#ahhhhhhhh i can't believe i wrote it

[starheirxero]

DUDE- I'M SO LATE TO THE PARTY-

NEVERMIND, I MISSED THE PARTY- A MAN CAN'T EVEN DISSAPPEAR OFF THE FACE OF THE INTERNET/SILLY-

BUT I CANT BELIEVE, THEY KILLED OFF GOD ECLIPSE-

I HAVE SO MANY EMOTIONS ABOUT THIS, ACTUALLY/POS-

Theres something so poetic about it?? I'm not even sure, how to describe it!

It was Dark Sun, that killed him. It was a version of someone, he considered as valuable as the dust covering his books.

He was deceived and murdered by someone, who bore the face of his servant. Someone, he considered beneath him, a mere plaything in the face of immortality.

And he died, by being thrown off a cliff.

He has the power of creation. He is the closest to being a god as he can be. He is an immortal being, that fought and survived a storm of destruction, seeking to plummet his universe into the deepest abyss.

And yet, he was killed like it was nothing. Sun did not even bother to do it himself. He simply let him fall.

The most ironic part is, that it's not Sun that killed him. Sure, he was the one that threw him into the depths, but that wasn't what sealed his fate.

It was his own hubris. His arrogance left him to believe, he was invincible, and it cost him everything.

And yet, even in death, he still manages to send a message, voice sounding just as prideful and smug!

His ending was a quick, unexpected thing.

But despite that, it was perfect Because of the irony.

The universe truly seems to have a sense of humor.

Also, though you've already mentioned it…HE KILLED HIS SUN, OVER AND OVER AGAIN, AND RESET HIM TO ZERO EVERY SINGLE TIME-

IT'S SO FASCINATING, ACTUALLY?? THIS HAS SO MANY IMPLICATIONS-

OG ECLIPSES SEEM TO FOLLOW A PATTERN-

-Stardust

BAHAHAUSGAIF NO YOURE SO FINE I GET IT IM HANDSHAKING U TBH BUT ALSO YESYESYYES YES!!!!!!!

IM STILL FLABBERGASTED BY IT TOO TBH LIKE HOLY SHIT????? AND GHOD YEAH NO THERE'S ABSOLUTELY A POETIC VIBE TO IT YESYESYES

All ur points EXACTLYYY!!!! His death is such a wildly intriguing and fun scenario all around. I'd like to maybe highlight too, the fact that they both view each other as inherently lesser???

Dark Sun thinks all Eclipses are just as unruly as Moons, and Lord Eclipse views his Sun as lesser as can possibly be. BUT exactly like you said, because of Eclipse's own hubris, he let his guard down and paid the price for it. He cared so little for his own Sun that he didn't clock any of Dark Sun's acting, he just thought he was looking at something that wouldn't fight back.

AND YEA YEA YEA HIS TREATMENT OF SUNVANT AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

I'M STILL SO DEEPLY UNWELL ABOUT THAT. I have been slow cooking it in my brain ever since I saw the episode because that is the BEST possible outcome for me, I eat that shit UPPPPP!!!!! AND ON TOP OF THAT ACTUALLY WAIT WAIT. I wrote this in the lord eclipse discord a bit ago but:

sunvant was worthless enough to not learn the deeper quirks of but worthwhile enough to keep around for so long. sunvant was worthless enough to kill but worthwhile enough to bring back. sunvant was worthless enough to rid the world of entirely but worthwhile enough to stop when "sunvant" begged for him to wait.

DO YOU GET ME. DO YOU SEE MY VISION. WHY ARE THEY LIKE THIS I'M GOING TO SLAM MY HEAD INTO A WALL /POS

[swissboyhisch]

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user: STREAMED IT! CONNOR YOU AND Y/N ARE GOALS!

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zstrome: It was so cute! I've been waiting for this since I met you both

dylstrome19: Glad I got to witness two of my best friends finally admit their love for each other ❤️ I'm so happy for the two of you!

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yourinsta: besties for life

user: I cried when I read this

user: same user. same.

clove_bennet: Squad united at the right time!

user: That was honestly so cute! The fact that at the end Connor wrote on a puck and flicked it over the glass where Y/n was sitting beside the bench with her and Connor's families, Y/b/f/n, Clove, and the Stromes. Her reaction was so cute (as it was on the screen). Y/n started crying and nodded causing Connor to celebrate more. She put her hand on the glass while crying and so did he but with the biggest grin on his face.

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yourinsta: glad the Strome's could be there!

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hollymcdavid: it was adorable! ❤️

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user: AHHHHHHHH YESSSS!

user: #otp

user: How did they meet each other?!

user: They met through their families. Their mums were friends, and their older siblings went to school together.

user: it's been how many years in the making?!

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[bakingphoenyx]

The Great Storm Witch Shelby

I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! I WAS RIGHT ALL ALONG. YESSSS!

I posted this in the Prismarina theory-discussion channel on Discord (March 23, 2023):

"" I had the same thought! I'm glad someone had the same idea!

