#This is reality. I ain't speaking truth

[jaythelay]

Was volition ever making real money after SR2? Sure, SR3/4 had the previous titles to ride off of into a hype train, but like...

Anytime were they a good company after SR2? I genuinely called they weren't gonna last going with the genuinely immedietely outdated nature and artistry they went with.

It was inherently not it's own style at any point. Felt like every conceivable element was a toe in a pond by actual children who didn't see a single bit of art that wasn't oldschool gamer mid 2000s youtuber tropes.

Like I'd call the entire writing, artistry, characters, and themes, an AVGN knock off.

Good riddance. Be an example of why not to aim your audience at 2000s 13 year olds in the 2010s and 2020s. It wasn't even cool or funny then ya'll.

[trynafindbarbiee]

ENOUGH IS ENOUGH NOW

I didn't thought I would do it, because it's only gonna waste my time and energy but y'all are getting out of your boundaries now.

None of this matters to me at all. I'm not obligated to prove myself; it's ultimately futile in my opinion. Although I've proven myself two or maybe three times already, I'm living my life peacefully, so why should these miserable people matter to me? I won't even remember after a while nor your pathetic opinions about me 💀!!

No matter what I say, there will always be doubters, and there will always be those who believe. It's not my job to convince people of my experiences or beliefs, and I don't have to prove myself to anyone. I'm living my life peacefully, and I don't need external validation from anyone. I'm grateful for my experiences, and I don't need anyone else's approval to know they're real.

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Why are you charging money when u have manifested trillions of dollars in the void :

I could manifest endless money into the void, but that's not the case. Even after entering the void, we still have jobs, we eat, we sleep, we live normal lives like ordinary people. There's a renowned blogger on Tumblr (I won't name her) who has also entered the void yet continues to work. Helping people through my abilities is my choice and I like it and so I seek compensation for it.

Even after entering the void and manifesting various things, you will still desire activities that bring you joy. You will starting to want to live a normal life. Eventually, you will become accustomed to manifesting everything instantly from the void, and it will cease to excite you.

If I really wanted to scam, I could have charged $500 or so, but I didnt, and still being called out as a "scammer"? $12 ain't gonna make me rich.

While there have been scammers within the community, it does not follow that every person offering a paid (and reasonably priced) service is a scammer.

You can't manifest for others :

How dumb of you all to say this.

"everything is possible"

Proceeds with "you can't manifest for others, stop lying"

Ultimately, it boils down to one's assumptions. If you believe it's a scam and that it won't work for you, then that will likely be the outcome. Is that not so? Now, do I gotta explain all the fundamentals to you all?

IT IS POSSIBLE TO MANIFEST FOR OTHERS (speaking from my own experience), and if you think otherwise, you simply have a limited mindset.

"It will only happen in your reality, not theirs." Not everyone believes in the existence of infinite realities, and it's okay to have different beliefs. However, if you do believe they exist, then this is what the truth would be, FOR YOU.

You are a male/boy, because your payment account is having a name of a boy :

I'm astounded by the sheer ignorance and absurdity in some individuals questioning someone's gender based on the name on the name of the payment account.

Are you all seriously assuming I'm male just because the account name is masculine? Common sense seems to be lacking here. I'm using my cousin's account. Is there a problem with that? I am merely utilizing my cousin's account. Please refrain from making such baseless assumptions.

She shows you her writings as proof and the photo she says as proof is her necklace and phone photo :

If you choose not to believe them, then so be it. What do you want me to do? To me, they are sufficient as "proof." If they are not for you, then fine, I won't put myself in a situation where my privacy would be breached just for the sake of "PROVING" to you that I really entered the void.

First, you all desperately demand proof, but when someone provides it, you claim it's fake. Nevermind, be stuck in this cycle:)

Why on earth do people persist with these baseless assumptions and relentless demands for validation? It's utterly draining and disheartening. If my evidence isn't enough, there's absolutely nothing I can do. What else do they expect? It's not my responsibility to prove my authenticity to anyone.

Read this ask

Reading that you should have realised that nothing can ever be enough for you all as proof.

And if you don't believe in those then why are you even in this community? What is making you believe those writings of others saying, you can have your dream life in a day, are true?

"trynafindbarbiee you don't have to deal with these manifest things, you can enter the void instantly anyway, why don't you live your life instead of wasting your time here?". - shouldn't it apply to all bloggers now? 💀

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Anyone who's charging for their services isn't a scammer always. Accusations of such reflect a limited mindset. It is indeed possible to manifest for others, and some individuals in this community have successfully done so.

The community has become more cautious about distinguishing fraudulent offers from authentic ones. I find it absolutely hilarious that you all label such offers as a scam, as if $12 could somehow make a person rich overnight. It's honestly quite amusing!

Now, one bad comment about me = BLOCKED !! I don't have time to waste on limited minded peoples, who not knowing a thing about me, proceeds to call me a scammer.

So, now, stop with your pointless assumption about me. And do better + get a life <3

And THANKYOU to everyone who are still with me and refusing to believe the nonsense going about me on here. I may not reply to your postive asks but know that I love you all !! 🤝🏻💞

[notesfromthepalace]

The Nara Smiths of this World

I'd like to begin with saying in no way, shape, or form, will I be bashing the beautiful Black woman, wife and mother, Nara Smith. I actually aspire to be like her.

I also prefer content and media (both digital and physical) that cater to the life I have been creating for myself:

Led by God

With a God-fearing man (soon to be my fiancé - then husband, God-willing),

As a wife and mother,

While having the time and ease to do things that bring me peace and happiness like basking in the sun, working out, creating dinner experiences, rolling in academia - simultaneously having a career with a lower tempo, hints my transition from one career field to another (another post for another day).

I love watching her content, especially all of the dishes she makes from scratch.

But what upsets me, are the Black women that make a mockery of her lifestyle and make the excuse like "who wants to be a traditional wife" or "ain't nobody got time for all of that" and people saying that her lifestyle is unrealistic.

Lets be real.

A lot of women who bash Nara Smith are jealous.

Nara Smith is a young woman who is also a model, married, with two children and a third on the way.

Besides being a model, what about my previous statement is unrealistic or unattainable?

"Well who makes everything from scratch like that?!"

Everyone outside of the United States of America, darling.

I implore all the women who read my blog to please travel outside of the United States. Everyone makes everything from scratch and not only is it healthier, it taste amazing.

My first experience in Europe was the Summer of 2017, as an intern at the University of Science and Technology in Bydgoszcz, Poland.

While interning, I also traveled to Germany and Amsterdam.

During my tenure in Europe, I walked everywhere, used public transportation (it was clean, on time and efficient if I may add), went to people's homes where they made their authentic dishes and simple ones from scratch - while simultaneously losing 15lbs, and not on purpose.

Making your desired entrees from scratch versus using products that are processed and already made with preservatives are better for your health. Not only do you taste the difference but you will feel the difference.

Back to the point of women being jealous of Nara Smith's more traditional lifestyle and leisure:

The unfortunate truth of this - speaking as a Black woman with real Black Women experiences - so many Black women are truly perturbed by Nara's choice to take the time to cater to her children, household and husband as she does.

I think most of this disturbance comes from the fact that as Black women, we're told from early youth to work so hard and earn so many accolades where we do not need a man/husband and to not submit to the idea of motherhood and marriage until you receive every possible degree, award and accomplishment - which turns into us working just as hard as men to achieve a certain status, settling down in our mid 30s, yikes!

I have recently transitioned from one career field to another due to my desire to not only become a wife, but a mother.

But not an overworked wife who does not have time to cater to herself, household and husband, but a mother who has the time to be as hands-on as possible, make dinner, be a part of the Parent Teacher Association (PTA), etc.

This was my reality as a child. My parents were married; My father had a career that pulled him away sometimes but he was providing a comfortable life for my mother, sister and I. My mother chose to have an at-home daycare so she can make my sister and I breakfast in the morning, be home to receive us after school, help us with our lessons, and put us to sleep. She was intentional with her career choice so she could cater to herself, take care of her home and her family.

And there is nothing wrong with a woman choosing to still work to have some independence, but choosing a career that is not as demanding that she sacrifices her family for it.

I brought all of this up due to conversations I had with women in my previous line of work who tried to convince me that I could "have it all" as they like to say: meaning that I could have the demanding career and title, be married, and have children.

Anyone who knows me personally, knows that I am extremely observant. During the last four years in my career field, I paid attention and listened quite carefully to the women who had children in both orthodox and unorthodox manners. The women who were married, with a child or children said all of the following:

"There was a time I spent a year away from my child, leaving them at three months of age."

"I was on my feet working just to go home and still be working."

"I got divorced because he couldn't understand that I wanted a certain level of success and being at home would not push me towards that goal."

"I don't even have time for myself."

"I have missed so many important moments."

Mind you, there's more. And I'm not saying that you cannot be married, with children and have a demanding career. I just believe it is irresponsible for older career woman to perpetuate the narrative that you can have 100% of everything all at the same time - when it's not true. Something or someone is going to be neglected.

So when I chose to transition out of my previous occupation, all of these women kept trying to persuade me to stay, but then I looked at their lives, it was not what I wanted:

Woman 1: Divorced with a boyfriend, three children (two different fathers) - spent months at a time away from her children, struggles with being feminine; Top of the food chain at work.

Woman 2: Married closer to 40, one child, lives a flight away from her husband to keep her demanding career, spends weeks away from her son.

