#and 16 year olds who have friends who can give them a tattoo is tiny

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having my quarterly cabaret phase. did u know this is the most romantic song ever written

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Going The Distance ~ MYG [Request]

↬↬↬Word Count: 3.4K

↬↬↬Genre: Soulmate AU, angst, happy ending

↬↬↬Pairing: Yoongi x Gender Neutral Reader

↬↬↬A/N: I hope you enjoy this my love!!! Hope this is okay for you and it meets your dreams expectations

Staring down at the small counter on your wrist you smiled as the distance between you and your soulmate seemed to grow shorter instead of further away. Instead of being thousands of miles apart from one another at least now, you were in walking distance of one another but it still didn't tell you who your soulmate was. That you were still left in the dark about since it would be far too easy for the universe to give you to one another, there had to be struggles along the way.

"That's the last one, and here are your keys." You smiled at the landlord who handed you some keys to the dorm building and your dorm room key. You'd moved to Korea for the year to study abroad, it was part of your studies and you were glad since South Korea had been one of your dream places to visit growing up.

"Thank you so much for everything." Once he was gone and you were left alone you looked around at the apartment deciding that now was a better time than any to unpack, you had weeks until your studies started back up again.

Yoongi stared at the counter throughout the last two days watching as it slowly decreased as whoever his soulmate was coming closer to being with him, going down from the thousands to mere hundreds.

"You've done nothing but stare at it all day, what could they possibly be doing to make you stare-" Namjoon stopped himself as Yoongi turned his wrist to show his friend that you were finally closer than ever before. At least now you were in the same country as one another and you could finally progress to being with one another.

"Have you spoken to them today yet?" It was something that Yoongi had started doing the moment the distance counter appeared on his wrist at the age of sixteen, he began talking out to anyone he didn't know how it was supposed to work so he would talk to the moon believing that you were on the other side talking back to him and you were. From the age of 16 when your timer appeared you felt someone was with you everywhere you went, trying to talk to you so you would talk to the moon at night - an old tale your grandmother told you that soulmates used to do to keep in contact with one another even if they weren't sure on who they were yet.

"Just like every morning and every night," He lowered his wrist and looked down at the paper he was writing on, he was trying to work on a new song but the thought of you being so close was distracting him.

"It's getting late, you heading home soon?" Namjoon questioned as he watched Yoongi closely he knew he wasn't going to leave until later into the night but it was worth a shot.

"I'll head home soon, save me some food." He laughed looking down at the paper once again and putting the top of his pen in his mouth trying to focus on something other than the timer.

It was 3 in the morning and your jetlag was starting to hit you like a brick wall, you couldn't sleep and you had a hankering for your favourite flavoured ice cream so you took the map from the top of your kitchen counter - the landlord had supplied you with everything you could need to get around Seoul.

"Perfect." You whispered seeing a 24-hour supermarket just down the road from you so you grabbed your purse and phone and headed out onto the streets to see if you could put the map reading skill you had to good use.

"Where are you going? It's 3 am." Yoongi whispered watching his wrist as he walked, you were getting closer to him. He was on his way home from the BigHit building but was going to stop off at the supermarket to get him and the boys something for breakfast but he noticed how close to one another you were. He put his hands into his pocket trying to ignore the thought of crashing into you but the thought alone was making his heart pound, the thought of finally meeting you after all these years of being apart it was making it hard for him to keep a straight face as he walked into the supermarket.

The whole time he was inside he avoided looking at his wrist, it was saying he was 0 miles away from you which meant you were right inside of the building but it was impossible, no one else inside was an Idol, like him. He was so focused on trying to figure out who you were that he hadn't even noticed you walking right into him and almost stumbling back onto the floor.

"Sorry!" You bowed to Yoongi as you bumped into him you were about to explain yourself that you hadn't been looking when the counter on both of your wrists made a ding to signal that you had found one another. You frowned looking at your wrist and up to Yoongi who was glaring at you trying to figure out who you were, he'd never seen you anywhere before so you couldn't have been famous like him.  

"Oh...Hi," Your voice came out shakey as he stared you down, his eyes were making you nervous as he continued to stare at you without saying a word it was unnerving.

"But you're not special." You felt your heart take a hit as he said that right to your face before shaking his head and laughing loudly, you could already tell he was laughing at you as he looked you up and down.

"You don't have to be so mean about it," Selfconsciousness took over your entire body the longer he stared at you, then he began to look at what you were holding and you felt even worse. You had an entire basket full of ice cream - all your favourites you were planning on stocking the freezers for when you went back to classes and wouldn't have the time to come out anymore.

"You're nothing, are you? You're just someone ordinary and boring." Every word he used made it feel like someone was getting a tighter squeeze on your heart so you looked around hoping no one could hear the way he was speaking to you. You couldn't even find the words to talk back to him you just put the basket down and headed for the door but he wasn't over this yet. He followed behind you to see where you were going.

"You're a student?!" He called out when he watched you walking towards the student accommodation he shook his head at you everything he'd been dreaming about for all these years was washed away within seconds. You were nothing he wanted. You were supposed to be special and different to everyone else and yet here you were just another gold digger that was out for him and his money.

"This is stalking you know." It was all you could come up with right now, you were too busy trying to focus on not crying in front of whoever this guy was. You'd never seen him before in your life and he had the nerve to yell at you like this, hurl insults as if he'd known you your entire life. Opening the door to your building you hoped he would get the hint and leave you but he followed you inside until you got to your apartment door.

"Leave me alone you creep!" You tried to yell but he clapped his hand over your mouth making your eyes widen in fear that you had no idea who he was and that he could just kill you if he really wanted to.

"If you let anyone know I'm here I'll end you." You nodded your head reaching behind you with your shakey hands to open the apartment door, he headed inside after you and scoffed looking around.

"Can't even afford a decent place? Just what I thought, gold digger." He spat at you knocking one of the boxes over - it was an accident, he'd been trying to walk further into the room but knocked it over with his bag breaking whatever it was inside.

"What are you even doing in Korea? Huh? Did you follow me here!? You just want to the fame don't you?!" He questioned looking around, he was trying to find any signs that you had any idea who he was but there was nothing. No posters, no magazines and no albums displayed anywhere just some books and clothes you were still in the middle of putting away.

"I had to get stuck with someone normal didn't I?!" He yelled finally losing his temper, he didn't know if he was mad at you of if it was just the entire universe he was mad at for pitting him with you.

"W-We don't even have to be together-"

"You're so fucking dumb!" He screamed throwing something he'd picked up from your kitchen counter and threw it behind him, how could the universe had fucked it up this badly?! Give him his dream life and yet he was stuck with you for his soulmate.

"P-Please stop," You begged him but it only seemed to irritate him more as he threw one of your books at the glass cupboard above your sink smashing it into tiny pieces. He walked over to you getting in your face so you would see that he meant every word he was saying to you.

"I never want to see you again, as far as I'm concerned you are nothing to me, the universe got it wrong." He spat at you your breathing hitched as he stared into your eyes, the longer he stared at you with those hate-filled eyes the more you grew weaker, your legs buckling as soon as he slammed your front door. You dropped onto your knees sobbing into your hands as the timer on your wrist vanished and left nothing but a faint unfilled love heart tattoo - if your soulmate and you were together and in love, it would be filled in with red ink but yours was so faded the ink that outlined it was almost pink. You whimpered into your hands as you tried to ignore the pain in your chest, it felt as though someone had ripped your heart right from it and left you with a giant hole where it used to be.

Three days passed until your landlord had you admitted into the hospital, he'd heard the screaming that night and had just made it into your apartment to find you crying on the floor almost sitting in the broken glass. He'd come by every day to check on you until he finally got sick of seeing you so ill and admitted you to the hospital himself. You felt awful, your chest felt empty but as though someone had laid a weight right on top of you to restrict your breathing.

"When can I leave?" You whispered to the nurse who was holding your wrist, she was applying the blood pressure machine to you when she saw the heart on your wrist. Her eyes landed on yours and filled with tears as she realised what was happening to you.

"I need to speak to the doctor first." She whispered to you filling pity for you as she walked away trying not to look back at you. Everyone knew what the hearts meant and everyone knew what happened when a soulmate rejected you.

"Yoongi! How you feeling?!" You groaned hearing yelling coming from the room across from yours, whoever it was inside of there was always having super loud visitors at inappropriate times. One snuck in at 4 am that morning with food for him since they knew how much he hated the hospital food.

"Awful, like something inside of me has been ripped out." One of the men with him laughed and you turned over to face the window wanting nothing more than to just go back to your dorm room but you still felt sick.

"Who's that?" Namjoon asked looking away from Yoongi,  Yoongi had been staring into the room across from him since the boys walked inside the hospital.

"I'll go." Jungkook laughed getting up from the chair and walking towards your room before Yoongi could even beg him not to - not that he had the energy to anyway. Yoongi knew it was you inside of there, he'd begged the nurses to move his room so you wouldn't see him but you'd been too busy staring out of the window or drawing in a sketch pad to even notice he was in the same hospital as you.

"Hi, I'm Jungkook." Your eyes looked the boy up and down, he was dressed in a hoodie and some jeans holding out his hand for you to shake but you just smiled at him not wanting to pass on what you thought you had. You had no idea that the soulmate rejection was a thing.

"I'm Y/n, w-what are you doing in my room?" You stuttered out sitting up in the bed and looking at him, he pulled the chair out and sat down crossed legged.

"You didn't look like you had any visitors so I thought I would keep you company, you're already much more interesting than my friend in there." He pointed over to Yoongi who then hid his head so you couldn't see it was him,

"Seems shy," You laughed softly and Jungkook shook his head,

"He would be, he's done nothing but stare at you since he got admitted two nights ago." He watched as you reached out for the glass of water in front of you and that was when he saw it, the faint heart that you had it was the exact same one on Yoongi in the place where his counter had been.

"Excuse me a moment." His voice broke as he got up to leave and rushed over to Yoongi demanding answers from him.

"Here," You looked behind you as someone walked into the room and placed something down onto the bedside table,

"What...What are you doing here?" You stuttered out as the boy who had been your soulmate sat down on the chair beside your bed where Jungkook had sat earlier,

"We're here for the same reason," He showed you the wrist and you frowned clearly not following along with it and he sighed.

"When a soulmate rejects you...When I rejected you I made us both sick. Clearly the universe wants us to be together." You scoffed at him pushing the food away that he'd brought you, you weren't going to take food from someone you barely knew and didn't want to get to know either.

"You trashed my apartment-"

"I had a short temper." You nodded along with him but scoffed once again,

"If you're going to scoff at everything I say we're going to be here for a long time." You shut your mouth and he smiled softly at him looking down at your wrist again his heart sank as he realised he'd been the one to hurt you this much that you were stuck in a hospital.