So many lines that WitchCraft Shelby has just said in Episode 5 lines up:

1. "I wonder what SHE will think of me..." Scott has said mentioned a "he" who everyone believes is Jimmy. So it would make sense if Shelby was referring to Katherine.

2. "I've changed so much." Storm Witch Shelby has different hair, different outfit, different magic, & etc.

3. "I can't believe how strong I've gotten. This is everything I've ever wanted." We know that Esmp Shelby doesn't think very highly of herself, and that she wants to be stronger and help people.

4. "I have something to prove." Esmp Shelby has said how she has to prove herself worthy to the Academy so that they don't take her magic.

5. "I did awful in school." We know that Esmp Shelby got bad grades at school.

And finally, why wouldn't she question the existence of another Scott and another Joey? **Because of the rift.** There were 2 FalseSymmetrys on Empires at one time. They looked and acted differently from each other. If there were 2 Falses, why couldn't there be 2 versions of Scott and 2 versions of Joey. ""

That was what I wrote.

Shubble's Esmp S2 finale just came out 2 hours ago. And, after getting killed/cleansed of sculk by Sausage, she got brought back with lightning. She has white hair and the expertise she chose is storms! She even went to Joel for advice! And made up with Katherine.

AHHHHHHH!

I'm just so psyched about this, that all this lore gets perfectly put together.

I don't know what to do with myself now. This has kinda cleared all of my brain-rots since they were all about her.

Just. AHHHHHHHH!!!

[nanlicia]

Of Hats, Closets, and Safety Blankets

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Justin woke feeling lighter than air. The single window in the attic was cracked open and he could hear the sounds of the neighborhood going about their morning: soft bird songs, indistinct voices, and the sound of an ice cream truck’s tune a couple streets over.

What an easy, breezy, beautiful day.

He stretched languidly, enjoying that he didn’t even know the time of day. He’d just let himself sleep and then wake naturally. How quaint.

This weekend was gonna be like that - simple and unforced and fun. He, Holster and Lardo had agreed to go all out this weekend but to do it with like. Ease.

No one was gonna get wound up. No one was gonna stress out or keep schedules or argue when things didn’t go “right”, because there wasn’t gonna be a “right”. He’d even not made an Excel sheet for Keagster, he was that committed to going with the flow this weekend.

Things were starting to get down to the end of the year and they would be stressing over All That soon enough; they deserved some easy-going fun times.

That’s why he let himself squirm around in his bed for a bit that morning, legs tangling in his sheets and arms under his pillow, enjoying the feel of how cool everything was. He reveled in not having to be anywhere except comfy in his own bed.

After a bit he got out of bed, hopping down from his bunk, and then grabbing his phone from the charger to check the time. Twelve noon was not a bad time to be awake on a Saturday, he supposed.

He looked for some clothes, and put on his favorite pair of white jean shorts that hug his ass just right, and a tank top he was pretty sure originally belonged to Holster but which he’d had in his drawer since the last time they did laundry together.

(They threw their clothes in the machine together, so what? Bros mix their clothes and don’t cry over it, ok?)

He walked down the stairs from the attic and went into the bathroom for his morning routine. Washed his face, brushed his teeth, applied deodorant and some lotion and then thought about what cologne he’d use later tonight as he stared at himself in the mirror.

Checked his good side. Then the other good side. Justin smirked at himself in the mirror.

“This whooole thing,” he said, waving a hand around his face. “Good side.”

He winked at his reflection.

Just as he turned to exit the small bathroom he saw his favorite hat hanging from one of the towel hooks and grabbed it as he walked out.

This is gonna tie the outfit together, he thought. Then he rounded the corner, bumped right into someone and promptly dropped the hat.

“Shit, sorry-”

“Ahh, sorry!”

Justin took a step back and blinked several times.

No. Way.

Standing there right in front of him, sheepish grin on his face, was Alexei Mashkov.

Ahem.

Alexei Mashkov.  NHL pro athlete, Alexei “Tater” Mashkov. In all his glorious glorifying glory. Standing. Right in front of Justin. In his own Haus. Right there. Presently. At that exact same moment as Justin just so happened to be standing there. On the second floor landing. Eye contact abound. Standing in front of him. In his own Haus. Right there. Alexei Mashkov.

“Uhhhhhhh,” Justin said, eloquently. 

“I’m sorry,” Mashkov said. “I don’t see you there, ha.”

“Uhh,, yeah. Um, no yeah, I - I didn’t uh, I didn’t see, uh you either.”

Holy shit Justin is so smooth what the hell?

“Ha, is ok!” Mashkov said, and then he clapped a hand on Justin’s shoulder, what the hell?!

The sound Justin emitted was perhaps most likely known as a squeak. Maybe. 

“I’m looking for restroom?” Mashkov asked, sliding his hand down to Justin’s bicep and homygod Justin could’ve ascended right there on the second floor landing of his own Haus standing just outside the restroom with NHL pro athlete and gloriously attractive Alexei Mashkov’s large hands on him. 

“Uh, it’s um, it’s just,” Justin stuttered, pointing over his shoulder. 

