#It's not like Chicken Little where I'm like people just can't shut off their brains or understand the frustration they feel is INTENDED

[princecoolkid]

Without looking into the development of Wish, I'm gonna chatter a bit about it. Especially the music.

I feel like it's undercooked. I don't think they used 🅰👁 to make it, maybe I'm too optimistic/trusting or idk, but I really think it just didn't have enough work done on it.

Forgetting about the concept stuff. Starboy is totally something I'd be into, but... I don't actually care he's not in the final product. I'm more interested in the Queen being evil as well, but I still don't think we needed that. And anyway, I wanna just... I don't know. It feels stupid to say "talk about the movie as is" when I literally have thoughts on how it could have been better, lmao. But that's without going back to it's past ideas.

I think This is Thanks I Get!? suffers the most and feels the most undercooked. I feel like the lyrics just needed ONE more revision, because yeah 😭 Everyone's shat on the "Free, no rent" line to death. It could have been so easily fixed to "I let you live here WITH ME, and I don't even charge you rent."

Some of the visuals of that song need work as well. He just starts beating on the little toys representing the townsfolk immediately. It should have shown him looking at them, roughly, as if he's looking for the traitor among them, then start beating the crap out of them.

The "do do do"'s should've been the little guys singing, being on his side, until he turns on them. I'm not smart when it comes to music, lmao, but I think the last verse should have either replaced the do's with some harsh sounding instrument, or start with the toys singing then they stop once he starts beating on him. I've seen people describe the song as too poppy. I think it works for what they were going for Magnifico. He's like Metroman from Megamind. A showboat, the beloved town hero.

There's so many things that could've been fixed with the song without completely changing it. This is how I feel about a lot of the movie and it's just... upsetting. I see SO MUCH good in this movie, but it just... didn't try hard enough or didn't have enough time spent on it. The villain is so confused, but I SEE the vision. If they wanted the well-intentioned but ultimately corrupted villain, they needed to go so much harder with the ending. The way it stands, it kind of feels like his wife and the entire town abandoned him. Because yet it was ultimately his fault, but it was magic that truly corrupted him. And no one helped him? Or showed him sympathy? No one knew? Or I think his wife did. IT'S CONFUSING. It should have ended with the classic: Hero tries to save villain, but villain ultimately causes their own demise. Like Clayton [Tarzan] or Zira [The Lion King 2].

I don't care what anyone says, "At All Costs" is SO FUCKING BEAUTIFUL. It feels like the only song in the movie that got all the love and care a disney song should've gotten.

I like "I'm A Star" lmao. It just feels silly and weird that they dedicated a whole song to these animals we're not given much reason to care about. They show up like once more, Asha doesn't feel like an animal girl outside of her goat. She should've been a farm girl or something.

Sidetracking a little, Asha should've been a farm girl. Or her mother and grandfather should've been. Ex-nay the tour guide thing even though I do like "Welcome to Rosas" it just... it feels too similar to Encanto. A lot of the songs do, but watching Asha explain everything through a song similar to Encanto's soundtrack was a jarring start to a movie I genuinely wanted to give a try.

Back to "I'm A Star," I think a, admittedly weird, change that could have helped it is if the animals turned out to be the people of the town. Think about it. What is the most important thing in this movie? The townsfolk. And their wishes. The animals should have led Asha back to the town and reveal themselves as the dreams of the townsfolk. Show birds for that one lady who wished to fly, show a sloth for the sleepy friend of Asha. Imagine all those animals and beautiful colors in the town square at night dancing. Asha sees them going inside the buildings through windows to the villagers. The idea that everyone is connected doesn't mean much in this story in regards to animals. It doesn't feel like that type of story. But the people! The many different people of the town...

UGH!!! This movie is so infuriating. It could have at least been... not so goofy. I don't think these or any other fix I've thought of would have made it a huge hit, but I wish it could have at least been something more care in it.

I FORGOT TO TALK ABOUT KNOWING WHAT I KNOW NOW

VISUALS ARE STUPID, MAKE NO SENSE, BUT THAT SONG GOES HARD. I love when the Queen shows up like yeah he's bad lol

They should've showed them building weapons or something, like wtf were they doing the whole time? Just building stuff to make shadows for the song?? HUH??

And they should've shown the Queen watching them through cracks in the wall, or hearing them singing, lmao. It was weird she came in and instantly read the room so well.

[laurentidal]

Confundus

Ginny sat alone in the stacks trying so hard to remember the spells she'd need to pass her exams. She knew that she'd learned everything. But ever since that spell backfired, her brain had been a little�� scattered.

That awful Malfoy had been causing a scene again and she so wanted to shut him up. But something happened when she'd cast her spell. The wanted to Confund him. Make him think he was a chicken or something. But he must have been ready, and she ended up hitting herself instead. She shook it off, but in retrospect she probably should have gone to see Madame Pomfrey. Every now and then she would have strange thoughts. Like she was someone else. Her brain must have gotten more rattled that it seemed at first.

Tori - no. Ginny. Ginny got to her feet and sighed. She'd never pass at this rate. None of the spells she tried to cast were working. Not even that basic ones. It's like all her magic had disappeared. But that was impossible. It had to just be in her mind. Maybe once she went home and got some sleep.

Wait, home? She wouldn't be going home until school was done for the year. Why did she think she was going home tonight? What she needed was to find her friends. They always had a way of getting out of trouble. Maybe they could help. But where would they be?

Just then, Harry rounded the corner. Perfect.

"Ginny," he said with a wicked grin. "I've been looking for you."

"Oh yeah?" she asked. They hadn't been together long, but all that time pent up and waiting for it, Tori hadn't waited long to fuck him. Ginny. Ginny hadn't waited long. "And why were you looking for me?"

He reached out and ran his hands along her side, brushing her breast. "No real reason."

Her nipples stiffened at his touch. What had she wanted to talk to him about? It mustn't have been very important. That was another thing. Thoughts were sliding out of her mind with some regularity. She was in danger of becoming the new Neville. And it seemed to happen more around Harry. It must have just been her horniness taking over her brain.

"You want to go back to the dorms?" she asked running a finger slowly along the bulge she saw in his pants.

"Why wait?" he said. "I do have the invisibility cloak. We could do it right here."

He pulled up a large sheet that looked a little different from the cloak she'd seen him use before. But she must have just been wrong. She was so silly. It was his cloak after all. He'd know what it was. She giggled softly.

"People will hear."

"I'll just hex you mute."

That was a good point. She was soooo happy he was so smart. Especially since she couldn't do any magic at all right now. He walked over and hung the blanket across the door to their little room.

"There. Now no one can see us in here."

That wasn't how it worked! Tori had read enough to know that. You had to put it over yourself. Right now it was just a curtain in the door. But. But. Ginny wasn't Tori! She wasn't! And Ginny trusted Harry. Harry knew how his own invisibility cloak worked. He was the smart one. She was just the silly girl with no magic or brain.

"So," he said expectantly. "Strip."

Ginny smiled happily. He was always so direct. So commanding. Ever since they'd met yesterd… Ever since they'd started dating. He told her what to do and she did it. She was a good girlfriend. He pointed his wand at her.

"Muffliato."

She knew that one. It made her quiet. Harry often liked to cast that on her when she was annoying him. It made her so wet that he had so much power over her. She couldn't even defend herself without magic. So hot. She stood there, voiceless and naked as Harry looked at her.

"l can't believe this really worked," he said happily. 'You really think you're her, don't you? And you think this is Hogwarts. And I'm him. This whole fantasy I built for you… Amazing."

Ginny looked at him questioningly but content. She didn't know what he was saying but he was sooooo much smarter than she was. It would have been so silly to ask him anything. She wouldn't have understood it anyway.

"Alright 'Ginny,"' Harry said, pants falling to the floor. "We're going to fuck now. It's going to be ~~magical~~. And maybe when we're done I'll let you come back to reality. Tori's friends will be missing her eventually."

Ginny nodded eagerly at the word fuck and didn't really listen to anything else. If she could speak, she'd have squealed with excitement. Ginny loved to fuck. And after all, they were invisible. She'd been so worried earlier. Why? As long as she had a dick inside her, there was nothing else to worry about. She let her wand fall to the ground as she took a new length of wood and what little was left of her dumb little brain burst completely.

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[bomberqueen17]

ow

lol so. i'm at home after the farm season right. i have so much writing i have been wanting to do, and i have succeeded at doing some of it! i had a brief "ah chicken season is over" hiatus before The Dread Deturkening, and spent that whole thing writing frantically, hence the solarpunk tall ships idea which is still in progress btw-- I did finally start a for real draft version to solicit feedback and now I realize a bunch of people's tumblr handles is not a great way to actually connect so i need to figure out how to do that-- which is beside the point of this post--

anyway. now that it's For Real Hiatus From Farm Season I'm trying to actually get my life in order and not succeeding very well.

Dude's company laid off a bunch of his team and therefore shut down the local office, so he, being the last man standing, had to go in and clear the space out. As part of that, his former desk is sitting in our garage, and I'm trying to clear out space for it in the basement. The basement is a black hole of fuckery because one year ago, some of you may remember, we had our kitchen remodeled, and we had contracted to do it in February but they called us the last week of November and said can we do it now instead, which sure but it meant I had to haul seventeen years' worth of stuff out of the kitchen into Literally Anywhere Else and then they needed me to clear out part of the basement erroneously believing they were putting in a new support pillar, which they weren't, but then they needed me to clear out a path to the back wall of the basement because the electricians needed to install a whole new panel there, so like, ok cool but it just meant a lot of things got haphazardly hauled from one corner of the basement to another in tremendous hurry with no time for keeping track of what's what. So that's a disaster and now's the time to fix it.

I have also been hauling some of it to the attic. I had been using the desk in the spare room for sewing on the days when Dude was working from his office. Since those days no longer happen, I have no access to those machines now, which are stacked in a corner. The basement is now too crowded for me to resume using the little space I'd carved out down there, so I have put some sewing stuff into the attic, which isn't insulated and is rather drafty now. But anyway. I'm rearranging a lot of things and can't make progress on any projects while that's happening.

I got a ton of reorganizing done on Monday evening in the basement (having spent the whole morning hauling shit out of dude's former office, which is now surrendered and locked and all set), and yet more Tuesday, and was hoping to finish it yesterday but Tuesday evening I fucked up my back, it felt all crunchy, and I was really worried until I woke up Wednesday in just torrents of gore, which I realized is my new perimenopausal normal-- I've started to realize that menstruation does fucky shit to all my connective tissues, so I shouldn't actually worry about my lower back destroying itself if it's also Cramp Time. So I spent yesterday absolutely immobile, dosed up on ibuprofen and just like that scene out of the Shining except wrapped in blankets and drinking herbal tea.

