC: I r-E-Elly hope so!

CH: shore

CH: ;)

CC: Aww )(-E-E )( -E-E!

CC: You us-Ed a fish pun

CC: )(ow glubbing cut-E!

CH: thank you, fef

CC: And don’t fr-Et!

CC: W-E’ll have som-Ebody watch out for you!

CC: So what )(app-En-Ed last tim-E won’t )(app-En again!

CH: …

CC: I’m sorry!

CC: I shouldn’t )(av-E brought it up

CC: 38(

CH: no, that’s ok

CH: it happened

CH: it’s okay to talk about it

CC: )(ow was it?

CH: how was what?

CC: T)(-E )(ospital?

CH: it was ok

CH: im totally better

CC: I’m sure as s)(-Ell glad to )(-Ear it!

CC: Sollux and the cr-Ew will b-E t)(-Er-E to pick you up

CH: the crew?

CC: I’m not shor-E who it’ll b-E but Sollux is driving a bunch of our fri-Ends ov-Er

CC: I asked )(im to pick you up too!

CC: 38)

CH: thanks feferi

CH: youre the best

CC: I c-Ertainly try

CC: T)(-Er-E’s no way to wink at you wit)( my -Emoticon

CC: So just picture t)(at in your )(-Ead

CH: ;)

chumHandle [CH] ceased trolling cuttlefishCuller [CC]

twinArmageddons [TA] began trolling chumHandle [CH]

TA: y/n

CH: sollux

TA: thii2 ii2 gonna be a really weiird que2tiion

TA: plea2e don’t get mad

TA: but

TA: would you fuck ed

CH: what why

TA: becau2e seniior year is almo2t here and iif he doe2nt lo2e hii2 viirgiiniity before hii2 biirthday ii can’t be hii2 friiend anymore

CH: what makes you so sure he’s a virgin

TA: y/n

CH: fair point

TA: ii ju2t know that you have 2ome pretty lax 2tandard2

CH: are you calling me a “2lut”

CH: is that what’s happening right now

TA: god no

TA: ii ju2t wanna get the ba2tard laiid

CH: fine, i’ll do it

TA: y/n you are a 2aiint

TA: 2eriiou2ly

TA: nobody el2e would touch that ugly fucker with a ten foot pole

CH: you and i both know that eridan isn’t ugly

CH: he’s actually quite handsome

TA: god gro22

TA: ju2t thank you

TA: you’re doiing u2 all a favor really

TA: ed fuck2 you and then he’ll 2hut hiis fuckiing iidiiot mouth about not fuckiing anythiing

CH: how many times are you gonna say fuck

TA: fuck

CH: that’s fair

CH: yeah i’ll do it

TA: cool

TA: fiinger gun2

TA: ii’ll piick you up at 6

twinArmageddons [TA] ceased trolling chumHandle [CH]

Sollux is there for you promptly at six o’clock. You’re standing on the curb, waiting for him, when his familiarly tiny rusty red car pulls up alongside you. The music is so loud you can hear it through the closed doors and when you glance in the passenger’s side window, Aradia gestures her thumb back behind her. She must’ve called shotgun, or maybe Sollux got her first. You open the door to the backseat and clamber inside.

Karkat is on the far end, smushed into the door. He looks as disagreeable as always but he offers you a softer-than-usual smile as he adjusts his traditional black t-shirt. Eridan, in between the two of you, looks far more uncomfortable. You notice the way he is desperately trying not to look at you and in retaliation, you put a soft hand on his thigh. He looks as though he might faint, cheeks flushed and forehead beaded with sweat. He doesn’t say anything to you, but Karkat does.

“Alright, Y/N?”

Yes. Why wouldn’t you be?

“Yes, why wouldn’t I be?”

Karkat shrugs although from the hunch of his shoulders, you can tell he wants to argue. Everyone knows that he’s lying. You know he’s lying. You know why everybody wants to know if you’re alright. And frankly, it’s nobody’s fucking business.

Not even if they stroked your hair and whispered soft little nothings to you all the way to the emergency room. Not even then.

As you walk into the party, you notice a tall, slim figure posed at the front of the grand entrance hall. He’s smoking a cigarette and he has sunglasses on indoors. Dave Strider. He greets your friends casually but when he gets to you he falters and peers at you over the top of his shades.

“All better, Y/N?”

“Yes, I’m totally better. I eat almonds and yogurt and soup.” He nods curtly, but you can see the tension in his face. It would be difficult to miss, as difficult to miss as those reddish brown eyes of his. You remember the last time you saw them.

You were lying on your back with the left side of your face caked in vomit. Your limbs were seizing up and you wanted to scream but it was like your voice was invisible. Dave knelt over you, eyes as wide as saucers as he begged you to stay awake, please stay awake, oh god, what did you do, why did you do this, god no, please no, no no no no no nonononononononononono.

And you put your hand on his face and said, “Hello David.” Or tried to. You’re sure that what came out was a flubbed version.

“What did you take?” He’s begging you please tell him, tell him so he can get you to the hospital and they can pump your stomach, god please.

“13 valiums and a bottle of gin.” You try to tell him that you were just trying to float and stop your misery and stop the not eating and stop stop stop stop stop. But he can’t hear you. He screams out a feeble and watery Karkat and then you’re in a car with Karkat petting you and his mouth was moving but all you could hear were sirens. You wanted to sleep more than anything but Karkat kept shoving you awake and talking to you and telling you stories and begging you don’t go to sleep, no.

So you suppose if anyone has the right to ask you if you’re okay, it’s Dave, and you’d better tell him too. So you do, but you can tell that he doesn’t fully believe you, but to your relief, he leaves it.

The music is loud. It makes your ears numb. You see Feferi but you don’t go and say hi because she’s kissing Sollux on his mouth and tracing her fingers up his arm and you know you shouldn’t interrupt, so you don’t and push your way further through Feferi’s house. The lights are all pink and blue and hazy and you can’t see through the smoke in the air and you can taste the acrid tang of cigarettes in the back of your mouth, which makes it feel like cotton. You stumble and trip over something-someone lying on a beanbag on the floor, who doesn’t try to catch you when you fall into his bony chest.

“Well hey there, little sis, how’s it motherfuckin’ hangin’?” It’s Gamzee, with his dark, splotchy face and lazy looking eyes and dopey grin. He doesn’t help you up, the idea doesn’t even seem to occur to him. His eyes are bloodshot and his left hand’s slender fingers grip a short, lit blunt, which he offers to you.

“You want a hit?” Nobody except him in your friend group smokes pot. They drink and snort crushed up pills but they don’t smoke weed. You’ve tried it before, but only a few times. You didn’t like how it stung your throat and made you cough.

“Nah, that stuff makes you hungry.” That was your least favorite thing about it. The last time you smoked pot, you’d woken up naked on John’s couch with your hands and chest smeared in food goop and no memory of how it got there. You didn’t need that again. Gamzee doesn’t seem to mind, and just takes another drag.

“It’s no problem sis, more for me.” You watch him as he puffs on it again, noting the way the slight orange glow offsets the neon lights in the room.

“Anyway, chica, long time no see. How’s it been?” You shrug and Gamzee laughs.

“That’s so motherfuckin’ righteous, sister. Seriously, be all up and motherfuckin’ careful. Don’t want anything bad happening to you or anything.” You’re dumbstruck by the fact that Gamzee of all people, slow-witted, slow-reacting, oblivious, with a brain half-ruined y marijuana knows. God, how does Gamzee know?

“I saw you, all up and covered in that puke. Shit, y’know, it fuckin’ scared me. I love you and I don’t want you to die or anything. You were shaking and crying and everyone was all just sitting there, not knowing what to up and do. It was the opposite of a miracle. But maybe the fact that you’re not dead is a miracle and whatever god exists kept you alive for us. I’m motherfuckin’ happy about that. I’d miss you if you were dead. I think everybody would, even if they pretend they wouldn’t.”

Gamzee then punctuates his profound statement with a soft belch and he gives you a watery, peaceful smile, close-lipped, with his eyes shut. You return the smile, though yours is more strained than his because god just stop fucking talking about it.You get it. You don’t really want to be dead anymore but you wish everyone would stop reminding you of it. You want to forget as much as anybody else. You never wanted everyone to see you, shaking on the floor, eyes rolled up into the back of your head with foam oozing from between your lips all over your white tanktop, staining it pink. You want to forget. You want to forget Feferi screaming and and Sollux saying, hush, hush, FF, it’s okay, and Dave’s tears dribbling onto your face and getting into your mouth. They were salty on your numb tongue.

Gamzee’s hand begins to snake down the front of his sweatpants and you decide to leave before this gets awkward. You abandon Gamzee and trip on your way to the stairs, which you clamber up, on your way to Feferi’s second story bathroom. You don’t have to go, you just want to inspect Feferi’s mom’s medicine cabinet, see if she’s gotten anything new since the last time you were here, before. Before. Before you took John’s grandmother’s pills out of the kitchen and fell on the floor and Feferi screamed and Dave cried and Karkat crooned in your ear and you felt more loved than you ever had before, which was bullshit because of course everyone loves you when you try to die.

She doesn’t have anything new, you note with mild disappointment, pocketing some old pills that haven’t been touched since the last time you were here. You read the label before hiding them. Oxytocin. Pain pills. You shove it, along with your hands into your oversized maroon jacket, and just in time too, because the door you were certain you locked opens to your right. You turn and meet an abashed-looking Tavros, his face alcohol and embarrassment-flushed.