Mashkov’s eyes shifted just over his shoulder and he nodded. 

“Right, great, perfect.”

Then he looked down at Justin and smiled, his fingers squeezing slightly where they were still gripping Justin’s bicep holy fuck. 

Justin laughed nervously, hoping he could put on a dazzling smile of his own but in reality he knew he probably was cringing so hardcore. But Mashkov didn’t seem bothered. Somehow he hadn’t made to go toward the restroom either, he just kinda. Stayed there. Smiling at Justin and holding onto his arm, maintaining eye contact. 

Justin could’ve stared into those eyes his entire goddamn life, they were so beautiful. 

“So… you live in house?” Mashkov asked. 

As Justin nodded yes he thought about how soft his voice was, and how sweet his eyes were, and how gentle his hold on his arm was. These were things he didn’t know about this man two minutes ago and these were things he got to know now because Alexei Mashkov was currently in physical contact with him and had been for more than 60 seconds and he was initiating a conversation with Justin and not removing his hand and Justin was gonna faint. 

“What your name?” Mashkov asked. 

“Justin!” Justin all but shouted, leaning into the other man as he started to smile even wider. “My name’s Justin.”

At least now he was speaking in full sentences. 

“Justin,” Mashkov repeated, eyes traveling over Justin’s face and then dipping lower for a moment before coming back up. “Is good name, for good man.”

“Haha, ah thanks,” Justin said, and he wasn’t sure exactly what that meant but he didn’t care because when Alexei had glanced down and then back up his cheeks had kinda flushed and it was both incredibly cute and entirely flattering. 

“I am Alexei-”

“Alexei Mashkov, yeah!” Justin interrupted. “I know, I’m a huge fan!”

Alexei’s smile seemed to tighten slightly and Justin instantly knew he’d said something wrong and wanted to sink into the floor. He was acting like such a fool, such a desperate fanboy hanging all over him and fumbling over his own words and getting in the other man’s way and keeping him from the damn restroom, how absolutely embarrassing!

“Uh, look, I’m so sorry,” Justin said, pulling away and backing toward the attic door. 

He tried not to think too much about the surprised and then concerned look on Alexei’s face as he did so. That was not disappointment flitting its way across the other man’s face, that was probably awkward shock at Justin’s sudden actions and damn but Justin couldn’t do a single thing right. 

“I won’t keep you, I’ll just go-”

“But wait-”

“No it’s ok, really, uh, go - go ahead and uh…” 

He backed into the door and reached behind himself to twist the doorknob and then shoved his whole body through the door and slammed it shut once on the other side. 

He stayed there standing in the dark stairwell for he didn’t know how long, breathing heavily and thinking back over what had just happened. How he’d stuttered and stood right in the middle of the hall way and just froze like a deer in headlights and let himself lean all into the other man’s personal space when he was just trying to find the damn bathroom?!

How. Mortifying. 

He ran up the stairs two at a time and threw himself into Holster’s bunk, burrowing himself in the five blankets that oaf kept on his bed and even pulling the pillows around himself. 

If he could surround himself with a bunch of these little barriers, he figured, and curl up tight as possible, maybe everything about what he had just done downstairs wouldn’t be able to find him up here or settle in his brain or play on repeat like some sort of sick bloopers reel for obnoxiously annoying moments in Justin’s life. 

Maybe. 

!.!.!.!

Alexei stared at the shut door for a moment, unsure if knocking on it might bring Justin back out or if he’d stay in there. Was it a closet? Was he really hiding in a closet in order to stay away from him? What had he even done to make him react like that suddenly?

Alexei wasn’t really sure but he did know that if someone no longer wanted to be around him then he wasn’t going to try to force him. 

He figured now was probably an alright time to return to B’s room. He had only begged the excuse of needing the restroom in order to give him and Zimmboni some privacy. It’d been long enough. 

As he turned around his foot kicked something and he looked down to see it was a white hat. Justin had it in his hands when he came out of the restroom. 

He picked it up and glanced back at the closet door, wondering if he should leave it where the other man could get it when he came out of there. But a selfish little voice in his head said that if he kept hold of it, then Justin would have to seek him out for it. Or at the very least it could be an easy conversation topic to let them speak again. 

Maybe once he came out and downstairs he’d see Alexei with it and approach him for it. Then Alexei could speak with him over drinks, maybe share some jam, maybe touch his arms again. They were really nice arms. Maybe later he could touch more than that. Ok, this was an excellent plan. 

He found Jack and B just about to exit the room when he walked back, and he let them guide him back downstairs, but not before he spared one final glance at the closet door in the corner. 

When they got down there more of the Samwell Hockey team had arrived, and he was introduced to everyone. They were all really fun, nice, interesting people and Alexei found himself enjoying every minute of time spent with Jack’s friends. 

He liked knowing that the man had a good family here, liked knowing that these people are where Jack came from and knowing that he could always return to them. It was a comforting thing for Alexei to witness. Such camaraderie and open affection, it was pleasant and no less than everything Jack deserved, because he’s a good guy. 