"I need to explain myself," He looked away from your wrist and up at you, you were already staring at him wondering why the universe had given you someone like him.

"I'm...It's going to sound bigheaded no matter how I say this, I'm famous...I'm a big deal here and almost...everywhere I think, that's why I reacted the way I did."  

"It doesn't give you a right to treat people the way you did to me-"

"I know I'm sorry," He cut you off, he knew how right you were about it but he'd built his dream life on the thought of his soulmate being someone famous like him. Someone who he would be able to relate to in ways he couldn't with other people,

"I had my expectations high-"

"Sorry I couldn't meet them." You snapped at him and he sighed, he could see he was getting nowhere with the way he was trying to explain it to you and it was frustrating for him.

"Please let me explain myself...Then you can decide if you hate me or not I promise." You slowly nodded at him and he smiled softly looking at you as you allowed him to speak even though you shouldn't have. If it was him he wouldn't have even given him the time of day to speak about it, to even be in the same room as himself.

"I was a cunt-"

"Correct," He laughed softly as you agreed with him but you waited for him to keep going and let him try to explain his way out of this.

"People use me for my money and fame all of the time...I just assumed you would too." He whispered looking down at his hands as he opened up to someone that wasn't in his life, someone he didn't know who didn't get it.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that." You whispered to him watching as he wiped his eyes, he was crying over it so you could that it seriously hurt him somewhere inside and that it was coming out in ways he didn't want it to, like lashing out on someone he didn't know and smashing up their dorm room.

As time passed in the hospital you and Yoongi grew closer to one another, no one knew he was here except for the paparazzi but they were all locked downstairs in the main entrance with no idea what was happening upstairs. The nurses were sworn to secrecy as to what was happening with patients so Yoongi had nothing to worry about,

"What are you thinking about?" You questioned as you walked into your room to see him sitting on the window and looking down at everyone on the ground floor, you were so high up that everyone looked like tiny dots you could just make out the colours of their clothing. Over the last couple of days together you'd moved past Yoongi being an arrogant asshole when you first met him and you began to get to know one another on a personal level.

"How I have to go back soon," You glanced down at your wrist you were both starting to feel better and the hearts on your wrists were beginning to fill with every moment you spent together.

"Is it a bad thing?" You questioned sitting opposite to him on the window ledge handing him a bottle of water that you'd gotten from the vending machine. He leant his head on the window and then looked at you, you were so filled with hope that this could work despite what he'd done to you that it pained him a little.

"It won't be easy." He whispered watching as you shook your head at him,

"We'll make it work...We made this work." You whispered to him as you pulled your knees into your chest and put your chin onto them to rest, he smiled softly at you at how sweet you were about everything. Willing to give anything a shot even with everything he'd told you about his life and what it would mean for you if you started dating.

"We'll make it work." He promised reaching out to take your hand in his and smiling as you locked your fingers with one another.

"I promise I'll replace everything I broke," He said as you looked up at the nurse, she was coming into the room with your discharge papers and smiled at you both happy you were both doing better than you were when you first arrived in her care.

"I know," You smiled kissing his cheek, you weren't going to let him get away with smashing everything up and not replacing it and he liked that you weren't just going to let him move away from this like he'd done nothing at all.

"Call me." You whispered to him as you walked over to your bed, picking up the bag you'd brought along with you to the hospital.

"I will." He promised, sliding off the window ledge and walking with you towards the door so he could give you a real kiss goodbye when the nurse left you alone.

"I'll see you soon." He whispered tilting your chin up to him and leaving a small kiss on your lips.

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Okay, to put some limitations on this, I’m only including the WIPs that I’ve done more than a synopsis for... that I can remember... that’s on Google Drive... that I actually think I might post one day... but haven’t posted yet because my posted WIPs are fairly easy to identify... okay... I got tagged by @unsteadyshade and I’m tagging @faunusrights and @alexlayer69

1) Across Time - Inuyasha AU where Weiss gets thrown back in time to the ancient past, where she meets two demons (Yang and Blake) warring against each other over a misunderstanding.

2) Alpha’s Devotion - Omega’s Strength, but from Winter’s POV.

3) Bears, Oh My - An exhausted Winter, lost on a hike, comes across a cabin where Yang lives with her three pet bears.

4) Brave New World - Continuation of the Dishonored AU where Ruby and Winter reflect on the new Mantle.

5) Bruised - Third installment to the ace!Yang AU. 

6) Coming Home - Based on Dash’s Tiny Knight AU, Princess Blake is betrayed and stranded far from home and must rely on a reticent knight named Weiss to return to her kingdom.

7) Complications Always Arise - Papa Schnee is demanding Weiss marry before he’ll allow her to take his place as head of the SDC, so Yang volunteers to pretend to be Weiss’ beloved. No one else knows the relationship is fake, least of all Blake and Winter, and it’s just a bunch of pain.

8) Divided - Continuation of the By Moonlight AU where Whitley returns to the castle and Winter’s not upset by that- and Winter’s upset by the fact she’s not upset and has to figure out why her inner wolf is cool with this when she should, by all rights, be furious.

9) Dragonsbane - Mage Knight Winter hears tale of a dragon in the countryside that the local villages wish to see vanquished. Winter, however, has other plans.

10) Eye of the Beholder - Blinded and near death after a battle, Winter is rescued by the mysterious Yang and is nursed back to health despite her protests otherwise. (It’s a Medusa!AU.)

11) Fabled - Fable 3 AU where Princess Ruby and Princess Yang are forced to confront the fact that Queen Raven has lost her fucking mind, only to discover that fear drove the woman insane- a fear they must confront themselves.

12) Fields of Love - Farmer Yang offers a job and housing to apparent single mother Winter and her young daughter Penny. What starts as a kind gesture grows into something so much more.

13) Full Circle - Van Helsing (2004) AU, Winter and Weiss, amnesiacs employed by the church to handle all manner of unholy problems, are sent to discover what happened to King Taiyang. Along the way, they become wrapped up in a centuries spanning prophecy and a bloodline hanging in the balance.

14) High Bar, Low Blow - Yang owns a bar where the gimmick is that everyone’s an out of work actor and the staff is staging an ongoing drama on par with a soap opera to keep their customers coming back. Winter joins the staff and then things get a bit real.

15) Hoodlums and Hijinks - Robin Hood AU where Princess Winter and Princess Weiss are just as in favor for overthrowing the king as the group of bandits run by Ruby, Yang, and Blake. 

16) Last One 2: Electric Boogaloo (title subject to change) - a sequel to Last One where the haunt continues.

17) Lexical Access - Sequel to Tip of the Tongue, where Yang gives her girlfriend a bit of roleplaying payback.

18) Little Red - Carmen Sandiego AU where Ruby was kidnapped adopted by a group of thieves and raised to become the world’s greatest thief, but a chance meeting with Penny via a stolen phone opens her eyes to the wider world, and she meets the rebellious heiress Weiss, street smart Blake, and brawler Yang, creating a team that works to foil Ruby’s former friends while eluding capture by mysterious operatives with a somewhat familiar white color scheme...

19) Long Term Investment - Yang, a fae who lives in the woods, makes a deal with Princess Winter to save the Queen. The price? Winter’s firstborn. Winter misunderstands how she’s expected to get pregnant and Yang’s never actually intended to collect. Next thing Yang knows, Winter’s moving into the clearing beside her tree home.

20) Miscalculation - Another Omegaverse AU where Weiss is an omega and Blake and Yang are alphas, except Weiss lied and said she was an alpha when enrolling in Beacon and now she’s locked in a room with Blake and Yang on the verge of starting her heat. Sharing is caring.

21) More Than Words Can Say - Winter, rendered mute by a military accident early in her career, is honestly the best girlfriend Yang’s ever had. However, tonight’s the night they’ve decided to get intimate, and that includes showing some scars that they don’t show often. It’s less about sex and more about trust and intimacy.

22) Music of the Night - Phantom of the Opera AU where the mysterious, disfigured shade of the opera house, Weiss, finds herself at odds with the rich, jovial Yang in a competition for Blake’s heart. Then there’s Adam being a dick, too, and the opera house has never seen so much drama.

23) My Heart Will Go On - It’s the Titanic, but double the rich, unwilling-to-marry ladies and triple the won-a-ticket-to-a-ship ruffians. Penny’s there too; she, like Ruby, just really likes ships.

24) One Fucking Favor - Winter’s due for a long assignment and wants to make a sex tape for stress relief purposes. Yang doesn’t ask questions; she’s just the one with the camera. But then, Winter’s partner for the vid doesn’t show up. What’s Yang going to do about it?

25) Prophecy - Star Wars AU where Ruby, Yang, and Blake are trained as Jedi, Winter and Weiss are part of the clone army, and Ruby’s the chosen one. That’s a lot of pressure to put on someone, but Senator Salem is there to lend a helping hand...

26) Propositioned - Faunus experience bouts of heat; sometimes, they can safely ignore it and go about their lives, but every now and again, they really can’t. Concerned for Blake’s health as she’s skipped too many heats to be healthy, Yang sets up a partner for Blake’s heat. Blake’s not a fan but she does like the idea of banging Weiss Schnee.

27) Proven - ARK: Survival Evolved AU where Winter, after being ‘won’ by Yang, is taken into the bowels of the earth to learn how the underground tribes who inhabit the area survive in such an unforgiving environment. As she acclimates to the tribe’s ways, she finds herself carving out her own path, culminating in facing off against the Queen and proving herself worthy.

28) Reaping What You Sow - When Winter escaped to the countryside with Penny to start a farm, she knew she had her work cut out for her. In need of help and facing a harsh cold season, she hires Yang, a one armed drifter, to help her. The two end up needing the other more than they could’ve imagined.

29) Tear My Heart Open - Blake thought she understood how the world worked. As a member of the White Fang Gang, all she needed to do was keep everyone motivated to continue their ongoing street war against the police and authorities bent on keeping them down. But while running from the cops, she’s offered sanctuary in the home of one Weiss Schnee and her girlfriend, Yang. From there, her perception of the world is completely upended.

30) The Duel - After her father offered her hand in marriage to the winner of a tournament, Winter opted to assume a disguise and fight for the prize herself. In the final match, she faces Yang Xiao Long, a competitor she’s come to know quite well, and she finds her conviction to win wavering slightly. Is it enough to lose her the fight?

31) The Lies We Tell Ourselves - Weiss has made it; she’s opened her tattoo shop in Vale, well away from her father, and aside from a bad first impression with the florists across the parking lot, everything’s looking up for her- until her father finds her. Luckily, Blake’s been through some shit and doesn’t mind helping Weiss drive daddy dearest up the wall, even if it means letting her own parents think she’s dating Weiss. It’s not like either of them is going to catch feelings... unless...