“Oh, I didn’t realize that anybody would be in here. I just needed to, um, well, yeah, you know.” He stumbles over his words and looks flustered, so you smile at him.

“Oh, that’s alright, I was just leaving.” You grab a tiny white paper cup, designed for mouthwash and fill it with water before exiting the bathroom, brushing past Tavros’s shoulder. He closes the door and you pull out the pills and take two with the shot of water you have. You aren’t addicted to popping pills, but it is an outstanding interest of yours. You wait a few minutes and then you feel fuzzy and it’s a bit like you’re walking on the ceiling as you trample down the hallway. You walk back down the stairs on watery legs, trying admirably not to fall on your face, which you don’t.

You walk to the kitchen, where Vriska is leaning with her back and elbows resting against the counter. Terezi and John are with her and you notice them eye you suspiciously as you open up all of the cabinets and count the cans inside.

“Hungry?” John asks, voice shaking a little bit. You remember seeing him, driving the car, speeding down the freeway, pedal to the metal. He kept frantically glancing back at you, blue eyes enormous, even more so than usual. Hs too-large front teeth were worrying his bottom lip and his knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel. You know why his voice is shaking. You’re starting to get tired of this.

“No.”

“What’re you doing then?”

“Counting.”

“Okay,” he says, sounding uneasy. God, why can’t people just stop being fucking worried about you? Why does John have to quirk his perfectly arched and adorable eyebrows at you like that? Why does he have to bite his lip and why does goddamn Vriska of all people look worried about you? You know perfectly well the reason why, but you don’t care. You don’t care that they all saw you. That everyone knows. You couldn’t care less.

You exist through the backdoor in the kitchen because you need some air, jesus. You can’t stand the way they all look at you, with such pity and fear. It was a mistake and you’ll never live it down because you scared everybody shitless. You take a deep breath of untainted air and somebody sighs right after you exhale. What the hell?

“What the hell?” You glance around and huddled at your feet is Eridan, his floral short-sleeve button down too tight in the arms. He’s wearing slacks too, which is such an Eridan thing to do and you are filled with an overwhelming surge of affection toward your friend. This is all he is, your friend. Your friend that might fuck you later, according to Sollux.

You flop down next to him. He doesn’t react, just takes a long sip from his red plastic cup. It’s probably beer, which you’re sure upsets his sensitive palette but he’s actively not complaining in dramatic, emotional theatrics for once so you don’t question it.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

“What’re you doing out here, ‘Dan?”

“Everywhere else was full.” It’s true. All of your friends are rambunctiously partying in every corner of Feferi’s party. Except the bedrooms, you suppose. But maybe Feferi and Sollux have already made their way there, you know they will eventually and Feferi will call you tomorrow and tell you all about it. You know every detail of her sex life. She knows every detail of yours and while you are always supportive, sometimes she frowns at you and shakes her head.

“Ah.”

You’re both silent for awhile, the only sounds being of your breath and Eridan sipping his beer solemnly and yet, delicately. Feferi has a trampoline in her backyard and you haven’t jumped around and just had fun in god knows how long so you get up and offer your hand to Eridan. He accepts, although with a cocked eyebrow, and his hand still firmly in yours, you guide him to the trampoline.

“Really, Y/N? You wanna play on the goddamn trampoline? That’s fairly, just, it’s juvenile, don’t you think?”

“Yes, absolutely.” And you take off your shoes and fling your body onto the black netting and bounce a few times. Eridan hesitantly follows you.

“What if someone sees us?”

“Let them. We’re young and you’re drunk and I want to fly,” you say, leaping into the air and coming down with a spring. Eridan doesn’t jump at first, not until you grab his sleeve and tug on it and oh, Danny, I’m having so much fun, I’m flying, this is like the fucking Notebook, I’m a fucking bird, tell me I’m a bird like the Notebook. You’re laughing hysterically at yourself and Eridan is fucking giggling at you and then he starts jumping too and you dance in circles with only the soundtrack of summer cicadas to keep a melody. You grab his hands and his fingers twine with yours and suddenly he’s falling and you’re bouncing your back against the trampoline, narrowly avoiding hitting your head as Eridan lands on top of you and bounces off but only after squishing the life out of you.

You’re laughing so hard no sound is coming out and you’re gasping and so is he and you grab his hand from where he’s laying beside you.

You look up at the stars. You haven’t seen the stars in over six weeks. You missed them.

“So, how are you, Y/N? I’m sure sorry that I couldn’t come an’ visit you.” You do the best shrug you can while lying down.

“Nobody was allowed to visit me, except in the ER.”

“Still, I should’ve come. Fef went. John went.”

“They’re the only ones that did.”

“Really?” His voice is incredulous.

“Everyone texted. Until I had to go to the psych ward. Then I wasn’t allowed texts anymore.”

“Yeah, I know.”

You don’t want to be sad anymore so you change the subject.

“Eridan?”

“Hm?”

“Are you going to fuck me later?” He chokes, a loud spluttering cough, and jerks up to lay on his arm, staring down at you.

“What?!”

“Sollux told me that you were going to.”

“God, oh fuck, he told me-he-he said-he told me you didn’t know!”

“I know.”

“Well, I know that now!”

“It’s okay. If you want to, I’m okay with it.”

“Okay with what?”

“You fucking me.”

His face flared red, which was a feat in and of itself because his skin was soft brown. He looked beautiful in the starlight: his eyes, a gorgeous golden-hazel with long, dark lashes, his nose sturdy and strong, his lips fairly thick and soft and most especially the freckle he had, on the left corner of his bottom lip. His hair fell in his face, dark brown and highlighted by a thick bleached streak in the front. He wasn’t just pretty, not just beautiful, he was gorgeous. You wouldn’t mind snagging his virginity. Not one bit.

“I don’t think-I mean-well-I-I-I want to but I just think that maybe we should wait on that.”

“Okay,” you say, staring into his eyes, fighting down a pang of disappointment, “But if Sollux asks, you can say you did.”

His eyes narrow a bit and then he’s nervously looking at anything but you.

“But I wanted to know. Could you, maybe-I don’t-just-kiss me?” You smile, a full grin with teeth showing an everything.

“Yes, Eridan.”

And then you get up to your knees and pull him up to meet you and your lips are together and his lips are soft, a bit firmer than you imagined, and they’re clumsy and he accidentally clips your teeth together. You wrap an arm over his shoulder and he puts his hands at your small waist, pressing on your hips with his fingertips. You reach your other hand down and take his. You guide it over your breast and his whole body stiffens. His fingers begin to itch around and grope at the soft flesh under his hand and you slip your lips down to his neck. He makes a noise that is a cross between a purr and a croon and you push him down beneath you. The two of you break apart and he stares up at you, fingers touching his swollen bottom lip like he can’t believe what just happened. You realize suddenly that you just bagged his first kiss. You gently kiss his cheek and roll off of his abdomen.

When you wake up in the morning, you’re inside on the couch with Eridan spooned up behind you. A shirtless Equius lays across the floor with Nepeta’s head on his belly. Terezi’s legs are sprawled across her chest. Everyone else is still asleep but you can feel Eridan start to stir behind you. He nuzzles into the crook of your neck and mumbles a quiet good morning into the skin.

“Morning.”

“Mm.”

“Eridan?”

“Hm?”

“Your stiffy’s digging into my back.”

“M’sorry.”

“S’okay.”

[inlustris-sys]

My Alters But Their Funniest Phrase

Aaron: Eat me like salt and vinegar chips

Aerglo: dont make me make you swiss cheese

Amber: fucking eat my ass like a hotdog

Aquaria: nip nip gon bite

Beetlejuice: somehow verbalises ;)

Beezlebub: i will manually start the apocalypse

Benny: sad face

Bucky: Just slap me round the face with my own metal hand why dont ya

Cynthia: throw me through a window, please

Dakota: according to all known laws of av-

Deceit: Spoken with the confidence of a fucking twink

Dewei: no chicken nuggat for you

Diego: say hello to my little friend *stabs*

Eddie: uwu

Ein: rip out my tail and fuck me with it

Emile: Life is a party and I wanna ride it all night long

Five: tear my ass open like a mozzarella stick

Freya: be gay fail math

Gabriel: i didn't tell mary she was pregnant with jesus for nothing, whore

Gemini: tweet tweet fuckers

Haylei: 5'2 and gonna kill you

Ingrid: Thank you next

Inky: schlop

Ivan: well throw a bible at my face and tell me to read it like a dictionary

Jolyn: bats are fly fly baby dogs

Lily: rawr xd

Lunara: i will die hard

Lydia: s t i m m t i me

Markiel: kinky bootts on gonna raid Tesco

Patton: I will pit a honda accord on yoir forehead while you sleep

Perci: Im going to s l a p ur left nostril

Remus: meatballs are the perfect shape to fit in my ass

Remy: just call me Daddy Insomniac

Roman: Colour me Gay and Touch Starved

Sam: *finger guns*

Sasha: Feel free to tear off my ears so i dont have to listen to ur bullshit

Sebastian: what if you, didnt fall when I dropped you,,, hahh jk jk... unless....

St@t!c: now back to your regularly scheduled programs *screams*

Skipper: *funny ocelot noise*

Uralarius: All I want is to sit in a forest on a mushroom and draw the scenery, is that too much to ask?????