When Jack’s friend Lardo challenged him to a round of beer pong he hesitated at first, because he didn’t want to get too inebriated because if he showed back up in Providence drunk in the early afternoon on a Saturday during Playoffs season, well. He’d really be in some shit. 

But then Jack promised to get him home safe, and Holster promised it was just plain ol’ beer in the cups and nothing over 7% alcohol so he agreed to it. 

“You gonna play with that in your hands the whole time?” Lardo had asked, nodding at the hat which he was still carrying around. 

“Uh, no,” he replied, glancing around and seeing no sign of the beautiful Justin. Making a quick decision he put it on his head backwards, cracked his knuckles and nodded at Lardo from his place across the table from her. “Let’s start.”

“He means business,” Holster said, and Lardo just smiled and said “Good” before starting the game. 

Throughout the game Alexei kept glancing towards the stairs, towards the doors, towards the windows, towards anything where he saw even a little movement hoping it was Justin reemerging, but the other man never made a reappearance. 

If Alexei wanted to he could blame that on why he lost pong but in all honesty it didn’t matter. Lardo was a pong queen. 

“Pong legend!” Holster shouted, tipping his solo cup in her direction and toasting to her. 

Alexei smiled kindly at her as she leaned into his side and let him throw an arm around her shoulders. “Pong master,” he said. 

“Pong God,” she replied, smirking up at him. 

Alexei laughed and looked across at Holster who was equally amused. “Pong God!” they shouted, and Lardo laughed and pinched Alexei in the side as he crushed her into him. 

“I take picture with you!” he said, pulling away to look down at her. “Must proclaim your holiness for all world to see!”

“Haha, what?! No way!” she was laughing and shaking her head at him. “You’re gonna put me on your insta?”

“Hell yes!” he said, bringing the camera up on his phone and then handing it to Holster. “Be cameraman!”

Once the other man took the phone from him Alexei turned to Lardo and smiled. “How you want pose?”

She seemed to consider it for a moment, her mouth pursing as she shifted from foot to foot. “On your broad-ass shoulders,” she said finally, and Alexei could only laugh. 

“I put you on shoulders you hit head on ceiling! Here!” he bent down and scooped her up and she placed a hand behind his shoulders as he held her up. 

“Ok, Holster, picture time!”

When Alexei got his phone back he had about seven snapshots of the moment, and he could only smile at how great that was. Jack’s friends were just. So great. 

By the time they were packing the car up to leave Alexei was consigned to the fact he wasn’t going to see Justin again before they left. He still wasn’t sure what had went wrong, but he was sure that he couldn’t stop hoping to get another chance to speak to Justin and maybe it could go right that time. 

He acted quickly while in the kitchen, digging through drawers until he found what he was looking for, then right before he headed out with the last of the boxes of jars of jam, he found Holster and handed the hat to him. 

“Do me favor? Give this to Justin?”

“Sure thing,” Holster said, reaching out to take it from him. 

Alexei pulled it back, saying “Careful with it, ‘kay?”

“Uh, ok.”

After another moment of watching Holster he handed it over, ensuring the other man carefully took it from him and then cradled it against his stomach. 

“Thanks,” Alexei said, then he walked over to the kitchen to get the last couple of boxes and be on his way out of Samwell, silently hoping to himself that this wasn’t the last he’d see of the place. 

As he went to walk out with a box in his arms, he glanced at the stairs where Holster had just walked up and disappeared around the bend. 

There was definitely a chance this wouldn’t be the end of his time at Samwell. 

!.!.!.!.!

“Ransom?” 

Justin sighed deeply from his safety blanket cocoon on his best friend’s bed. 

“Holster, I already told you I’m not going back down there, I made a fool of myself enough.”

“Yeah, I know,” Holster said, and Justin felt the bed dip as he took a seat at the edge of the mattress. “He’s leaving anyway, so you can go down and eat something soon.”

Justin tried not to be upset at the news they were leaving, but really the entire thing made him upset. When Holster had come running up the stairs earlier to tell him Lardo was gonna challenge Alexei to a game of beer pong and Justin definitely wanted to come down and watch, Justin could only think about the myriad of ways he could embarrass himself. 

He wasn’t going to put himself or Alexei through that. Again. 

So he’d stayed in the attic, safely tucked away and not acting a fool downstairs. 

“Did uh, did Lards beat him at pong?” he asked.

Holster huffed. “Yeah, man, it was great. Then he picked her up and had me take a picture of them that he’s gonna post to Instagram tomorrow. Should’ve seen Lardo’s face bro, she was so excited.”

“Ha, lucky her.”

Don’t be bitter Justin, he tells himself. It doesn’t really work. 

“Yeah,” Holster says. “She was lucky. But uh. So were you?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Ransom you’re probably not gonna fuckin’ believe this. But he wore your hat.”

Justin let that sit for a second. A beat. A moment. 

“I…. I’m sorry,” he said, eyes narrowing as he stared at the red fuzzy blanket that was currently around him. “What did you just say?”

“Yeah man, he actually legitimately wore your hat. Like. In real life.”