32) The Princess’ Bride - After losing her fiancée to the dreaded White Fang Pirates, Yang vows to take to the sea herself and exact her revenge. Princess Weiss finds herself falling madly in love with Yang, who still loves Blake, and all this is thrown into even more chaos when Yang gets kidnapped and Blake comes back from the dead! 

33) Two for One - Yes, another Omegaverse AU. Five years after the fall of Beacon, Yang and Blake cross paths, each believing the other has spent the time keeping their mutual mate, Weiss, safe. When they realize Weiss is with neither of them, old wounds are torn open, but before they can resolve their dispute, Winter captures the both of them and hauls them to a remote part of Atlas where an SDC facility has been turned into a fortress. There, they find a mortally wounded Weiss clinging to life and raising twins daughters; she gives her mates until her death to endear themselves to their children, else the twins might opt to stay with Winter and be kept from Blake and Yang for good. Between learning about their kids, Blake and Yang navigate their complicated feelings and try to reconnect with Weiss, all while a sinister force gathers to destroy the fortress and steal the prize within.

34) Weaknesses - Loosely set in the Glamour AU, Yang is being forced to assume her mother’s position as leader of their vampire coven. Her fellow vamps disapprove of Yang’s werewolf girlfriend. Winter, of course, doesn’t care.

I got lazy and cut a bunch out. No, fuck you, I don’t have too many AUs, I will add more if I want. Also, some of these, the first chapter is posted on my Patreon. Don’t ask me which ones; I genuinely have no idea. I’m bad at this, y’all.

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meet chloe bell  // welcome to solaris bay.

                                         the basics //

full name : chloe michelle bell birthdate & zodiac : june 27th, 1991 & cancer gender & pronouns : female & she/her sexuality : bisexual occupation : producer for mtv, currently working on solaris bay reality show. hometown : solaris bay, new jersey family : roger bell ( father ), andrea bell ( mother ), clara bell ( half-sister, older ), [ male ] ( fiancee, dating since 2017 )

                                       deeper dive //

hobbies :                 FILMING - there wasn’t a time in her life where chloe didn’t have a camera in her hand - as a kid, she used their old video camera to record birthdays, events and the street they lived on, feeling safer behind the camera with a view finder between her and the rest of the world. these days, her filming is primarily done for social media posts, but sometimes she still picks up her old video camera and shoots slices of life that happen around her.                  SINGING - no one’s going to give her any money for it, but chloe always loved to sing. she joined the chorus in middle school, and stuck through all the way to college when she stopped her sophomore year. these days, it’s mostly with the radio or her iPhone, but she loves karaoke nights with friends and blasting older music to sing along wtih.                  SKATEBOARDING - though she doesn’t get to do so as an adult as often, chloe loved skateboarding as a kid and teenager. she was often found at the skatepark during her high school years, and while most wouldn’t suspect it of her, she’d managed to learn quite a number of tricks over the years. she did break her leg when she was 16 from the hobby, which slowed her down considerably, but every now and again she’ll pull her board out from the closet and find a place to skateboard around the neighborhood again.                  COOKING - in the bell house, it was practically a pre-requisite to learn how to cook. andrea taught both of her daughters from a young age how to prepare food, primarily creole from louisianna where she herself had been born and raised. while clara took to it quicker and easier and with more passion, chloe still remains an excellent cook who loves to entertain her friends with her dishes. 

favorites :                  food - meatloaf & mac and cheese                  drink -  chardonnay or mountain dew                  movie - moulin rouge!                  song - move along ( all american rejects )                   color - orange & purple habits :                no cigarettes  / socially drinks alcohol / no drug use                  nervous ticks include rambling until someone tells her to be quiet, tucking her hair behind her ears, twisting her thumb between her fingers, and licking her lips.  loves :                  homecooked meals, her family, her niece, pampered spa days, shopping at thrift stores, the summer, the beach, whales, 2000′s era pop punk, her fiancee, romance novels, board games, filming, and listening to people’s life stories.  fears :                  fire, hospitals, and losing her phone talents :                    film, skateboarding, cooking, hula hooping and predicting the weather

                                        appearance //

height : 5′9″ tattoos : a small butterfly adorns her right shoulder, a drunken choice she got with her college roommate while on spring break her junior year.  scars : a scar from her appendicitis when she was 14 is on her stomach, and a broken leg bone left a scar from where she fell over skateboarding as a teen. piercings : she has her ears pierced, usually donning simple gemstones in the holes unless she needs to dress up for an event, and has a simple stud in her left nostril.  hair : though she went wild with different colored streaks in her hair as a teen, she primarily keeps her locks at a medium length, usually just past her shoulders, with a light blonde highlights into her dark locks and a wavy curl to look sophisticated and stylish while being as low maintenance as possible.  fashion :                clothing - between work and her personal life, her clothing attire can vary - sometimes she’s donning suits in bright colors of pink or yellow, other times it’s ripped jeans and converse. she has to ensure she can look professional for meetings at the office, but trendy when dealing with her clients and the people around her, and it’s a dichotomy she takes in stride. her favorite outfit is a simple hot pink dress - one she’s worn for most important events over the past few years, including the premier of solaris bay and her subsequent engagement that happened that same night.                shoes - while she’s already tall, chloe adores wearing heels. she’s grateful to be around people who don’t mind when she throws on stilettos and climbs to 6′ - it helps her feel powerful, especially in a room full of men she may tower over. in her downtime, though, she’ll usually grab a pair of sneakers - converse or vans, though she uses addidas to exercise ( when she forces herself to do so ). 

                                       bio //

most could claim that chloe bell lived a charmed childhood; the only ( biological ) daughter of the local chief of police and a local restauranteer, she and her older sister clara grew up in the suburbs of solaris bay, attending clover street all the way until their graduation of solaris bay high twelve years later. an active member of their church community, a soccer player and an avid filmmaker, it didn’t come as any surprise to anyone when chloe managed to snag a near full scholarship to rutgers to explore filmmaking.

the goal was simple: become an award winning movie maker, focusing on niche topics and documentaries who got to travel around the world and visit sundance and tribecca, always with a new beau and a new movie in mind.

it was harder than it sounded, though, and chloe almost dropped out her sophomore year. crawling back home, she took classes at the local community college until she felt confident enough to go back - while it took her five years to get her diploma, it hangs proudly in her home office in new york city.

or, rather, it did, along with all her dreams. but becoming a filmmaker is easier said than done - these days, anyone with an iPhone can classify themselves a filmmaker, and while getting stories out of people as she set up shop in various bars was easy enough, the money never quite came together, and working various jobs to make ends meet in the tiny brooklyn apartment she shared with five others never seemed to be as satisfying as she hoped it would. instead, she landed a job at mtv - as an intern, working her way up until she landed a role she could feel comfortable with : producer.

reality tv was the bane of her existence, but she found something she could market herself as - the confidante to those on screen, edging them into particular circumstances those behind the scenes wanted more. but when the opportunity brought her back home, chloe tried to find any way out of it.

unfortunately, a hometown girl behind the scenes was exactly the kind of thing mtv wanted from their new show. and so she packed her bags, kissed her fiancee goodbye, and found a condo in solaris peak.

it’s not a glamorous job by any means - she’s often working 16 to 18 hour days when they’re filming, and in the off season she’s stuck recruiting new cast members, interviewing people for their web series, and coming up with plans for the next season. and being home should be joyous - she’s missed her parents, and her old friends, of course - but running into her exes, and more importantly, her sister, makes her want to crawl back to new york city and never return.

the bell family was perfect, after all. but only from the outside - and only if chloe and clara stayed far, far away from one another.

[juliandev0rak]

Cadmus Durand ⚔️

the charming assassin on the run

Introducing...

Full name: Comte Cadmus Orion François Durand

Meaning: the title Comte is the same as a count or an earl (Cadmus is specifically an earl) his first name comes from Greek mythology:

In Greek mythology Cadmus was the son of the Phoenician king Agenor. He was sent by his father to rescue his sister Europa, who had been abducted by Zeus, although he did not succeed in retrieving her. According to legend, Cadmus founded the city of Thebes and introduced the alphabet to Greece. He also famously slayed a dragon. 

source 1 source 2

Cadmus also translates to “one who excels” 

Gender: male, he/ him

Birthday: April 10th

Age (start of story): 29

Orientation: bisexual

Magic: illusions, light

Occupation: assassin

Familiar: Agatha the black mamba snake, named after Agathodaemon, a mythological personal companion spirit often pictured as a snake

Love interest: Julian Devorak, no canon route

Shippable?: very!

Theme song: Take Me Out- Franz Ferdinand

(the perfect song for him, lyrically and because the band is named after the famously assassinated Archduke)

full playlist

— ALIGNMENTS —

Zodiac signs: 

Sun: aries

Moon: aquarius

Rising: capricorn

MBTI: entj

Element: fire

Major Arcana: The Chariot

UPRIGHT: Control, willpower, success, action, determination

REVERSED: Self-discipline, opposition, lack of direction

Minor Arcana: 9 of Wands

UPRIGHT:  Resilience, courage, persistence, test of faith, boundaries

REVERSED: Inner resources, struggle, overwhelm, defensive, paranoia

Magic:

— Illusions: Can create minor illusions such as fake walls to hide behind or temporarily changing his appearance  (hair color, facial features etc)

— Light: Can create a ball of golden light, for flashlight or distraction purposes usually 

Other abilities: espionage, speaks multiple languages, skilled in various types of weapons including swords of all kinds and archery, skilled dancer

— PERSONALITY & PREFERENCES —

Personality: Cadmus is direct, confident, and decisive. He’s quick thinking and resourceful and always has a plan. He’s outwardly very charming, though he uses the information he learns from others to figure out the best way to take them down. Always vigilant and observant, Cadmus tends to see people in terms of how they can be of use to him.

He’s got a talent for making people feel like they know him, even though they don’t. He makes friends easily, though whether he would consider them friends is another matter. He also makes enemies easily, both through his job and family affiliation and through his boastful attitude. He has a bad temper and his pride is easily hurt. He likes to be the best at everything he does, and he usually is. Cadmus will rise to any challenge and has to hold himself back from fighting every battle. 

When he does genuinely care for someone he is loyal, protective, and can be kind. The only people to earn this treatment so far are his younger sister Daphne, and occasionally his best friend and Captain of the Guard, Alexander Garreau.