Woman 3: Divorced, two children, sleeping around (with people we know) and the joke of our department, falls in love fast, one son has joined a gang, ex-husband is in-and-out of jail; Has worked for our organization for 15 years.

Woman 4: Left her newborn after two months to take a position in another country for a year, marriage suffered tremendously, also another "big dog" for the organization.

Now, as a woman who wants the lifestyle I already described in the paragraphs at the beginning of my piece, are these stories that I would want to emulate?

ABSOLUTELY NOT!

I won't go as far as saying that this is every woman's reality who has a demanding career, but even the women who stay married and have children have also told me that their marriage suffered tremendously and there is a closeness they lack with their children.

And again, that statement is not for the totality of working woman, but it's a shared experience of most.

When I told multiple women that I am ready to be a wife and a mother I was told I would regret it.

I don't and I won't.

I've had a job since I was 16; I have dated, traveled, lived in the city and suburbs on my own, and my truest desire is to live a life of leisure and peace, with my future husband and children.

So, for the girlies who are ready to settle down, leave the busy careers behind, do it!

Side bar - I just turned 26, I want to have my first child before 30 (and after I am married of course).

And do not, I repeat, DO NOT allow people's opinions, especially your Black female peers (it is what it is), to dissuade you from the lifestyle you truly desire, because they are the same women who complain about how miserable they are because of their choices, and misery loves company.

Choose your family, choose love, choose yourself.

With Love,

Sarah Chanel

[nekoninja24]

Fanficton with Legos! Happy Rogueneto Week!

Late one evening, Magneto called upon Rogue in secret:

"Please, Rogue, I must speak with you!"

"Now ya wanna talk?! After what ya did to Logan?"

"I reckon I oughta knock ya back inta next Tuesday, Magnus!"

"Rogue, you don't understand, that wasn't me!"

"What kinda fool do ya take me for, Magneto?"

"I can explain and I would to your fellow X-Men if the circumstance allowed for such transparency. The truth of the matter is." He paused a moment to sigh. "Five minutes. That's all I ask."

"Fine," she said reluctantly.

"You were cloned? That's the story you're going with?" Rogue asked, after hearing him out.

"It's not a fabrication," he insisted, yet again, as they stood in the dark. "And hardly the most ludicrous of events to transpire to myself or one of your teammates," he countered.

"If ya had said Sinister had done it, sure, I could see that, sugar. But Beast?" she asked. "That big old pussycat could never."

"The monster posing as your friend, is far from benign. He is an imposter, from another reality and will bring ruin to us all.

"And ya just expect me ta believe you?"

"One could hope. I've never lied to you before, Rogue. I have no intention of ever doing so. Perhaps, my aspiration is simply that you'll take this warning to heart and with the support of your team, confront the man and his wicked machinations."

"Well, it couldn't hurt ta ask and set the record straight. Scott would wanna know about your accusations, even if ya are full of it."

"I can assure you, I most certainly am not," he replied with a glint in his eyes.

"Rogue, do you believe him?" Scott asked, after Magneto relayed his tale once again.

"I want to," Rogue admitted. "But, this is an awful lot of trouble to go through if he's lying. I wanna go talk to Hank about it, settle this. But if Magnus is lying, all he's managing ta do, is get us all in one place mad as a group of cats after a cold bath. He ain't doing himself any favors."

"Rogue's words speak true," Ororo offered.

"But do Magneto's?" Scott asked, his eyes narrowed in distain for the older mutant.

"Only one way to find out," Magneto smirked.

"So, Hank, care to comment?" Scott asked.

"What a truly outrageous- Get them!"

“X-Men defend!” Scott screamed.

"Rogue, no!"

"X-Men, attack!"

"Yay, we did it!

"Are you alright, Rogue?"

"Yeah, I'm okay, sugar. But it's nearly midnight, we should both get some sleep."

"Lead the way."

"Magnus!" Rogue exclaimed, as she laughed.

[axailslink]

Cocky Bitch

Stud!Riri Williams x poc FEM reader

Summary: you were talking like you were big and bold and now Riri wants you to be bold in front of her. She calls you and you tell her your true thoughts.

You're a giggling mess as you look at your phone and send the message you've been pondering on for about a good five minutes. You’d paced the room for a while in hopes that you'd send it eventually but it took a while Riri ain't one to play around with you especially if you are trying to rile her up. You take a deep breath and send it with a wide smile on your face as you do so.

you keep doing all this talking when you could really be putting your mouth to better use.

You never received a message back and your anxiety is off the walls. This ain't the first time you've texted her something like this so why is she not answering? Before you can let yourself get too in your thoughts and feelings there's a knock on your dorm room door you're quick to answer it as you were already standing. Behind the door a smiling Riri is revealed and you immediately try to close it back but she's already let herself in. "So what was with all that I should put my mouth to better use talk? Cause I'm here I brushed my teeth, I filed my nails down and I got my book bag. So what was up with all that shit you were saying?" You laugh and shrug “I was just playing it ain’t even that serious” Riri nods and watches as you try to put some distance between you and her but she doesn’t let you get far because she grabs you by your waist keeping you within kissing distance. “Tell the truth you knew you weren't playing. We both know you weren't playing, matter of fact I’m pretty sure you get off to the sound of my voice so if you about it I’m about it.”

Oh this cocky bitch.

She’s so hot yet she’s so cocky and arrogant but why the fuck does she wear it so well? You’re a little annoyed now simply because she’s right you could get off to the thought and sound of her. It's disgusting but if this theory were tested it would be true. “Get off to the sound of your voice?” she nods as she licks her lips and lets her eyes run down your form, her gaze perverted as if she can see right through your clothing. Your stomach does backflips but you’re trying to prove that she’s a cocky bitch right now so now is not the time to fold instead you mumble “and what makes you think that?” She smiles before she speaks because she knows she’s about to read you down to the last page. “I mean maybe it’s the way when we’re on the phone approximately around twelve I start to get sleepy so I nod off and you go “baby talk to me” and I’m just humming as a reply but when I do speak I don’t have much energy… However I am wide awake when I hear you start to whimper my name or when you suddenly mute yourself and I can no longer hear that raggedy ass fan in the background. So yeah I know you could get off on just my voice, maybe even just the thought of me.” You want to disagree but why lie about something she already knows the truth about? You stand there as still as a statue until she sits her bag down beside your feet and it thuds against the ground bringing you back to reality.

“Since you know so much how about you go sit down. You know I think about you when I touch myself but you don’t know what I’m imagining so I confess…” You gently push Riri towards your bed while you lock your door “I imagine you underneath me being as pretty as you are right now except you’re crying from the overstimulation this whole cocky facade you put on it’s gone. I want to get rid of it. I want to see you in shambles underneath me. Would you like to be in shambles underneath me?” Riri just sits on the edge of your bed not expecting such words to come out of your mouth not once have you ever said anything of the sort to her about this little fantasy of yours. It makes her look at you differently. She's never had anyone talk to her the way you just had and she’s interested she wants to know more about these little fantasies of yours. Maybe even experience them. “I asked a question. Riri I would love an answer in return” Riri nods but she’s finding it hard to answer because how would she? What should she say? What should she do?

“Yeah.”

A/n: as y'all know my FICS do not be edited well so if you see something confusing let me know via messaging I'll fix it.

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[violetmuses]

Requested! 💌 @nelo0wesker

Fire crackles over gathered wood when you sat next to escaped criminal Armando Aretas.

"It's a special moment. Nobody expected to wake up in the morning and see this happen." Detective Marcus Burnett rambled between shadows.

"What the hell are you talking about right now, man?" Burnett's partner and best friend Mike Lowrey squinted.

"Is there anything you'd say to Armando?" Marcus glanced toward Lowrey.

"No." Mike refused to speak up again because everything seemed ridiculous.

"C'mon. They're out of jail, and we'll go to jail, but the moment is important." Marcus gestured to everyone, including you and Armando.

After facing many questions or encountering different secrets, Mike would take responsibility and stand up as the biological father of Aretas.

"I'm sorry." Mike genuinely offers eye contact with his estranged son.

"For what?" Armando cut through slightly accented English while facing Mike.

"Everything, man." Mike told the truth. "I probably cursed you because bad things always happen with people that I love."

"You didn't fucking curse me. Bad shit happens to everybody. It ain't always about you." Armando corrected Mike and grounded reality instead.

"I died almost two weeks ago." Marcus Burnett interjected this time. You rolled both eyes as well.

"Sorry about that." Armando revealed his own sarcasm.

"I came back because of y'all. Even her." Marcus gestured near everybody once more and stood, signaling hugs. "There you go, Armando."

Everyone stands up, but Aretas grabbed more wood near that fire and spoke again.

"Y'all are some terrible fucking fugitives." Armando tossed the wood and stepped with you, leaving Mike and Marcus behind.

"Thanks for the session, Marcus Winfrey." Mike gritted his teeth. "Now we look soft in front of my son."

"Who's that girl? You never told me." Marcus pointed elsewhere and noted you.

"Separate criminal. As far as I know, Armando's never met her before." Mike explained your own departure with the federal transport.

Damn! Marcus soon thought of countless possibilities.

Who knows what could happen next?

[positively-bi]

It ain't over til the bisexual speaks...

The March on Washington for Lesbian, Gay, and Bisexual Equal Rights and Liberation took place on the 25th of April 1993 in Washington, D.C. An estimated 80,000 to over 1 million people attended.

The 1993 March was the first March on Washington to include bisexuals in the title. Out of 18 chosen speakers, only one was bisexual: Lani Ka'ahumanu.