I also spent much of yesterday just. Unconscious? Which was weird. I don't know why I'm so fatigued but at least I'm sleeping.

(I also cleaned the oven. Do not recommend, especially not when one's lower back is doing mysterious rice krispie impressions.)

So today I was hoping to get back to work but I do feel like I've been beaten with sticks. Maybe instead I will finish working out how to get people who've expressed interest in beta-reading into a google doc.

A not so hilarious side note is that if I do not have a desk to sit at I have trouble organizing my thoughts?? IDK it's very weird but there are several tasks I need to do where I'll need to have my laptop and a sheet of paper in front of me I think, and my brain is like "illegal unless At Desk" and that's tough shit since I don't have a desk. I had started noticing it over the summer in the cabin where I also don't have a desk. How do I organize my thoughts if I can't Sit At A Desk to do it????? One would think I'd figure it out since i've spent most of my life without a desk of my very own, but. Not so far!!! Not currently.

Also a major thing my brain is Not Allowing me to do is finish preparing for Christmas. I'm not seeing family for Christmas, for the like tenth year in a row because every year we arrange to do it together my older sister fucking flakes out, and this year it was the off year but she flaked out of thanksgiving instead-- i'm not saying she doesn't flake out for good reasons, one of her kids was real sick and i'm not mad, but the fact remains, we're not seeing that bit of the family and she's not letting us make any contingency plans, so my brain is like Fine No Christmas Then and won't let me figure out what to get people for gifts and it is actually a problem because some of those people are kids and are expecting me to figure it out anyway.

argh.

my beloved godfather, my Type A mom's little underachieving alcoholic gay probably ADHD depressed college dropout brother, never was good at christmas presents for us kids either, and still managed to hold it together better than I am despite being in a relationship with a man who wouldn't allow him to tell us nieces about him and so he just showed up to all our family events and was my uncle's "friend" and we all figured it out anyway so there was no point hiding it from us but ugh they still did and i remember us at some point in the 90s, all us sisters sitting together ranging in age from high school down to elementary school and my older sister being like "we all know they're gay right" and us all being like "yeah why can't we just say it" and the oldest sister looking at me, who even then everybody knew was the gay one, and i was like "man i don't know" and we all just solemnly agreed to not mention it...

anyway

he did better than this but he died of lung cancer in '08 so I can't ask him how he managed it. (what i have in my favor is that my dad's side of the family gave me asthma so i never could have taken up smoking, so at least that won't kill me.)

He never got an ADHD diagnosis tho so I can't find out what meds he took. Well, he took whiskey, we know that. It didn't work though. and he wasn't really a loser, i've met so many people who knew and loved him now that i'm an adult and sometimes go around in the city where he lived. even now so many people remember him so fondly. and he bragged about us, his nieces, all the time, all these people know who i am as soon as i mention him. boy i miss him!!!

this is the miracle of the ADHD brain I was fretting about house cleaning and now i'm grieving my long-dead uncle, who of course I knew mostly through the lens of my mother who literally never understood him in the slightest.

[frogsandfries]

Am I numbing?

I ask myself this question a lot.

When I use marijuana, what am I really trying to do?

For one, I don't know how to shut off my anxiety. It's not even anxiety in the way one thinks of anxiety. It's not that I stress out about things like losing my job or my apartment or other negative things that could happen to my life. When they say racing thoughts, they never specify that all of one's thoughts race--I have to run to Target this weekend, I'm hungry, I sure could go for some McDonald's chicken nuggets, I can't wait to get off work and watch that movie that I've been waiting to come out, oh man it's so windy outside, I wonder if it's going to be cold out this weekend, and on and on spin my thoughts.

It's nice to have some kind of ruler against which to train my mind. When I was off my brain drugs, I remember realizing my thoughts were racing (which I never would have been able to recognize without chemical assistance) and I used the methods I've been working on to get my mind to focus on sleeping instead of keeping me vaguely awake. I'd kind of started to master mindfulness and it was a relief, knowing that if I'd done it with chemical assistance, I could do it without.

I think I've spoken long and fondly about the effects of marijuana that aren't necessarily unique to me--cotton mouth, encouraging me to hydrate when I might just not; the munchies, encouraging me to eat when, again, I might just not. I know not everyone gets drowsy when high, but again, that mellow helping me recognize when I'm tired and just give in.

I know a lot of people imbibe extra chemicals to numb and escape, but firstly, I can voluntarily go days, without needing to imbibe; second when I do imbibe, it's like coming back into my body.

So....am I numbing? What am I numbing? What am I hiding from? Am I immune, unlike my father, to chemical dependence? What if the marijuana.....wasn't the problem, but instead.....the pharmaceutical anti-depressants....? Without those in my system--not even in a withdrawal kind of way--I got.....temperamental, like the womb donor. I definitely did not like it, and I did not know how else to make it stop. I was touchier than normal, easily irritated and frustrated by things like my cat's constant whining and crying for over an hour while I'm trying to be at work; and people calling in pissed me off when normally they're just annoying.

But the marijuana was no match for that hair-trigger temper and irritability. And I have not missed that part of my brain. I never, ever want to be like that woman. I wish I could just easily snip out that part of me. However, is it really numbing? Is it hiding, trying to escape, that I continue to use less than prescribed of a prescription drug?

Maybe I'm just not yet able to be that open and honest with myself?

I dunno, I never would have realized that my thoughts race if not for the first time I ever smoked. I may have circumnavigated learning to calm my thoughts by just using marijuana, leading to a situation where I don't need to learn; I can just use chemicals to numb.

I think a little chemical intervention can definitely help you see yourself and your world in a different light. Maybe you like what you see; maybe you don't. I really do appreciate knowing that there is a reality in which I can go straight to sleep without my thoughts whirling on and on. I'm sure if I had the time and the energy, eventually I could teach myself to sleep without chemical intervention. But self-control takes effort and energy. I'd rather devote what I have of those to stuff that really matters and is really important. I lead an incredibly charmed life to be able to fit my marijuana consumption into my spending money. Not to mention, I live in a world where I can just run down the street (in any direction) and I'm not even limited to smoking the plant itself; it's quite fucking amazing.

Anyway, now I'm just exhaustedly rambling and not coming to any kind of conclusion. I will say, the words of one of my professors in college will never leave me: I don't need to make excuses for everything. I don't want to be on the constant defensive with an excuse for everything. I practice every day to take responsibility for my actions. If I'm being irresponsible with marijuana, I want to be open to that (except using it at work; look, some stressors are simply not worth the energy; I don't use it for every hour of every day, I only use it on the insanely busy days and not to a point where anyone would really notice; I just don't get paid enough for the level of stress my job causes me when it gets busy like that). If I'm actually using marijuana to plaster over something or numb it or whatever, I just want to be aware.

I need to be aware. Just because it isn't destroying my liver; just because I'm not getting blackout drunk; doesn't mean that that potential doesn't live in my veins. I'm more intelligent than my father, more keen, more aware and curious and able to ask questions. That doesn't exempt me from a genetic predisposition to chemical/substance dependence and abuse.

I wonder if I'm not just.....over-thinking, maybe verging on.....not quite hypochondria? I've been dependent since I was about eleven, and I fucking know it, and I've never needed chemicals because I have creative and productive things to draw my mind away from my body. It's easy to dismiss my creative endeavors because they're productive, but maybe that's what I'm really hiding and ignoring to acknowledge. I don't need chemicals when I could just grind myself to dust; to go to work and get off work and continue working on things that matter to me, but work nonetheless. I can't really slow down because then, what might I have to face full on in myself?

[hannahhasnofriends]

two people one bed | dream

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summary: famous bed sharing trope!

pairing: dream x reader

warnings: swearing, fluff :)

word count: 1.7k

a/n: this fic was weird to write bc i normally write that the character calls him clay but with the setting it didn't seem right lmao – also psa, i have very little knowledge about constellations but i thought it was cute so i left it in lol

many members from the dsmp decided to take a road trip together (yes they clowned on dream the whole time)

it was a week long trip and it was finally the last day! you'd went cross country, stopping at a few different airbnbs along the way

and at this point, you were kind of over it😐don't get me wrong, it'd been an amazing trip, but you'd had little to no alone time in a week and you were just relieved to be going home after this

until you saw the last house, where someone had to share a bed.... and you and dream had just happened to pull out the two shortest straws…

‘Damn it.’ You mentally rolled your eyes, of course you’d end up the one to share a bed on the last day. You’d been driving all day and considering it was only one night, you had no mental energy to argue over sharing. Dream didn’t even seem phased at the fact, honestly you almost felt bad about how annoyed you were with everyone with how nice he’d been about it all. But he was always like this, he was always kind to you.

That was until you rolled over for the hundredth time that night. The space between the pillow wall you'd built and the edge of the bed was seeming to get smaller and smaller as the night went on. Even though the air was thick in the room, your feet were cold from Dream hogging the blanket and the bed would shake every few minutes from his constant movement. You could tell he was awake even though he was staying silent, and you tried your hardest not to let out an annoyed huff.

Finally, he shifted to peer over the pillow wall. In the dark you could still make out his green eyes and fluffy hair.

"You awake?" He whispered. You groaned internally, literally why does this man want to have a conversation now?

"No."

"Oh come on now, you can't say that and be asleep. I cant't sleep. We should do something." He shifted again so his forearms were leaning against the wall, basically destroying it.

"We are doing something. It's called trying to sleep so we can wake up at a good hour and go home." You sighed, screwing your eyes shut.

"It's only like 1 in the morning, we have plenty of time to sleep. Come on.. please, it'll be fun." Whatever, fine, maybe he'll actually calm the fuck down after this.

"Fine. What the hell can we even do right now." You opened your eyes up again, staring at the ceiling.

"We can go for a drive?" You can hear the smile in his voice. This man's love for driving was absurd.

"Uh how about no? We've literally been in the car all day and I'd rather not go back until we have to." You finally turned to face him, he wore a lopsided grin and a crooked pajama shirt. Cute.

"Fine, fine. How about we just go for a walk, yeah?" You grumbled, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed and grabbing the hoodie you left on the floor. No way in hell were you changing for this, it was bad enough you were even indulging in it.

“Alright,” He grinned in your direction, slipping a pair of shoes on. “We can walk to that clearing with the little pond we saw on our way here, it's not far."

"That's fine but can we please not be out forever? I'm serious about getting sleep." You recalled the place he was talking about, it was pretty over there. Plus, you were pretty sure you could see the stars tonight.

Dream hummed, "Yeah, yeah grumpy. Let's go and be quiet, I don't want to wake anyone."