Mental health: Cadmus is very emotionally closed off, he deals with PTSD from his childhood and vocation but generally does a great job of never letting anyone know he’s upset. His attention ranges from hyperfocus to being completely unfocused with little in between. He also has very bad coping mechanisms and tends to be self destructive in his relationships 

Likes: dancing, sunny days, playing games (of any kind), sleeping in

Dislikes: indecision, lack of control, travelling by boat

Fears: small spaces (he’s claustrophobic), losing his sister

Quirks: walks with a bit of a limp from previous injuries

Favorite food: crème brûlée

Favorite drink: gin

Favorite flower: larkspur

Favorite color: black and gold

Most likely to: consider sword fighting first base

— APPEARANCE —

Height: 6’, 183 cm

Eyes: blue grey

Hair: honey blonde, curly, he often lets it grow to his shoulders

Other: has freckles everywhere, and a multitude of battle scars ranging from tiny ones on his arms to a large one on his torso, his left shoulder has a tattoo of a dragon that stretches onto his arm, he also has pierced ears

Color theme: black, gold, silver, royal blue

Fashion sense: described as “fancy goth prince / part time pirate”, his clothing is expensive, detailed, and always impeccably tailored, he comes from money and his wardrobe shows it. Cadmus wears mostly black, especially on missions, but at special events will branch into colors, usually blue or gold. He’s a fan of a classic puffy sleeve and tight pants combo. 

— FAMILY & BACKGROUND —

Family: 

The Durand Family Motto is “ex gladio vita” from the sword, life

Augustin Durand - father- alive | relationship: bad

Helene Durand - mother - alive | relationship: nearly nonexistent

Alastor Durand - younger brother - alive | relationship: bad, pretty much mortal enemies

Daphne Durand - younger sister - alive | relationship: best friends, slightly paternal 

History:

Born and raised in the city of Avronne, Cadmus was trained as an assassin from a young age to protect his family’s political and business ventures. He’s used as a weapon, a pawn to his father the Comte d'Avronne, and sent across the world on missions to take out anyone who could threaten the family. Cadmus never questioned the things he was asked to do, simply doing as he was told to protect his life and out of a sense of duty and loyalty to his family and city. 

He grew up in the luxury of the castle, going on missions as commanded until he was forced to reconsider his morals and family loyalty. He’s sent to assassinate the princess of a neighboring city to allow his family to control the line of succession in their favor. When he arrives, he finds that the princess is only 16 years old and reminds him too much of his own younger sister Daphne. When the time comes to kill, he chooses to spare her instead and faces his family’s wrath. 

On the run from his family and their army of trained assassins (some of them Cadmus’ own friends and relatives) he flees to Vesuvia, a city big enough to hide in. He plans to stay for a few weeks at most, but plans change when he meets an old friend (or enemy depending on who you ask) His stay in Vesuvia is cut short when he receives word that his sister is in terrible danger. 

Now Cadmus must choose whether to walk into his father’s trap to save his sister, perhaps at the cost of his own life. With the help of a certain red haired doctor he might just be able to pull it off- but sacrifices must be made.

Five facts:

he’s allergic to nuts which has nearly killed him on at least 2 occasions

he loves his horse, he’s the male equivalent of a horse girl but he’d never admit to it

he has a chipped front tooth and it gives him a slightly crooked looking smile

his familiar Agatha has deadly venom and has assisted him with taking down targets before

he fights with a sword left handed for the tactical advantage, even though he’s right handed

note: Hi hello here is my newest child, I’m very excited to share him! Special thanks to @leila-of-ravens​ because I stole her oc bio template lol, and thank you to all of my lovely mutuals who have listened to me gush about him  💗

[radiorenjun]

I Don't Need It. i

• Pairing: Na Jaemin x Reader

• Genre: Angst, Comedy, Fluff

• Na Jaemin despised the idea of soulmates, he wanted to fight against fate for choosing his soulmate for him. Even if it means his stubborn childhood best friend wouldn't stop trying to make him accept about the similar tattoos on their wrists.

• Masterlist here!

• Chapters: i, ii

"Hey Jaemin?" you said, not looking up from your bucket filled with sand. "Yeah?" your friend replied, sitting down infront of you, sand moving everywhere from the impact. You flipped the bucket over, tapping it with your palms and the end of the plastic shovel.

"Do you think my soulmate is just gonna be like Daddy?" you asked, creating sand walls with your palm as Jaemin set up mini towers beside the bucket with his little cup. "Soulmate? Gross," his face scrunched up in disgust, sticking his tongue out which caused you to giggle.

"You're gonna have one, too, dummy!" your hands grabbed one of your stuffed animals and throwing it at him. "Yeah, but I don't wanna." he pouted, grabbing the shovel beside you to fill another bucket with the sand around you, putting your stuffed animal aside.

"Why not?"

"Cause it's stupid."

"It's not stupid!"

You look up at him with a pout, looking at Jaemin who's eyes was filled with anger. "Why?" you asked, pulling your bucket to reveal a perfectly made sand castle. "It's stupid how we can't choose our soulmates." he whined.

"Why?" you asked again, in the same calm tone as you decorated your sandcastle with tiny figurines of your latest favorite cartoon. "I want to choose myself." he ran his hand through the sand, picking a pile up with his palm before letting it pour out in between his fingers.

"I want to choose my soulmate." he stated after a sigh, looking at you with his lips sucked in between his teeth as you gave him a sweet understanding smile. "Dont you, Y/n?" he asked, making you look up at him with a small questioning hum.

"Don't you wanna choose your soulmate, too?" he asked. "Me?" you asked, pointing a finger at yourself, making him nod. You grabbed your tigger plushie and hugged it to yourself, "I want to. So bad. Mommy says soulmates are the ones that make you happy, and would protect you when Mommy and Daddy aren't around. And would always be with you forever and ever," you gushed.

You paused as you hugged your plushie tight, "I would do anything to meet my soulmate." you sighed dreamily. "I think Tigger might be your soulmate," Jaemin teased. "I wish." you stuck your tongue and blew a raspberry teasingly at him, making him laugh.

"But Mommy says Tigger can't have a tattoo when he's 16 years old." you whined, looking at your plushie with your lips pursed. "See! This is why I don't want a soulmate." Jaemin huffed, raising his arms out at you before crossing them against his chest dramatically.

"I thought you said you want to choose your soulmate," you smiled, nuzzling your head against Tigger. Jaemin frowned, kicking some sand off the soles of his shoes, "That too." he grumbled under his breath.

"Even if your soulmate was me?" you asked teasingly, poking your cheek with your hand to act cute. The boy let out a giggle, throwing your plushie that was previously thrown at him to you. "Especially you!"

His words made you frown, your bottom lip sticking out. "Meanie! Na Jaemin is a meanie!" you whined before looking at your Tigger plush. "Tigger, Jaemin is a big meanie. He's not my soulmate. My soulmate would make me happy, not be mean to me." You announced dramatically as Jaemin stuck his tongue out with a teasing smile.

"For now, you're my soulmate, Tigger! Tigger makes me happy all the time!" you grinned widely as Jaemin laughed. "Tigger can't be your soulmate, y/n!!" he laughed, clutching his stomach at your weird antics.

"Yes he can! And he's a better soulmate than you'll ever be, Jaemin! Soulmates make each other happy all the time, not be mean to them!" you turned your head away from Jaemin dramatically, making Jaemin snort.

You were six years old when you found out Jaemin didn't want a soulmate. At least, a soulmate that was chosen for him. You didn't think he was serious, thinking it was merely just a phase that he would eventually get over and accept reality.

You were thirteen years old when you're beginning to think otherwise.

"Jaemin!!" you exclaimed, running up to him and hopping as you lay your hands on his shoulders, startling the boy. "How's my favorite bestfriend?" you grinned, tilting your head as you watch Jaemin chuckle softly at you.

"Im your only bestfriend, loser." he stated casually causing your smile to drop. "Damn, do you always have to ruin my mood? That is no way to speak to your precious best friend." you tutted, waving your index finger at him, making the boy giggle as he rolled his eyes.

"It's my job as a bestfriend to turn your life upside-down right?" he grinned as he shut his locker, walking by your side to your class. "Yeah, you're definitely not my soulmate." you stated in a monotone voice, your lips pursed dramatically.

"Could you stop talking bout soulmates for just a second?" he groaned loudly, tilting his head back in frustration. You grinned, "right, I forgot your sister found hers already. Must suck to hear how everyone in your family isn't single no more." you teased.

"Oh shut up, you're single too. Idiot." he sassed, gently flicking your forehead which caused you to let out a small yelp. "Yeah, yeah, yeah." you pouted, rubbing the slightly sore spot on your forehead as you continued to walk down the crowded halls.

"You still on that 'I'll reject my soulmate when I meet them' phase?" you mumbled, "this phase feels like its gonna last a whole lifetime, God." you continued as Jaemin let out an exasperated sigh. "It's not a phase, Y/n." he stated.

You raised your brow questioningly at your best friend, "you sure you won't change your mind?" you asked. You saw him nod without meeting your eyes, determined to keep his word. "Alright, dang, I feel bad whoever gets to be your soulmate." you chuckled.

"You're still love struck bout finding them? You got three years left til you actually get your tattoo. What's the rush?" he grinned after a moment of silence. You raise your eyebrows, "there's no rush. I just." you sighed, looking down at your two feet, your shoelaces both tied to a tight knot.

"I really really want to meet them." you sucked in your lips, hearing Jaemin let out a chuckle. "No kidding, y/n." he joked which made you glare at him. "I'm serious." you said, looking into his eyes with full seriousness to prove to him that you're actually that hyped up.

"I really really want to meet them. " you spoke. "My parents always show so much love for each other and they just make the concept seem so exciting. My mom says meeting your soulmate makes you feel whole and you can't stop yourself from smiling when you're around them." you explained.

"It's something you don't understand." you grinned, booping his nose which caused him to let out a small laugh. "Yeah, because I'm mostly sick of seeing my folks being all lovey dovey infront of me. Now I have my sister doing it," he scrunches his face in disgust.

"No matter, soulmates make each other happy. I'm sure mine is no different." you rolled your eyes, "your soulmate would just spend the rest of their lives being rejected by your stubborn ass," you nudged his side, making him smile. "Oh shut up," he laughed.

"Have you done your homework, mister?" you raised your brow teasingly. His face contorted from disgust to shock, his eyes widening. "We have homework?"

On your sixteenth birthday, you couldn't be more excited. They say the moment you blow your candles, it will start to appear. Jaemin got his on his birthday since he was older, his frown evident everytime he looks at his wrist.

He would cover his mark up with a bracelet or a watch so he wouldn't have to look at it every moment of his life. 'He's still going strong with his distaste for soulmates, huh?' you thought as you stared at yourself at the mirror, preparing for your big day.

The people you love around you, your parents putting down your cake infront of you with candles in the shape of numbers brightly lit. Everyone clapping and singing a happy birthday song before ending it with you blowing your candles.

You felt the skin on your wrist fidget, looking down at your left wrist everyone came closer to see your tattoo. Ink began to appear on your skin, forming a familiar small red heart balloon flying in between two clouds, awing everyone in the room.

Your jaw dropped as your eyes widened at the mark. The ink had stopped appearing, leaving your wrist with a small odd feeling. Like a thin layered sticker sticking to your skin. You looked up at the people around you who gave you compliments at your mark.