Afterwards, she wrote an article for bisexual magazine Anything That Moves about her experience entitled "How I Spent My Two Week Vacation Being a Token Bisexual", which can be read on her website here.

The webpage also contains a transcript of the speech she made at the event, which has been copied below the cut:

Aloha, my name is Lani Ka’ahumanu, and it ain’t over til the bisexual speaks...

I am a token, and a symbol. Today there is no difference. I am the token out bisexual asked to speak, and I am a symbol of how powerful the bisexual pride movement is and how far we have come.

I came here in 1979 for the March on Washington for Lesbian and Gay Rights.

I returned in 1987 for the March on Washington for Lesbian and Gay Rights.

I stand here today on the stage of the 1993 March on Washington for Lesbian, Gay and Bisexual Equal Rights and Liberation.

In 1987 I wrote an article on bisexuality for the Civil Disobedience Handbook titled, “Are we visible yet?”

Bisexual activists organized on the local, regional and national levels to make this March a reality.

Are bisexuals visible yet? Are bisexuals organized yet? Are bisexuals accountable yet?

You bet your sweet ass we are!

Bisexuals are here, and we’re queer.

Bisexual pride speaks to the truth of behavior and identity.

No simple either/or divisions fluid – ambiguous – subversive bisexual pride challenges both the heterosexual and the homosexual assumption.

Society is based on the denial of diversity, on the denial of complexity.

Like multiculturalism, mixed heritage and bi-racial relationships, both the bisexual and transgender movements expose and politicize the middle ground.

Each show there is no separation, that each and everyone of us is part of a fluid social, sexual and gender dynamic.

Each signals a change, a fundamental change in the way our society is organized.

Remember today.

Remember we are family, and like a large extended family, we don’t always agree, don’t always see eye to eye.

However, as a family under attack we must recognize the importance of what each and every one of us brings to our movement.

There is strength in our numbers and diversity. We are every race, class, culture, age, ability, religion, gender identity and sexual orientation.

Our visibility is a sign of revolt.

Recognition of bisexual orientation and transgender issues presents a challenge to assumptions not previously explored within the politics of gay liberation.

What will it take for the gayristocracy to realize that bisexual, lesbian, transgender, and gay people are in this together, and together we can and will move the agenda forward.

But this will not happen until public recognition of our common issues is made, and a sincere effort to confront biphobia and transphobia is made by the established gay and lesbian leadership in this country.

The broader movement for our civil rights and liberation is being held back.

Who gains when we ostracize whole parts of our family? Who gains from exclusionary politics?

Certainly not us...

Being treated as if I am less oppressed than thou is not only insulting, it feeds right in to the hands of the right wing fundamentalists who see all of us as queer.

What is the difficulty in seeing how my struggle as a mixed race bisexual woman of color is intimately related to the bigger struggle for lesbian and gay rights the rights of people of color and the rights of all women?

What is the problem?

This is not a competition.

I will not play by rules that pit me against any oppressed group.

Has the gayristocracy bought so far in to the either/or structure, invested so much in being the opposite of heterosexual that they cannot remove themselves that they can’t imagine being free of the whole oppressive heterosexist system that keeps us all down?

Bisexual, gay, lesbian, and transgender people who are out of the closet, who are not passing for anything other than who and what we are all have our necks and our lives on the line.

All our visibility is a sign of revolt.

Bisexuals are here to challenge the bigots who have denied lesbian, gay and bisexual people basic civil rights in Colorado.

Yes, Amendment 2 includes bisexual orientation.

Yes, the religious right recognizes bisexuals as a threat to “so called” family values.

Bisexuals are here to protest the military ban against lesbians, gays and bisexuals.

Yes, the Department of Defense defines bisexuals separately as a reason to be dishonorably discharged.

And yes, out bisexuals are not allowed to be foster or adoptive parents,

And yes, we lose our jobs, our children, get beaten and killed for loving women and for loving men.

Bisexuals are queer, just as queer as queer can be.

Each of us here today represents many people who could not make the trip.

Our civil rights and liberation movement has reached critical mass.

Remember today.

Remember that we are more powerful than all the hate, ignorance and violence directed at us.

Remember what a profound difference our visibility makes upon the world in which we live.

The momentum of this day can carry us well into the 21st century if we come out where ever and when ever we can.

Remember assimilation is a lie. It is spiritual erasure.

I want to challenge those lesbian and gay leaders who have come out to me privately over the years as bisexual to take the next step, come out now.

What is the sexual liberation movement about if not about the freedom to love whom we choose?

I want to encourage bisexuals in the lesbian, gay and heterosexual communities to come out now.

Remember there is nothing wrong with love. Defend the freedom to express it.

Our visibility is a sign of revolt. We cannot be stopped. We are everywhere. We are bisexual, lesbian, gay and transgender people.

We will not rest until we are all free;

We will not rest until our basic human rights are protected under federal law;

We will not rest until our relationships and families are not just tolerated but recognized, respected and valued;

We will not rest until we have a national health care system; We will not rest until there are cures for AIDS and cancer.

We deserve nothing less. Remember we have every right to be in the world exactly as we are.

Celebrate that simply and fiercely.

I love you.

Mahalo and aloha.

[murfpersonalblog]

IWTV S2 - Pix11 clip makes me so sad for Claudia

As a New Yorker, I caught second-hand embarrassment watching the latest clip promoting Game of Thrones Ann [sic] Rice's Interview with a [sic] Vampire. 😭 But Jacob did his thing, as usual! 👏

Anyways, the clip itself was VERY interesting, from what I could tell with the audio + accents + French + lack of subtitles.

Sweet precious baby Louis, always the optimist in denial that things were getting better, not progressively worse. Louis of all people should know a thing or two about scar-tissue: some wounds only heal on the surface, but the trauma & PTSD can last forever.

I love how while Louis' waxing poetic about them "healing," Claudia's counting change (a la Bricktop 2.0--Louis "letting a woman count his money"); visibly holding back her frustration with their reality.

They had to pickpocket!? 😨 Louis! Don't stash Lestat's useless arse in a dump before making sure the alimony & child support checks get cleared! Like, I can understand them losing all their NOLA luggage while running from bombs & revenants in WWII Europe, but what happened to all Les' Parisian bank accounts!? You know how LOADED that guy is?! Louis, you really let your man take care of all the finances like that!? 💀

Jfc, Lou, The First Wives Club ain't teach you NOTHIN. 😒

Lemme calm down.

Now here's where the clip lost me; I couldn't understand a word he was saying in French--same, Claudia. 😅

But this bit right here really gets to the heart of the matter: "Truth and reconciliation;" them looking for the truth about vampiric origins & history (and the truth about Lestat's past).

Then we get this remark from Claudia:

I couldn't tell if this meant that A) Claudia was correcting Louis' French (Truth versus Trust, and her going "What?" cuz he got the translation wrong); or if B) Louis was correcting hers (her going "What?" cuz she still doesn't know any French). And if so, that got me wondering--Claudia lived with Loustat for 20+ years--how could she NOT know any French by then? 🤨

Like, I don't mean just through casual exposure/immersion; I mean cuz we learn in TVL that vampires are (preter)natural mimics. Lestat never learned how to play violin or even how to read or speak English. He picked it all up passively with the Dark Gift; a vampire who (barely) passed as human by mimicking them.

Which makes me NERVOUS for Claudia, if her powers are so dang low that she doesn't speak French by now. 😰

As for Louis, I had to laugh here; him calling French the "mother-tongue." Like, book!Louis was the same way about going to Paris--he wasn't born in America; he was a settler/colonist from France who got rich off of his Louisiana purchases in slave labor & plantations. Going to Paris really was going back to the motherland for him, and Louis was APPALLED when the Theatre mocked him for his French having an accent.

But French is clearly not AMC!Louis' native language (the DPDLs spoke English at home, NOT French--not even when Monsieur Bouillabaisse de Lioncourt came to dinner). And we also know from the OG pilot script that Louis knew (at least some) Haitian Creole, too, when he'd chat with Oncle Vervain Mayfair (GOD I wish they'd kept all that in!). French is more what bougie Creoles would speak to be cultured & educated & show off; not to converse with regularly.

If anything, French is more Louis & Claudia's father-tongue; from Lou's French White great-great grandfather; to the MIA Papa DPDL we never see; to Claudia's biological father "whose daddy gave her away to a mean old auntie" (and who left her for dead to die of PLAGUE in the books); to Absentee Father/Maker of the Year Lestat himself. What's more, French is the language of ANGER, VIOLENCE & verbal ABUSE in the de Lioncourt household/family/coven--Loustat only ever spoke it when arguing around/about Claudia.

So to have Louis talking in French to Claudia about mother-tongues is just hysterical, like boyyyyy if you don't stop--get Lestat's thumb out of your mouth for ONCE. 🤣

[mephinomaly]

[TL] PYSCHOBREAK/Chapter 5

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Adonis: UNDEAD have been able to expand our range of activities due to a subsidiary called HELLSING.

I believe that now we can provide sufficient service to satisfy every customer.

Though, I am a little lonely since we are working separately from our real senpais.

Koga: It’s just for now. It was like this for a while when they graduated from Yumenosaki.

We’ve just gone back to it.

Adonis: I’m still lonely either way. There’s nothing we can do though, as this is the best possible solution for the problem we’re having.

This way, we can continue our usual idol activities, whilst simultaneously figuring out who is the mastermind behind the AIIE experiment.

Then we can discover the truth, and resolve the main issue we are having.