Vanya: do the crimes, being gay is an extra

Vermillion: thou hast done me a frighten

Virgil: you're the reason I put my eyeshadow on the wrong part of my eye

Vixen: According to all known laws of aviation there is know way a b-

Waluigi: wah

Xavier: Trip over your wedding dress, wench

Xemi: so what if I wanna eat lipstick? God aint make me for nothing

Zenix: kinda wanna fuck the demon dude but kinda wanna survive

[ain-t-bovvered]

14x14 Commentary

Special episode where a bunch of tired and caffeinated Europeans ( plus a sleepy American) scream together, and then die and try to get on with their day ( lol AS IF)

Hello and welcome:

@purpleskiesandcherrypies  (Nat)

@dean-winchesters-bacon  (Kat)  good night babe

@waywardbaby  (Zee)

@ain-t-bovvered  (Giulia)

1 2  3  4  5  6  7  8  9  10  11  12  13

Giulia: Splash

14x14 Ouroboros

Zee: Can’t relive this. With Jack

Nat: I cry

Zee&Giu: I believe in us

Nat: Fuck this

Giulia: Ok sam

Zee: I do believe in us

Giulia: I ain’t got enough coffee in my blood

Zee: The end?? How dare he?

AAAND HERE WE ARE

[ Retro French pop music plays ] IS THIS A THING NOW?

Nat: Uhh...Mexico, Ellaaaa

Zee: Giuls, thoughts??

I see no wrongdoing here. The pasta is being dump into the water while it’s boiling. Garlic! YUM. That looks like too much sauce for that much pa- let’s be honest here, once can never be have too much sauce who cares. Ok I see olive oil, yellow bell pepper ( which is the best one ok) , garlic, onions, zucchini, and I think there’s parmigian cheese and *disgusted sound* cilantro, and a body....

Nat: Well, isn't that tasty

Giulia: ...I’M HUNGRY

Zee: Strike that

Nat: Fresh liver

Giulia: THE CILANTRO GUYS ! YUCK

[SIZZLES]

Nat: NO

Oh he’s making like fried liver, that was not cheese but grated bread ok ok I see you THAT LOOKS TASTY( you forgot the flour tho ok)

Nat: I'm more grossed out by the liver than the snake

Zee: Excuse me while I barf

Theeeey’re HEEEEEERE

Nat: Ohhh... babes

Zee: Shut. The. Fuck. Up

Giulia: those look tasty too

Creepy motherfucker , who is weirdly making me tingling with his cooking skill, : time to go Felix.

Giulia&Nat: A SNACK FOR LATER

Giulia: I WISH

Nat: NO How about no, He just left his meal cooking. Could burn the house down

Giulia: yeah real rude. Killing people and burning houses down

Nat: Mmmhh...snack

Giulia: Omg Jack’s plaid coat. Jack has amazing coats game y’all.

Nat: snacks

Zee: Three of them

oh...now they are all 4 of them ?

Nat: all of them,  well, no except one

Zee: Jack is a baby

Dean has a surprisingly soft steps. 

C: Oh no

I know Cass baby, that bitch fucked up a perfectly good pasta that’s what he did.

Giulia: Dean is us

D: Yeah who just let themselves be eaten?

Giulia: I’d let myself be eaten by you 

D: My money is on witchcraft.

R: Och, you, always blaming witches

D: Cause a lot of times is witches

Rowena basically : I was minding my glorious business when you whiny bitches called to beg for my help

D: Well we’ve been chasing this guy for weeks. What’s your point

Nat: Awww...Deano calm yo tits

Nat: Dean tossing things is my kink

Zee: Kinks again Nat?

Nat: Can you blame me? I'm FINE

Giulia: Hello castiel

R: Not enough Pantera posters for one.

Dean looking almost amused

Giulia: Coughing jack is my (1) fear

Jack: I’m fINe , I’M NoT dYinG . 

Nat: yeah, right, Jack

Nat: Dean..please!

R: Darling boy, everything means something.

Giulia: Be a dear and bring the snakeskin

Sam and Rowena research date night

R: You say [high pitched voice] ‘oh it’s just some magic and you think I’d leave it at that?’

Nat: Ahh..Sam puffing his chest

R: I’m more curious about how your brother is managing to keep an archangel locked away inside his mind.

S: Because....he’s Dean [read this as Batman]

Giulia&Zee: Dean is dean

Zee&Giulia: He’s fine

Nat: DEAN IS NOT FINE

Zee: Giuls. Shut up

Giulia: Zee 🖕🏻

DATE NIGHT!!

Look at them HAAAAANDS cradling the mug.

D: You know, I got to say, I got a pretty good feeling about bringing Rowena in on this one. I think her and Sam have a chance of cracking it.

me: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

C: They do have many books.

D: Yes, they do.

Zee: Worried husband

C: Hey Dean...

D: I’m fine....

ok ok ok ...I ADORE this shot! you’ll see this often in my feed , just fyi

C: What you're doing, even just sitting here and having a cup of coffee, is a Herculean feat. I can't imagine the willpower

Giulia: hey dean. Oh how I adore how he talks  

WHAT IS THAT LOOK DEAN

[Jack dying in the bathroom]

Giulia: JACK STOP FUCKING COUGHING

[Jack spitting blood] 

me : *stares in the distance, lost in my ptsd vietnam episode*

Zee: Are you really fine?

Nat: NO OF COURSE HE ISN'T

Cas is like.... DONT U LIE TO ME, i have no right to tell you this because of a recent stupid thing I did but DON’T LIE TO MY FACE

WHAT IS THIS LOOOOOOOOOOOOOK 

Zee: That’s what I’m supposed to say

D: ...That’s what we all say

Dean’s like.... yeah ok he can read right through me.

[ starting operation ‘ let’s lower our walls’ in 3....]

[....2......]

[......1...]

Giulia: Still even more convinced that they will use michael grace on jack

Giulia: Those eye lines are ruining me

D: There's this pounding in my head. It never stops. 

Castiel’s face:

D:  Michael's in there, and he is fighting hard to get out.

D: And I can't let my guard down... not for a second.

Me: I’ll cheer to that bro

C:  Well, that is not sustainable.

Giulia: THIS SHOW IS NOT SUSTAINABLE

D: ....It's on me.

Nat: IT'S NOT FUCKING ON YOU 

C: We are here to help you.

me: *SOBS*

D: I know that, and I appreciate that. I do.

[JACK STILL DYING IN THE BATHROOM]

Nat: fuck this

Zee: That kid is gonna die in the fucking bathroom

Giulia: U FUCKER STOP

Nat: IF... IF.... IF

D: If you don’t ....

THIS LOOKS ARE KILLING ME

D: We still have plan B

Nat: Fuck plan B

Giulia: NO ONE LIKES PLAN B

Zee: Coffin Ocean Done

Nat: NOT even plan B likes Plan B

Jack’s like : yo you finished with the eye fucking and feelings sharing so I don’t feel embarrassed by you two in public? 

Castiel’s like : I’m out with two problematic kids who don’t tell me nothing

Nat: EVERYBODY'S FINE

Dean:

Giulia: We are fiNe

C: Okay, um...these killings -- it seems like there's a ritualistic quality to the crime scenes, right? It's almost liturgical.

Zee: Greek there for ya

Giulia: thank you Mr.Portokalos 

D: Ah yeah. See that one I knew.

Dean...you cute fucker I swear

J: Anyone who could do this is a monster...I mean, even if they're human.

D: Looks like Sam and Rowena have something

Nat: Sam and Rowena have something wink wink

THEY DOOOOO ? (͠≖ ͜ʖ͠≖)

D: This is like an A.V. Club presentation.

Giulia: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH

J: What's an A.V. Club?

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH

C: It's a special group for people who do not play sports.

Giulia: I love the av club, where do I sign in?

Dean points at Cas “He’s the av club” [insert Oprah gif]

Giulia: IM DEAD

also how does Cas knows that? was that included in Metatron’s pop culture packet?

Nat: Of course he'll know

Zee: Jack is precious

R: Excuse me, boys, but this is a bit more pressing than your hilarious banter.

Excuse me Rowena , nothing is more pressing than their hilarious banter

CAS WHAT ARE U DOING , CONTROL YOUR EYEBROW

Giulia: clash of the titans. (Not gonna lie, I almost wrote clash of the tits). Just fyi

Zee&Nat: Of course you did

R: You know about Medusa?.

I’m sorry but....everyone knows about Medusa.  Ok ok this was mainly for the giggles and all because, you bet your ass that Dean would know who the fuck Medusa was, STOP MAKING DEAN THIS DUMB WHEN IT’S NOT REALISTIC.

Giulia: How caffeine is working

Nat: Because why else should the writers write this episode

Nat: Definitely...anything you want. Get on your knee. lol

Giulia: ...ooooh i can smell all the meta from here

Nat: They all gay for dick

Well Nat I guess….I mean... ...well that’s...that’s the goal

Giulia: U would all be gay for them

Nat: you not wrong

Giulia: MMMMMM

Nat: UHHHH FBI FBI

Zee: Fucking hell

Giulia: FBI FBI FBI

Nat&Giula: IS THIS AMUSING TO YOU?

Now turned on and scared Guy : No SIR

Cas: 

yeah that’s right call me Sir

Nat: Psycho penpal

Y’all my psycho text pals tho

Nat: you're not his type

Giulia: BITCH IM EVERYBODY’s TYPE

R:For the record, I don't love being included on his little hit list.

S: Apparently he can’t see angels

J: I’m not an angel

D: Close enough

C: So, if Jack and I approach Noah on our own, we -- we may surprise him.

Giulia: ABORT I DON T LIKE THAT PLAN

Zee: Happily surprised moose

Giulia: i’d get sloppy....( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Zee: I’m here for Sam’s short shirt

I’m here for them short of clothes 

R: I HAVE A PLAN

Giulia: WEE DOGGIE

Nat: OMG

Giulia: IS THAT JACK

Nat: THAT DOG IS SO SMALL IN SAM'S ARM

S: We -- We think he might have eaten something.