Everyone was smiling and congratulating you, however, your parents and Jaemin's parents were'nt looking too bright at your mark. Jaemin was unconsciously holding onto his left wrist which was covered by his new watch.

"Dude, your tattoo looks so aesthetically pleasing."

"Your tattoo looks so cute, do you think you found your soulmate already?"

"I hope you find them soon!"

"Man, I can't wait til I'm 16. That shit looked amazing!"

"Wonder who your soulmate is"

Everyone's words blurred in your ears as your eyes subtly went to Jaemin who was talking to his friends in the corner with a drink in his hand. His eyes met yours before giving you a small half hearted smile. It wasn't genuine. You knew what he was going to say after this party was over.

You gazed at the mark on your left wrist, running your thumb over it gently. Your head deep in the clouds, ignoring the people around you.

"Hey." Jaemin mumbled awkwardly after the party ended, leaving your house empty with just you, Jaemin and both of your parents. "Hey," you replied, tugging the sleeves of your hoodie as you didn't know what to say to him.

"So. We're soulmates." he stated as if it wasn't the obvious. Your eyes went to his left wrist, seeing that he had taken his watch off, leaving the skin a bit red from how tight he put on the watch. The similar mark of a red heart balloon in between two clouds evident on his skin.

"I guess." you shrugged, hugging your pillow to your chest tightly, tightening your grip with every passing second. "Listen, I-" Jaemin spoke after a long excruciating moment of silence. He cut himself off with a deep inhale.

"You know how I feel bout soulmates more than anyone. And it still hasn't change. You know I don't want a soulmate, at least one that's chosen for me." he bit his lip nervously, eyes not meeting yours. You couldn't lie, it felt like a strong punch to your gut. "But, like," Jaemin scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, unsure of what to say. "I don't want to lose you, my best friend, because of this silly stupid mark."

You furrowed your brows. 'He's your soulmate. You're fated to be together. He'll accept the fact soon, right? He just needs a little convincing.' you bit your lip. You were stubborn and you know it. You're gonna change his mind even if it's the last thing you do.

"So, can we just put this behind us-" Jaemin spoke softly before you cut him off. "No," you said in a bold tone, making him look at you wide confused eyes, brows furrowed. "What?" he mumbled.

You look up at him with determined eyes and a bright smile. "I know this isn't going to be easy but I'm going to do whatever it takes to convince you that deep down I know you feel something for me. Why? Cause we're soul mates and sooner or later you're going to accept that!" you huffed dramatically.

Jaemin started at you in disbelief, "don't try to talk me out of this. I'm just as stubborn as you are! I'm not stopping til you accept me as your soulmate," you put your hands on your hips, standing up to push him out of the room. "Wait what, Y/n-" he started as he stumbled to the exit of your room.

"Now get out, starting tomorrow I'm going to convince you. Therefore, I'll be needing tons and tons of rest. Just you wait, Na Jaemin. L/N Y/N is going to work hard for this!" you stuck your tongue out before slamming the door shut. You heard him sigh from the other side of the door before walking away half a minute later.

You leaned your back against the door in exhaustion, sliding down to sit down on the floor. Your smile turning to a quick frown as you ran a hand through your hair in frustration. This is going to be tough.

[simplisticgardengnome]

Modern Au where the gaang is under the same dance company

A few things before I start writing everything is that I am changing the ages so here they are when the main story happens ig?? Here they are:

Zuko: 16

Mai: 16

Ty Lee: 15

Sokka: 15

Suki: 15

Katara: 14

Aang: 14

Toph: 14

Azula: 14

Anyways, here we go!

•Ozai is killed by Ursa when Zuko is 12 and Azula is ten

•Which sucks of course, and because this man owns a super famous dance company thing, the police have to investigate

•They question Ursa, Iroh, Lu Ten(yeah he’s alive thank you), Zuko and Azula

•They quickly realize that Ozai was super abusive

•Instead of looking for his murder(which they are pretty sure is Ursa or Iroh), they say it was a suicide (normally I would say acab but police can be okay here)

•Ursa takes over the dance company and renames it to Roku Dance or something

•Before it was named after Sozin, and that’s yuck

•Anyways, all of the dancers that Ozai ever chose were Fire Nation dancers

•So Ursa immediately decides to hire an Earth Kingdom group called “The Kyoshi Warriors”

•They are comprised of dancers who are all about 14-18 besides one girl

•Suki!!! Anyways, 11 year old Suki meets 12 Zuko and they are friends really quickly

•It’s really nice for Zuko because he doesn’t have friends :(

•The Kyoshi Warriors see how close Zuko and Suki are and just go:

•Oh Suki you should be doing duets with think boy ;)

•So that’s what goes on with Suki and Zuko

•Also Zuko is blind in his eye where the scar would be, but since Ozai got murdered that DIDNT HAPPEN

•So Zuko is just blind in that eye

•His school decides that he should be friends with a girl name Toph because “!!Zuko!! She’s!!! Blind!!!”

•Zuko hates this at first because he hates being forced to get along with people

•But Toph is cool

•So Zuko, Suki and Toph are a little trio for a while

•About a year later, Zuko is living in a little apartment type thing in the dance studio (sh it’s my AU and I have my reasons) because his mom and step-dad’s house is far away from his school which is very close to the dance studio

•Suki has the same situation just as the Kyoshi warriors do, she has her own little apartment thing

•Mai, Azula and Ty Lee have their little apartment thing too (because I said so)

•One day, Zuko finds this boy Aang, who is 12 and was raised by monks

•He just ran away because...

•Honestly your choice

•Anyways, Zuko is like “Oh bro, you can stay in my apartment for a bit.”

•Aang is super excited because, wow!! People who aren’t monks!!

•Toph and Aang get along right away

•Suki thinks he’s chill

•So Zuko pleads with Ursa to let Aang stay

•And she does!! Because Aang can dance!!!

•Anyways, Aang and Zuko share an apartment and become really good friends

•At some point they adopt a puppy and name him Appa

•They regret adopting him as a puppy because he was a lap dog when he was tiny, but is now giant and almost crushes people

•They also adopt a ferret that they name Momo

•Zuko adopts a lizard and names him Druk

•Aang refers to the three animals as his and Zuko’s children

•Zuko hates this but eventually gives in

•Then!!! When Zuko is 16, Ursa accepts this girl named Katara to be in the dance studio!!

•Katara so excited!! Her fathers(I said Bakoda rights) move her and her older brother Sokka to the place where the dance studio is

•Katara begs Sokka to come with her and he obliges

•They walk in expecting to see a bunch of dancers practicing some really hard music

•Instead they see

•A boy will blue arrow tattoos sitting on the back of a girl doing push-ups (Inspired by a post that I will link at the bottom because Tumblr is being RUDE) the boy is on his phone

•A boy with a very neat bun and gold eyes(Sokka notes that last part in his mind) is sitting on the floor and there is a giant fluffy dog sitting on top of him

•A girl with short hair just laying on the ground

•Katara is just like, “Uh?? Hi???”

•She gets a hi from all of them

•The boy with the tattoos calls out “That’s 69 Toph!”

•The girl, (Apparently Toph is her name)doing the push-ups, just calls back “Nice”

•Sokka is like “Okay Katara, I’m going to go”

•The girl on the floor hoists herself up onto her elbows and is like, “You can stay if you want, it’s not like anyone else is here today”

•Sokka is confused because?? Aren’t people supposed to be there

•Suki explains that this specific dance studio has the Kyoshi Warriors; Whatever Azula, Ty Lee and Mai’s trio is called; Zuko; Aang; and now Katara

•The Kyoshi Warriors (besides Suki, since she accidentally sprained her ankle) are at competition and so are Azula, Ty Lee and Mai

•Katara gives Sokka a pleading look so he complies(though he really shouldn’t)

•And that is how Sokka and Katara meet the rest of the gaang

If I write this (I probably won’t haha) it’ll feature Zukka, Kataang, Toph x Suki(no I don’t know the ship name thank you very much) Tyzula(but Azula won’t be toxic because I just want them to be happy), and Bakoda.

[lovemesomesurveys]

What’s the last vegetable you ate, and when did you eat it? I had spinach in my homemade egg and cheese mcmuffin yesterday. 

What was your last Facebook notification for? Notifying me someone added a photo to a group I’m in.

What bands have you seen live? Several because a few of the concerts I’ve been to featured a few bands, which was cool. I don’t feel like listing them all.

Tell me an interesting fact about your mother: She wanted to go into the marines, but unfortunately life happened and her plans got put on hold and ultimately never happened. That was her dream. :/

What do you think is the most important thing to happen to you before the age of 13? Uhh. The accident I had at 7 months old that made me a paraplegic and changed my life forever?

What were you super against as a young child but aren’t anymore? Scary movies. I love ‘em now.

What are your plans later today? Stay in bed most of the day sleeping, watching TV, scrolling through Tumblr, watching YouTube, and checking my social medias. 

Are you doing anything exciting this weekend? It’s the weekend and that’s all I’m doing ^^^. 

Who do you talk to the most? My mom.

What are some things you do regularly that make you feel old? I feel old because of how I feel, health wise.

Who is your best guy friend(s)? I don’t have one.

Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? I’d like to be a little tanner.

If you had a tiny scar on your face, would you get it removed or just keep it? I do have some tiny scars on my face and I just let them be. 

Have you had an x-ray in the past year? Yes.

Do you think your first love still loves you? He never did.

What is something that is “going right” in your life? I’ve been going through a really hard time the past month, actually.

When did you feel ready to start dating? I thought I was when I had my first boyfriend at 16, but nope.

When was the last time your pet bit you? If you don’t have a pet, have you ever been bitten by someone else’s? She’s never bitten me.

Where were you the last time you made out? I think it was in his car. It’s been several years now since then, so I’m not quite sure.

When was the last time you cried tears of joy? I’m not someone who tends to cry for that reason.

How do you type your sad smileys? :(

Do you have “decorative hand-towels” that cannot be used in your house? Nope.

What was the last soda you drank? I had some Coke to take my medicine earlier. 

What was the last thing someone made fun of you for? *shrug*

Have you ever had any type of surgery? Yeah, a few.

Should kids be allowed to get tattoos/piercings without parental consent? Uh, no.

Who was the last person to hit on you? It’s been a longgg time since that has happened.

What was the last thing you decided not to do, that you were supposed to? I was supposed to make a phone call yesterday.

What’s the hardest thing you’ve ever had to tell someone? Hm.

What do you put on hot dogs? On the very rare occasions I had a hot dog I just put ketchup and mustard.

Ever fallen in the shower? No, thankfully.

Do you think that things will get better? I can’t see that right now. :/

Have you ever legitimately saved a person’s life? No.

What’s your favourite book genre? Murder mysteries and psychological thrillers. 

Have you ever walked out of a movie at the theatre? Once. I honestly don’t remember why, though.

Do dogs like you? Yes.