Justin kicked and shoved and flailed until all the blankets that were once around him were off him completely. Holster had jumped back and off the bed, and when Justin emerged he was looking at him with his I’m Totally Judging You Right Now face. Justin couldn’t find it in him to care. 

“Repeat-” his gaze fell on the hat in Holster’s hand, his favorite hat, the one he’d had this morning when he’d run into Alexei and proceeded to be an absolute wreck, the one he’d dropped on the floor and never picked back up homygod…

“Holtzy if you’re fucking with me-”

“No, bro, no way! He totes wore it while playing pong man!”

Justin couldn’t take his eyes off the hat. Two minutes ago it was just a normal hat. His ordinary white hat, his favorite hat. Now? Now it was his favorite hat which Alexei Mashkov had worn??

“Gimme,” he said, making grabby hands at it. 

Holster chuckled, shaking his head as he stepped forward. “Ok, but careful with it, ‘kay?”

“What?”

“That’s what he said when he handed it to me. He said ‘Do me a favor and give this to Justin? Be careful with it, ‘kay.”

“OhmygodHolster gimme my fuckin hat ohmygodohmygodohmygod.”

Holster laughed as he handed it over, and Justin felt like he was gonna combust. 

Alexei had picked up his hat and proceeded to wear it, and then when asking that it be returned to him he asked that it be taken care of. Justin was literally going to faint, this man was too good to be true. Too kind and sweet and gentle and Justin need to stop thinking about when he’d had his hand on his arm because that was too good a memory but damn if Justin wasn’t somehow being blessed? Even as he was being cursed?

“I couldn’t speak to him because I’m a mess, but he still wore my hat I don’t get it but also I don’t even care I’m going to treasure this forever!”

Justin clutched the hat to his chest, squeezing his eyes shut and shaking back and forth. 

“Yeah, ok, I’m uh, I’m gonna give you two a moment,” Holster said, and he left the attic. 

“I cannot believe this,” Justin said, holding the hat in his lap and running his fingers over it reverently. 

It wasn’t any different than it had been earlier that morning. There wasn’t anything particularly new about it. All the same it was now something altogether more than ever before and Justin really planned on treasuring the hat forever. 

He let his fingers run over the bill of the hat, then along the seams as he turned it over in his hands. When he did he noticed a small piece of paper tucked under one of the excess flaps of fabric along the inner seam, and he carefully pulled it out and unfolded it. 

I hope you ok in closet. Call me if ever want company there. Or anywhere really. 

401-555-6234

-Alexei a.k.a. Tater!

What. 

What the fuck.

Justin stared at the little note and he wasn’t sure what the hell this meant but honestly?

Alexei Mashkov had given him his phone number. 

Alexei thought Justin was in the closet? He thought Justin had run away because of that? He still took the time to write a sweet note and offer comfort and also say hey hmu if you ever wanna chill?

Alexei Mashkov had given him his phone number??

Justin didn’t know what the hell to think or do, and he just sat there, staring at the paper, running his thumb over the word ‘Tater’ and committing the number to memory. 

The sounds of voices in the front yard carried through the open window and he heard Alexei say “Okay, bye Samwell!” and Lardo telling him to come back for a re-match. 

Justin let himself smile as he really let it sink in that that guy out there had given him his number. 

“Yeah! Um!!!” He shouted, feeling his face split into the widest smile and feeling himself start to become really excited at the possibilities this number provided. “B-bye Tater!!”

[sunsmile-lou]

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[suhnandmoon]

Yo I can't believe 'The Nerve!' is done! I love how you wrote the characters, both for humor and drama. Like.. there wasn't really a villain. It's more of like the consequences of a person (Jaemin) not wanting to affect another person (Heejin) even if it means hurting themselves emotionally, which is what led to his character to being emotionally sensitive. Glad everyone got closure at the end! Im excited for your next works whenever you're ready :)

omg anon I literally love you?/$;$3&3 thank you for affirming this bc I def think too much about the cause and effects of each characters actions and how they'd interact bc I really wanted it to feel realistic,,

i loved writing jaemins character and his initial denial when realizing he wasn't actually mad at yn and just wanted a reason to keep thinking about her and then his journey for a redemption with yn and his friends,, I wish I had some more heejin scenes to flesh out her character a little better but I'm very happy with the decision to not turn her into a toxic ex girlfriend and fall into that trope ahhhhhhhh I have so much thoughts but I'll stop here HAHA

[dennisjr]

we tried hard to stand it. we 
were barely human. we were bodies 
stacked with pain. we never said sorry, didn’t wanna. you were always drunk & sad & too far gone for that. I was terrible & I didn’t care about being better. but now you’re standing in my bedroom. now you’re scared & you say you wanna get into heaven. you wanna 
stand in some form of light that isn’t filtered through clouds of crude smoke. good luck, & who knows, maybe god will forgive us for all of this. the stones we threw, the ankles we bit, the people we kissed. showing up at the gates with our tails between our legs. 
starved & mad, two dogs who missed their last meal, licking our wounds & itching for a fair fight.

there so much to get mad about. go ahead pick something. imagine if it helped. imagine if mattered. I didn’t cry when you left. I just circled ‘round the block & waited for you to come back. because you always do. because I know how this goes. we pretend we aren’t the same & then we realize we are & we pretend we don’t care. we need each other & that’s all we do.

it’s crazy the things you do for a friend. 
it’s crazy the way you'll act for love.