"Didn't seem to mind waking me up." You rolled your eyes, the audacity.

"Not my fault you got stuck sharing with me." He elbowed your side lightly.

You decided to keep quiet after that, slipping out of the airbnb. It wasn't cold, but there was enough chill to make goosebumps rise on your skin.

The walk there was silent, both of you just taking in the scenery. Your mind was replaying all your favorite moments from the past week, sure you were tired and ready to sleep in your own bed, but you were grateful for the people around you and how happy you'd been the past 6 days. Dream had invited you to come along almost last minute compared to everyone else. He had messaged you one night and told you he was paying for everything and would be happy if you came, and who could say no to that?

"What? What is it?" Dream had his eyes on you as you came to a stop, reaching your destination. "What's with the smile, I thought you were grumpy."

"Shut up. I'm just thinking about the past week. I had a really good time, I'm really glad I came, thank you for inviting me." You rolled your eyes, but the smile stayed put.

Dream hummed, "Me too. Honestly I thought you were gonna say no when I asked you." He chuckled as his arm raised to the back of neck, scratching slightly.

"Really? What makes you say that?" Your nose scrunched slightly, you guys had always had a good relationship, you always enjoyed hanging out with him.

"I don't know! I guess I thought you wouldn't want to spend that much time with me." He was smiling, but you could tell he was being serious.

You frowned, "I'd never say no to something like this. I know I'm 'grumpy' or whatever but I seriously like spending time with you, all of you."

"Thanks, I like spending time with you too." He turned to face you, but you tilted your head up, getting a good look at the stars. Your heart softened at his words, he really was a good man.

There was a moment of silence before you spoke up again, "Do you know any constellations?"

"Uh, I can find Leo probably." His head tilted up to match yours and you snorted.

"Of course you can." You smiled and shook your head, typical Leos.

"Oh, there it is, here look." His finger pointed up at the sky, your eyes following where it led.

"There?" You asked, raising your own finger. Dream shifted behind you, close enough to feel his breath on your neck. He hooked his hand on yours and moved your finger up slightly, "Here." He murmured. His skin was soft against yours, you felt his heartbeat on your back and you could smell his aroma.

Neither of you moved, you could feel him turn his head to look at you. Your cheeks heated and you slowly lowered both your hands. You tilted your head to meet his eyes, your noses were barely touching. The beating in your chest grew faster and your mind whirled as you saw him lean in, just so slightly.

You pulled away and turned around quickly, "We should get back." You cleared your throat. Your palms were still sweating, but for a second your thoughts went blank.

"Um, yeah sure." He shoved his hands in his pockets and started his way back to the airbnb. You stood there for a moment before following after him.

What the actual fuck just happened. You were going to kiss him? Or was he going to kiss you? None of that even matters since you'd just rejected him. You cursed yourself as you kept trudging on.

This whole thing was a hot mess, it wasn't like you didn't like him, it was just you'd never thought about it before. Sure, you'd flirt with him in call or make dumb suggestive jokes, but you'd always assure yourself there was nothing underlying there. They were just jokes.

But now you couldn't stop thinking about it, his soft skin against yours, his heartbeat, the way his eyes looked so intensely into your own. Your brain kept repeating it over and over again, it made you sick.

By the time you reached the airbnb again, you began to hate how you yearned to be touched by him again. That, ok fine, you did want him to kiss you but you chickened out. He didn't help by holding the door open for you when sneaking back inside. You mumbled a thanks, not daring to look at him. You could still feel him behind you as you tiptoed back to your room, which you just conveniently forgot you had to share.

You got situated as fast as you could, climbing back into the bed, holding your breath as you went. You waited to feel the dip in the bed signally him coming to lay next to you. When it didn't come, you peeked at his side, he stood there gathering a pillow and his phone before turning to leave. Your heartbeat sped up again.

"Clay," You sat up before you could stop yourself. "Wait, can- can you stay. Please." Your voice wobbled, but the moments back at the clearing kept playing again and you couldn't just sit there anymore.

He turned around shifting his feet, "Yeah, yeah sure." His eyes seemed to soften at the expression on your face.

Your hand swiped at the pillow wall, this time completely dismantling it and you lied back down. You felt the weight shift as he settled next to you, your breath was still shaky. He lied down facing you, eyes searching your face.

"Hi." You whisper, nerves come rushing back now that he's here again.

"Hi." He chuckles and smiles softly. His eyes are still searching your face, he looks uncertain.

"I– Well I–"

"Listen, don't worry about it. I was dumb I don't even know what I was thinking. We can just forget it." He interrupts you, his eyes darting down and cheeks flushing.

"That's not what I was gonna say." You faltered. He stares quizzically, silently asking you to continue. "Well I-I first wanted to apologize, I was a dick back there. And um.."

The words taper off, lost. You feel his gaze bore into your face, he tentatively raised his arm from inside the covers, hooking your chin with a finger.

"It's ok." He whispers affirmatively. The consequences are instant, your nerves slow and you can only focus on how close he is. His eyes find yours, and he no longer seems uncertain. "Can I kiss you?"

You can only nod, so sure of your decision.

And he does.

[justanotherstarlightmonger]

Vee's birthday project day 3

A/n: I had a really productive day today anddd I feel so great topping it off with a little sprinkle of happiness for my lil baby 💜

Let's get into day 3 shall we??

Day 3: Laugh till you can't scream.

Tagging: @minniesvenus

"So what Im hearing is, you're too chicken"

"Shut up kook, all I'm saying is maybe it's the emptiest ride here for a reason."

"Yeah, the reason being people like you who're too chicken."

"Call me a chicken one more time and you're sleeping on the couch."

"What the fuck, I literally do not live with you."

"Whenever you sleep over."

"Smooth cover up to hide the fact that your brain's scrambled from fear. "

You roll your eyes. Jungkook is insufferable. He's the most daring man you know, and he's not ashamed to flaunt it any chance he gets. Normally you can tolerate it well enough, in fact you even enjoy indulging him with a few bickers here and there, only to see him get increasingly agitated to try to prove you wrong.

But honestly, today of all days?

"It's my birthday, you're supposed to go along with what I say, not peer pressure me to threaten my life."

That struck him speechless, as he scoffed incredulously and stared you up and down. You decided to take it a step further,

"You're welcome to ride it yourself, I'll get cotton candy and wait for you here"

You could almost hear his persona switching, and sure enough, the next second, the boy was holding your hand firmly. "There's no way I'm riding anything alone. Now, where's that cotton candy stall?"

Amusement park dates were overrated, but they were overrated for a reason. It definitely was a fun time, especially in winter evenings when you had warm puffer jackets and thick gloves and numb, red noses. You loved the fact that your birthday came in winters, because that spent so much cuddling and fun outings which didn't have to be cut short because of fear of a heat stroke.

And the fact that Jungkook always made sure that you were all nice and covered up, pulling up your scarf to your nose and pulling your beanies over your ears fondly, while his own cute nose was red and his lashes frosty.

As you walked around, and took some of the more tame rides, your eyes would inevitably fall onto the massive roller coaster that you had convinced your boyfriend to skip out on. And you had to admit, you could almost feel the exciting rush of air on your face and the stomach drops at every sharp turn.

It looked thrilling, no wonder Jungkook wanted to ride it.

And you'd be lying if you said you didn't either.

Just a tiny bit.

~~~~~

Bad idea.

You saw the pale faces of the people getting off the carts as you stood at the front of the line, your hand limp in Jungkook's tight hold, and were regretting your entire existence.

You glanced sideways at the shining doe eyes that convinced you to do the stupidest things.

Would they be too disappointed if you chickened out now?

~~~~~

"Oh fuuuuuckkk" Jungkook shouted, a happy giggle leaving him as the cart took it's first dip and zoomed onwards on the track.

You held on for dear life.

But it was fun, oh it was so much fun. The cold air you had anticipated had been nothing compared to the ice that nipped at every inch of exposed skin you had, and the toe curling anticipation of every upwards slope followed by such steep dips that it felt like you were free falling, had your stomach tickling non-stop.

And you were laughing. You couldn't help it, barely catching breaths in between and holding onto the handle with one hand and Jungkook's arm with the other, you couldn't help the soundless mirth that was paralyzing your body.

And you felt alive.

With Jungkook's happy laughter in your ears, the blinding cold wind forcing your eyes shut, and the lurches at every turn, you finally realized the ride was slowing down.

You opened your eyes and felt the tears that had leaked from them seemed to be freezing in their paths down your face, and when you turned to the light of your life, he had moisture on his cheeks too and the biggest grin you'd seen him wear all week.

Oh yeah, the strange epiphany had been mutual.

On trembling legs, both of you made your way off the boarding platform and held onto each other as the stray giggle erupted from either of you every now and then.

When you were finally coherent enough to speak, you squeezed his hands, "That was AMAZING!" you screamed.

"I knowww! Oh I'm so glad we did that baby!" He bounced on his heels.

"Me too!" You laughed again, "you sounded so funny."

"And you sounded like nothing, I was scared you'd passed out!"

"Nooo." You laughed, "I just couldn't stop laughing!"

Jungkook laughed too at that, and his hands came to rest on your waist, a mischievous glint in his moist eyes.

"What's that look Jeon?" You tilted your head, already suspecting what was coming.

"Again?"

[gabrieldrawsstuff]

Aight fellas, I'm doing a list of canon descriptions of dw characters for future reference, might do a second part with more minor characters

SPOILER ALERT OBV

STRANGER

-THE JOURNAL : "Somehow I'm wearing a coat, so I must've changed my clothes on my way here. I don't recognize myself anymore. I can barely hold this pencil. Has my body changed?"

-DOCTOR : "I see you haven't regained your speech. You need to find another doctor."

-SNAIL : "Your face... What happened to you?

The snail's jaw falls so low, it almost detaches itself from the rest of the body.

You scared me... You barely resemble a human... You should cover yourself..."

SNAIL : "You're so ugly, I feel like puking... You barely resemble a human being..."

THE CRIPPLE : "You, lad. You've got your hands and legs. Strong arms. I beg you!"

MAMA ELEPHANT : "Can't you speak? Did someone take away your voice?"

MAMA ELEPHANT : "Your gob looks like that because of this fiendish air, do you know? I bet you can't speak, because you didn't keep your mouth shut when walking through the woods."

MAMA ELEPHANT : "(...) I know you want something, you leper demon."

MUSHROOM GRANNY : "(...) But you're young and strong."

CHICKEN LADY : "Whaddaya need, poor soul? Hungry, eh? I'd give ya some stew, but what good will it do?"

(I think in polish version it was closer to 'how will you eat it' although I can't be sure)

MIRROR : "You are one ugly bastard. I guess you got what you deserved."