R: "We think"? "We think"? He means that it's my fault for not keeping an eye on the poor dear. He thinks that everything is my fault.

S: Can we not fight in front of the vet?

S: I mean, I guess it's not entirely your fault that you looked away!

R: He blames me for everything! I let his mother ride the Jet Ski one time!

WHAT IS THIS? AM I DEAD AND IN FANFIC TROPES PARADISE?

Nat: Wee Jackie Boy

Giulia: I CAN T

Zee: Sam got a dog and it’s his “son”

S: What are you doing?

R: Oh, I mean, I realize it's not...[Deep voice ]...pretending to be the FBI. [Normal voice] But there are other ways of doing things, Samuel. Plus...I thought my performance was quite magnificent.

Giulia: I NEED THOSE TWO TO FUCK 

Zee: The thermometer

Giulia: i bet he liked being a dog 

Giulia: *seeing just now Zee’s thermometer text*  THIS IS HORRIBLE TIMING

Nat: Did Jack just get something in his ass for this

Nat: YES

Zee: SO YES

J: Just wish I could've got it before she took my temperature.

Giulia: ...he took one for the team.

R: Oh, uh, a moment, Samuel. What did you do to that boy?

R: It's volatile magic, powerful, and it's stitched to him like some kind of parasite.I was curious before, but now I am worried, so I'll ask you again, Sam What did you do?

I can’t believe Rowena is lecturing Sam, and being right too

R: using dangerous, mysterious magic, regardless of the cost, that's a very on-brand me thing to do.

Nat: She's still so much shorter than him standing on the curb

Zee: Everyone is shorter than him

R: Of course, Samuel. Until very recently, I was the villain.

So I ordered this SamWitch extra spicy I guess.

Giulia: I REALLY NEED THOSE TWO TO GET IT OUT OF THEIR SYSTEM

Meanwhile scarred Jack :

Nat: That guy is creepy

Giulia: He’s so flamboyant loves every minute of it

Zee: That gorgon is a total bitch

Noah: "Helpless men" -- that's rich. No, I do eat ladies, too, but women have become so cautious lately. Must be all that finally waking up from centuries of misogynistic oppression. Good for them. Bad for you.

Nat: Ok but I like that

D: But if we cut off their head, then is more creatures gonna crawl out?

Ok but ...hey...legit question

....sam...

SAM

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?

knock first , kick doors later

Zee: Enter the angel of the lord

Noah a bit turned on and scared

Nat: does he do anything else

Nat: NO fair

Noah : demi-god actually

Zee: I’m a lover not a fighter

Nat: THEN LOVE HIM

Giulia: I DON'T LIKE THIS STORY

Nat: Slapping

Zee: Oh he didn’t

Nat: NO cas

#mood  #same

Nat: wHAT

Giulia: NO , WHAT

Zee: Real pleasure

Giulia: OH SAMMY IS HANGRY

Zee: Why is he kicking their asses?

Giulia: Stop making him bump his head

Nat: MICHAEL CAN GET OUT

Zee: Fuck yeah

Giulia: YAS JACK BABY

Zee: My baby is hurt

Giulia: ALL MY BABIES ARE HURT

Zee: Swallow Cas

Zee dON’T BE NASTY

Giulia: OH CAS KNOWS

Nat: I can't even see

this is painful 

Zee: Look how precious jack is

Nat: Dean's still too tall for the bed

Giulia: IM ANXIOUS . CAS IS ANGRY

Nat: POOR JACK THO?

Sam asking Rowena what to do is making me weak.

JESUS

Giulia: GOD DAMN IT. I CHOKED . that was scary

Nat: that's what she said

Nat: Cas wants to make up for it

Giulia: THERE ARE TOO MANY THINGS HAPPENING

[VIDEO] because I’m a sucker for these moments and you need to appreciate them more.

Giulia: We do too Jack

Zee: Special humans

Nat: sometimes we forget that too

Zee: Humans burn bright

Giulia: They are still human

Giulia: For a very brief time

Zee: He have to carry on

Nat: WE WILL NOT CARRY ON

Giulia: DAMN CAS

Nat: wHAT'S THE POINT

Nat: Jack has it right

Giulia: JACK IS RIGHT

Zee: It will hurt

Nat: Stop talking like that CAs

This scene is one of the best one , I can’t 

Nat: CASSSSSSSSS

Zee: Can Cas shut up already?

Giulia: IM CRYING

Giulia: MY GOD CAS

Nat: Jack calm yo tits

Giulia: JACK STOP SPIRALLING

Giulia: He s keeping the snake . LUCIFER SON IS KEEPING THE SNAKE. I DON T LIKE IT

OH....SOMEONE IS AWAKE

Nat: NO . WHAT STOP

Giulia: what is th

Zee: He woke up alright

 I KNOW WHERE I AM

Giulia: The screaming

Zee: He out

Nat: He's gone?

Giulia: OH NO. I DON T TRUST IT

Nat: NO

Giulia: DEAN DON’T PANIC

Giulia: OH SHIT

Nat: WHAT IS GOING ON

Giulia: OH FUCK

Nat: WELP MAGGIE IS GONE

Giulia: FUCK

Nat: WHAT THE FUCK

Giulia: DEAN BREATHE

Zee: Shut the fuck up

Nat: SHIT

Giulia: OH SHIT

Nat: DO YOU STILL WANT THEM TO BONE?

Nat: Michael!Rowena x Sam

Giulia: NOT NOW NAT!

Nat: SHUT UP NAT

Giulia: SHUT UP NAT .i can t watch this

Nat: Always taunting him. "come on sam, you can go harder than that, boy" .OH GOD SHUT UP NAT

Nat: FUCK YOU MICHAEL I HATE HIM SO MUCH

Zee: I fucking love him

M: It didn’t work out. It was him, not me.

Michael making promises.....DOESN’T WORK.

R: I’ll live either way

Zee: Sam is gonna off me

R: ..which makes dinner a little awkard

Giulia: GUYS I CAN T WATCH THIS

Nat: Fuck this

Nat: I'M HURT

Giulia: IM HURTING

Nat: how can americans watch it with commercial breaks?

M: Burning off your soul? You'll run out soon enough.

Giulia: i have no idea what to do

Giulia: How dare u

M: I am the commander of the host!   I am the cleanser of worlds!  I will not be challenged by a child!

You are a drama queen , that’s what you are

Nat: Of course

J: I'm not a child! I'm the son of Lucifer. I'm a Hunter. I am a Winchester!

Giulia: JACK

Zee&Nat: I am a Winchester

Nat: OH did he just swallowed Michael's grace

nat doN’T BE NASTY

Giulia: JACK IS GOING IN THAT BOX JACK IS SO GOING IN THAT BOX

J: Michael is dead

I don’t trust it

Nat: OH WINGS

Nat: I'm confused

Giulia: I DON T LIKE THIS

[after credits comments]

Giulia: PROMO. NOW

Giulia: AHAHAHA

Zee: What??!!

Giulia: NEXT EP IS GONNA BE FUN

Nat: I'm confused

Nat: Someone hold me

Zee: There there pats your back

Giulia: WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT EP. IT JUST HURT ALL THE TIME .i’m sweating

Nat: I have no idea and I didn't like it

Zee: Hello. Are you new to SPN ?

Nat: What Michael is dead? Are we supposed to believe that?

Zee: No

Giulia: Jack worries me tho. And ya know the last ep of the season is called “Jack in the box”

Zee: Don’t go there

Giulia: How I cannot

Zee: Don’t know. Just don’t

Giulia: FUCK EVERYTHING THAT WAS A ROLLERCOASTER AND IM STILL ON IT

Zee: You’ll never get off

Giulia: That what he said

Zee: Stop it

Giulia: Fuck u all

And fuck spn

And dean

And sam

And cas

And fucking jack

I can t

*throw tables out the window*

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Coffee and Mental breakdowns

Summary: It's 3 am and Scout is not have a good night, he's comforted by someone unexpected.

An: Hey guys! I thought it was about time I wrote something with Medic cuz I love him. This fic is also sorta like a stress reliever, in other words I'm projecting my own self experiences on poor Scout lol.

Words:1630 

Scout stared into the dark waves he created by stirring his spoon in his cup of coffee, watching as he created dark swirls with the bitter liquid.

A few drops splashed out onto the table, but Scout didn't pay them any mind. He would clean them up later. After a few more moments of his rhythmic stirring he reluctantly brought the cup up to his lips.

He always hated the taste of Coffee, it was always so bitter and it didn't matter how much sugar or cream he added.

He sipped the coffee and swallowed it with a grimace, for now he would just have to deal with the bitter taste. He didn't have anymore energy drinks so coffee was the only thing keeping him from passing out.

And he was certain that falling back to sleep was not what he wanted to do.

He rubbed his tired eyes, glancing at the clock on the microwave. 3 am flashed on the clock, creating a sort gentle glow of light, just enough to give Scout some sort of light source.

3 o'clock in the morning, In about 3 or 4 hours from now he would most likely be joined by Engineer or Sniper, and later the rest of the team.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. His normal uniform was replaced by his sleeping wear, which consisted of an over sized Red Sox baseball jersey and black basketball shorts. The only thing that remained were his wraps which he almost always kept on.

Always.

He rested his head atop his folded arms; blue-grey eyes wandered around the kitchen. A place he knew as well as the back of his hands having spent many breakfasts and meetings in the room.