[funnydivine]

i didn't know you have a tumblr!! Or this would have been written half a year back :)

OKAY SO I WAS GOING TO WRITE A SENSIBLE THANK YOU KIND OF MESSAGE FOR YOUR FICS BUT THEN I WAS LIKE "fuck it, let's go anon coz then i can act like a wild fangirl" AND JUST SCREAM!!!! OUT!!!! LOUD!!! TO THE WHOLE WORLD THAT YOU'RE MY FAVORITE FUCKING AUTHOR I LOVE BLACKPOOL SO MUCH SO SO SO SO MUCH fucking hell i can't believe u wrote that?? And then just posted it online?? LIKE ANYONE CAN READ THAT MIRACLE OF A FIC without any payment???? And all ur other works too, THEY'RE JUST-

AHHHHHHHH okay okay. I just have a lot of opinions on all of them?? AND GOOD ONES?? YOUR FICS IS BEAUTIFUL and when i read them i didn't have an ao3 account but then I READ THAT AND I WAS LIKE "this. THIS IS REAL WRITING" and well. Now i have like twenty fics in the process somewhere. anyway, just wanted to ask if you've got any fic in the writings? ....any chance of a new one?? maybe? (no pressure except my puppy dog eyes🥺)

Lol I get THE BEST ASKS EVER and then I just sit on them for probably months. So thank you, anon, I'm glad you enjoyed Blackpool and all its disturbed sibling fics.

To answer your question, I have a ton of stories that I started but ran out of steam halfway through. Ugh we'll see.

[moonawrites]

I'M SO EXCITED TO READ CHAPTER 6 I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S FINALLY HAPPENING!!!! 16.5k holy. How can you edit that much 2 hours?

ME TOO AHHHHHHHH

It's not a real thorough edit, I've been editing a lot as I wrote. I did a lot of rewriting and restructuring with this chapter so most of the heavy lifting is already done. I'm not 100% happy with it still, probably not even like 80% tbh, but I can't tamper with it anymore so it is what it is. I read and reread and edit as I write so right now it's just minor changes to the final scene, which is the only one that hasn't been reread multiple times, and like typos and stuff (which there will still be tons of anyways loool). So I'm hoping it won't take too long! But I should get off tumblr and actually do it lol

[heliophobicsoul]

expecations (a modern raydia au)

summary:

“I think you’re being too hard on yourself.” Claudia poked her arm from under the stall and Rayla started laughing. There was so much irony in Claudia telling her that she was too hard on herself when just yesterday she played piano for a million hours and wrote essays after a full day of AP classes. She wondered if Claudia even noticed.

“Maybe we’re both being too hard on ourselves.” said Rayla.

When Callum sets Rayla up for a date she feels wildly unprepared for, Claudia volunteers to help her get ready.

written for Raydia Week 2018 // prompt: modern au

ahhhhhhhh! I can't believe it's finally done! It was a month in the making, holy fuck. Sorry it's late! Between it being the middle of the semester, my mental health, and problems with ao3, I could only get it up today! But it's up! tell me what you think and if you would like me to continue with this au!

@raydia-week @grasslandgirl @wishesofspook (i don't know if you guys would be interested by I thought it would be worth it to tag you)

[sadisticsunshine]

oh my God I love it!!!

The Light Of Christmas Morning, a soft Jasico oneshot

This is a Christmas gift for @sadisticsunshine , a little birdy told me Jasico was your favorite (it was you, you were the birdy)

First time writing this ship, it’s really short and plot-less, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless!

The light of dawn, paler and softer than morning light. The light of soft skin and timeless memories. This early morning sun shone through the faint cracks between the window blinds. The beams fell on dark bare skin against pale blue sheets. The only sound breaking the serene calm was the hum of the heater in the brisk air.

The high toned sound of a creaking door whispered out. This was followed by the rythmic beat of soft padding footsteps.

Olive fingers ran across bow-string back muscles, causing them to twitch under the skin. At the light contact, long blonde eyelashes fluttered open. The blur of first sight faded to blue eyes peeking up at a soft faced angel.

Teeth peeked into the world as the awoken man smiled to his love. The scar bearing on the man’s lip contorted with the gesture. Without a word, the younger man brushed soft lips again the stubble on the other’s cheek.

Drawing back, the standing one opened his mouth. His soft voice sounding like a music box in the still winter air.

“Merry Christmas, my darling”

The man slowly sat up, his scarred torso shining in the faint light. His mind filled with memories of the weeks of holiday prep. He fondly remembered the night before, putting the last bow on a brightly colored box.