MUSICIAN : "This is our doctor, yes? He is just as brave and good as you are!"

MUSICIAN : "You're not af-fraid of anything!"

WOLFMAN : "Even from afar I can smell your putrid stench. Be glad I don't have an appetite for carcasses, Meat"

WOLFMAN : (after the church dream sequence) "Meat, what's with the big eyes? Hehe... Scared?"

WOLFMAN : (when you nod to a question if you're making a joke of him) "You're a brave piece of meat... and what's more important, one with a sense of humor. 

WOLFMAN : "Are you pretending to be human, or are you just cracking jokes?"

WOLFMAN : "You look tired, Meat. Busy night?"

WOLFMAN : "Have fun, Meat... Just remember to hide that disaster of a face or it's no dancing for you"

WOLFMAN : (when you spare the sow) "My heart sings with joy when I see such selfless kindness. Tell me the truth, Meat. It was you, wasn't it?"

vvvvv

TRADER

-A man, roughly my size, is standing before me.

I can barely make out his disturbingly familiar features through the matte visor of his helmet...

The massive helmet is covered with an old sack and seems to be an integral part of the unnaturally pale body.

-The man reaches out to me with his black hand. It's covered in charcoal... There's something written on his worn, woolen glove.

-Visibly struggling, the man drops the sack from his back and bends in half, as if out of breath. He shakes the dust off his clothes, then rolls up the sleeve of his, seemingly too small, jacket. 

-The old sack covering his body slides down, revealing his chest, covered in horrid growths. It is fused with a porous helmet, pulsating to the rhythm of his breath.

vvvvv

WOLFMAN

THE JOURNAL: "If I'm not delusional, the man whom I met... had the head of a wolf."

FIRST ENCOUNTER: The figure hides its face under the hood. It smells of wet soil and fur.

WOLFMAN: "(...)I barely believe my beautiful eyes... (...) The Wolf smiles, revealing a row of sharp teeth.

AT BARN RUINS: The Wolf makes a quick leap and, bouncing against me with his swollen belly, he puts his paws on my shoulders. He ostentatiously licks his face. (...)

-I notice fresh bloodstains on his fur and feel streaks of his saliva dripping onto my coat. 

-The Wolf takes two steps back. I can only see a row of filthy, sharp teeth underneath his hood.

-The Wolf squeezes my arms and starts licking my face. Once from the left side, once from the right side. (...) His breath stinks of rot.

WOLFMAN: "Thanks to you I feel fulfilled! I got my girl, my sweet little lady back."

-Suddenly the Wolf sends me back with a powerful push and reaches into his coat pocket.

WOLFMAN: "(...) and then nothing wil keep you from getting the fuck out of my part of the woods! Do you get me, Meat? You will pack your bags, dive into that stinking hole of yours and dissa-fucking-pear!"

-Finally he snorts, his thick, yellow spit landing on the photo.

-The Wolf grabs the box and starts sniffing it from every angle. I could swear I've heard his tail moving under his coat.

WOLFMAN: "And what am I supposed to do with it? Bite it until it opens? Your brain must be rotting if you think I will break my fangs for this shit."

WOLFMAN: "An electronic game, eh? About a wolf stealing chicken eggs... hehehe. Good one!I've a soft spot for games, how about you?"

-As I produce the key, the Wolf's pupils widen with excitement.

WOLFMAN: (about villagers) "Those selfish, deceitful wretches! They think they're superior, because they have human gobs. They treat us like lepers! But you know what? Fuck them. We're buddies, aren't we? And them? They deserve to be punished, Meat..."

-The Wolf pierces me with his look and grins. A string of saliva lands on his hole-riddled jacket.

-The Wolf puts his paw on me. I can feel his claws puncturing my skin.

WOLFMAN: (about piotrek) "Meat! Fucking hell, seen that? Hahaha! Seen that? Hahaha! Off he flew, didn't he? OFF HE FUCKED!!! Hahahaha!"

WOLFMAN: "If you wish to spend some more quality time basking in the striking, yet natural beauty of my features before you head off to the Silent Forest, you will find me in my camp in the Dry Meadow."

vvvvv

DOCTOR

THE JOURNAL: "What I do know is that the insane fucker took my key. My only chance to get out of the woods. He also tore out all the pages from my journal."

THE JOURNAL: "The doctor has escaped. So be it. He would only be a hindrance anyway."

CHICKEN LADY: "My sisters! Where did ya find it? It's all that godless quack's fault - devil brought him! All he did was prescribe this and that, scribble this no-good drivel! To hell with them papers!"

-I can feel the doctor's cold hand grab me by the jaw, (...)

-He removes his dirty glasses with a trembling hand and freezes.

DOCTOR: "First they begged for help, now I need to hide from them! I'm just an ordinary doctor! How the fuck was I supposed to help them?! How?!"

-With shaking hands, he reaches for the cigarrete butt between his yellow teeth.

DOCTOR: "I used to come here to treat people. I pulled out kids' milk teeth, delivered babies... (...) Last time I came here was three or four years ago. Then the trees blocked the path."

-The Doctor is visibly pleased with himself and his theory. His hands are no longer trembling. He produces a hand-rolled cigarette and lights it.

DOCTOR: "(...) I have no idea where it leads. I'm a shitty diver. (...)"

-The Doctor stares right into my eyes. Mud drips from his face. He hasn't blinked in over a minute.

- (...)His glasses are so dirty, I barely see the eyes hiding underneath.

-A chunk of mud falls down on his exposed tongue. He chews it slowly and swallows with satisfaction.

-The Doctor puts the muddy hand into his mouth, grimaces and pulls out a yellow tooth. He puts it into the pocket of his torn trousers. The tooth falls through a hole. He does not notice this...

-Slowly he bends down and grabs a thick branch from the ground. He starts biting the bark off of it. He swallows the bark with an effort, but also great satisfaction. He places the stick among other ones sticking out of his mud-covered head.

WOLFMAN: "Well, well. I know this quack. A nonentity, a third-rate witch doctor. Useless fucking clunker... But he still managed to screw you over with that key. Eh, comrade?"

MUSICIAN: "This is our doctor, yes? He is just as brave and good as you are! He helped me. He is helping all of us! He gave me this beautiful mask, so I could be healed of my afllictions. Maybe you could have one too..."

vvvvv

vvvvv

MUSICIAN

THE JOURNAL: "I met a boy in the village. He told me that the "Chicken Lady" keeps the "Pretty Lady" locked in her house. The boy really wants to see her, but the old woman won't allow it."

THE JOURNAL: "I decided to give the key to Chicken Lady's room to the little boy. He thanked me and asked me to bring him his mom's violin (it's hidden behind the wardrobe). He's afraid to go himself, as his parents are supposedly angry with him."

THE JOURNAL: "The boy sure was happy to see the new violin. (...)The kid also told me I should visit him in his parent's home someday."

CHICKEN LADY: (after musician's death) "Maybe it's just that me ears are getting worse, but it's been a while since I've heard that monster outside me windows..."

CHICKEN LADY: "Holy Mother, this creep again! May the devil take him and his blasted violin!"

MUSICIAN: "The Pretty Lady? S-she's... the most beautiful lady in the w-world! I w-watch her through the cracks in the window. S-she ch-changes when I watch her... g-gets more beautiful. I p-play for her... I want her to be h-happy..."

MUSICIAN: "I fished out the Pretty Lady's w-wreath from the river! (...)Oh yes, I will become the Pretty L-lady's husband! We w-will walk hand in hand, s-sir. I will play for her, mister s-sir."

-A skinny little hand emerges from beneath the tractor and grabs me by the ankle.

MUSICIAN: "They will not l-listen to me, they w-won't hear how sad I am, sir..."

-One of the strings securing his mask falls off, together with his ear. The boy reattaches it as if nothing happened.

MUSICIAN: "My m-mom has this beautiful violin! I would ask her to b-borrow it to me, but she's too angry with me... Could you p-please c-convince her to b-borrow it to me? I'll g-give you a card with drawings for her. To apologize."

-The boy turns the game in his hand for a while, but he can't find a way to reach the buttons with his overgrown fingers. The game slips out of his hand and drops to the ground. The wannabe musician freezes.

MUSICIAN: "(...) maybe you could take a wee piece of... m-meat for me? I've never eaten a pig and I've h-heard it's very tasty! W-would you take s-some for me?"

-The boy sniffles and rubs the mask with his deformed hand.

-From beneath the mask you can hear a horribly distorted, resounding voice... of a child?

-The figure tries to turn its head, but its enormous neck makes this task impossible to complete.

MUSICIAN: "P-please let me stay. P-please, don't chase me off. I've got nowhere to... go. The villagers don't a-a-allow me to live in the camp. I p-p-promise I won't p-play anymore! I'll be quiet. You can c-cover me with something, if you don't w-want to look at m-me..."

MUSICIAN: (after gifting you a rat) "(...) I mean, she jumped on my hand and s-started nibbling on my f-finger! I quickly clasped my h-hand and b-bit through its neck!"

-The corners of the boy's mouth turn up in a grotesque smile, exposing rows of overgrown teeth, which even his mask couldn't hide.

-The boy clumsily grabs the ball in his hand. He carefully hides it under his legs, so that it doesn't roll away.

MUSICIAN: "S-sorry! I didn't want to! T-this thing is coming out of m-my body. I... I tried to stop it, but I don't think I can... N-now the whole room is covered with... this. I didn't want to make a mess, I s-swear! Please, don't t-throw me a-away!"

-The boy leans over the violin lying next to his overgrown left hand. He plucks one of the strings with his right hand, clumsily trying to keep the rhythm.

MUSICIAN: "Recently, I've grown quite a bit. My mom always used to say that I need to be b-big and s-strong... to help her out in the field..."

The boy tries to hug his frail knees with the disproportionately massive torso.

"But I... I don't want to be big anymore. It's v-very hard being big. You need to be so... so strong! To even walk.Now my v-violin is... too s-small for me!"

vvvvv

vvvvv

[motleyfuckingcruee]

Rocket Queen

0.6: Late Night Conversations

Henley's P.O.V

It's about an hour later after me and Duff had the conversation in the bathroom. Duff ordered the Chinese food so now we're eating it and watching some stupid movie on TV. I sigh, looking at the clock. It's only one in the morning. Fuck, how am I gonna make it home before my parents notice I'm gone? There's only one obvious answer. I can't. Unless I know for a fact that Hyde won't rat me out for being a minor in a bar, I'm stuck here with the blonde I barely know.

And where the hell is Madeline?

"What's goin' through your head?" Duff asks, breaking me from my thoughts.

I look over at him, then back down at my container of sweet n' sour chicken. "How do you know I'm thinking anything? I could just be enjoying my food."