After that, we will have to decide on what to do.

Koga: Thinkin’ ain't our job. No point buildin’ bridges that are gonna be burnt down. All we can do is focus on the problems in front of us.

Hopefully nothin’ goes to shit this time.

Adonis: This is a dangerous path to walk. We have no choice but to try our absolute hardest.

Koga: Yup. We need t’find who's pullin’ all the strings before this becomes a reallll problem.

Adonis: …But I'm the one pulling all the strings.

Koga: Huh? The hell you mean? It's someone else, not you Adonis! You won't even kill bugs.

Adonis: Do you remember the dream we had during the experiment?

Something strange happened in that dream, though it was slightly different, it was still a retelling of the past.

So called “vampires” were delinquents who rampaged the town and were a threat to the peace.

Those “vampires”, their mastermind, was me, Adonis Otogari.

Koga: That’s just what past Sakuma-senpai said. There ain’t enough evidence t’come to a conclusion, so you’re fine.

Adonis: Umu. That’s why the vampires’ tyranny did not stop.

Hasumi-senpai was supposed to use the authority of the student council and lead Deadmanz in order to vanquish the delinquents.

But in the dream, the vampires were still running wild.

They were originally Sakuma-senpai’s devotees, but then it seems they became devoted to the new leader, and only listened to what I said.

Koga: So their new leader was, Adonis?

Are ya tryna get on the same level as Sakuma-senpai?

Adonis: No of course not, I don’t have the charisma for that. There aren’t any other suspects. Whilst the dreams were distorted, I don’t believe Sakuma-senpai would make a mistake like that.

If Sakuma-senpai said I am at fault, then it must be so.

Koga: Do you believe God is always right? Is that what you think of him?

I mean, I’m interested in what’s goin’ on too but it was jus’ a dream at the end of the day. What we gotta focus on is this majorly fucked up reality.

Adonis: …Is this really reality? Or is this a dream too?

This strangely doesn’t feel real. My head feels as if it is stuffed with cotton.

Koga: Well, this is really weird so I get it. We’re here, alive, and our souls are here, so—

We’ll keep livin’ here in one way or another.

Rei 2: —You two finished talkin’?

Koga: ...

Rei 2: Okay cool~. Bouzu’s followin’ along perfectly as per your instructions.

It’s still hard for me t’speak all old man-like which made him a tad suspicious.

But, whatever, no way that guy can guess what’s happenin’ next with us.

Adonis: That’s true. Thank you for your hard work bearing with Hasumi-senpai’s interrogation, Sakuma-senpai, Hakaze-senpai.

Kaoru 2: ...

Koga: Oi, you don’t hafta show respect to those things. Well, you’re the typa guy who speaks kindly to a harmonica, so guess it doesn’t matter.

Fake Sakuma-senpai is alright, but fake Hakaze-senpai doesn’t even talk t’us, let alone look at us—

No need t’respect someone like that.

Kaoru 2: Hey, so–

Could you not talk to me so much? I’m not into dudes so I’d rather not put in any effort to dealing with them~♪

So there’s no need to talk to me. Just do your job and there won’t be a problem, right?

Koga: W-wow… Somethin’ weirdly nostalgic ‘bout this version of Hakaze-senpai.

Guess the AIs are replicatin’’ us from a while back. Do ya think this fake Hakaze-senpai still acts like a playboy?

Then I should probably call the fakes somethin’ different in public, so Playboy ‘n Vampire Bastard.

Rei 2: Do what you like.

By the way. Bouzu wasn’t just there to interrogate us, think he’s actin’ as a messenger between us ‘n the RhythmLink higher ups.

Looks like they’re lovin’ what we’re doin’ lately and are makin’ us go on tour.

So we’re goin’ all around the country, singin’ for the fans who love immoral, radical us.

Rock, rock, rock ‘n roll ♪

Nice~. Dream come true, ain’t it, Wanko?

Koga: …The person I want to sing with ain’t you.

Nothin’ I can do about it. Until we know who’s behind this, I gotta just play along.

But, remember this - you try anythin’ funny, I won’t hesitate t’crush you.

This makes me sound like Adonis but… I’ll protect UNDEAD.

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Chapter 6

[shikishake]

ik we're all freaking out about the ruby breakdown, and rightfully so it was an amazing scene but like.

I feel like ruby didn't go far enough, weirdly.

like don't get me wrong she said some nasty shit to her friends and was altogether very loudly not okay but, like, what I REALLY wanted is for her to be inarticularly screaming and yelling and hurling vile shit at her team for failing her or jaune for failing her or something in furious frustration. and we ain't getting that, and I feel like that's kind of the point.

a big part of ruby's character is that she isn't allowed to break down. she isn't supposed to be hurt. she isn't supposed to lose hope, or need help, or need someone to lean on. she's the one who picks the others up when they're down, if she lets herself even stumble then everything will go to shit.

and like the worst part is is she's RIGHT. multiple times she's been the only one that seemed to be capable of moving while everyone else fuckin breaks. the truth about ozpin, brunswick farms, argus, splitting from ironwood at the end of vol 7. every time things go wrong everyone around her breaks and it's only ruby being able to keep going that stops them from just giving up entirely.

ruby isn't allowed to be hurt. she has to bear the burden of making the big decisions for the group, and when things go wrong she isn't allowed to be upset about it. she has to keep going, because if things go wrong and she's not there to pick up the pieces, no one else will.

so even at her lowest, even when she's supposed to be snapping, she isn't allowed to REALLY snap. she bites her tongue, she holds back. because, though she said stuff that wasn't acceptable, the reality is that there were things that came to mind that would have been much worse and much more raw than what she DID say. when jaune gets in her face and blames her for the paper pleasers' destruction, for neo, for the fall of atlas and them ending up in the ever after, she doesn't bite back even though she really, really could have.

she could have pointed out the fact that everyone has pushed the responsibility of making decisions on her for the past few volumes, only speaking up when the choices she's been forced to make or the plans she's cobbled together don't work out. she could have pointed out the reality that even though jaune is also supposed to be a leader, he hasn't held up that responsibility in any major way for a while now. jaune didn't come up with a better plan for atlas. jaune didn't have a better way to deal with ironwood. they're supposed to be equals, but ruby has had to shoulder the responsibility of effectively being ozpin's replacement while jaune gets to just be one of the team.

but she doesn't. because she's not supposed to. her role in the group is to take the responsibility, take the blame, and not to make a fuss about it.

so it makes sense. but I really, really wanted her to throw it back in their faces. I really wanted her to say that if she failed so badly, let's see them do better. I wanted her to say "fuck it, I'm done. you guys figure it out."

because even if she fucked up, even if her plans didn't work out, nobody else was even trying.

edit: for the record this ain't me blaming the rest of the gang. ruby shouldering all the responsibility is just as much because she hasn't communicated her own feelings to her friends as it is that they've been letting ruby take charge. I just wanted to point out that I kind of felt frustrated that ruby's breakdown wasn't meaner, and that it fit.

doesn't mean there isn't a small, petty part of me that wanted her to spit in their faces. but that's my own trauma clouding my judgment.

idk where I'm going with this. I just have a lot of Feelings about ruby and her situation rn I guess.

[toujokaname]

Card shuffle / Episode 12

Author: Akira

Characters: Hiiro, Aira, Tatsumi, Mayoi, HiMERU, Kohaku, Rinne, Niki

"One may not feel too flattered to be likened to an existence he thinks so little of."

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Season: Winter

Location: Café Cinnamon

That night. At the venue for the post-Matrix match gathering, Cafe Cinnamon in the ES building.

Hiiro: Great job today, everyone!

It feels nice to start off the first match with a victory!

Aira: ...How can you smile like that, Hiro-kun?

Using a despicable trick to ensnare your old home, ALKALOID, and being so proud of your victory... In the end, a scumbag's little brother must also be a scumbag...

Hiiro: Please don't call me a scumbag. I can try to accept abuse in stride, but it hurts when people I love call me names.

Aira: If you don't wanna be called names, fight fair. What even was that stunt at noon? I feel like I'm gonna be mildly traumatized.

Tatsumi: Indeed. I fear I'm losing trust in humanity...

Aira: From now on, if Hiro-kun gets all smiley and chatty, let's doubt it and say, "This might be a lie. We could be deceived again."

Mayoi: Uuuu, even though it pained me to be deceived by a smiling Hiiro-san, I also felt a strange thrill out of iiit!

Mayoi: Aah, please toy with me even moreee...!

Aira: You left Mayo-san delirious with shock...

HiMERU: —Fufu. Please don't blame Hiiro-san too much.

Kohaku: That's right. Hiiro-han gave it his all to help us win. And he willingly took on the role of a villain.

There's no such thing as cowardice in this kinda competition.

So instead of bein' defiant and tryna laugh it off, he's goin' out of his way to explain the truth, even treatin' y'all to dinner as an apology.

He's an admirable guy. I wish a certain scoundrel who tramples on others, never says sorry, and just laughs at 'em could take a page from his book.

Rinne: You mean Niki~? You gotta reflect now, huh?

Niki: Eh?! The bullet that was fired at Rinne-kun somehow hit me directly?!

Rinne: Heheh... I'm not saying this just 'cause I'm his big bro, but you should do better than just blaming him.

On the first day, in the first match, Otouto-kun completely took charge of the "vocal ability" showdown. As the leader, he brought victory to himself and his unit.

That's something that should be appreciated up front. It's a good thing for an idol to show off his presence in a program like this—to play a prominent role.