“Merry Christmas, Nico.” The man returned. Like a gymnast, he swung his feet over the edge of the two’s bed. Landing them in fuzzy sky blue slippers. His hand pecked wire frames off the standing simple nightstand. He placed them on the bridge of his nose as he stood up and took his loved one by the hand, the two walking out of the bed room.

The kitchen was filled with the scent of peppermint and coffee. Light holiday music played from a source unseen as two steaming cups sat on a coffee table. Grabbing both of the cups, Nico nodded for Jason to follow into the living room.

The tree has already been illuminated. Blue strands an silver tinsel sparkling together. Under the tree there was an orchestra of blue and gray paper, gifts for the other.

Nico sat on the floor, legs crossing with the grace of a bird. Jason followed him, his eyes shining like the blue ornaments above their heads.

Jason grabbed Nico’s hand, running his scarred thumb along Nico’s thin fingers.

Nico blinked slowly, his voice questioning though full of pure admiration. “Don’t you just love Christmas?”

Jason smiled, his mind wondering how he ever got so lucky. “My love, with you, I love everyday.”

Nico smiled, his dark eyes dilating in the light.

This really was the start to a perfect Christmas.

[anonymousgirl2002]

Weird feelings and thoughts this night

(weird bc my brain does nothing anymore and so the end is a bit weirdddd)

My head turning around

It's youuu yes its shee

Can you believe it

I can't believe it

I know my last texts were a little bit rude

Or they were written with a broken heart

But I don't mean it like that anymore

I don't know

Now I just like you really much and jes

you should have seen the smile on my face while I'm driving

when you sent me the message this evening

I just want to stop by the next parking slot

Because I wanna text you back

I don't done it bc there where cars behind me

And in these moments i feel a little bit uncomfortable

Maybe they look weird on me idk hahaha

But yes you wrote that and I was like

"AHHHHHHHH Jes tooooooo that's my feelings"

And now we have a date and this time we first made the date not like last time hahaha you know what I mean 😅

And yeah I think I have to go to sleep now because tomorrow I have school and it's almost 12 am or pm idk 0 Uhr halt and my brain doesn't make the englisch mit jtz

I think now there coming just shit out of my brain und joa

Good Night my Angel😇

[maurine07]

AHHHHHHHH BREE!!! YES!!!! Just absolutely YES!

I am SCREAMING rn! The tension, the pining, it's too delicious. The Miami chapter was just perfection and somehow you make it so much more perfect. You always wrote the yearning between these two in a way that made me want to scream from how incredible it is. And I love love LOVE that you wrote it from Ethan's POV. It just makes it so much more.

The sight that awaited him in the bedroom of the hotel room as he stepped out of the shower was one Ethan was not prepared for. Lilac stood by the full length mirror, clad in a navy blue gown that clung to her like a second skin. It conformed to every dip and curve of her body in a way that was too dangerous for him to admire as he stood there with nothing but a towel around his waist.

Poor guy, he was probably already barely holding himself back from kissing her and the dress was just a slap in the face. Also, him walking around the room with nothing but a towel around his waist doesn't seem very professional, does it?🤨

“Lucky for me,” he said like some kind of bewitched moron. Ethan quickly recovered by clearing his throat. “I mean, lucky for you. You look...very...appropriate.”

Jdkajskakakak he's already so whipped for her that he can't even speak properly.

Hundreds of dead poets were spinning in their graves at the sheer inadequacy of that statement.

PLS💀 Ethan would be like: "Well, I'm not a poet. I'm just a man". (You know, that one Amy March line from Little Women? It's the first thing I thought of when I read this lol)

Ethan almost chuckled, his feet carrying him to her side of their own accord. “Don’t move - I’ll get it for you.”

The way he almost chuckled jsjjakaka she makes him smile/laugh so easily and the way he offered to zip her up I- You know he wouldn't have offered if it wasn't her.

Lilac nodded, sweeping her long curtain of hair over her shoulder. For some reason, that made him freeze, his eyes tracking the movement. When he reminded himself to move, his trembling fingers moved the zipper upward, the pad of his thumb tracing a path on her soft skin.

He heard her suck in a shaky breath and when he glanced up to look at her through the glass, he found her eyes already watching him, dark and intense. His own breathing picked up when he noticed the lovely blush coloring her graceful neck and shoulders. It made him wish he was guiding the zipper the opposite direction. The way her body swayed closer to his, ruby lips parted, made him almost believe she wanted that too.

I'm sorry for quoting such a big part but HOLY SHIT I AM ORBITING INTO ANOTHER UNIVERSE RN!!!!!!! WHEN I TELL YOU I COULDN'T EVEN BREATHE! I'm an absolute whore for this trope and you did it perfectly, Bree! It couldn't have been any better, seriously. The tension, THE FUCKING TENSION IS EVERYTHING!! The way his fingers trembled, the way she was already looking at him in the mirror, the way she was blushing, THE WAY HE WANTED TO BE GUIDING THE ZIPPER THE OTHER WAY OMG! And the fact that they kiss at the end of the night just makes it a million times better

“There,” he muttered, his breath swaying the loose tendrils of hair at the nape of her neck.