Duff laughs, setting his container on the coffee table. "You have to be thinking of something. I doubt you're just sitting there not having one thought. That's, like, impossible."

I sigh, laughing a bit. He had me there. "You got me." I set my container on the table as well, losing my appetite almost completely. "I-uh-was just thinking about how I'm going to get home before my parents notice that I'm missing. They'll go bonkers if I'm not in my bed in the morning."

"You could just call them and tell them Madeline had an emergency so the both of you went to her place."

I smile at him. He has this hopeful look in his eyes as if he really wants to help. God he's so adorable.

I mentally groan at that thought. I just met the dude! Get that shit out of your head.

"You came up with that pretty quick."

He smiles, puffing out his chest. "I am the king of excuses," He says proudly.

I giggle, rolling my eyes. Damn, I haven't laughed and smiled this much since before Tommy left. "I'll call you up next time I need help with that."

"So, you still live with your parents, huh?"

"What do you mean still? I am only sixteen, y'know?" Did he seriously forget I told him how old I was not even a few hours ago.

Duff's eyes widen. "There's no fucking way."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I narrow my eyes at him.

"I just mean, you act older. I would've thought you were at least eighteen," He explains, taking a swig from the beer that was sitting on the table.

I really hope that's a new one and not a bottle that has just been sitting there for days. It's obvious he doesn't clean often. I cringe watching him drink it.

"What?" He asks. He looks genuinely confused as to why I was looking at him like I am.

I almost laugh at his look. I, however, manage to keep a straight face. "Please tell me it's a new bottle."

Duff looks down at his drink, laughing as he fully processes my statement. "Oh my God, Henley. You're seriously worrying about how old my drink is?"

I shrug, looking down. I feel my cheeks heat up with embarrassment. Maybe I shouldn't have said anything.

Duff's laughter dies down after I stay quiet for a while. I know it's stupid to feel embarrassed like I am, but I can't help it. I don't like it when people laugh at me.

"Henley," Duff says, his laughter still working it's way out of his system. I don't say anything. "Hey," Duff says, his voice quiet and soft. I look up at him, shocked at how his voice changed in a second. "Did I say something wrong?"

I feel my heart drop. He thinks he did something wrong. In reality, I'm just an oversensitive ass. It's amazing how my "Bad ass aura"-as Madeline would call it-disappears as soon as I'm alone with someone I'm comfortable with. I become overly sensitive with everything. I'm like that with Athena, Tommy, and Madeline. And now, apparently, Duff. Fuck, he's broken down the walls I put up within just a few hours. What the hell is wrong with me?

"No," I say, shaking my head. "I'm sorry. I'm just sensitive sometimes."

Duff's face is once again full of disbelief. Damn, do I really surprise him that much?

"What?" I ask, feeling shy with his eyes on me.

He just shrugs, shaking his head. "I just find it hard to believe that the Henley is sensitive. You're one badass chick."

I laugh at his use of the word 'chick'. "You say that as if I'm some notorious girl that has a reputation."

"You kinda do," Duff responds. I furrow my eyebrows. What the hell is that supposed to mean? "Anyways, you never answered my original question."

"Huh?" Then it clicks in my brain. I never did answer his question. Fuck, I don't remember what it was.

"Uhm, what was it again?"

"What were you thinking about before we started this odd conversation," Duff laughs.

"Oh, right," I respond, looking at the TV for a moment. I turn my head to Duff, feeling a smile spread onto my lips. He's so fucking cute. His smile is absolutely adorable. It's different than other people's. I can't really explain it. He's different than other guys I've met. Yes, he did try to kiss me, but he backed off as soon as I pushed him away. He didn't try anything else and he's kept his distance. "I was just thinking about Madeline. Will she be alright with Steven?"

"I'm sure she'll be fine," Duff answers, taking a swig from that same bottle. "She's a big girl. She can handle herself."

I sigh, leaning back against the couch cushions. "I know, it's just that she tends to not think things through. She gets herself into a shit ton of trouble all because she can't keep her mouth shut."

Duff laughs. "Sounds like someone else I know."

I blush, looking down at my lap. God, his laugh is like music to me. "I usually do a good job at shutting up. I was just a bit tipsy. If I get any amount of alcohol in my system, I can't shut up." The fight definitely sobered me up quick.

"Looks like I'll just have to keep my eye on you from now on," Duff says, nudging my thigh with his foot.

I laugh, looking back up at him. "You think we're still going to hang out after all this?"

"Of course we are. You're stuck with me now," Duff answers, giving me a heart melting smile. Fuck me, he's too good at making me feel.

"You say that like it's a bad thing," I say, deciding to be a little flirty. What could it hurt?

Duff shakes his head, running a hand through his gorgeous blonde hair. "It can be sometimes."

"I can't see how. From what I've seen of you since I met you, you're one awesome person to be around. Steven seems pretty cool too," I say, grinning at him.

"Yeah he is, but I can be-."

He's cut off by a sharp knocking at the front door. Duff groans, reluctantly getting off of the couch. He walks over to the door, opening it with a certain amount of sass. I giggle at him as he places his hand on his hip, jutting his hip out like a girl would. He looks back at me and winks. He's such a dork.

All of a sudden a ball of blonde hair pushes past Duff, toting a smaller dark haired person behind him. I grin as Madeline nearly falls from how Steven is pulling her.

"Stevie slow down!" Madeline yells, looking disheveled.

I take it those two had one hell of a night.

Steven laughs, pulling her into his arms. He kisses the top of her head. She grins, wrapping her arms around his waist. I smile at them. They really like each other. I guess I will be seeing more of Duff after all since Madeline will probably be hanging around Steven a lot.

"Aren't you two just adorable," Duff teases, sitting down next to me again. He's closer to me this time.

Just scoot over a little bit more.

I shake my head, trying to clear that thought from my mind. I focus my attention on the new couple in front of me.

Steven flips Duff off, giving one of his signature Steven smiles. "We're heading to bed."

Madeline and Stevie walk down the hallway without another word. "Don't have too much fun, kids!" Duff yells at them.

He's answered with a door slamming.

I giggle. "So I take it you and Steven live together?"

Duff lets out a mock sad sigh. "Yeah. He's such a pain in the ass."

I shake my head, laughing slightly. I yawn, looking at the clock again. Two o'clock in the morning.

"You tired?" Duff asks.

I try to shake my head 'no', but then my body decides to let out another yawn.

"I'll take that as a yes," He laughs, standing up. "Come on."

I get up, walking behind him. I'm way too tired to argue. Duff leads me into a bare room. The most he has is more records and a mattress laying in the floor. Duff walks over to the dresser that I somehow didn't notice, and pulls out some boxers and a shirt. He hands it to me.

"Here," He says. "I'm sure you don't wanna sleep in those clothes."

I smile, looking down at my feet. "Thank you." I walk over to the bed. "Could you at least turn around?" I turn to see a blushing Duff.

"O-Oh, yeah, right," He says rather flustered. He turns around, his head bent down.

I giggle, then change as fast as I can. "Alright, I'm done."

Duff turns around, a smile on his face. "Okay, well, I'll be on the couch if you need me."

"What? No," I say. "This is your bed. I can sleep on the couch."

Duff rubs his eyes. "I'm too tired too argue. Can we just share the bed? If that's okay with you?"

I nod, already climbing under the covers. I turn to face the wall. I feel the bed dip beside me as Duff gets in.

"Goodnight, Henley," He says almost in a whisper.

"Night Duff."

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Not Out Home

Prologue/Chapter 1

A hundred years ago the human race did the unspeakable, bombs were dropped. Most of the population wasn't prepared for it and millions died as a result. The entire top side of the planet was laid to waste, the land is barren. Constant blowing of hot radioactive winds whip up dust and sand, changing the landscape year by year with large sand dunes. Storms are a constant reminder that our ancestors messed up, these storms drop acidic rain on the soil contaminating it further. Everything that society had known, had become accustomed to was gone in the blink of an eye. Life as they knew it, gone.

You're probably wondering how I know all of this. A small sect of the government foresaw the dropping of the bombs and acted accordingly. They built large complexes made of reinforced materials, not only to withstand the blast but also the inevitable fallout. Small buildings out cropped amongst the wasteland of a landscape. Connect by tunnels underground, and tubes above ground. These tubes are serviced every four years by volunteers, as the blowing sand weakens the tubes reinforced plexiglass. Last year was the last fix year.

I was born in one of these complexes seventy years after the bombs stopped. Growing up in school we learned what life used to be like, what the trees looked like. We learned about the animals that inhabited our planet, what day to day activities those before us did. What I'd give to have been alive during that time. To feel a fresh breeze on my face, to put my feet in a stream.

Everything is recycled, the air that is pushed through our ventilation system is recycled, as is our water. It's collected, purified, and rebottled. And don't get me started on the food.

Why does any of this matter you ask? Well, as a dreamer of times gone by I take the long route wherever I go. I walk through the plexi tubes, staring out imagining what it would be like to take a step out there.

When I saw human foot prints on the outside of the tube and large hand prints on the side I was a little more then startled. We have been told time and time again how toxic the air is outside the walls of our compound. Nothing is said to be able survive out there without the proper suits, even then four hours tops.

Chapter 1

I watched as the sands swirled in and around the steps, slowly covering them. They were definitely human, and large at that. Whoever had made them must have been heavy as the prints themselves were deep. I raised my hand to compare the handprint to mine. My hand was dwarfed by the size and I am no small woman.

I stepped back, dumbfounded, here was someone's feet and hand prints but I saw nothing leading to them or away. It was like they had materialized and vanished back into thin air. I surveyed the tan landscape before me, nothing out of place. Slowly I turned and continued my short walk to work

I work at store the sells the staples of life, preprocessed dinners in four flavors. These bricks came in chicken, beef, pork, and what's that. It's something you just can't quite put you're finger on. Some people say it taste like lamb, others say fish, hence the reason I call it what I do. None of us alive today have tasted true lamb or fish, then again we have never tasted beef, pork, or chicken either.

We also sell bottled water, and a lot of it. Our store also sells clothing, all identical. The same black pants and a polo that comes in four colors, dusty grey, dull blue, dark sand, and white.

When I say our life is boring that is no understatement.

"Julianne, you're late!" Elise, my coworker and best friend stumbled through her whispered words. "You're like never late."

"I was walking the tubes." I caught sight of my boss out of the corner of my eye, so I quickly shut myself up.

"Julianne!" He bellowed, waddling over on short stubby legs. His hair combed over his balding crown. When I said our food was crap I wasn't referring to everyone, just us in lower class. "This is the only warning I'll give, don't not be late again or I'll have them reassign you to the factories."