It's amazin'. Onii-chan's impressed. You sure have grown, Otouto-kun.

Hiiro: I-I feel weird when Nii-san honestly praises me. Usually, he doesn't appreciate what I do at all...

Rinne: Really? Ain't I always calling you "good boy, good boy"?

Hiiro: Nii-san's "good boy" has a sort of... connotation behind it...

Tatsumi: Fufu. In reality, Rinne-san doesn't seem to find much value in being a good kid.

One may not feel too flattered to be likened to an existence he thinks so little of.

HiMERU: You speak as if you understand him, Tatsumi.

Tatsumi: Fufu. Although our relationship is still shallow and brief, we are comrades who have spent the same amount of time together—at least, we are now.

Rinne: Well, actually... ♪

Tatsumi: ...?

Rinne: Here, I've got some disappointing news for y'all.

Kohaku: What's this about...? You fixin' to start spoutin' nonsense again?

Rinne: Well, for ALKALOID, that is. Don't worry, you guys won't be harmed. Might even work out in your favor, Kohaku-chan ♪

Kohaku: ...?

Rinne: Today, our Otouto-kun told a bold lie that didn't suit his character.

But he's always been an earnest good boy... He's not used to lying. Not as good as me, a real liar.

Hiiro: ? What do you mean by that, Nii-san...?

Rinne: Remember, Otouto-kun. There's a saying that goes, "To fool your enemies, you must first fool your friends."

This time, you only fooled the enemy.

Usually, Crazy:B's always finding fault with every little thing, buzzing around with their complaints, yet they didn't say a thing—

This means that Otouto-kun explained this ruse to his Crazy:B buddies and got their consent.

Niki: Yeah... Otouto-san proposed this strategy, and we agreed 'cause it seemed like we could win with it.

HiMERU: The truth is, it was ambiguous whether we could win in a real fight or not. ALKALOID and Crazy:B have about the same number of fans and popularity.

The number of respective fans gathered at the venue for this match was also almost the same.

Kohaku: Yeah. So, if we'd used the same tactics as ALKALOID, that is, if we'd stuck to bein' just the real Crazy:B members without mixin' in the odd one out—

We can't rightly say who'd have come out on top in today's match.

HiMERU: Indeed. But by adopting Hiiro-san's strategy, while the same strategy won't work twice, it would certainly win the day.

Moreover, by saving three players, the subsequent match will have an overwhelming advantage. It was an impeccable and wonderful plan.

Kohaku: Yeah. That's why we got on board with it. I gotta say, it was hard not to laugh when I saw Rabu-han and the others gettin' duped on stage ♪

Aira: T-That's so cruel, Kohakucchi.

Kohaku: Sorry. But I ain't as innocent as you expect me to be, either, Rabu-han.

Rinne: —Right. Otouto-kun's strategy this time was perfect.

But it won't cut it. Nah, compared to his Onii-chan, it's still too tame.

You've always been a serious, good kid who listened to his parents. Never pulled any pranks, always quietly did as you were told in your studies, your training, your work.

Even if that honor roll student suddenly tries to play the delinquent, it ain't fooling anyone ♪

Hiiro: Just what are you trying to say, Nii-san?

Rinne: Alright. You'll know sooner or later, so I'll spill the beans now.

This time, Crazy:B and ALKALOID swapped their leaders.

Thanks to that, it seems like you're being coerced into wearing unfamiliar clothes, and struggling through it, buuut.

—Actually, that's a lie.

Aira: H-Huuuh? What do you mean it's a lie?

Rinne: You heard me. There was never a leadership swap.

Aira: Um... Whaa...?

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[feastingonfanfiction]

Watching the witcher ep 7 for the first time (a series of unfiltered thoughts as I watch)

(Watching mainly for tissaia/myanna)

Lil princess all alone

Geralt looking over a cliff....mousesack....is this the real mousesack??

Oh, geralt came to see kid's ok ....didn't even know the gender of lil princess

Oof harsh awakenings

Nilfgaard has yet to invade...?

Assassins? spooky

Oh a lot of assassins

Bro really uses mousesack like that

Queen grandma!

Oh queen grandma sees geralt again. Ooh she speaking facts geralt why should she hand her own heir to someone who didn't give a rats ass about her before

Ah yes the law of surprise again

I dont think you'd be a great dad right now geralt but idk maybe you'll do better

Grandma holding on to what left of her family...

We know how this ended before

She's trying to help you lil princess,

....lil princess :(

First thought seeing her take horse

Ciri wtf!

She was being nice and she just took her horse....

Like I get the sense of she feels she can't trust anyone but just....that was so mean she just took the horse!

OH I KNEW WHEN THEY SHOWED SHOTS OF NOT SHOWING FACE THIS WAS GONNA BE A CLEAR NOT PRINCESS, WHY ELSE WOULD THEY HIDE HER FACE FROM THE SHOT IF THEY WERENT GONNA PULL SOMETHING. Anyways can't believe queen grandma pulled a fake out, granny law of surprise ain't gonna be happy...can I say goodbye to my friends now? Does queen grandma have friends as hostage?! D:

No!.....geralt leaves...I know he has good hearing right? Though I guess it's no superman, but if secret gets out

Hey geralt where you going?

Oh fake princess, does geralt catch who the real lil princess who's currently in disguise right now.......wait hold on is this like right before nilfgaard takes over???

Did geralt catch that? Oh he did

No queen grandma ciri is not safe. Grandma really tests the law of surprise AGAIN YOU KNEW WHAT HAPPENED THE FIRST TIME NOW YOU TEST FATES AGAIN QUEEN GRANDMA!!

...queen grandma that insult was a low blow....

Is this close to the point of the first episode? Like we see ciri dressed the same probs going to do the game in the first ep

Geralt if you were around more they'd have reason to trust you with the kid temporarily

You dropped away like a dead beat dad and only now come back for the kid

If he hears she's in danger he will come...where was he???

Oh it's yen pov

...is that her ex boy toy from way back

Who betrayed her? Or is this someone else? Is she going back to the guy who betrayed her??? I'm missing you??? Yen is this like you trying to fight whatever geralt wished for? IT IS HER EX LOVER

Play with rocks and working as mage

Power of position in court and not her power....oh she is trying to go back to her ex....is he over it? Every time he tried she rejected him now it's the other way around

Oh he brought up the creepo wizard guy

The creepy wizard guy told him focus on work

Oh....was she rejected?

Vilgefortz? This name...is familiar

Nilfgaard is getting mages and he's telling her they need to leave....

Go! To aretuza! I want to see more tissaia

Tissaia asked for you! Best student ever taught!

!!!!!!

Oh is she vanielle?

Oh they tricked her

Oh to hear tissaias voice...tho it's when she insulted her....

...they're just girls having fun that's harsh yen

And do you have any right to scold them when you didn't even want to come back to teach the next gen yen? Oh but she goes but fuck that old bag >:0 rude how dare

Why are you here yen?

Oh flashback to ep 2

Is she....teaching them?

Don't listen to them and mix the plants but now they're probs high on whatever you've done

Oh no I worry for the girls

oh...they were paid to be there

Yen isn't gonna quite like that

Worse than explusion...

Being turned to eels

But they don't know that...

Oh shot of the thing that powers aretuza...

Oh no! yen what are you doing!

She's gonna reveal the truth to them...the harsh reality

Oh I thought she was gonna tell them they turn to eels But she's talking about how they take your uterus and not the eels

Oof, they don't know what yens been through but yen was so offended by that statement

Oh wait she is revealing to them that they become eels

Oh no

Harsh reality given

TISSAIA!!!😃🫠she here

You ruined one life, stop there

You didn't want to come back

And yet you got tricked and not by tissaia.

What's happening?

Triss!

Oh nilfgaard is going for cintra now the timelines are starting to catch up to the present

I mean they had mousesack?

Shut up creepy wizard guy!

Oh shut him down tissaia

Oh nilfgaard mage is coming in...

And yet they also cut them down horribly

WAIT GERALT WAS THERE ALL ALONG?!?!?!

Fringilla pointing out it wouldn't be like that If yen went

Oh no

No one saves cintra

Which we know but still

Creepy old man wizard is still alive and I'm so annoyed

You were right in rinde, Aretuza is all I have 🥺💔

Join us...do it for me...please...

(Oh my heart )

And yen really went have you ever used that word before?

FREE GERALT GO FREE HIM

BUT THEY DONT

THEIR PEOPLE ARE DYING AND HE COULD BE OF HELP

Escapes too late

Or early?

He's gone before they have a chance to change destiny

He's on his way but they JUST MISSED/ PASSED GOD DAMN IT

and then this sad scene again

The dots are connecting

God I do feel sad to see queen grandma's goodbye again but knowing the circumstances changes it somewhat but also nooooooo

Nothing can change it

She was right there and he sees it

And he starts to go like

I have a mission find the lil princess

What sort of prayer is this man going off of being born anew

Back to lil princess

Set a fire in a field that looks to be made of grass or straw a hazard that is...

and a stranger comes forward

Oh no

People she knew betrays her

Oh what prophecy magic is ciri doing

Ends in a scream???

[seancamerons]

If you're really gonna defend jt, don't talk to me about it. You're gonna be blocked. I don't wanna get involved. I don't give a shit if anyone is acting like a poor sport or a baby, I have no sympathy. It's giving the tiniest violin concert 🎻like by a cricket or an insignificant ant. You're entitled to your opinion but dissing Britney to get your opinion across? Ew, shame on you. This is her story, and this was her life and reality from her point of view.