He felt his eyes begin to sleep close and he sat up with a jerk, quickly reaching for his cup he downed the rest of the bitter coffee. Nearly choking on the bitter taste as it burned the back of his throat on the way down.

He sat the cup down on the table and wiped his mouth with the back of his bandaged hands. He knew he should be asleep, he knew it wasn't good for him to force himself to stay awake but he couldn't help it.

It didn't matter if he drank warm milk, it didn't matter how many sheep he counted. Every time he closed his eyes he wasn't met with the bliss relief of sleep. He was left with nothing but his own thoughts, his insecurities. And he hated it.

this wasn't the first time his thoughts had kept him awake, sometimes they would keep him awake for days on end. On those days he would give in on his exhaustion and ask Medic for something to help him sleep.

Scout didn't understand why this happened, but it was like a routine.

Some days he could look in the mirror and see this super cool guy who could do it all, but some days when he looked in the mirror, all he was was someone who just...wasn't good enough.

That, no matter what he did none of it would matter in the end. He was gonna die eventually, so what was the point of even trying? It was routine, fighting, dying, respawn, repeat. Eventually he just ended up feeling numb.

And on those days, he had to fake it. All of his stupid jokes and cocky attitude, his confidence. He had to fake all of it, and it always made him feel gross. Like he was lying to everyone, like he was just a big faker.

He blinked a few times to clear his vision which had blurred just a bit, and he considered getting another cup of coffee; but his stomach seemed to twist at the thought and he decided against it. Not wanting to make himself sick.

Instead he began to pick at his bandages, an old habit of his. He probably shouldn't do it because it messed up his wraps, but it distracted him.

Plus it was better than him picking at his skin.

He pulled a small string, causing the end of the bandage to unravel and fray. He sighed, now he'd probably have to get some new ones. Great.

"Having fun sitting alone in ze dark?"

Scout jumped a very un manly squeak sounded from his throat as he whipped around in his chair in surprise , nearly tumbling out of it.

Medic stood in the doorway of the kitchen, somewhat illuminated by the light of the microwave. He gave Scout a somewhat sheepish smile.

"Apologies! I didn't mean to scare you"

Scout relaxed slightly when he saw who it was, he let out an annoyed huff. Mainly embarrassed that the older man had snuck up on him.

"Geez dude gonna give me a fricken heart attack, how long 'ave ya been standin there anyway?"

Medic shrugged " Not to long, just long enough to watch you as you sit alone in ze dark"

In a few long strides he sat himself in a chair in front of the younger, resting his chin on his hand.

"So please do tell me vhat bothers you"

Scout blinked in surprise, slightly a taken back by the Doctor's sudden interest in his well-being "

"Wha...What da hell makes ya think sumthins wrong wit me?"

Medic rose a brow "Vell, for starters it iz three in ze morning and you are drinking coffee. Plus your expression isn't exactly cheerful"

Scout sputtered slightly, narrowing his eyes.

"Y-Yeah, well you're up too aren't ya?"

Medic shrugged "Vell yes, but I waz finishing up some vork. And I vaz heading to bed, you however look like you plan to spend ze rest of ze night here. So please.."

He leaned forward slightly " Tell me, vhat bothers you? "

Scout scowled at him, before he sighed. Shoulders slumping in defeat, he mentally cursed the older man and his ability to read people so well.

"It's..It's just...nothing...really, I'm just....being stupid"

He gave an awkward chuckle, squirming in his seat under the doctors gaze.

He swallowed thickly.

"I..just uh...I've just been havin a rough night ya know?"

Medic gave a sympathetic hum " And vhy iz zhat? "

Scout shrugged, looking down at this bandaged hands. Clenching and unclenching them into fists.

"Hey, you uh..remember awhile ago when ya found those..things under my wraps?"

The doctor's eyes widened slightly in surprise, sitting upright his gaze turned serious.

"Vhy...Yes Scout..I do"

Scout glanced up to meet the doctors gaze almost shyly.

"And uh..remember how ya told me that I could always talk ta ya it I needed too..?"

Medics gaze softened as he smiled at the younger man sitting across from him, placing a hand over the others smaller bandaged one.

"Of course Scout, you can tell me anything."

"And you promise won't tell anyone nuthin?"

"I promise"

Scout took a deep shaky breath.

"I..I don't know man, it's just been one of those night ya know? I just couldn't sleep and every time I tried my mind just kept sending all these negative thoughts to my brain man"

"What kind of thought Scout?" Medic inquired gently .

Scout half heartedly shrugged his shoulders, he hated talking about this stuff. Or more so that he was terrible at expression his thoughts and shit.

"I don't know, like just bad thoughts ya know? Like how I'm not good enough or how I'm gonna die alone a-and how everything gonna leave and shit and how I'm nothin but an annoyin brat and..and"

Scouts rambling was cut off by his voice cracking, struggling to swallow last the lump that was steadily growing in his throat he choked back a sob. He brought a fist up to his mouth and bite on it, turning away.

Fuck Fuck Fuck, why the fuck was he crying for? He wasn't some little kid! Yet here he was gettin all emotional shit, in front of fuckin Medic of all people.

"I-Im sorry Man, I just -" his breath hitched as more tears sprang to his eyes, threatening to spill over.

Suddenly next thing he knew he found his face being pressed in the familiar white lab coat as Medic, who had made his way to Scouts side of the table while he had been speaking, wrapped his arms around the runners smaller body. Gently pressing the boys face into his shoulder.

"Shhh, it's alright Klein. Go ahead and cry, it vill be good for you. You'll feel better afterwards."

Scout choked out a sob, clutching at the man's shirt he buried his face in his shoulder. His own shoulders shaking as he sobbed. Medic gently rubbed the boys back.

"Shhh Shhh easy Das Kind, I am here " Medic cooed softly.

"I-It just fuckin hurts man! A-And I'm just so fuckin tired"

" I know kleiner hase I know"

Medic continued to coo softly in both English and German while Scout continued to cry into his shoulder. After awhile Scout pulled away sniffing and rubbing his now red eyes. Face flushed slightly from embarrassment.

He rubbed the back of his neck "T-Thanks man" he mumbled.

Medic smiled at him, gently patting his cheek.

"See! I told you, you would feel better "

Scout laughed slightly "Heh, yeah...sorry bout messin up your shirt"

He stood, saving the younger man off.

"It's nothing, it's just a shirt after all"

Pulling the younger to stand he began pushing him gently towards the door.

"Now! Time for bed, might as Well gets some sleep vhile you can"

Scout rolled his eyes "Alright Alright Ma, I'm freakin goin"

He made his way to leave but paused in the doorway.

"Hey uh, goodnight Doc"

Medic smiled at him .

"Goodnight Scout"

[grasslandgirl]

2,5,6,7,23,35,47 !

hi yeah this week on CLAIRE I WOULD DIE FOR YOU 

2: one of your favorite comments/reviews [on this chapter/verse]?

oh gosh i got a comment a while back on Half Rights and Half Wrongs where someone said my fic made them feel like “that vine of that lawnmower flying in the air with like whitney houston singing over it” and they then preceeded to link it in the comments for me (you can watch it here if you haven’t seen it, it’s hilarious) and like. it’s genuinely one of the best comments ive ever gotten it nearly made me cry

and also?? i got so many wonderful comments on the first installment of you gonna break my heart, Sammy? specifically emma ( @lewissimon ) like. wrote an essay and listed out things she loved about it and like... my heart is FULL in this chili’s toniiiiiight !!!

5: do you write scenes in a linear fashion or do you write future scenes/dialogues sometimes?

mostly i write linearly (is that a word? whatever) bc i need the like. drive that having a scene that i Really Wanna Write gives me to power through some of the stuff that i dont really want to write?

like if im writing part A of a fic, and theres a scene thats like part G that i really want to get into and am super inspired about, i have to force myself to write parts B-F before i let myself write G bc then its like a built in motivation? because mostly if i just am like i want to write [x scene] and then jump ahead to do so then i have no motivation to go Back and write all the less interesting but still necessary filler stuff and then it never gets done

like i made myself spend all this time writing the build up in the middle of you gonna break my heart, Sammy even though i really wanted to get into the confession time because i knew if i jumped ahead i just wouldn’t finish the rest!

occasionally if i have like a SUPER specific scene/moment in mind ill go in and write a little bit of it so i dont lose the moment in my brain, but then i always make myself go back and fill in up to that point before continuing forward

6: hardest/easiest character to write for?

i live in constant terror of writing a character ooc or getting their like Character Voice wrong- so ive found that the easiest characters for me to write are the ones that have Really Specific Voices- both in the literal sense of how the talk, but also in the figurative sense of how they think/react/see the world/etc

so like. thats why i find Dylan Maxwell (american vandal) and Taako (the adventure zone) for example to be really easy to write- thier voices are very specific and dynamic and therefore easy for me to mimic/replicate and also easy for me to tell when they dont Sound Right- if that makes sense?

inversely, characters i dont have a specific Mental Voice for are really hard for me to write comfortably- frankly im struggling with Peter and Sam right now a little bit and struggled with thier voices in the second half of writing you gonna break my heart, sammy because its been so long since ive watched av or written for them that ive lost how they sound in my mind- which probably means its time to rebinge american vandal !!

(additionally- PLEASE always tell me if a character is extremely ooc or extremely i guess Not ooc? those kinds of notes are always a comfort to get about my writing bc its something i stress about and am self conscious about!)