Elise and I watched as he grabbed a box off the table to our left. He tucked it under his short arm, resting it against one of his rolls. He turned and toddled back to the front of the store favoring his right foot.

"One day I hope he chokes on a sandwich." Elise hissed, crossing her arms.

"Most likely a stroke or a heart attack." I replied, walking into the stockroom. When I said earlier about the whole bricks coming in four flavors that only goes for lower class, like Elise and I. Fat cats like my boss, Robert, are considered upper class. They have a wider variety of foods to chose from.

He was from a wealthy back ground. His grandparents were some kind of oil tycoons before the bombs dropped and they paid a pretty penny to get in the complex. Which pretty much cemented him into a life of luxury. He can go places only other upper class can go. Places I could only dream of.

"Yeah, but choking on a sandwich would not only be far more entertaining but a fitting death as well. Anyway back to your tube story." We loaded a dolly full of boxes with the same dull clothes we were wearing.

"Right, the tube. It's was weird, I saw handprints on the side and foot prints on the ground. But there wasn't any leading to or away from the spot. Like they were dropped there and sucked back into whatever black hole they came from."

"And?" She asked excitedly, I met her eyes. I've been known to make up stories of the could of, would of, should of beens.

"I'm serious, this isn't a story." Fictional books have all been banned. The elites are worried that it'll implant ideas in the lower class that it's safe outside. Thus leading them to opening the compound doors. Not going to lie, I may or may not have a few illegal copies.

"You know as well as I do nothing survives out in that wasteland." She sighed, folding some shirts as she put them on the table.

"But what if something could? It would mean everything everyone knows is wrong."

"Would it be awesome? Certainly, cause no more Pudgy McPudgerson ruling over our lives but it's just not possible. The air is radioactive, so it can't breathe. The water is toxic, so it can't drink and nothing grows out there so no food." She shook her head, blonde hair whipped about. "The outside cannot sustain any kind of life."

"But what if they're wrong? What if they just think the air is still bad?"

"Jules, you go topside, you've seen the Geiger meter."

"Yes, I know and the numbers have never changed. What if it was damaged by the sands, and it's been broken this whole time?" I replied in a hushed tone as someone passed behind us.

"I'm sure they have someone who does maintenance on it, just like the tubes."

"I've been walking the tubes since I was ten. I've seen the crews six times fixing them and not once have I seen anybody doing work on the meter." Grabbing her by the shoulders, I looked her dead in the eye. "Something or someone was out there."

"Okay, fine, I'll humor you. So someone was out there. Where did they go? You said you saw no other prints. So where did they go?" Dang it, she had a point. I let her go, letting out a deep sigh. I felt my shoulders sag. "I don't mean to be mean, but, think about this logically?"

"You're right. It must have been a figment of my imagination." I dropped it, I knew I couldn't make a good point, at least not logically.

The rest of the day was spent stocking shelves and me trying to wrap my brain around the prints. Maybe I had been seeing things earlier or could the wind have displaced the sands to resemble foot prints. That wouldn't account for the handprints on the glass though. The last fix was just over a year ago, surely those would of been washed off in the rain. Then again could the gloves from the protective suits even make hand prints.

I was still deep in thought as I reached my locker. Absentmindedly I retrieved my jacket from it's depths.

"Earth to Jules." Elise waved her hand in front of my face.

"Huh? Sorry, I was thinking."

"Are you taking the tunnels home?" She enquired grabbing her purse.

"Not tonight, I'm going to take the tube back."

"Is that even safe?" Her brows knitted together as her voice raised a notched. There have been rumors of criminal activity that happens in the tubes at night. I have never seen it personally, nor have I ever met anyone who has been attacked either. Normally I don't take them at night, there aren't any lights in them so when the moon is gone or a storm rolls in it's pitch black.

"I'll be fine. Anyway, I'm running low on fare." I responded, shutting my locker. We walked to the front of the store together, Elise shook her head.

"I can spot you, I really don't like the idea of walking them at night." She paused, I turned to my friend, her face was etched with worry.

"Really, I'll be fine."

"Fine, since I can't get you to change your mind, will you at least call me when the home? Just so I won't stay up half the night worrying."

"Okay, mom." I teased, I pushed the door handle to the tube entrance as we parted ways.

I stepped out into the darkness, I inhaled a deep breath. Calmly I started my journey home, my foot steps echoing off the walls. I could hear the faint whisper of the sands as they whipped across the plexiglass. The path before me barely illuminated by the small sliver of moonlight that peaked around the edge of the clouds that were slowly rolling in.

I pulled my pepper spray from my pocket, yet another illegal item that I had acquired. The things you can get your hands on when you know the right people. I had only recently started carrying it after Robert had made a pass at me. He didn't like my response to his advances.

Slowly the tube began to darken completely. It didn't take long before I was surrounded by the inky blackness of the night. I took a slow breath trying to still my heart rate.

There is something about walking in the darkness that preys on your subconscious. Makes you aware of stuff that isn't really there. You see and hear things that aren't real , it's almost like it's hardwired into our DNA. Pareidolia, that's the name for it. Seeing a face in the curtains or hearing a phone ring while the shower is running.

I thought I saw something out of there as I continued walking through the tube. Whatever it was it was a good distance out, it might have been the silhouette of person I really couldn't be sure. Whatever it was, it seemed to be keeping pace with me.

I stopped, my heart slowly accelerating, as I took step to the tube wall. I pressed my face to the cool glass and wrapped my hands around my temples. Nothing just a dark void of nothingness was on the other side.

I had to have been seeing things. If it was out there, it had stopped moving and was no longer visible. I heard a plink on the ceiling of the tube, quickly succeeded by other. I couldn't see, but I knew it had started to rain. I dropped my arms to side and sighed.

I continued my walk home, my fingers gracing the cold glass for guidance. I listened to the song of the rain as it cascaded down from the heavens. Wondering if the droplets were cold or warm. A green bolt danced lazily across the sky. In that flash, I stopped dead in my tracks. The silhouette was still out there, parallel with me, I saw it just out of the corner of my eye.

Thunder rolled, as my heart leapt in my throat threatening jump from my body. My hand tremble against the wall, I knew I saw it. My mind was not playing tricks on me, something was out there. Another green flashed etched itself through the clouds, he was closer this time. He was watching me.

I took a deep breath as the air crackled with a loud rumble. I braced myself, willing myself not tremble as I again stepped up to the tube wall. I placed my shaking hands on the wall completely as I turned.

The sky lit up again, and he was standing before me on the opposite side of the glass. His dark brown hair hung just short of his massive shoulders, stringy from the rain. Mahogany eyes bore down upon me with curiosity. The thunder reverberated through the tube before the lighting had stopped.

It is at this point I wish I could say I stood transfixed, and excitedly watched the watcher watching me. Alas, I did what any normal, healthy person would do. I stumbled back screaming, losing my footing in the process and landed on my rear.

In hindsight, this was not the smartest thing I have ever done. Remember earlier how I said I could hear my own footsteps as I walked? Well, if you have stuck your head in a enclosed glass box and screamed you would know that that amplifies the sound.

Needless to say, my ears were ringing as I sprang to my feet and rushed down the hall. It was disorienting, running in complete darkness with a lazy green strobe light going off. I tripped a couple of time, my heart hammering hard in my chest, attempting to break free. Too scared to turn around to see if he was still there, I ran full speed down the enclosed corridor.

I didn't realize how far down the tube I was, but when my face greeted the door I figured out I must of been half through by the time I saw him. In retrospect, I'm really surprised I didn't knock myself out.

I threw the door open to my building and sprinted up the four flights of stairs. I pulled my keys from my pocket as I reached my apartment, the key shook in my trembling fingers. Finally I was able to get it in the lock. I turned the knob, threw open my door and slammed it behind me. I turned the thumb lock, re-locking the door behind me.

My lungs burned with that raw feeling as I sucked in air. My chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. I have no idea why I ran for my life, it's not like he could get in the building. All doors to the outside were locked and secured, there was no way in.

"What the heck Julianne?" My sister, Sasha, came bounding around from the kitchen to the living room.

"There was," I took a deep breath, locking eyes with confused woman. "Someone out there."

"Uh, yeah, that's what happens when you go to work. There's lost of someones." She smirked, leaning against the wall.

"No, outside." I rushed the window looking down, lighting lit up the sky but the ground was to far away to make anything out.

"Yeah, as I said there are people outside as rule." She jested, watching me in amusement.

"No, I mean outside outside. Not out side our place." I almost shriek, point out the window. "Out there!"

"What?" She rushed over the window, peering out. She turned and looked me, her eyes narrowed as her brows scrunched up. "I don't see anything, I think you hit you head to hard."

"No, I saw him first, then I hit my head."

"Oh, so now it's him?" She grinned, folding one arm over the other.

"Look, I saw foot prints this morning, on the outside of the tube." I stressed the second half of that statement before she could make another joke out of it. "And now I've seen him. How is this possible?"

"It's not, are you sure you saw someone? It's really dark out there." Her face was puzzled at my indignation, I didn't blame her. What I was saying didn't make any sense.

"I saw him when the lighting was going off, not just once or twice but three times. And one of those times he was as close me as you are." I looked back out the window, trying to wrap my mind around the whole ordeal. The phone rang somewhere behind me as I scoured the ground.

"Hey Elise." I heard Sasha in the kitchen. "She's home. And going on about some guy she saw outside the tube.'

'I know, I know. I'm still trying to calm her down right now. She's shaken up pretty good at the moment." I glanced over my shoulder at my sister, sighing heavily. I gave up and wandered back to my bedroom. Trying to explain this to either of them wasn't going to work.

I laid down on my bed, staring up at the white ceiling. His face flashed through my mind. He seem just a surprised to see me as I was of him. I know one thing, I was going to walk the tubes tomorrow to find him again, even if the meant all day

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[the-firebird69]

Watch "[720p] Apocalypse (Post-Credits Scene) || X-Men - Days of Future Past" on YouTube

And we know is tomb is below but you don't know where it is she had better keep an eye on Jason Voorhees because he's not Jamie chomo or Jason is more or less our Father controlling him

This is a pyramid of yours chose to disassemble and it was to not allow any to find the tomb which held the secrets of the morlock and you did it on purpose and the max found it today in the writings and saw this in the movie and wonder who it was her son is going to have Jason Voorhees do it and he's a morlock, he feels he was the most dangerous and he needs to whittle them down to a manageable size and has been doing for years and demanding our son to do it he says you think you're doing that how are you doing it then little boy but you know if you're annoying you just be shut off and you start laughing inside and said I don't understand your stupid for doing it your armies are almost gone and you're not smart I'll tell you survive. Concern getting depressed and said right here why don't you listen to this I pissed on your grave and you were in it I suppose saying you're going to regret that won't really mean anything to you and there's plenty of people who can do your job I mean series ends soon.