Would you say that you project an air of authority? Ha, no.

Have you ever jumped off a high dive into a pool? Nooo.

Do you use one towel when you shower or two? (one for hair, one for body) One.

Have you ever been to one of the great lakes? Nope.

Who do you know that had a baby recently? A few people on my Facebook.

Do you like Usher’s songs? Yeah, I like several of his songs.

When was the last time you went to a waterpark? Never. I don’t do waterslides. 

Have you ever ridden a train? Nope.

What do you eat your French fries with? Ranch.

Do you have family problems? No family is perfect. 

What’s the last food you ate that was stale? Hm. I don’t recall.

How do you like your grilled cheese? Cheesy.

What is the most challenging meal you have ever cooked? The only thing I cook is ramen, which isn’t challenging at all. I’m so not a cook. What was your favorite thing to do as a little kid? I lovedddd playing Barbies.

Have you ever been close to drowning? No, but that’s a fear of mine since I can’t swim so even with floaties or an inner tube I don’t feel safe.

Have you ever had a panic attack? Many times.

Do you like doing housework? No.

Would you ever get implants? No.

Do you own a robe? Nope. I have a Snuggie, though.

Do you have a little sister? What’s her name? Nope.

Do you like crust on pizza or do you cut it off? No, I just eat the top layer of dough on the pizza. 

What was the last song you listened to? I don’t remember.

Have any of your family members been to jail? No one in my immediate family, but some extended family members have.

Is there anyone that you feel you still need some closure with? Not anymore.

Can you remember when you first learned how to read? Not exactly.

What event in your life has transformed your personality the most? I’m sure my accident had a big impact.

Have you ever had any teeth pulled? Yes.

Do you still want to be what you wanted to be in elementary school? Noo. Back then I wanted to be a teacher, but that changed when I got to like middle school.

What’re some TV shows that you would like to get into? I have a list of new shows I want to check out, but I have yet to get around to. Oh, I did start this new show on Freeform called “Cruel Summer” that just started last week, though.

How would you feel if you were drafted for the military? I can’t due to my physical disability.

What is your favorite Queen song? I like Bohemian Rhapsody, Under Pressure, We Will Rock You/We are the Champions, and Another One Bites the Dust.

Do you know how to use any foreign currency? I’ve never had to.

Been kissed by someone who you knew was “bad” for you? You could say that.

Ever taken an at-home pregnancy test? Nope. Never had a reason to.

When was the last time you were at a loss of what to do? The past few years. Now.

What did you do on your favorite date with a guy/girl? I loved going to Starbucks and then wandering around bookstores with Ty.

What’s a movie you have seen in the theater more than once? There’s several, like the big ones I’m really excited about and into such as the Marvel movies.

What is the reason you’re still alive? My family.

Have you ever had sex in someone else’s bed/bedroom? No.

Do you ever brush your hair before you go to bed? Not usually.

Have you ever had a dream about sleeping with a celebrity? (You don’t have to give details.) Maaaybe.

Has anyone ever told you that they needed you? Do you think they meant it? Yes, I’ve been told that. I think they did feel that way at the time.

How did you feel when you woke up today? What was the first thing you thought about? I haven’t gone to bed, yet, but I always wake up feeling shitty.

Do you still tell your parents that you love them? Yes.

Have you ever said “I love you” to someone you weren’t going out with? Well yeah, it’s not something you just say in the romantic sense. I love my family and tell them so.

Would you date someone with a physical disability? Yeah. I have a physical disability.

Think of the last person you had sex with. Do you think they’ve slept with anyone else since they last slept with you? I’m a virgin.

The last time you dyed your hair, what color did you dye it? Red.

Think of the last time you went out to eat. Who paid? My mom.

Do you save at least 15 percent of your income? I try to at least.

Do you ever go on Reddit? If so, what are some of your favorite subreddits? I’ve Googled things that led me to Reddit, but I don’t go on there specifically.

Were you ever a flower girl or ring bearer in anyone’s wedding when you were little? Nope.

Are your parents in good health? Fortunately, yes.

Have you ever been a caregiver to a sick/disabled relative? Nope. I’m the one who has the caregiver.

Is there any type of medicine you can’t take? For what reason? Well, I can’t take pills unless I can crush them.

Do you have a favorite pair of pajamas? What do they look like? My pajamas are also what I wear during the day, which are leggings and graphic tees. 

Do you have any interesting pillow cases? I have a Michael Myers throw pillow, a couple other Halloween (the holiday) themed ones with skeletons and stuff on ‘em that I’ve had up since last Halloween, a Star Wars one, and a body pillow with giraffe print.

If something on your body hurts, which part is it most likely to be? My back, stomach, neck.

Are you more afraid of spiders or bees? Spiders, but I’m afraid of both. I’m afraid of ALL bugs.

Have you ever worn fake nails? If so, what did the last pair you wore look like? No.

Is Russian or Native American history more interesting to you? Various topics in history are interesting to me.

[anonil88]

“This isn't prison break.”parts 1 & 2

Rue runs away for a night from rehab with a bunch of people she doesn't know. They go to a club, do some stupid stuff and adopt a cat.

wrote this and put it on AO3- lnk here- but also updating on here:

PART 1

Rue laughs absently at the other group of "degenerates" as Ali would call them. They are walking along the side of the road towards wherever a kid named Malcolm was leading them. She technically was supposed to be in her small dorm bed asleep and awaiting 4 am check in. But instead here she was being a fellow degenerate who had technically escaped the rehab facility. They all intended on going back to the treatment facility eventually. She hopes Sol would even though it meant they probably would be separated. They all just needed a night of more because everyone was on edge and needed a break. Everyone was aware that the consequences would be getting kicked out or all restrictions taken away. But, fuck it.

Her group of acquaintances, because they were not her friends, was made up of a random assortment of folks. One of which was some guy named Graham who was apparently the older "brother" of Angel. Angel was the only one out of the group besides her roommate who actually knew more than whatever she half assed in group therapy. Which was very little but it was enough to keep them.... interested. Rue shoves her hands in the pockets of a pair of baggy shorts that Angel threw at her in a parking lot after everyone met back up. Their escape plan was a plan but they all booked it through a hole in the fence and through a patch of woods at first. Some person named Bones, who had to at least be a sophomore in college, picked them all up in a hatchback and the Graham who opened a backpack filled with vices.

Rue steered clear of the opiates and went straight for the bottle of Coconut Rum. Even though she could practically hear the pills singing her fucking name. Most of them actually opted to be clean of whatever landed them in rehab but not sober. Not everyone though because Angel was definitely rolling a tiny bit and so were two other people out of the 5 fence jumpers. Including her roommate Sol. Rue just figured the slap on the wrist once they got back would be less harsh without a positive test. The rum was more than enough to stay kind of alert amongst everyone here. All these faces that might leave her dying face down in a ditch if she OD’ed....again.

She wasn't even in here because of an overdose. Just a basic relapse that made her mom's mind up for her and now she was forced into a stupid facility with strangers. They forced her to talk, made sure she ate, but she honestly felt worse being inside than out. It was probably working the 12 steps and quiet therapy sessions but in places she didn't see yet. This right here though the warmth of the air touching her skin as the packed car they'd all tumbled into hurtled through empty streets. Leaning her head back she mumbles along the lyrics while Sol pulls at the worn shirt collar. 

 "Beep beep go swerving in my, Beep been you want me riding in your...."

Rue sighs feeling sticky lips press against her clavicle and up her neck.

 "Beep beep ghost busting in my,

 Beep beep you want me riding in your....driving super fast."

Sol was cool people but Rue knew it couldn't be anything more than fooling around. Kissing when no one was watching or either of them came back from a therapy session sobbing.  Sometimes Sol sneaking into her bed at night so they could have quickie sex sessions. This wasn't how Rue expected to explore her sexuality that was pretty dormant but it was what she had. It also wasn't with who she had in mind either. Lingering feelings aside the two of them were stuck in a juvenile inpatient program. With the same beds as the ones in college pamphlets, a no shoelace rule, and  fuzzy socks ( that Rue secretly loves). This girl was like 3 inches shorter than Rue, dark skinned, neck tattoos and a short cut. Sol had been through so much more shit than Rue and it made her feel ungrateful. Ungrateful because at least she had a hard working mom who still loved her and hadn't abandoned all hope. Other people in the program who took it seriously though told her not to because her life sucked too.

Feeling Sol's lips on hers she kissed her back. She didn't feel anything but it must have felt amazing to Sol who deepened the kiss. The car swerved past what in Rue's mind had to be a pothole. Sol falls away further into her body clutching the fabric of her shirt and accidentally her chest. Rue hears Sol sigh and snaps her eyes open while Sol still kisses her. Rue grabs hold of the handle above the door and sits back up mumbling, what was that. She watches Sol roll her eyes and sit back into the tan seats.

"Oh FUCK," Bones yelled slowing the car down and pulling over. Bones had their black hair slicked all the way back and a cigarette falling out of their mouth. They were odd enough sober and everyone's dd, just a ball of chaotic a.d.d they'd laughed at her earlier as they walked her from the gas station bathroom back to the car. It was a nice gesture because apparently she seemed "kind of uncomfortable," which was true. The urge to escape herself dulled the fear of her mother's true unbridled anger. Or Fez's.

He was really upset when he found out she got a new plug after actually being clean for so long. She turns to look out the back window and sees two green eyes attached to a small grey mound in the road. 

"What the....omg a cat omg," Angel is practically bouncing out of the car after pulling out a half eaten filet o fish. Rue watches him in an outfit she felt fit him so much more than the basic t-shirt and sweatpants he wore everyday. His platform sneakers lit up across the black asphalt as he inches  closer to the obviously terrified animal. A glitter covered arm wove in front of him with food and Rue leans into the window in anticipation. The only thing that could make Angel seem even more angelic was wings or a halo above his half platinum half silver hair. He honestly seemed like the type to fit right into Jules's friend group. But instead he was the kind creative rave kid who drew her pictures of kandy he'd give her one day. 

"Hey um...you ," she feels her shoulder being tapped. "Put this in your lap."

PART 2

"Yes! I love this song," Bones yells back rolling down the windows. The cool autumn air filling the car and the smell of weed being blown out the window. 

Her heel is bouncing with a mix of anxiety and anticipation. With one more she could become triple A instead of alcoholics anonymous. She can feel a comfortable softness against her sole. It's from a piece of fabric she keeps stuffed in her sock. Her knee keeps bouncing in place with the sleeping kitten being stroked by Sol in her lap. Her current reality is so much more serene than the one she relives in her head.

Arrival nurses took her hoodie at this new place only letting it stay with her the first night. She was so fucking high on check in that she screamed please don't take my dad please as they explained it to her mom. Her mom who she clung to like they were about to skin her alive. Chest rising and falling quick enough someone said something about a shot. Too high to be cold and distant but not enough for her heart to stop. Just enough to be a paranoid fuck up. Leslie tried to calm her down but it only worked after her mom bargained with them, one night.