Her chest heaved with each breath, looking every bit as breathless as Ethan felt. Before either of them could do anything else, Ethan found the strength to hastily step back.

And the tension continues!!!! The way they were both breathless by just a bit of physical touch (and a whole lot of sexual tension in the air) and him just stepping away, SIR- YOU DON'T GET TO DO THAT TO ME!

Ethan allowed his gaze to linger for a moment too long, taking in the sheer beauty in front of him, before turning toward the door.

THIS LINE!!!!!!!! THIS LINE! MA'AM, I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!!! He allowed his gaze to linger for a moment too long???? taking in the sheer beauty in front of him???? Hello??? I'm going FERAL!!!!!

The line was delivered with ease despite what it concealed. The reality was that it was Lilac, not him, who could look effortlessly beautiful in any situation. Ethan had been witness to that fact many times; from groggy, early mornings to weary, graveyard shifts—she always managed to steal his breath.

This is Ethan to Lilac and me to this line. He just thinks she's so beautiful at all times and it makes me want to cry, like the line she always manages to steal his breath!!! God, I love them so much. (I know I'm getting into the tiny details but I just can't help it. You're so freaking brilliant, Bree)

“Dr. Ramsey, I'm impressed.”

Ethan.

He wished she would call him Ethan.

STOP THIS RN😭😭 He wished she would call him Ethan???? Ma'am??? Bree?? I can't- I just can't. This is too good

“I don't take those.”

“For me?” she pleaded with exaggerated flair, batting her lashes.

“Fine.”

Like I said, this man is fucking whipped. The way he didn't even put up a fight, like she just asked him and he was just "fine" but we all know on the inside he was like "anything for you, my queen". And the power she has over him! I love her so much!!

“Just so we're clear, though,” he added, making an effort to sound sterner than he needed to. “This is the first and last selfie—” saying the word was painful “—I take.”

Sure thing, dude. Sure thing😉

BREE!! This was so exceptionally good! As I said at the beginning, your Miami fics are just *chef's kiss*. I could read them all day. The pining between these two is everything and I both love it and just want them to fuck already. I loved this so so much<3333

Dressed to Kill (Ethan x f!MC)

Book: Open Heart, Book 1 Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Lilac Allende) Word count: 800 Warning: None Prompt: #28 “Don’t move - I’ll get it for you.”

Premise: A small moment in their Miami hotel room.

The sight that awaited him in the bedroom of the hotel room as he stepped out of the shower was one Ethan was not prepared for. Lilac stood by the full length mirror, clad in a navy blue gown that clung to her like a second skin. It conformed to every dip and curve of her body in a way that was too dangerous for him to admire as he stood there with nothing but a towel around his waist.

“Oh. You, uh, found something.”

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[hissterical-nyaan]

AHHHHHHHH 😂😂 I had the same reaction

It's just unreal, so on a scale of 1 to 10 how will you rate it 1 being "wow I can't believe someone wrote this" and 10 being "WOW WHY DID SOMEONE WRITE THIS WTF" :)

OMG dude did you read the cursed my immortal?? Did you....like it? 😂😂

I read like the first four chapters 😂

And well, I'm scarred forever but also this whole thing is hilarious. How do you make a fanfiction so bad it's this iconic? Also the fandom is batshit insane and very creative and I'm loving that 😂

(also I'm sorry to my followers for the my immortal on their dash afyjshdhajt)

[thenerdyjew]

ASDFGHJKL OMG AHHHHHHHH!!!! I HAVE NO WORDS RIGHT NOW OMG!!!! I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!! SERIOUSLY I'M SMILING LIKE AN IDIOT RIGHT NOW OMG!!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WROTE THIS, ITS AMAZING!! WOW JUST WOW THANK YOU FOR WRITING THIS!!! 💖

title: may the force be with you

Fandom: Marvel

Characters: Peter Parker, Shuri, Tony Stark, T’Challa

Summary: Peter and Shuri watch Star Wars and play with lightsabers

Based on: this text post by @thenerdyjew​

Peter Parker stumbled into his room at the Avengers compound. He normally didn’t spend the night, but he had a long day of training with Natasha, Thor and King T’Challa, and he was sore as all hell. He shouldn’t have been surprised that Nat could easily pick him up and throw him to a wall, but he was and had managed to bruise a few muscles. So he was excited for a hot shower and a long night’s sleep.

Yawning, he went right to the en suite bathroom (he really was going to get spoiled if he stayed here overnight more) and showered. Relaxed and less aching, he wrapped a towel around waist and one around his shoulders as he looked himself in the mirror. There was a small bruise on his chin from on of King T’Challa’s punches, and his torso featured fading bruises. Those should be gone before the next day. Even though May knew about Spider Man, he didn’t like her to see any evidence.

He shook his head, watching his brown locks shake and drip water with more intensity than normal. He kept putting off his haircut and he looked a bit like Michael Palin in the early days of Monty Python.

With that thought in mind, he walked back into his room humming “The Liberty Bell March” when he saw a strange figure on his bed.

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