Yes for forgiveness nobody said anything little while later you said what do you mean you weren't forgiveness and he's going how are you in here at the same time did you get grafted to me well why don't you start threatening yourself to see. So you start laughing and he says that's good don't be chicken s***. I said screaming it cuz a demon inside me it's half my brain he was scanning him and said you're half full of s*** so demon inside you lying sack of s*** go ahead and keep screaming it ,get stoned. Remember that girl you know really that you stoned here better off to her head up to her neck it's kind of wants to do it back to you I said gulpng you wouldn't stop, he said she was Michael Myers single so what I'm Jason yeah only if I say so I get a life would you a little f****** weird creep there baby the snuff you out of girl new brain shut the f****** instead of sniffling so there's no anything I said you probably shouldn't know that much you get killed a lot opening your mouth giving your brains one out over and over and over since screaming what are you doing here I'm listening f****** bother me. He started laughing he's calling this is tough you're an American and can't stand us at all hearing is starting to catch on as they give me my money or else means it's just like Clint Eastwood it's got my 357 by the way how are you and I have a ton of weapons though instead of cursing you and trying to ride on you to death... Go weace a rug for real

, so Jason get something notices I bet you don't know how and he says I bet I don't really care she's going to sit there and teach me over and over it's so smart he's saying this in his brain no no say go over and it starts weaving so start with a simple one cuz I think it's simple you always messes the pattern I always mess up we'll say it's custom he started crying his eyes were bleeding and so boring you just kept doing it for hours sit okay I'm tired take me to my house I can't your brain is too heavy it says mowing and say no oh my God this is horrible you're a horrible person listen I've been trying to explain some of you I don't want to put up with you I'm a killer qlick run no I'm a killer and you're stupid I killed tons of you. This is I don't want to be here either to do the whole series well I didn't think for a minute I go over there to your body I take over another Jason and I leave you behind in a collapsing pyramid that's the story we have to do is that doesn't sound very good and that was

Jason and Zeus arguing or fighting really and he goes that's not very nice and nothing so it comes day for it to happen this is exactly what are you going to do here because I need a new body you're a piece of s*** that's what it means so as he's leaving Jason says finally I'll be free of you to do what I want to you he didn't say anything and then he leaves in the pyramid is collapsing so I guess when people don't want to see that stuff he was holy s*** he's going to die and he died fully a search for 3 weeks through the rubble finally they found a hand of his and they went around they found the rest of them they smashed complete pulp and rotted to nothing already that's what happens to Jason and his big mouth is acid and threats just like singh here. It's also quite odd because the new body that he inhabits is actually the body of Apocalypse and Zeus version, he partially a resuscitated body of Tutankhamun, the pharaoh and the DemiGod our son controls and is mostly. Leaving Jason behind to die for all this cursing and swears and empathize a little baby and spoiled rotten and the grave is going to mark where the information is the max come pouring in after they find Jason and they say that's enough I'm going to put a memorial in I'm trying to reassemble this pyramid that you wrecked again because you're an idiots and Jason's brother was killed the first time from the collapse and Jason doesn't remember it he will a little shortly. It was during the same ceremony

Thor Freya

It's very confusing to a lot of laymen and not really to a lot of hours but it is a little weird cuz your sister saying he doesn't know I didn't talk to that kid before and it's like what the hell just some a****** it comes out of me like that sort of I have my own show say a different movie and tommy f he knows and he's all done soon. And I am also Pharaoh my name is Nefertiti. The second machine for helping him he thanks it. And the ceremony is a little bit different and he says it's exxona by you when it's not it's the woman who thinks she's lint from the city of sin and that's not who she is but it's where he touches her you're both condemned to death and it revives the money and he's like in love with her and he did kill his own life are you playing the Trump and my husband doesn't know if that's true and doesn't think it is and that's correct so he's with us retarded girl and he thinks that the money might be her his wife and it's not and he's horrified because she simply eats him part of him and he dies permanently and it's right down the row nearby and he does visit the scene and he is monitoring to make sure it goes well

Hera

He shakes his head like gilene did that's funny

Zues I do thank you for my life and this is going to be fun and also very challenging and the difficult assignment you got several before that one of them will be monumental for me I don't think so but it's going to be difficult okay I have to get out of here

This is what's fun and I had to go to real mission so tired of getting bit by fleas everyone is it's not too much colder there it's like 70 but mosquitoes are out

Olympus

[beforethexstorm-archived-blog]

DAZ GAMES rp memes

"I have so many questions."

"What in the hell!?"

"I don't know how much more I can take of this stupidity."

"You sound like Michael Jackson trying to get into a cold bath."

"This is why you don't inbreed, guys."

"What's with the face you made? Did someone just tickle the back of your brain?"

"My life is sponsored by Taco-Bell."

"This is the whitest shit I've ever seen."

"I don't mean to be horrible but that was awful. That sounded like actual hell."

"You're like 30 or something and you're on a spider frame! Get off!"

"Happens all the time when I try to throw an exercise ball in a basket ball hoop!"

"I feel like this is an advert for mid-life crisis."

"Is that a child-friendly version of the Human Centipede?"

"Walk, walk walk? Skip, skip, skip? Fuck no."

"Walk walk walk. Skip skip skip. Tickle. Restraining order!"

"Hashtag stuffed!? What does that mean? Is there someone in the background stuffing a fucking chicken!? Hashtag stuffed!"

"400 likes? That's cute? I get that in a minute."

"Look at him. He's clearly a twat."

"Yeah the man with tissues and a lotion shamelessly not put away has suddenly grown a conscience."

"I'm going to slap you so hard you'll come out of your fucking hoodie."

"What are you learning!? How to not show up!?"

"How about you stop being a massive twat bag?"

"Who are you talking to? Your cake dealer?"

"Okay, that's catchy as shit."

"They all dressed up as Ellen Degeneres and didn't tell each other."

"I just woke up a fucking hour ago, I'm not ready for this shit."

"I do want his jacket. I'd own that shit."

"Felt like I've just done drugs and woken up here, but everything's fine."

"The earring looks like a fucking chandelier."

"He looks like where's Wally."

"Can I not go away for five minutes without you killing someone?

"I thought I was just texting, not depleting my sperm count."

"Oh well. I shook him three times and he didn't get up. He's dead."

"You're like one!"

"We'll do fuck-all."

"Girl, you need to shut the fuck up."

"Why is her name in someone's mouth? She's got a lipstick brand? I don't know, I'm just trying to put two and two together."

"Oh shit, love. She likes her marshmallows medium rare."

"That is just so medium-rare it's non-existent."

"Alright. Before the underage porn comes in, we're going to leave it there."

"Being ugly is not really going to affect anyone. Let me tell you what really affect people: being a bitch!"

"You look like someone stepped on a goldfish."

"I don't even get in a jacuzzi with strangers, let along with a crocodile in a lake!"

"Stop stroking it! What's the matter with you!?"

"Is that a coconut cup? I want a coconut cup!"

"Stay dazzling!"

"Is it turkey time? It's turkey time!"

"Oh for fuck's sakes. You had to pop up from somewhere, didn't you?"

"Don't sing to the drumstick! Eat it!"

"It's a fucking feminist thing, isn't it? It's Buzzfeed, of course it is."

"I'm six foot fucking tall and almost the same sideways."

"I constantly have to remind myself that I can't punch a woman but you know what? You want equality? Let me punch you."

"You pasta-eating moron."

"That's because no one gives any seven shades of fuck!"

"Oh. Okay, Harry Pharrell fucking Potter."

"It's people like this I want to pUNCH."

"Ugh, God... Why do Youtubers rap?"

"I think there's something you wanna confess to your mother. You're the one who fucked up her pillow cases. Seriously, what the fuck are you wearing!?"

"I got an idea. How about fUCKING NO?"

"What's the matter with you!? Where's your parents!?"

"I had a gay moment just there and I think all men have gay moments. Especially when talking about Lady Gaga. And it's okay, alright?"

"I can't stand those poofy dresses. You're always having to hold them up and move along like you're moving a fucking fridge."

"I think you got the wrong photo here, because this just looks like a Victorian funeral."

"It just doesn't rain spunk on every Wednesday!"

"Yes, you have my permission to punch him/her/them in the tits."

"You know when you get so many jokes and your brain stops working? That's what happened."

"Aw, look at our little boy. He's like a mini 50 Cent. He's a 5 Cent."

"There's so much autotune when you sing that you sound like R2D2."

"Man... Someone's got daddy issues."

"Fuck, is that his soul or is he vaping?"

"That's me. Your boi."

"Okay, if you keep doing that, I'm gonna have to rip your head off."

[kpopgurlz]

Just a little crush

The situation: you moved to South Korea to become a dancer and although your speciality is ballet, you take a job as a backup dancer for Dean's company to pay the bills. The first time you meet Dean in person he finds you sobbing as you read another rejection letter from Kirvo ballet company. You've been dreaming of dancing for this company since you were a little girl and after being rejected in the states you moved to Korea to audition again.

Dean: hey are you ok

You wipe your face quickly to avoid looking as pathetic as you felt.

Y/n: oh I'm sorry I didn't know anyone was still here.

You turn towards Dean and he hands you a tissue.

Y/n: thanks

You take the tissue and walk away as quickly as you can. Of all people to see you crying it had to be Dean. (Fuck your life). You round the corner and tears spill down your cheeks despite your best efforts to contain them

Dean: Hey! Wait a minute

Dean catches up with you even though you didn't wait for him.

Dean: you want to grab some food with me?

You look at Dean in confusion then disbelieve. Why was he asking a crying stranger to have dinner with him. And almost like he read your mind he answers your question.

Dean: when ever I'm having a shitty day good food always makes it a little better... You don't have to talk you can just eat and leave, my treat.

You nod your head yes and he holds his hand out for you to take it.

You two get in his car and you drive off in silence. You look out the window to avoid conversation. With out realizing it you nod off and once you wake up you notice you're in a residential area.

Y/n:where are we?

Dean:do you normally fall asleep around strange men?

You sit up straight and ball your fist up

Y/n: where are we!

Dean notices you serious disposition

Dean: my place... You fell asleep so I figured we could just eat at my place. Don't worry I'm not a crazy person.

You sit back and fold your arms.

Y/n: Crazy people don't usually say their crazy.

Dean laughs

Dean:yea I guess your right. But if your not feeling up to dinner I'll call you a taxi to take you home.

He picks up his phone as he brings the car to a stop in front of a stylish apartment building

Dean: so...?