One night and then her mom visited the next day to say goodbye. Slipping a gray square in her pocket. It was worn in from a t-shirt that her dad wore in her baby pictures. Leslie hugged her so tight before leaving whispering we love you so much. That was the last time she'd seen her mom and every time she called Leslie said oh rue like her heart was breaking again. So those phone calls were short because her mom crying always fucks her up mentally for a few days. The silent pauses remind her of the little sister who always has faith in her but is turning into someone who doesn't even look at her. 

"You okay," Sol whispers and rue nods because when was she ever. Her arm that sol is resting on is cramping but she lets it, not much arm space in this back row anyway. She should have just chosen the trunk with some 16 year old named Zach. 

"On the left yesss we made it and on time too," Graham jeers next to Sol.

 Rue looks at the dash clock crinoline her brow. "How is almost 1 am on time," she whispers. 

Sol chuckles, "It is a club not a house party you knew that right ?" Rue bites the inside of her lip and shakes her head no. Sol puckers a bottom lip and kisses her cheek. Great pity Rue thinks. Sol leans in to whisper to Rue, "Don't worry Graham knows the bouncer. No fakes required."

Rue opens back up the glass bottle in the seat net and lets the clear liquid burn her throat a bit. Out of her realm was an understatement, house parties were something she was used to but never clubs. She didn't even know what kind of club this was but judging from the giant rainbow flag out front, angry repressed frat bros wouldn't be an issue. Which helped the nerves in her stomach unwind. The fur ball on her lap made a noise and she rubbed it through the sweater it's been laid on. Sol said the kitten was probably dumped because there was a tag scar and the kitten was super clean. But was she risking it....no.

Sol takes the bottle from her hand and screws the cap back on. "You gonna dance with me tonight Benny." Sol says as she nudges her shoulder.

"Maybe," Rue shrugs.

" Okay well how about anyone else," Sol grins coyly.

Rue looks away from her and out the window. She's more interested in the brick building as they get closer than someone's hot sweaty body. There's a line to the door with several guards standing with gloved hands and flashlights. " Idk maybe," Rue looks back at Sol who is rolling her eyes. 

" Yes she is," Angel yells from the passenger seat. He's checking his makeup in the mirror and winks at rue. Which makes her tuck her hair behind her ear and cough to cover the blush. Angel turns around happily and says, "meee.'

Leaning forward Sol pecks Angel and says, " Bennett your goal tonight is to have fun, dance with someone. He, she, they, who cares, maybe you'll get a lil prison pen pal."

Rue rolls her eyes, that probably wasn't happening but it was about trying new experiences. Treatment was also not prison; it just was not freedom either. Bones pulls past the entrance and swings into the parking lot. Graham is behind them pointing as they follow directions. He's even saying fun facts like this is Knott's which Angel keeps mimicking. Bones slowly moves the car  until  one guard leans his hand in the window. The guard daps Graham up and they laugh for a second. His name is apparently DJ and he's their in. The only rules are no weapons. 

In the parking lot they all get put and Rue notices other cars with clusters of people around them. She shakes her lap free of cigarette ash and cat hair. The cat now named sparkle is being in the trunk with a makeshift bed, a small can of tuna Bones just had and an old bottle lid filled with water. Rue leans down and ties the mismatched dollar store laces on her chucks. They had hot dogs on them which was kind of cute. A tire squeals close by of a car obviously moving way too fast and drunk singing out a window speeds past them. Idiots. Everyone else was finishing a shared bottle or blunt. Leaning against the side of the trunk she feels Sol rest against her arm warming it up.

Rue can hear a steady thump and beat coming from the brick building. It makes her head move which means the music might not be her thing but it'll be tolerable. Graham even said there's another section with actual seats that has a more contained dance floor with pop and hip-hop. Just in case she got overwhelmed by the rave scene and the lights. She doubles over as she laughs at Angel's jokes. 

Kid was fucking hilarious, she stands up wiping her eyes and freezes looking in front of her.

[itszephoria]

Saw this pop up and your followers ask you which ones they’re interested in. But people don’t really ask much when I post or they don’t ask the ones that might make you feel uncomfortable. And well, honestly I’m so bored that I’ve decided to break all the damn rules and just answer all the questions because I can. *shock horror*

So information dump on the ‘Be nosy’ that popped up in my feed today. If you’re interested.

Be nosy

1. What’s your sexual orientation? 

Straight. But maybe for the right woman I could sway but wouldn’t go so far as to call myself bi or bi-curious though.

2. What are you obsessed with right now? 

Obsessively obsessing about my health and how to get well and failing it all. Oh and anime movies on Netflix.

3. Ever done any drugs?

I do drugs everyday. But I assume this is referring to illegal. No and was strictly no up until recently. I now take marijuana oil on a regular basis for pain management. Also being stoned/high is not pleasant and I don’t understand why people would enjoy that as a leisurely pastime.

4. What piercings do you want?

I want to get my ears pierced again. Holes have closed up, but currently due to my health that’s not possible. I can’t even enjoy clipons :(

5. How many people have you kissed?

The massive number of 5.

6. Describe your dream home.

It’s tiny in the sense it has all the space I need. A cosy tiny-like home. But not one on wheels, fixed to the ground. And it would be made of all natural materials, stone and wood. It would be unique and resemble something out of a fairy tale. It would sit a beautiful clearing with only nature to view in the distance and all the animals and wildlife would stay well away because I’m pretty much terrified of all it, 

7. Who are you jealous of?

Healthy, painfree people. I am jealous of past me who didn’t realise how lucky she was and miss her.

8. What’s your favorite show to binge?

I don’t binge any show on repeat. I’d rather look for a new show to watch or enjoy, there are so many. The last shows I binged in two days was Queen’s Gambit and Emily in Paris.

9. Do you watch porn?

Yep. But struggle with it because it’s overdramatic, unrealistic and would kill or someone to make porn with a decent storyline with people that can act. 

I prefer to read it if I’m honest or maybe just write it for myself.

10. Do you have a secret sideblog?

Sort of? More like my other one I used I was known for all my slash writings in F1. But now I just hang out here.

11. If you could teleport anywhere in the world right now, where would you go?

No where. The world is riddled with co-vid and well, I’m probably in one of the safest countries and I’m at risk of death should I catch it. So I’ll stay here in my safe bubble.

12. What’s one of your fantasies?

I wake up tomorrow and I’m not me. I wake up and I can take a deep breath without gasping for air, I wake up in no pain, I wake up and my body isn’t terribly scared, I wake up and can have a ‘normal’ life.

13. Do you have/would you get your nipples pierced?

Nope and no desire too. Won’t that just hurt?

14. How would you spend a million dollars?

I’d by that dream house I described, set everything up to be self sufficient. Pay and travel to try every cure available for my diseases. And then bank the rest and live off interest. Or maybe donate it. I don’t want money and I don’t really want a lot of things.

15. Are you in a relationship?

Yep and it’s a struggle and am constantly fighting to prove it’s worth continuing. Oh and that’s a relationship with myself.

16. Do you follow porn blogs?

No.

17. Are you angry with anyone right now?

No, I suppose it’s more disappointed and let down by people more than angry. I’m working everyday on letting it go but it’s not easy.

18. What tattoos do you want?

I have always wanted one, but have never found something that I really loved and haven’t been imaginative enough to create something unique. The older I get though, I’m not sure I want one. I did for the longest time though think about getting a Ferrari tattooed on my inner wrist, but pleased I never did that. I don’t love the sport or Ferrari enough anymore to want a permanent reminder of that.

19. If you could change your name, would you? What would you change it to?

I am changing name actually. Hoping to action that in the next two weeks. I would have done it earlier but they closed the borders. I have a dutch sir name that has two words. It confuses every one, systems don’t get it, it has caused issues with plane tickets. And well I’ve decided no more and am dumping a portion of it.

20. What is something you’re obsessed with?

This is a duplicate. Skipping.

21. Describe your best friend.

When you meet her for the first time she can be a little crazy and wild, and she kind of scared at me first because she’s so unlike me. But as you got to know her, the *real* her she doesn’t let people see, you realise how kind and soft she is, and she’s the most empathic person I have known. She gives so much of herself to everyone, thinks so little of herself and her needs because she’s one of the most selfless people I know. I love her more than most of my family and would do anything for her.

22. Tag someone you think is hot.

Is this followers? Uh most I don’t know what they look like? I assume they’re all hot!

23. Who are five of your favorite bands/musical artists?

Don’t have any really. My music is varied and is based on my mood and really changes around. And with most bands, I generally lean towards one or two songs. This is one of those questions I really struggle with whenever I see it. Will say however, have been enjoying The Beatles recently and a bit of old school stuff.

24. What are three places you want to travel?

Japan. Norway. Canada.

25. Describe your perfect Friday night.

Generally hanging out with people I like. Enjoying a good wine, some cheese, either playing some board game or dungeons and dragons, or watching a really good movie. Good company makes any night a good night.

26. What’s your favorite season?

Autumn. One because I think it’s neglected as a choice and every season should be loved, and two because I love the colours of autumn and the colours associated with autumn. 

27. What’s your pet peeve?

I’m sure I have a heap of them, but currently it’s people that have an issue with you and instead of being an adult and talking to you about them choose to silence and blank you. I’m so tired of it, I’ve quit being peacemaker in those situations, those people are no longer worthy in my book.

28. Who is the funniest person you know?

Uh... I don’t think anyone I know is super funny. Friends and family all have a good sense of humor. But out of my circle of life people I’m always told I’m the funny one, which I find the biggest joke ever. 

29. What’s the most overrated movie?

Can not think of anything off the top of my head. I will say if I think a movie is getting too much hype I refuse to watch it, whether all the reviews are raving or not. It’s why I didn’t watch Harry Potter for like ten years or any of the new Star Wars movies. I just refuse to be apart of all the hype and jump on bandwagons.

30. Tag someone you want to talk to but have been too shy to message.

I’d love to talk to everyone. I’m shy to start any conversations to be honest and I think all the people I talk to regularly were the first to message me, and I love them for it.

31. Do you like paper books or ebooks better?

100% love an old fashioned paper book. The texture of the paper. The smell of a book. That being said, I don’t think I’ve picked up a proper book to read in years. I live in fan fiction more than anything or am busy writing myself.

32. If you could live in a fictional world, what world would you pick?

Any of the disney worlds, anything from the past, or verging on fantasy like. I want a simpler time not full of technology which I grow to hate more each day. The older I get the more I’m pretty sure I’ve been born in the wrong decade.

33. If money was no object, what would your wardrobe be like?

I’d build the perfect wardrobe capsule. Everything would be of high quality, not necessarily brand name and all the clothes would be sourced from ethical businesses or be handmade.