7: hardest/easiest verse to write for?

really im a character writer all the way, so the easiest verse to write for is which ever one whos characters are taking up residence in my brain- and vice versa for the hardest verse! it really just depends on how much of that verse-specific content im taking in and how much of my mental energy im putting into that verse that impacts how easy/difficult it is to write for it

23: feelings on epistolary fic?

um not really my style reading- or writing-wise? im not against them and if the premise seemed interesting enough id probably read it, but i doubt id ever write one- most of my writing is pretty thought-, dialogue-, and interaction-centric, which aren’t really things that are common in epistolary works 

35: any foreshadowing/symbolism you wrote that you hope your readers didn’t miss?

oh gosh this is sweet that you think im a good enough writer or forward thinker to include any real or subtle foreshadowing or symbolism in my fics....... i mean if anything just the small moments in you gonna break my heart, sammy where sam is like “oh this is Fake im feeling Friendship Feelings peter likes me as a Friend obviously hahah” as like foreshadowing in the BAREST of terms as to their growing like. deeper feelings for eachother? but those always felt- and were intended to be- kind of glaringly obvious to the audience/reader, mostly as a dramatic irony to sam’s own obliviousness to his own and sam’s feelings

47: story with the most comments?

Half Rights and Half Wrongs by a MILE (83!) but like. half of those are probably my own comments responding to people bc whenever i get a comment my heart grows grinch-like three sizes so! 

claire thank you so so so so so so much for this and everyone else PLEASE feel free to send me a number from this list here about fanfic/writer questions and check out my work on ao3- im grasslandgirl there as well!

[asktheraggededges]

If you woke up knowing that today was the day you were gonna die, what would you do differently?

‘Ave one last cold one wiv da boys. Strap meself wiv boms and dakka and knives and flash gubbinz and go bakk to da jungle. Put a fukkin gap in em wun last time.

[subject smiles very very slightly but says nothing]

Get my affairs in order. Fill out all the appropriate paperwork so as not to be a bother for anyone. Leave my possessions, the few that there are, to the appropriate people. My Corporal, My Commissar and what little family I have. Take my shotgun, and slip away quietly. Find trouble. Keep fighting until my time comes.

Call bullshit. Fuck what you know. Fuck fate. 

I was born in to this world kicking and screaming and by fuck that’s how I’m leaving. Let whoever, or whatever is responsible for the injustice at removing me from this plane of existence suffer for what they have done.

A last glass of the good stuff.  A little cake, maybe if it was there. Apologise to everyone.

I’d..I’d tell her how I feel. 

Fuck it, I’d kiss her.

Not cool to do so, but..nothing to lose, right?

Smoke ‘em if you got em. Go down fighting and looking sharp. All I’d want.

Already.

[subject gives a small, bitter laugh]

I wouldn’t even be allowed to feel relieved. I’d just end up worrying about them.

No sense worrying about it. I’d try to instruct people. Get someone - maybe Ike or Mags to look after my gardens. Grab some edibles and drift off into space. No big fuss. No big deal.

J’know? I would love to have one last gallop. Not fussed. They’ve all been wonderful. Clean up, dress up. And have one last drag and a brandy as I watched a sunset somewhere. I think, perhaps, that would be an acceptable end.

Mama would worry so much. Who’d look after my little ones?

I would do everything I could to make Angie happy one last time. But, then she would know something was up and she’d be sad anyway. Its a conflict. Best to do, nothing. Just…business as usual. Leave her a note if I can find the words.

Your sister.

I’d imPArT the SuM of aLL my kNOwLeDge to soMeOne. 

MayBe the SpEcK.

SpEnD tiMe wiTh tHe bOss. SoMe tIme with Grisholm. KiSS him AGAin.

fInALLy..I wOuLd see NaDa. InSisT that sHe cONSUME me in fuLL. So thAT my deATH and the MAGNIFIcence of My PowEr is NEIther CorRUPted or causes TrOUbLe for thOsE I caRE abOUt.

Forget the hearse cause I’ll never die!

I got

Nine lives!

Cats eyes!

I don’t know. I don’t. Die fighting, please.

I’d do my duty. Same as always. If I had time for a last drink and a roll in the hay, sure. But there are things to be done and people die every day. Cogs keep turning. Shove it, keep walking.

Fool question.

It’s a conflict. On one hand, I would love to be surrounded by these guys, the people I care about, before I go. For the last thing I see to be their smiling faces. But that’s kind of selfish, you know?

I think, so long as it was worth it, I’d find my peace with it all. Dying taking down a really big dude, or giving my life to save a bunch of others, I’d be okay with that.

On the understanding that no statues get built. No places get named. Don’t even write down what I did. Tell people of what I did only if they ask. Whatever happens, don’t let anyone call me a fucking hero.

Let the water be taken from me. Then commit me to space. or the earth. Whatever. No day should be any different. 

Look after him.

Behg pess ahp. A bawnk.

Destroy what’s un finished. Spend time with Wes. My main wish, however foolish and unlikely is to die as myself. Send a message to Briton so they can collect my armour. A little music. Some port if someone can spare it. 

I bagel know. 

I float it would be very beautiful to hold close first friend best friend longest time only friend Zune.

I bagel be leaves I can be by the grand big golden couch. I have nothing to go there with. No ticket. No bottom of the shoes.

So there is no thing for me after the adjserious or solemn in manner or appearance.

If the last thing I hear is her. if the last thing I feel is her.

I am fine with this. it’s okay.

Hmmmmm?

Hm. Upload everything. Absolutely everything. My mind, my thoughts, my dimensions and physiology. Multiple terminals. Even onto nebulous data transmissions. Some one will find it. Maybe someday some mad man will find a way to make me again and I can pick up where I left off. Hope. Hope for humanity and technology and the harmonious fusion of both…that is what I believe in. It’s worth believing in.

[subject pointedly doesn’t look into the camera and is barely audible]

I wouldn’t do a goddamn thing different.

Shit, man. I don’t wanna think about stuff like that! Come on! There’s ALWAYS a way.

I’d only tell Jonny. I’d do whatever she wanted me to do from there. If we spend all day in bed, so be it. If she collects my thoughts for the future because, for whatever reason she thinks they’re valuable, so be it. If she just wants me to leave quietly, so she doesn’t have to see me die, or feel me die so be it. I understand the revolting world of war and the worse world of politics. I wouldn’t know what to do.

Stiff upper lip. Let it mean something. Let it be dignified and purposeful. keep smiling. Keep singing. It’s a drop in the ocean. I don’t want any tears. The sun will rise. Humanity will prevail. Play up and play the game.

Is not likely. I am invincible! 

But should worst come to worst. Let me die knee deep in stupid baby enemies or with Solnishko in my arms.

No alternative acceptable.

I..I dunno. Heh. Uh.

I guess…take off all the passwords.. hand out some data chips. 

Just…give access to all the data…the writing, the footage the sound bytes..

All the …stuff..for lack of a better description that will let anyone who cares know who we are. Or who we were. Let our story be known to anyone who wants to know.

Maybe they’ll learn from it.

Maybe they’ll find it interesting.

That’s ah…all I I’d really like..

KAEL TORNIC

Doug Boyd/ Masaya Onosaka

[pinetwiins]

A Drabble for Verse!Beta; Yako’s death and Dark!Ford’s Origin story.

Mabel & Stanley & Stanford / Dark Ford - (Me) @pinetwiins

Neuro + Yako @hellsgreatestdetective​

Bill Cipher (DAPPER) @joinwithmekid​

Please note - there is death in this thing, its long and also includes an old man dying from a heart attack. 

Neuro

Yako is thrown onto the sofa but her reflexes seem... off. She does not roll to avoid and hits the sofa hard. Neuro notices and isn't grinning so much. "What Bill chooses to do with the relationship I shall not protest again."

StanfordPines

wait what?? He is also very worried over yako.

DAPPER (Bill)

Bill also notices. “Off day, Foodie?”

Neuro

Neuro waits for Yako to get up. She seems completely still for several moments before she suddenly moves, almost baffled at where she is. It's very not Yako behaviour.

StanfordPines

“hey... sweetheart... are you okay?”

Yako

"I'm sorry. I kind of blacked out there, what happened?" She tries to laugh it off, but she can't even laugh right. What the hell? "Maybe I was more badly hurt than I thought, but the medics had checked for injuries and said I was doing fine."

StanfordPines

he bites his lip and walked over to stand next to the couch. “perhaps... perhaps they overlooked something...?” He is very worried.

Yako

"I can't remember hitting my head at any point. Maybe I'm just tired. I should head to be-" She seems to have forgotten what she was saying.

StanfordPines

he feels his heart rate picking up.... he’s.... he’s scared...

Neuro

Neuro snaps a finger in front of her. She does not react for several moments.

DAPPER (Bill)

Bill’s not shocked or worried at all, he just watches. He’s seen this happen hundreds of times - not exactly like this, but generally speaking. Death means nothing to him. Actually, he just giggles a bit at the fact she forgot what she was saying. “Yep, you should go sleep kid! Actually, sleep here. You’ll forget what you’re doing on the way to bed, don’t want that!”

Yako

"That's- that's a good idea. Thank you Will." She kind of just- shuts down there. She doesn't have the energy to be nervous about her own condition. Neuro looks worried for once.

DAPPER (bill)

“It’s Bill! Try and remember when you wake up!” He fixes his hair. “Don’t worry so much guys, she’s fine for now!”

StanfordPines

“Ya-Yako...? Heh... sweetheart, come on, you should sleep in bed...” he’s really scared, he’s freaking out right now.

Neuro

"...For now, you just said. So you know what's happening."