Just then your stomach growls loudly, you haven't have a chance to eat all day so you're actually starving now.

Y/n:I could eat.

The two of you exit the car and as you walk into his apartment he places his things down and picks up handful of delivery menu's.

Dean: pick your poison.

You smile at him and pick a chicken place.

Dean :you drink?

Y/n:you trying to get me drink or something

Dean: oh no not at all I just thought.

You start to laugh amused that he took you seriously, and he joins in. Dean orders food and drinks then shows you to the bathroom so you can shower. Before he can walk off you grab his wrist to stop him

Y/n: why are you being so nice to me?

He looks away from you in a shy manner, and you can tell he's starting to blush.

Dean: I don't know...you looked sad I guess

Y/n: oh so your just the hero type?

Dean: no... I guess I kind of have a little crush on you, maybe, kind of.

The cuteness of his confession makes you blush. All your life the only thing that's ever mattered to you was ballet, so you've never even had a boyfriend. Sure you had one or two crushes when you were younger but since then you completely shut down that part of your brain. In addition, tons of dudes have confessed to you before but you use to just brush them off. But why was dean's confession filling your stomach with butterflies and most importantly why were you getting wet. Without thinking about it you stand on your tip toes to kiss dean's cheek, then rush into the bathroom, heart pounding.

After you shower you see Dean has left a change of clothes for you outside the door so you put them on and can't help but notice they smell like him.

You enter the living room and see him there hair wet in his PJ's with the food and beer in his hands. You rush over to help him and the two of you lock eyes for a moment.

Y/n: where do you want this?

Dean: the counters fine

Both of you set the food and drinks down and awkwardly stare at each other again. You walk closer to him and take the towel from around his neck to finish drying his hair.

Y/n: can't let you get sick on my watch.

Dean rest his hands on your waist then removes then quickly and put then behind his back.

Dean:sorry

You smirk at him

Y/n: it's ok. I mean I kissed you after all

Dean leans closer to you so your faces are just inches away from each others

Dean: why did you do that?

You turn your face away from his

Y/n: I don't know... You just looked really cute at the time.

Dean places his hands back on your hips and pulls you closer slowly. He rest his lips on your ear and his breath sends shivers up your spine and throughout your entire body.

Dean: what's that supposed to mean

You turn to face him again and kiss his lip gently

You break away from the kiss

Dean: what was that...

Y/n: let's eat

You sit at the counter without looking at Dean and open a beer and start to chug it. Dean sits next to you and opens the food looking confused by your behavior. Your were confused by your behavior too. Why where you acting so hot and cold with him? He was being so nice to you and although you had been working as one of his dancers for almost 3 month's now, until tonight he was just another employer to you. You struggle to think over the sound of your heart beating in your ears. You reach for a piece of chicken after you finish your beer in one gulp. Then you spot Dean staring at you from the corner of your eye.

Y/n: still crushing on me?

You hate yourself for that remark and cant help thinking Why did you just ask that? Why are you trying to make him not like you? (Fucking Virgin! Stop acting like a crazy virgin!)

Just then Dean takes a beer and chugs it as well to your surprise. Once he finish it he slams it down on the counter and digs into the chicken with you.

Dean: why were you crying?

You pause. And Dean look at you like he said something he shouldn't have

Dean:sorry

You get up and walk into the bathroom to retrieve your rejection letter. When you come back you the living room you find Dean standing there contemplating his words

Y/n: why are you worried I'm the one they didn't want.

Dean looks up at you as you hand him the letter and sit back down at the counter to drink a new beer. Dean reads over the letter carefully before sitting next to you.

Dean: you can always try again

You finish your drink before answering him.

Y/n: this is the second time they rejected me

Your eyes water again, but this time you don't try to stop it as you open another beer and chugs it. You slam the empty can on to the counter as you stand to your feet. Dean looks at you wide eyed

Y/n: all my life this is the only thing I have ever wanted. Do you know how that feels? working everyday your entire life to only be told you're not good enough! I let dancing consume everything I am! And I thought if I moved here to really show my dedication then the universe or what ever would reward me.

Dean looks at you with a hurt look on his face. He grabs another beer and hands you one after he opens it for you. He opens his and raises it in the air

Dean: tonight we are going to eat and drink as much as we want and in the morning, after the hangover, we start grinding again. You want to be a ballerina I want to be bigger than Michael Jackson

Dean looks you in the eye, and you smile as the both of you cheers and chug. As the two of you eat and drink the night away, both of you tell stories about your childhood, dreams and aspirations, and you start to think about the fact that you've never told someone this much about yourself. Then Dean smiles at you and the world seems to stop

Y/n: I think I might have a crush on you

Dean stops mid sentence.

Dean:what?

Y/n: what?

You avoid his gaze

Dean:you just said something

Y/n: no I didn't

Dean drags his chair closer to you, and once he sees you trying to move away from Him he holds your chair in place. And turns you so your knees rest between his thighs. He turns your face towards his and looks you in the eyes

Dean: what did you just say?

You start to feel hot all over and find yourself having to readjust in your seat because his gaze is causing you to gush at your core. Does he know how hot and bothered he's getting you? You think he must. No one is this oblivious to things like this. He probably does this all the time. You're just another notch on his belt. You have to be... right? This isn't the first time someone has tried to make you their conquest. You've always been able to brush them off but why is it that when he looks at you, you want to throw caution to the wind and follow him where ever he leads. It must be the alcohol. This is after all the first time you've drank outside of your tight comfort zone.

Dean: I should get you to bed... You can sleep in my room and I'll take the guess room.

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And we know is tomb is below but you don't know where it is she had better keep an eye on Jason Voorhees because he's not Jamie chomo or Jason is more or less our Father controlling him

This is a pyramid of yours chose to disassemble and it was to not allow any to find the tomb which held the secrets of the morlock and you did it on purpose and the max found it today in the writings and saw this in the movie and wonder who it was her son is going to have Jason Voorhees do it and he's a morlock, he feels he was the most dangerous and he needs to whittle them down to a manageable size and has been doing for years and demanding our son to do it he says you think you're doing that how are you doing it then little boy but you know if you're annoying you just be shut off and you start laughing inside and said I don't understand your stupid for doing it your armies are almost gone and you're not smart I'll tell you survive. Concern getting depressed and said right here why don't you listen to this I pissed on your grave and you were in it I suppose saying you're going to regret that won't really mean anything to you and there's plenty of people who can do your job I mean series ends soon.

Yes for forgiveness nobody said anything little while later you said what do you mean you weren't forgiveness and he's going how are you in here at the same time did you get grafted to me well why don't you start threatening yourself to see. So you start laughing and he says that's good don't be chicken s***. I said screaming it cuz a demon inside me it's half my brain he was scanning him and said you're half full of s*** so demon inside you lying sack of s*** go ahead and keep screaming it ,get stoned. Remember that girl you know really that you stoned here better off to her head up to her neck it's kind of wants to do it back to you I said gulpng you wouldn't stop, he said she was Michael Myers single so what I'm Jason yeah only if I say so I get a life would you a little f****** weird creep there baby the snuff you out of girl new brain shut the f****** instead of sniffling so there's no anything I said you probably shouldn't know that much you get killed a lot opening your mouth giving your brains one out over and over and over since screaming what are you doing here I'm listening f****** bother me. He started laughing he's calling this is tough you're an American and can't stand us at all hearing is starting to catch on as they give me my money or else means it's just like Clint Eastwood it's got my 357 by the way how are you and I have a ton of weapons though instead of cursing you and trying to ride on you to death... Go weace a rug for real

, so Jason get something notices I bet you don't know how and he says I bet I don't really care she's going to sit there and teach me over and over it's so smart he's saying this in his brain no no say go over and it starts weaving so start with a simple one cuz I think it's simple you always messes the pattern I always mess up we'll say it's custom he started crying his eyes were bleeding and so boring you just kept doing it for hours sit okay I'm tired take me to my house I can't your brain is too heavy it says mowing and say no oh my God this is horrible you're a horrible person listen I've been trying to explain some of you I don't want to put up with you I'm a killer qlick run no I'm a killer and you're stupid I killed tons of you. This is I don't want to be here either to do the whole series well I didn't think for a minute I go over there to your body I take over another Jason and I leave you behind in a collapsing pyramid that's the story we have to do is that doesn't sound very good and that was

Jason and Zeus arguing or fighting really and he goes that's not very nice and nothing so it comes day for it to happen this is exactly what are you going to do here because I need a new body you're a piece of s*** that's what it means so as he's leaving Jason says finally I'll be free of you to do what I want to you he didn't say anything and then he leaves in the pyramid is collapsing so I guess when people don't want to see that stuff he was holy s*** he's going to die and he died fully a search for 3 weeks through the rubble finally they found a hand of his and they went around they found the rest of them they smashed complete pulp and rotted to nothing already that's what happens to Jason and his big mouth is acid and threats just like singh here. It's also quite odd because the new body that he inhabits is actually the body of Apocalypse and Zeus version, he partially a resuscitated body of Tutankhamun, the pharaoh and the DemiGod our son controls and is mostly. Leaving Jason behind to die for all this cursing and swears and empathize a little baby and spoiled rotten and the grave is going to mark where the information is the max come pouring in after they find Jason and they say that's enough I'm going to put a memorial in I'm trying to reassemble this pyramid that you wrecked again because you're an idiots and Jason's brother was killed the first time from the collapse and Jason doesn't remember it he will a little shortly. It was during the same ceremony

Thor Freya

It's very confusing to a lot of laymen and not really to a lot of hours but it is a little weird cuz your sister saying he doesn't know I didn't talk to that kid before and it's like what the hell just some a****** it comes out of me like that sort of I have my own show say a different movie and tommy f he knows and he's all done soon. And I am also Pharaoh my name is Nefertiti. The second machine for helping him he thanks it. And the ceremony is a little bit different and he says it's exxona by you when it's not it's the woman who thinks she's lint from the city of sin and that's not who she is but it's where he touches her you're both condemned to death and it revives the money and he's like in love with her and he did kill his own life are you playing the Trump and my husband doesn't know if that's true and doesn't think it is and that's correct so he's with us retarded girl and he thinks that the money might be her his wife and it's not and he's horrified because she simply eats him part of him and he dies permanently and it's right down the row nearby and he does visit the scene and he is monitoring to make sure it goes well

Hera

He shakes his head like gilene did that's funny

Zues I do thank you for my life and this is going to be fun and also very challenging and the difficult assignment you got several before that one of them will be monumental for me I don't think so but it's going to be difficult okay I have to get out of here

This is what's fun and I had to go to real mission so tired of getting bit by fleas everyone is it's not too much colder there it's like 70 but mosquitoes are out

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