If you're in your deluded elevated opinion of him, and Britney is "lying" or acting like she's a perpetual victim, just no just know I don't care what you say bc he did too. He might very, if I remember correctly, did too for OVER 10 years. Shade, the interviews, the cheating in the relationship, but karma always has a way of coming back around, and now he's finally being called out for his role. Good, finally he ain't so perfect bc he did a bang up job of helping or aiding in destroying her reputation before the 'dark ages' of the pre-blackout era in the media with his "side".

There is 2 sides to every story he had the upper hand or whatever for years why is it such a problem for her to open up about her side of the story she didn't have the opportunity to share then? I highly doubt she's lying. Why would she? He lied. Now hes trying to do damage control? His wife being all kumbyah lets us evolve, lol yikes. This ain't all about Jessica. It aint 7th heaven youre not on that level.

A lot of shit happened without him, and during her relationship with him, he said he's more talented ? Well my not friend, that is a farce.

Riddle me this, didn't he have to sell his music? Britney has all hers. So that is bold words to the Justin fan in my comment.

Leave me the f alone. I'm living my life, and it's Britneys turn to talk so let her if it doesn't matter to him, then he hasn't any room to talk. So please kindly shut up about him. Bye. Only God knows the whole truth. From here on out you speak ill of Britney Spears and talk shit you're blocked. I will not tolerate and won't entertain. I'm team Britney ill always stand by her, he hurt my fave she probably hurt his feelings too, I have more belief in her than him. He isn't Mr. Hotshit he profits off being this gilded baby in all aspects persona and its wrong. F him. A Justin timberlake fan in 2023 though? Can't relate. He lost my love when he broke up with nsync and burned bridges, and hurt Britney emotionally and publicly. The nerve of this man and his inflated ego, worst than the former 45th president you know in all hia fake tan cheeto dusted glory and lying forever and playing the victim all of his life.

Byebyebye!👋

🙈🙉🙊

[deans-writing]

Aftermath

Characters: Rusty Caldwell, Dot Enid

Warnings: Very brief mention of suicide

Notes: Eugh I gotta. Write more

Dot wasn't anywhere near himself when him and Rusty had made it back to camp. Anyone who knew him could see that from a mile away. He was constantly staring into a void- walking around like he'd been locked in his own head and his body was moving on his own. He was almost silent at the fire, hands dangling between his legs for what felt like hours.

It was worrying. Rusty had mentioned to a few of the others that Dot had finally pulled the trigger on a guy, and it clearly brought down some consequences on his mental state. It worried him greatly, and he could see it worried others. He simply assured that he'd talk to Dot and make sure he'd be okay. Truth was, he wasn't sure if he would be able to make it so. Nothing more than wishful thinking. He had to try something though.

By the time the sun fell and everyone retreated to their spots for the night, Dot still hadn't moved from his spot next to the fire. Rusty decided that was the best time to talk to him, maybe it would help to keep the conversation semi-private.

His approach was light, cautious. The last thing he needed was to scare the poor bastard any more. Dot didn't seem to register his presence until he was taking a seat on the same log that he rested on, although keeping some space between them.

"Hey." Rusty greeted. Dot's eyes shot open, like coming back to reality for just a second. They went softer after the jolt of life, but it showed that he was at least listening now. He returned the greeting with a hum. "So... How're you doin'?" He asked. It would be stupid to ask if Dot was alright, he clearly wasn't. Better to keep it a little more open-ended.

Dot's shoulders rose then dropped. Like a string of words were simply too hard to drag from his mouth. Rusty wrung his hands together, rings rubbing against rings. "You saved me, y'know." He murmured. It was hard to admit that he ever needed help, but for a moment he was able to pull that barrier down- for Dot's sake- and he seemed to listen in a little closer at that.

"I mean, bastard was this close to puttin' me down like a dog." Rusty laughed. It died down when he looked at Dot's face again, which didn't change. "...doesn't change how it feels though, does it?" He asked, leaning forward with his elbows against his thighs. "First time killin' someone and all isn't ever easy-"

"It was." Dot cut him off. Rusty flinched, only at the shock of Dot speaking again.

"It was easy. I just grabbed it and shot him and.. and I didn't feel anything." He added. "I didn't feel anything, Rusty. That's... Wrong. Ain't it?"

A loaded question, one the older male wasn't ready for. His chest tightened as the realization that Dot was now feeling exactly what he had so many years ago. As if it were a curse that had been passed down. Rusty stared at the ground beneath them.

"Y'know, I still don't know the answer to that." He confessed. "I been askin' the same thing for a long while now. But, the way I see it? You weren't killing for the hell of it." Rusty began to explain. "You were doing it to save me, you did it for a pretty good reason."

He just didn't want to admit that a lot of the time, killing wasn't for a good reason. They were outlaws. Bad people. No way to make that look good, but he had to try. If he didn't, he worried that the next person who Dot would take aim at would be himself.

"We ain't goin' around shootin' some fella on the street. We're killin' bastards who start things with us, other outlaws." In the lines, it could be read that Rusty believed they all deserved to get shot and killed as well- which he partially did. Partially. "...it's like our job. Just somethin' you gotta do, y'know? And that's what you did."

Rusty had been too busy trying to make Dot feel better about blowing a guy's brains out, he didn't even stop to see if any of it was helping. He looked back up to Dot, who just kept staring into the burning firewood. He scooted closer to the younger outlaw, a hand reaching out and placing itself on Dot's shoulder.

"I- I guess." Dot mumbled. It was a touchy subject, a fresh wound for him. "It just doesn't feel right that I didn't mind killing him. Figured I was just guilty, but I'm not. When I shot him I was almost.. I dunno, glad. Felt like I did something good." Dot explained the best he could. Even though each time he spoke it felt like he was straining every part of his brain and will to continue.

Rusty nodded solemnly. "Well, for normal folk- you didn't. But we ain't normal. We're outlaws, and in those terms, you did. You saved my life and wiped that piss-ant out. Better than doing it just cause." He said. It was hard to tell if he was actually helping, if his points were making sense and doing anything to get Dot back to fighting shape. (Figuratively, at least.)

It was quiet after that. Dot took his time letting Rusty's words sink in and fight with his own fears and worries about what had happened. It didn't absolve all of it, not even close. He wasn't sure if anything ever could. His nerves still ran hot, but Rusty had explained his side well enough that his actions didn't seem as godawful.

The older male broke the quiet. "I'm gonna go get some firewood, it's startin' to go dim." He pointed out, nodding to the orange light, which had indeed started to die down. "C'mon, go get your gun and watch my back." Rusty said, patting Dot's back as he stood up. He'd been sitting there in his own head for long enough.

Dot agreed silently, standing up and making his way to his tent while Rusty went closer to the edge of camp. He felt like he had some higher power to thank over the fact that the conversation had ended well, as well as it could've. He knew he couldn't fix it right there, but he'd given enough that Dot had a chance to work through it himself.

A win in his book, one he had desperately needed.

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Photogenic Admissions and Confessional Panic Attacks

Gunpowder and Watermelon (part one)

Autocorrected Anxiety Attacks and Messy Sexts (part two)

Pachyderms and Pointed Teeth (part three)

Knocked Up Knockouts and Cheesy Puns (part four)

A Little Less Sparkle, A Little More Reality (part five)

The Overwhelming Significance of Surprisingly Small Jellybeans (part six)

The Folly of Fracturing Sharp China and Soft Hearts (part seven)

Fear and Lusting in London Flats (part eight)

The Inevitability of Egos Clashing and Vicious Tongue Lashings (part nine)

Of Sugar and Spice and Virgin Tight Asses (part ten)

A Rebel's Yell and A Gangster's Paradise (part eleven)

Candy Hearts and Paper Cut Families (part twelve)

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO/Omegaverse dynamics (knots, slick, vaguely confusing reproductive explanations), love confessions, coming out, nervous boys, mpreg 🖤 Rating: mature in a PG-13 way, sorry guys. More smut soon!

"Jus' like tha'! Fuck, perfect. Don't bloody move an inch." Dom demanded when his lover found just the right angle.

"I'm trying, shit Dom I'm not good at this." Kells whined back.

"You know wha' you doing. Jus' stay- fuck!"

"Dom this isn't right. It doesn't feel right. Please can we… it's too tight! Let me just-" Every sentence seemed wrong so he'd try another but it was getting harder to speak every moment that passed. The exertion was too much.

"Don't you dare! I'm almost- almost- jus' fucking let me wiggle. 'Old still!"

"Fuck you no, we're gonna hurt the kid or you- Tom can you help?"

"I can help by promising you aren't getting into those pants right now Dom. Colson, you have to learn to tell him the truth. We've wasted ten minutes on this and now you might have imprints on your belly. The part of you that needs to look photogenic!" The beta scoffed, walking to his friend's closet to look for something else. Of course the scene playing out was a special kind of hilarious but he was far too tired of their shit at the moment.

Kells sighed and let go of the fabric in his hold, leaning back on his ankles. He was kneeling in front of his mate, trying to help him close a pair of slacks around his belly but it was impossible. The boy wore them too high and the zipper wouldn't close over his bump no matter how much wiggling he did or how hard Col yanked the edges.

Dom whimpered, his friend was right and he knew it, he just hated to admit it. If he already couldn't wear his own pants, how big was their whelp planning to make him? "Fine. Fuck am I supposed to wear for our shoot?" His voice broke on a whine, his eyes welling with unshed tears. It wasn't fair. His mate got to stay looking like a sex god while he turned into a pear.