Yako

Yako is already fast asleep, barely breathing.

DAPPER (Bill)

“Course I do! I’ve seen this more times than there are grains of sand on Earth.” He’s still pretty nonchalant.

StanfordPines

”Bill....” he swallowed hard and kneels down, taking her hand. “Hey, yo-you’ll be okay... you’ll see... we’ll... we’ll go on an adventure, on the stan o war...” his voice cracks as he try’s not to show his panic.

Neuro

"So it's death?" Truthfully, he did not expect it so suddenly and so... lamely. "But why now of all times?"

August 3, 2018

Yako

"Yeah... tomorrow..." She mumbles vaguely to herself, curling into her side. She can feel herself drifting, smiling in her sleep.

DAPPER (Bill)

“Dying but not dying isn’t natural for fragile meatsacks. All that death’s finally catching up to her. She’s still got some time, but this is probably the gentlest path of it happening I foresaw, so you should probably not wake her up. Don’t want Neuri’s human to suffer, do ya?”

Neuro

"Ah... all those instances. The universe is reclaiming it's debt. Shame... she was a good detective." He's not necessarily angry, rather disappointed. Ghosts still existed, no? Perhaps she would return as one. He could be hopeful that god would give him this one mercy. "I suppose it's only right we look for the rest of her family."

StanfordPines

”Stanley.... oh gosh Stanley... Yako was the only one other than the kids keeping him sane and-“ not wanting to kill himself...

Yako

Yako just sighs in her sleep, waking up again. She looks annoyed."Too loud." She announces puffing out her cheeks and getting up. She does not seem to recognise anyone.

DAPPER (Bill)

“Well, so much for the gentle one!” He shrugs, leaning back in his seat.

StanfordPines

to his knowledge he hadn’t been speaking very loudly... he put on a forced watery smile. “So Sorry Yako, do try and sleep again.” He murmured.

Yako

"Dun know 'ow ya know ma name Mister but A ain't sleepin' 'ere." She's just sulking. Strangely seems more energetic than before. "Ya got food?"

StanfordPines

”Um... Yako... I’m your Grandfather... well adopted... tell me... how old are you? You seem to have memory’s missing...”where did this energy come from?

Yako

~"Whaaaaa ya arna grandda 'e's got a mullet and a silly voice. A can copy it!" She clears her voice. "Hey kids and welcome to the MYSTERY SHACK!" She poses dramatically but yelps at her own arm, rubbing it. "Though 'e's been sore recently, 'e 'urt 'is back." She pauses at the question then raises nine fingers, pausing, and adding another. "Ten in three days! We're gonna fix the roof an' 'ave a party!"

StanfordPines

he laughs at the imitation. “I’m his twin brother... Stanley is upstairs he will be down-“ he’s cut off by the creeking of the stairs.

Yako

She gasps really dramatically

StanleyPines

”hey! Pointdexter! I hear someone copying me! Hah! Is that Yako at it again?”He gets to the bottom of the stairs and walks into the room.

Yako

"E 'as a twin!? Awesome! Are ya psychic! Grandda ya never said ya had a twin!"

DAPPER (Bill)

Bill’s just gonna watch this all play out. He’s not messing with time or what’s supposed to happen, he doesn’t care enough to. Actually he would if Neuri wanted him to do something but that’d be difficult to accomplish at this point of the death process.

Neuro

Neuro's going to let Yako spend her last moments with her family. As much as he would like to undo it... even he follows a few of the rules.

StanleyPines

He blinks and looks at her. “Hey Peanut... are you okay? I’m pretty sure I told you about that... the lab under the house?”

Yako

She gasps even louder

StanfordPines

”I’m- im sorry Stan...” he whispers as he stands next to him. “She’s dying...”

Yako

"A LAB!?!?" She is flapping her arms in excitement. "Grandda's so cool! Can A see. A'm gonna see!" She's up like a lightning bolt trying to find the door.

StanleyPines

”the hell you on about?” He hissed back not wanting to believe him. “Hey! Sweetheart! You can look later! Come back in here!”

Yako

~"But A wanna solve the mystery shack mystery!" She's persistent but sulks back when he calls her forward. "When did ya get so grey? Did ya dye ya hair by accident? A thought we were fixin' the roof today?"

StanleyPines

”from what I can see sweetie, is that ya memories are being wonky, going from past to future, but no matter, come sit with me on the couch.””you know how I know? Because you’re not currently 10 years old.”

Yako

"Don' give me science speak secret scientist A shall uncover ya yet!" She announces proudly, marching forward. "Course A'm not ten A'm nine silly." She plops herself onto the couch next to him, kicking her feet back and forth. "But  ma legs really 'urt they're cold!"

StanleyPines

“....lie against me sweetie...”his voice is shaking slightly

Yako

"Sure thing!" She does just that and... seems to fall asleep for the longest time. She is icy to the touch. Her breathing is shallow, and she is barely moving at all. Then she seems to jump awake suddenly, rubbing her head. "Just a bad dream..." She looks around "This isn't my office?"

StanleyPines

“....no, it’s the shack sweetheart.... you okay?”

Yako

She seems startled by the man and jumps away from him, blinking in surprise."I'm terribly sorry sir, I do not know how I got here."

StanleyPines

”Peanut? Are you okay?”

Yako

"P-pardon? Do I know you, sir? As far as I'm aware I just bought my office in London yesterday how on earth did I get here?" She gestures vaguely to the entire building.

StanleyPines

“ya memories are being wackie... ya 25 years old Yako, your in the mystery Shack and I’m ya adopted grandpa.”he wonders how many times he’ll have ya repeat that...

Yako

"I'm terribly sorry, sir, but you must be mistaken. I haven't even turned twenty-one and... my grandfather passed away some time ago. Look if you're trying to con me into some sort of vacuuming business I'm not interested I am perfectly capable of cleaning up after myself and how the hell do you know my name?"

StanleyPines

he laughs at that, his signature laugh. “I used ta sell vacuums.... I’m telling the truth Peanut. A car knocked ya over sweetie, I was fine, just a concussion and a back that now won’t stop giving out on me.”

Yako

"Look, sir, I don't like this game your playing." She responds, a warning tone to her voice. "But if Dylan sent you over you can kindly tell him that the next time he bothers he his messenger boy is getting a bullet to the head, understand?" She keeps rubbing at her eyes, as though she's tired and she is, trying not to yawn in front of the threat. "And he can keep his murder sprees the hell away from me." She does end up yawning and hates herself for it.

DAPPER (Bill)

Bill appears to be thoroughly amused by this, a smirk on his face as he watches the death play out. To the untrained (and maybe even the trained) eye, he looks like the heartless dick he’s proclaimed himself to be. Beneath that, though, is something entirely different. His well constructed wall of assholery hides a small, grieving voice. He doesn’t care a lot about Yako. She was just another fleshbag about to die. The most important she’d become to him is his boyfriends human. Even so, there are internal tears behind the laugh of amusement he lets out, tears that no one can see or hear. Why, you ask? Why is he feeling this way? He’d never admit it out loud, but this reminds him of the death of his only friend. The death that originally set him off on the path of rejecting reality, the death that eventually caused him to destroy his dimension out of his own denial. Stan’s reaction to this situation.. well, it reminds him of his own. Absolute denial, down to the very end until it’s too late. He wants to tell Stan to tell her goodbye while he still could, but he says nothing, staying silent for the most part aside from the occasional laugh.

StanleyPines

“who the fuck is Dylan?” He grumbled. He didn’t like this, he wants someone to convince her... plus he hasn’t changed that much....

Yako

"You should know he bloody well runs the city god down mobster bastard almost killed me yesterday I swear his aim's improving." She whines more to herself than others, slumping down on the sofa. "Damn, I'm tired.Talk about a shitty start to a shitty day." She tries to rub away the exhaustion but her hand stops midway through reaching for her face. It then slumps back down. Her mumbling falls silent.

StanleyPines

his heart rate picks up, he’s still denying it but it’s getting really clear something is really wrong.

Yako

"I think I saw my grandda today. I know it must be a hallucation, doctor, I've seen lots of them recently. People that aren't there, people that have died or are not real at all. How am I supposed to deal with it?" She leans into the sofa, then lies down on it. "But I'm certain I saw him. He was older and greyer but he had these two kids with him. Mason and Mabel. Yes... like the Gleefuls, but what am I supposed to do? Do I just pretend I haven't seen it at all?"

StanleyPines

”ya really must be hallucinating if ya think I’m a doctor Peanut.”

Yako

"Oh ha ha, real funny. Just don't tell the Gleefuls, I don't want any more canon fodder for Stanford to creep around like the gremlin he is." She grumbles, scratching at her neck. Her skin appears to be crumbling away. "I'm going to try something, just to be sure it's a hallucination. See it was in a mirror in the manor up in the attic. Nothing special about it, but if I can confirm I can't walk through it I should be fine. But if I can... if I can I get to see my grandda again, right?"

DAPPER (Bill)

Yep, Bill laughs some more. The exact opposite of his internal emotions. “You know, I’m enjoying this one far more than the one you all just prevented!”

StanleyPines

He kneels down next to the sofa and strokes her hair. “Of course ya can sweetheart.... he’d love ya see ya...”

Yako

"Yep. I'm going to give it a shot today!" She grins up at the man. It slowly fades still and her eyes slide shut. The skin is clearly paling and crumbling away, disappearing like ash. When she next opens her eyes she looks exhausted. "Hey grandda what's up?"