"Ain't the point of this to show off the belly? You wear all your damn pants high enough you strangle your whole fucking package. Just put on some cute panties and I'll wear boxers and we'll… I dunno. I'm sure we'll make everyone very happy." Col teased, winking up at his gorgeous mate. He hated watching him get increasingly sad about his clothes when the alpha was so obsessed with every new ounce of growth.

His hands gripped the fabric again but this time he tugged them down and helped his bitch free of them before leaning closer. He pressed his cheek where he always felt like he belonged and nuzzled slow to soothe them both. They were both stressed as hell, this was a huge important terrifying thing they were doing but it was exhilarating too. Before the day was over the world would know about their Jellybean. "You driving momma crazy today huh? Think you can play nice? Tell him how much you love him?" He cooed against warm skin.

Dom was so overwhelmed but he still found himself smiling down at his baby daddy. How dare the man be so adorable while he was having a mental breakdown? "Nuffin for it luv. Damage is already done." He teased back, his fingers petting softly through his alpha's messy hair. The man hadn't left for a trim in almost two months so the bleach blonde locks were trying to rival his own wild raven nest. The bastard was beautiful though, as always.

"He doesn't mean it. He's just trying to do daddy a favor by making momma sexy as f-"

"No! Bad children, god! Here! Put these on." Tommy huffed, cutting off whatever come-on Kells was going to growl. The offering was a pair of silk leopard shorts that Dom knew barely covered any part of his ass but… they settled low enough they might frame his bump just right. "Cover up you little heathen and you! You're an alpha. Get off the floor." They all knew he was joking but the poor guy probably was exhausted by their little pack and even though he was hiding it he was just as anxious. This was his family too.

Colson helped his boyfriend into the shorts before he got up to find something for himself, he couldn't help glancing back though, Tom was right. The barely there shorts were almost too perfect. The band stretched just under the swell he loved so much, but they were loose enough the omega's cock wasn't completely on display. But that ass. That ass was going to be the death of him.

The omega smeared on his eyeliner while his mate was busy changing but his gaze kept dropping to his chest in his reflection. "Should I wear pasties?" He grumbled, immediately getting a scoff from his lover and his best friend.

"You've barely grown there. Shut the fuck up, you have to know you're perfect doll. Do I need to remind you how much I love you?" Colson asked, coming up behind him, those big palms settling on his hips.

"You do and we won't get nuffin done." He sighed back, finishing his makeup but he couldn't help a little wiggle against his alpha's cock. The man was a vision as always, bare besides a pair of black shorts with leopard accents. His actually had a little length though and Dom had to quip- "Prude."

"Slut."

"For you maybe."

"Good boy."

"NO! I am not making a bloody porn… unless…" Tom was half joking but honestly, the fans would love it.

A low growl rumbled in the alpha's chest. He wasn't in a state of mind to handle the idea of his mate on that much of a display but maybe someday. When he wasn't carrying their pup. If that ever fucking happened.

They let the photographer direct them, they'd made the bed up nice as well so everything matched and looked… well perfect for a porn. Tom was right. Colson didn't know how long they posed and moved and posed but eventually they started just cuddling and laughing together. Before long they slipped into their own little world and stopped caring how nervous they were. Eventually everything else completely fell away and they were just spending family time together. Tom captured every moment, sometimes filming little videos of the two laughing or snuggling and other times he snapped picture after picture. When Dom curled up and accidentally fell asleep with Colson's hand on his belly the beta knew that was the one. He almost teared up at the emotion of it all, the way the rapper stared at his mate and child. He couldn't help wondering how little the man slept, did he just watch all the time?

"I'll find the perfect one and send it to you." He whispered to the alpha as he pulled a blanket up over them all. He'd felt a bit like his best friend's mother for a long time but he was finally starting to see he could trust the other man with him. He'd never seen more devotion in someone's eyes.

"Thanks Tommy." Kells mumbled back and the beta rolled his eyes. He couldn't seem to get the dick to stop calling him that. With one last flash of his camera he slipped out the door, he knew he wouldn't be editing or searching long though. He already had the best ones in mind.

-Later-

Dom groaned as he woke up, his face burrowing against his lover's inked chest. He thought he heard singing but the room hushed when he moved. "M'up." He slurred, wiping a string of drool on those beautiful tattoos before he blinked his eyes open. His daddy was smiling at him lovingly but he could have sworn they were supposed to be doing- "Fuck! Where's Tom?"

Col couldn't help but laugh before pressing a kiss to his boyfriend's forehead. Shit the kid was precious sometimes. "He's already done, you crashed out dude. He got some cute pics out of it though." He hummed, handing Dom his phone.

He blinked his eyes clear and pushed himself to sit up before he took the phone and scrolled through the content. He knew his friend was a master at making him look good but fuck the photos were incredible. Each was sweet and just the right amount of sexy, some made the baby obvious and some seemed more about their love. He thought he knew how they looked at each other but- "Fuck, I'm really in love wiv you ain't I?" He whispered.

The rapper froze, his breath catching in his chest, and his heart racing. He was almost scared to say anything but he'd noticed the same look on himself in every picture. They'd said they loved each other as brothers, then admitted it as mates, but this was yet another step deeper and he was surprised how easily it rolled off his omega's tongue. "Yeah?" He finally made himself ask and the punk turned those soft jade eyes on him.

Dom felt himself blush, he hadn't meant to say it like that but he'd known it for a while. He'd realized it one day while watching his mate cum mark his skin but he never admitted feelings so easily. Maybe the hormones were making him soft. "Meant obviously you is wiv me. Duh. Course you is 'ough, look at me." He tried to change tactics and he flashed his lover the picture on screen.

Of course it was obvious, especially in the photo he'd paused on. In it Dom was on his lap, his legs spread over his hips. It was a position they knew very well but normally they didn't have clothes on for it. His big hands were framing the boy's belly but he was looking up at his face and they were both smiling. "It's obvious because I am. In love with you I mean. How could I not be?" He wasn't normally so… brutally honest. It wasn't their thing and his heart was in his throat with every word.

Dom whimpered but tried to keep hold of the teasing nature of their talk. If they weren't joking around and needling each other they were just… exposed and not in the fun way. "Yeah, I mean you looking at me like.. like uh… um… fuck off wiv tha'." He sniffled, his gaze dropping to his lap. "Your fault ya little brat. You make ya daddy gooey as fuck. Ya should 'ave seen 'im before you. He were a right scary bastard."

"Nah, that was just me before you. I'm still scary though. Just wait till someone tries to touch you." The man growled without meaning to and he tried to pull his lover close. Obviously Dom was up in his feels and he didn't want him upset in a bad way. Wasn't love supposed to be a good thing? Somehow they never seemed to act like it. They both fought the idea every step of the way until they admitted something by accident. He'd hoped they were past it since the night he let the omega fuck him but of course not. This had to be the last step though right?

"Same 'ere. You mine." The kid wasn't as threatening as he was probably trying to be, his wide Bambi eyes were wet and his pillow pout was quivering. More than anything Colson wanted to hold him but he didn't want him overwhelmed.

"Bet. I remember those shit kicker boots you got. You'll take them down." He purred, winking at his boy as he sat up and leaned closer. He pressed a kiss to his mate's cheek, his neck, and down to his shoulder until the punk shivered and let out a soft sigh.

"Which one do you like? Tom's got his pick and I've got mine. You choose your favorite and we can all post them together." He shrugged, resting his head on that pale freckled shoulder so he could watch him scroll. He knew he was changing the subject but did they really need to talk about it? Couldn't it be okay to just say it and move on? It didn't change their lives any extra, they were already mates. It had no bigger impact than the child they were having. They were in love. Fucking duh.

Dominic nodded and focused on the phone, his thumb shaking but he scrolled through. He already knew his favorite though, of course he did. How could he pick anything but what made them admit their feelings? He could blame the sentimentality on their little one. "Jellybee looks good 'ere. Photogenic jus' like her mumma." He teased, going back to the one he loved.

"Like his daddy but you're right, it's perfect babe." The alpha grinned but his heart rate picked up again when he saw Dom sending a text to Tom.

After a minute the beta appeared at their door and joined them, his own phone in hand. Oh fuck they were really doing this. "Breave." The singer commanded but he probably needed it the most. With the second trimester he was less nauseous but his nerves were back with a vengeance and his stomach was turning. He could feel both the others anxious as well but they tried to act calm. Three phones shook in three hands. "One…"

"Two…" Tom sighed, resting his free hand on his best friend's thigh. He was worried, he couldn't help it. This was his family too.

"Fuck it. Three." Col cursed, pressing post and closing his eyes tight. He hadn't added much besides tagging his mate and typing one word below it. 'Mine.'

Dom stared at his phone, his breath coming fast. He'd written simply, 'family' as a caption with three black hearts. One for each of them.

Tom squirmed in his seat, inching closer to his family, he didn't know why he was so on edge but he hated seeing his friends in pain. He had to hope at least most of the people were supportive. Someone's phone dinged and they all jumped, looking between them all. It was Col's and the comment was Ashleigh but it was only a moment before they were all going off and they had to mute them or go mad. Dom didn't do his usual, he didn't try answering any yet but they all set the electronics in a line in front of them and just… watched their world's change.

"Anyone else getting as many sex face emoji or is that just my peeps?" Kells laughed, and Dom rolled his eyes with a fond smile.