StanleyPines

he gives a watery laugh, eyes watering... “ya dying pumpkin... ya skin is ash and I’m loosing ya by the minute...” the tears started to fall.”Ya memory has even been through ya deaths from start to now...”His chest was hurting, burning, but he ignored it.

Yako

"Oh." She begins to chuckle. "Out of all the things that would kill me this does it. Talk about a rip off I want a refund." Part of her arm crackles and disappears. She reaches her spare arm out to ruffle his hair. "Hey there don't look so glum you think death will stop my nagging. I'm like a puppy, you can't be rid of me. I'll find a way." She laughs this time. She's sure this is how Neuro almost died, but she doesn't have a back up plan. She didn't expect this at all. Her legs begin to disintergrate. "You'd think they'd have the decency to leave a body this time"

StanleyPines

“....I also think I’m having a heart attack....” he murmured softly face scrunched up in pain...

Yako

"Well shit we need to call a doctor." She uses the last of her strength to grab the phone but Neuro grabs it before her, dialling in the number for an ambulance.

StanleyPines

he could already feel his limbs growing numb/cold. “Hah... I think it’s too late.” He said with a strained smile, his breathing short.

StanfordPines

“Stanley...?!” Ford finally noticed something wrong.

Yako

"Damn it this is supposed to be my dramatic farewell I'll see you in hell moment don't you ruin it by dying first." Oh great now she's crying you were supposed to be fine. "I'm going ahead you bastard. You get to a hospital and get better so I can haunt your ass."

DAPPER (Bill)

Bill didn’t see the heart attack coming, that’s an update. And a clear example of the fact Bill can’t see everything. Huh, this’ll go well.

Neuro

"Yes we appear to have a man at the Mystery Shack in Gravity Falls having a heart attack literally right now."

StanleyPines

He shakily kisses her forehead. “I have a feeling that the universe won’t survive for long...”

StanfordPines

Ford grabbed his sholder, wishing there was something he could do. “No-no-no-no-NO!” He practically shouted.

Yako

Where he kisses the forehead it begins to crumble. She's trying to stay awake but it's failing to work."Asshole universe."

StanleyPines

”see ya later sweet pea...” he murmured as he felt himself grow weak.

Yako

Her body disintergrates into nothing before them all, leaving behind only the bones of a young child probably eight years old with a cracked skull before that too disappears

DAPPER (Bill)

To keep his mind off feelings he makes a mental note to use this idea in his future disturbing plans.

StanleyPines

“Heh... sorry point dexter... seems my heart can’t take it any more...” He wheezed.

StanfordPines

”Stanley..? Stanley! No!” But it was too late and he was holding his twins body in his arms.... He hugs him close... before a cry of grief rips through him.... he lost two people of his family today... his mind can’t take it....

DAPPER (Bill)

Bills still just watching. He can feel Ford’s sanity ripping away from him- this is also unexpected, but a pleasant form of unexpected for him. He isn’t going to stop it or offer any form of emotional help. This was going to happen eventually anyways.

Neuro

Neuro slowly puts the phone down. He finds himself strongly disliking this universe and joins by Bill's side, offering him a worrisome glance for his reaction earlier.

Dark!Ford

His head shoots up and letting go of his brother he sprints from the room, to the lab door and punches in the code.... he didn’t care for what happened now... he would find Yako.... he would- he would.... HE WAS GOING TO REBUILD THAT PORTAL.

Neuro

"We should leave before he traps us in his destruction."

DAPPER (Bill)

Bill just nods. Yeah, he can see what's gonna happen. "I'm ready when you are, Neuri! Wow, that was a show!"

Neuro

Neuro just grabs Bill by the hand and morphs them out of the danger zone back into the Alpha world.

Dark!Ford

Ford doesn’t stop to take a break. Fiddleford has tried but he ended up throwing a spanner at his head and then breaking down when the man ran away from him. It took him a full week of no sleep or eating to complete the portal once again from scratch and from memory... it was finished. A wild grin with wild eyes looked at the portal... and pulled the leaver.The ground shook and he chuckled slightly... which turned into a laugh and then a blown out cackle as the portal switched fully on.

Dark!Ford

Grabbing his bag, coat and already dressed in his portal clothes, he waited for it to fully open... screw weirdmagedon... he didn’t give a flying fuck anymore.

Dark!Ford

He steps through the portal... First stop, Rick Sanchez... then he would decide from there...

SixerToday at 1:37 AM Time stamp (started at 11:43pm British Summer Time)

-end of Rp- -that universe is dead lol- The Portal destroyed that world, the void ended up consuming it. There was no weirdmagedon as it backfired. Stanford is too far gone to care, but deep in his mind, he is consumed with guilt.

[zaritarazi]

Sara's 30th birthday party headcanons

- they rent out the lower level of a chinese restaurant because sara as a true jewish icon wants her chinese food on christmas, which means she loves having chinese food on her birthday, which means if she isn’t ass deep in dumplings by 2PM someone’s getting stabbed

- so like sara /knows/ they’re throwing her a birthday party, they sort of act like it’s gonna be a surprise and she goes along with it because a bitch LOVES a surprise party, but the team is like “oh it’s christmas! let’s go have dumplings for lunch!!” and sara is like yeah uh huh. that’s not suspicious aT ALL GUYS

- amaya went last night to decorate the restaurant with kendra and they made a bunch of sara photo collages and amaya baked her a cake but what sara sees first when she goes into the party is a giant banner that reads “HAPPY 30th BIRTHDAY SARA” in silver glitter paint and sara goes OH MY GOD I’M THIRTY?!?

- ray: actually you’re 32, we spent 2 years in the 50s remembersara: I AM AT DEATH’S DOOR! I AM THE OLDEST PERSON ON THE PLANET EARTH! CALL AARP BECAUSE I AM AN E L D E R L Y P E R S O N

- the team is standing there like sara how did you- how did you not realize this was your 30th birthday! that’s a big deal! and sara is like IVE NEVER DONE MATH ONCE IN MY LIFE??? HOW DARE YOU ASSUME ID START TODAY

- also let me just go over the party guests which is the current team (JAX IS THERE), all the steins, the hawks, laurel is there! she’s fine! ava & rip (they’re making rip wear a power dampener bracelet to be dicks), force ghost len! nyssa!!! cisco! felicity! dinah! curtis! iris! gideon on an iphone! that’s about everyone i care about so!

- sara just grabs a thing of pork buns and takes the table in the corner and does that thing where she sits with her feet on the chair and rests her chin on her knees, which anyone recognizes as sara signaling Displeasure, and she’s just aggressively eating 

- laurel: don’t worry she’s going to adjust to thisrip: is she?laurel: who asked you

- sara is just sitting there like IM SO OLD. KENDRA WILL NEVER LOVE ME NOW BECAUSE I AM OOOOOOLD. and kendra is like of course i- and sara of course is like IM THE OLDEST PERSON! MY FUTURE HAS COME AND GONE! I’LL PROBABLY DIE TOMORROW! OH WELL!!!! IM FUCKING OLD!

- sara yelling to ava HEY AVES SINCE IM OLD AND HAVE TO GIVE UP ON MY DREAMS PUT A GROSS BABY IN ME AND LETS LIVE IN THE SUBURBS AND GET A DOG SINCE I GUESS THAT HAS TO BE MY LIFE NOW and ava is like um- are you- that sounds- kind of nice? and sara is like THATS EXACTLY WHAT ID EXPECT SOMEONE WHO IS THREE BILLION YEARS OLD TO SAY, THANKS FOR /NOTHING/ava: i’m thirty-four

- basically amaya is like, “being old is amazing! i’m turning 100 in 2018! respect your elders you punkass” and sara is like “haha yeah i guess compared to amaya, everyone’s basically a baby! i still have at least three good years left. not like ava, who is an old croneava: THIRTY FOUR

- it’s a big happy celebration of soup dumplings + custard tarts and sara puts on the paper crown they have in the UK on xmas, except as a child sara always thought it was a birthday crown just for her, so rip brought them special and everyone gets to wear one

- there’s a point where sara is sitting on ava’s lap and kendra is sitting on sara’s lap and sara + kendra are being super PDA and ava is like can we please... wait on this? and sara is like quiet old lady we’re still young and virile don’t be bitter and ava just sighs

- they got her a piñata that looks like carter and she just fucking. destroys it. she’s beating it to fucking shreds on the ground with ava’s nightstick and everyone is just looking at her and looking at carter and looking at her and carter is like haha what a great party i love birthdays

- nate says “since you’re 30 we have to give you 31 birthday pinches” (the extra is for good luck) and sara shrieks and runs around while the team chases her and ava and nyssa and laurel are all sitting together having their tea and nyssa looks over these 2 Distinguished Blondes and is like so... you ladies want to come back to my place? as sara is tackled by zari in the background and ava and laurel are just like you know what?? yes

- sara asks rip to take her pinches for her and he agrees but he gets 3 pinches in and has an ENORMOUS bruise and sara is like oh right you’re made of finely spun sugar and rip is like WELL I TRIED.

- kendra got sara a new vibrator. amaya got sara one of amaya’s own favorite books. zari got sara a couple of cool ear cuffs. ava got sara a pack of white undershirts. rip got sara booze. ray got sara a pony. nate got sara a plush tweety bird. laurel got-sara: wait a ponyray: she is both beautiful and expensive!sara: i don’t think-amaya: OH MY GOD A /PONY!!!!!!!/

-  amaya makes everyone clean up after the party to make it easier on the restaurant which includes awkwardly putting shreds of the carter piñata in a garbage bag. sara: next year let’s use the real cartercarter: haha oh yousara: next year bitch. next year