"'Earts mostly. Lots of 'wtf's and 'omg's." The omega sighed, at least people seemed happy for them if surprised. When Travis Barker posted a congrats to his stories Dom felt himself tearing up again. "I miss beer. Can I 'ave a beer?"

"No." They answered in tandem but Col curled his arm around him and kissed his hair. He caught Mod congratulating them too and so many more of their friends. The alpha was starting to regret hiding out so long. Of course there was bad as well. Homophobes, omegaphobes, just random haters, but overwhelmingly people were sending love. He knew it wouldn't be long before the rags picked it up but he didn't plan to look yet. That was Ash's job and she was on her way. They'd have to make a statement, they'd probably get asked to do interviews, they'd have a spotlight on them soon but for the moment they just got to focus on how sweet their fans could be. His favorite were the fights in the comments when someone would say they called it from the music video. He couldn't help but laugh. Maybe it really would be okay, maybe they'd been scared for nothing. He was just happy his lover was distracted from his confessional panic attack.

"I love you." He hummed low, almost purring when Dom pressed against him.

"Love you too daddy." The boy whispered back, at least that he wasn't scared to say.

"I don't feel left out or anything..." Tom teased and they both laughed, Col reaching around his boyfriend to pull the beta close.

"We love you too auntie T." The scoff he got for that one was loud and indignant but he could tell the man was happy to be included. After all, they needed all the family they could get.

Author's Note/Tags: @manicpixiedreamb0y @jaxbreaker @hollywoodxwhore @cole-way-iero28 if anyone else wants tagged let me know! Hope y'all enjoyed their public coming out. More smut soon though don't worry, it never takes these boys long 🖤

[jaiyemourningstar91]

"Are you ok?" He asked him. The genuine sincerity in his otherwise, wise cracking voice touched his friend's heart.

Elis kept his face away from Adam's. He didn't want him to see the levees breaking on his visage. Eyes already developing truth filled tears.

"I'm good. Just chilling." He gave a white lie.

Adam knew it too. It sizzled away as he stepped up closer behind Elis. He usually wasn't the nurturing type. Often playfully bullied Eli whenever they were around each other. But, deep down, he cared very deeply for his friend. More so than he had for anyone outside his family. This meant something to Adam, who now placed his hands on either of Eli's shoulders, while the teary eyed lad looked on into the night sky.

"Nah," Adam dismissed, "I don't believe you. Something is wrong."

Elis chuckled with a sniffle, "Oh really? What makes you so sure, huh?"

Elis whipped his whole body around to face Adam's. His friend's face meets his, looking concerned. Quite the surprise for Elis, who while stunned from this, stepped back a step, leaning against the balcony wall. Adam had him pinned in more ways than one without even realizing it. Stepping up to Elis, Adam wouldn't remove his eyes from his own. He was transfixed on something. Never before had Elis seen just how brown Adam's irises were before. He felt them devouring him in the moment. Forgetting that time itself existed. Because of this, not realizing Adam was reaching out to his face with one of his hands.

"Because, you're crying. You never cry in front of me." Adam revealed, wiping away a tear from Elis' cheek.

The caring act snapped Elis back to reality. What was that? Adam couldn't be capable of such an action, Elis thought, baffled by it and blitzed by several questionable emotions all at once.

"I said I'm fine bro." He lied again, partially embarrassed, and turned away from Adam.

Adam's arm goes limp to his side and he felt at first he had done something wrong.

"What kind of friend are you, anyway? Huh? All you do is poke around at me like everyone else does." Elis lashed out of nowhere.

Adam could feel his heart skip, or something along those lines. Her couldn't quite pinpoint what those words made him feel. Whatever it was to him, it didn't feel good.

"C'mon man, we all roast each other. You're one of the bros, you know that. Besides, if you haven't noticed. I pick on you the least. Because-"

"Because what," Elis interrupted, sniffling again, "Because what, Adam!? Because I'm a 'girl'? Is that it?!"

Adam steps forward. When he does, Elis breathing shakes, he holds himself tight. In the same instance, a gentle rain begins to fall. The gentle breeze, causing the droplets to wet his already soaked face. Adam gulps, building up some confidence to breach the silence that's taken over awaiting his response.

"Well?" Elis speaks with a croaked voice.

"El, it ain't like that. You know it. You're my bro...You know how I see you. Always have that way. But like...I just wanted to check on you. After the bar. That guy. You just seemed so hurt. He had no business talking shit about you like that. So um, I decked em for ya, and came to check on you. Heh, nobody misgenders my little nugget goblin!" Adam exclaims with a cheeky thumbs up and grin.

Elis felt perturbed. How did he know about the bar incident? He turns to Adam slightly, just enough to see parts of his friend's leather jacket he gifted him last summer.

"Tch, you're an idiot. You know that. I can handle more than a few lazy bums. Been dealing with that shit most of my life." Elis responds, turning back around looking at the rain drops.

They mixed with more tears coming from his eyes. He hadn't stopped crying still. Adam finally fully approached and stood next to Elis. They both took a turn leaning on the rail, getting their heads wet by the light drizzle.

"I know you can hold your own, but that stuff pisses me off. Jayden told me what happened by the way."

Elis sighed, "Of course. He's a loose lip. I swear."

Adam grins, "You got people that care about you, is all."

When Adam says this, his stomach flutters again. This time, he believed he knew why. And the angst worried him. He leans back, standing up and stretching.

While rubbing the back of his spikey haired head, he says, "But uh, hey! Why don't we call it a night, ya? You need a ride home?"

"Someone is suddenly nervous." Elis says with a blunt tone.

Adam eyes widen. "Nah, just tired." He replies.

"Don't lie to me." Elis quickly retorts, now gazing up at Adam directly.

Adam seizes, but realizes he has to be cool. This isn't like him. So, he relaxes and stares back at Elis.

"Hypocrite." He simply states, referring to earlier.

"Hypocrite? Look, I-"

"Don't want anyone to be close to you. You know, you're something else sometimes. I mean, I get it, but like. How could you expect me not to care about you. We've been friends forever now. Had each other back's for years. Since grade school. When I ask if you're alright, it's because I want to know so I can help you or, or cheer you up. See what ass whip I gotta take out next. Like damn, El. You're not alone. I'm here all the time..." Adam pauses to catch his breath, not even seeing the starstruck look of the realization that Elis is giving him. "Anytime." He states, now feeling flustered.

Elis' big brown, leaking eyes finally capture his again. Adam realizes he might've said too much. Elis has never looked at him like this before. No one has ever glared at him in this way, ever. Captivated. Intrigued. Mesmerized. And as Elis shrinks his eyes, his whole face changes. He looks emotional, like he's just about to fully break. But, it's Adam to the rescue again.

Just as Elis shrieks out with a sharp cry, Adam scoops him up in a strong embrace. He sobs into that leather jacket hard, and all the while, his dearest friend Adam holds him, Elis' rubbing his head.

"Let it all out. I gotcha." Adam reassures, never once breaking his hold, with his heart racing inside his chest against Elis' ears.

Soon, that thrashing of his heart begins to soothe Elis. As he hears it, the sobbing settles. Adam takes notice, still not letting go. He just watches the rain, wondering why he doesn't want to let go. Sure, he's hugged his buddy before. Many countless times. Nonetheless, never like this. Adam has never held Elis so close to him in this manner before. As alien as it is to him, something just feels right about it.

"Adam..." Elis spoke out softly, his big watery eyes gleaming upwards at Adam's edgy, naked chin.

Adam didn't respond right away. Only kept staring out at the rainfall, lost in the sea of thoughts.

"Adam, hey." Elis earnestly reaches out.

Adam still doesn't answer. Too enamored by the possibilities of being more than friends. It's unexpectedly inviting and pleasant. New and refreshing. He makes a shallow grunt, as if he just got a lighting bulb sparking above his head. And then, that's when it happens. The most delicate peck against his lower cheek. A gentle, slightly moist kiss. Innocent and sweet. Shocking and stealing away all his attention. Slowly, Adam looks downward at Elis. Elis shyly looks away, a bit of blush forming on his pale face. The type of skin that shimmers in the dark as it's doing now before Adam's eyes.

"My-my bad bro...I-" Elis stammers, shying away and going to remove himself from Adam's embrace.

Adam refused to let him go. Pulling him back with little effort, as Elis finds himself letting Adam bring him back in willingly. Now back against his beating chest, he realizes just how firm it is. Elis and Adam would work out together often, he's seen his figure. Felt it too when throwing playful jabs at one another, but he's never touched him like this. Not to mention, kissing him. Unbelievable to Elis, but it happened, without a single regret.

As for Adam, he wasn't quite sure what to make of it initially, but soon it hit him. Just as he found it within himself to give one back of his own, he gently pulled Elis in. Kneeling down, pressing his lips with his. The kiss was moderately deep, not a full plunge, as it began hesitant, naturally given the circumstances. The two parted lips and both of them bashfully shared giggles.

"Uh, so, what does this mean?" Adam asked, bearing deep a gaze into Elis' eyes. Never has he seen them quite like this before.

Elis smirked before answering, "Can we just chill for now? Like this. I, I don't want you to let me go just yet."

Adam smiled warmly, rubbing his thumb gently over Elis' little stubble coming in. Counting the strands of hairs in his mind.

"I'll hold you as long as you want me to, El." Adam's voice was so calming to Elis.

The tears were finally dried. Elis gently nuzzled back into Adam's chest, and the two stood there watching the rainfall together. Both were unsure of what the future would bring, but in the moment, they felt secure, safe, and at home.