I like classic pieces, love the fashion of the 50′s and 60s and while stylish it would be comfortable to wear and everything could be worn in public (sorry comfy tracky pants).

34. What’s your coffee order?

There ain’t no coffee order. I don’t drink it. Sorry @leoni-speedyf1 I know how addicted you are to it, happy to buy you anything you like though :P

35. Do you have a crush on anyone?

In real life? No one.

36. Do you still have feelings for any of your exes?

Not romantic. I have feelings in that I hope they’re doing well, achieving what they want and they’re all happy. I didn’t have any ‘bad’ breakups and all my relationships ended very amicably.

37. Have any tattoos?

No. See above for more on this.

38. Do you drink?

Rarely. Can’t with medication and condition. But on occasion I do enjoy a good glass of red. Pinot Noir is my preference. 

39. Are you a virgin?

Nope.

40. Do you have a crush on any of your mutuals?

Not in a romantic way? The ones I talk to regularly I love immensely though.

41. How many followers do you have?

99

42. Describe the hottest person you know.

Uh all the men I know I am not attracted to. Probably a good thing as they’re either family or partnered with a friend or family member.

43. What’s your guilty pleasure?

Can’t think of anything. I try not to feel guilt for anything I enjoy to be honest, whether it’s food or an activity. Life is too short for that.

44. Do you read erotica?

Yep. Even write it.

45. What’s the worst date you’ve ever been on?

It was a few years back. I met this guy online and we went to the city and spent most of that time just strolling next to the river for our first meet up. Why was it the worst date ever? Well it wasn’t the location that’s for sure.

The guy had two kids, and I’m a firm believer all parents have favourites, though I have yet to meet a parent that will voice that aloud. This guy, had no qualms with telling me about this favourite kid, and that wouldn’t be a problem if didn’t spend just as much putting down his younger son. It kind of left me reeling and wondering how his son felt if his dad didn’t hide just how much he didn’t like him as a person. The kid was four and the reason his dad didn’t like him was because he didn’t like bikes.

And so the guy was a bmx rider so he spent the rest of the time on our walk just pointing out all the tricks he could do. He didn’t ask about me, only talked about himself. It was also lunch time and assumed we would get something to eat together, but nope, no food was offered. And when I suggested to get something to drink because it was so hot and we’d been out in the sun for like an hour, he just took me to a subway and told me to get a drink and waved me to the line. No offer to join me, no offer to pay (which doesn’t bother me btw, but this was capping off a terrible day), no offer to get food.

I was so happy to get out of there. Didn’t speak to him again once I had left.

46. How many people do you follow?

I currently follow 59 people. I don’t follow anyone that creates drama, and try and follow only people that post about F1 as that’s all I use tumblr for now.

47. If you could marry any celebrity, who would you pick?

Either Sebastian Vettel or Ryan Reynolds. Both are married though, so I don’t think that’s going to turn into a reality anytime soon.

48. Describe your ideal partner.

I want someone that shares the same core values as me. Doesn’t want kids, isn’t super religious (grew up in a cult like religion so I avoid it now), is on the minimalist side and isn’t someone that needs new things things all the time or is desperate to replace something the moment they deem it out of date. Someone that doesn’t live their life on social media. Someone that prefers simple things, someone who is kind and giving, and someone that truly loves me - and it’s the last part that I struggle with finding more than anything with all the guys I have dated. 

I am currently not looking for a partner, I am not in a place for a relationship and am fully focused on myself. And I am very content with that decision.

49. Who do you text the most?

Currently my bestie.

50. What’s your favorite kind of weather?

Clear blue skies and a warm day to enjoy the sun. But there are times when I simply love the rain, hearing it on the room, watching it fall endlessly and knowing that everything will be green from it.

[hazzabeeforlou]

Digging Deeper

Thanks @alienfuckeronmain for the tag, this I’ve loved reading everyone’s, and I tag @taintedlav @rahashirley @raisemybody @twopoppies @cuethetommo @metal-eye and @seasurfacefullofclouds1 if anyone wants to play!! 

1. Do you prefer writing with a black pen or blue pen? ink color matters less than ball-point-ness... 

2. Would you prefer to live in the country or city? I want a witch’s cottage with a giant messy garden on the edge of the moors and a forest a million miles away from everyone. So country. 

3. If you could learn a new skill what would it be? I’ve actually stretched myself this summer! Am learning French and guitar, and idk if it counts but learning my new job which I NEVER thought I could handle lol since I’ve never worked retail 

4. Do you drink your tea/coffee with sugar? Honey ;)

5. What was your favourite book as a child? Well I have to say Narnia and Redwall, but when I was very tiny I loved this book about a girls who could whistle and speak to animals (named Mable) and the Velveteen Rabbit, and a book called “The Lost Princess” which is fucking amazing, by the precursor to CS Lewis, George MacDonald

6. Do you prefer baths or showers? I usually take showers because baths take too much time. Also baths are romantic and that makes me sad, and also I have to look at my body which, ug, not prepared to do that all the time rip

7. If you could be a mythical creature, which one would it be? Mer. Fucking. Maid. Though I’ve always wanted to fly too, I used to spend HOURS in the water just underwater swimming with my legs stuck together just pretending to be on ocean adventures

8. Paper or electronic books? I usually much prefer paper, but since I got these blue light blocking glasses I am finding i’m fine either way physically. Soul-wise though, yeah, paper

9. What is your favourite item of clothing? Probably my mango colored crop hoodie that I once smashed melting frozen blueberries on and then spent hours and days getting the stains out...

10. Do you like your name or would you like to change it? My real name is super boring and typical, though I do like it. I enjoy my tumblr name a lot, Toni, and it feels more genderless and constrictive than my actual name lol

11. Who is a mentor to you? I’ve had so many great teachers, but the biggest lesson I’ve learned in life is that so many you admire can be deeply flawed. I have lots of trust issues. I only take advice from a select few people, and they don’t include anyone ‘old and wise’ lol 

12. Would you like to be famous and if so, what for? Oh for sure, I used to want to be an actress or a rock star or whatever. Famous author. I would fucking LOVE to have a platform and help people and cheer people up and see people grocery shopping and have instant friends. I know that sounds terribly naive but I’ve said before I share a lot of Harry’s personality, and I just love flirting with people and smiling with them and giving hugs. Now, I would want to be famous as TONI me and not real me, because then I could never be myself because my fam would find out rip

13. Are you a restless sleeper? Depends on my mattress. Currently, yes, ugg. I wake up in an omega nesting scene from a fic every morning

14. Do you consider yourself a romantic person? Unfortunately yes. 

15. Which element best represents you? idk I usually say fire but I’m feeling more water lately 

16. Who do you want to be closer to? I’m working on getting to know my amazing sister better, and that’s been lovely.  

17. Do you miss someone at the moment? All my friends have been long distance for actual years, so i don’t miss anymore more than normal. I am missing just... the POTENTIAL for someone. This indefinite distancing is wearing on me. 

18. Tell us about an early childhood memory. I was like two or three, and we were out on a full moon walk and I was in my stroller in the red sheepskin bundled up, and I remember coming up our sidewalk and looking at the world and moon and thinking, “remember this moment, or you’re going to grow up and forget how wonderful it was.” Also when I was five I had a breakdown on my mom’s lap because “I’m going to grow up and be too big to be sung lullabies to!” and I didn’t want anything to change EVER  

19. What is the strangest thing you have eaten? I used to make a concoction of rye crackers, mustard, and pickles. Don’t ask

20. What are you most thankful for? all the opportunities I’ve had in life. I’m so massively privileged 

21. Do you like spicy food? depends on how hot

22. Have you ever met someone famous? I saw a few celebs in NYC, Shosh from Girls, the guy from Monk, Tim Gun, John Oliver (and his golden retriever) and I passed a drunk as a skin Alec Baldwin outside Lincoln Center one day. Probably other people I didn’t recognize. Oh and S**** M***** rented my instrument right before covid hit here, and drunk him (or high him) couldn’t believe he had a h*** to play around on, and then I saw him staring at mountains being the most stereotypical rich white boy ever, also he did not send out gay vibes but don’t let that stop your Shiall, please don’t let it  

23. Do you do you keep a diary or journal? I almost always start with the new year and do like. A day. And then forget. 

24. Do you prefer to use a pen or a pencil? PEN

25. What is your star sign? Aries sun, Aquarius moon, Pisces rising

26. Do you like your cereal soggy or crunchy? Depends on the cereal, those golden grams were BEST thoroughly soaked in milk fight me 

27. What would you want your legacy to be? make the world a little better 

28. Do you like reading, what was the last book you read? Yes but you know, i’m the worst at making time for it. Still getting through that Brief Interviews with Hideous Men or whatever it is

29. How do you show someone you love them? Just thinking of them and doing little things to surprise them, I think

30. Do you like ice in your drinks? Yep the smaller and more crush friendly the better 

31. What are you afraid of? I really do not. like. limb loss. no horror movies for me EVER

32. What is your favourite scent? wet Labrador because it means there’s a WET LABRADOR

33. Do you address older people by their name or surname? surname always unless I’ve always known them by firsts. Religion, man

34. If money was not a factor, how would you live your life? I have this dream of buying up all the land shitty developers snatch up in this country and ceding it back to its rightful owners. I’ve legit cried over little forests turned into parking lots, thanks Joni Mitchell 

35. Do you prefer swimming in pools or the ocean? pools are so clean and have no sharks or jellyfish. that said, they also have no waves... 

36. What would you do if you found £50 on the ground? turn it into the store it was closest to. I’m the lawful good box and yes I hate it

37. Have you ever seen a shooting star? YES in Breckenridge one year I saw a fucking meteor shower! I’ve wished on some, they’ve never come true I don’t think. 

38. What is the one thing you would want to teach your children? I’m too scared to have children even if I could (I can’t) because of the pressure of what would fuck them up and what wouldn’t 

39. If you had to have a tattoo, what would it be and where would you get it? I love my baby tat @alienfuckeronmain gave me, idk if I’d want another one someday, maybe a sister tat with my sis

40. What can you hear now? The fan, my typing, my parents watching old TV shows

41. Where do you feel the safest? With a pet outside in nature somewhere

42. What is the one thing you want to overcome/conquer? putting limits on things /myself/people

43. Of you could travel back to any era, what would it be? You know I used to really DREAM about this shit, but since I realized I would have genetically DIED in any other era, and that my dreaming was a literal result of white privilege since it would fucking SUCK to be anyone else (I mean even now it’s awful wtf) I just. Stick with the present. 

44. What is your most used emoji? the laughing face. oops. 

45. Describe yourself using one word. Supercalifragelisticexpialidocious

46. What do you regret the most? I have so many. social. anxiety. nightmares from my 28 years of life that haunt me

47. Last movie you saw? l think it was the Downton Abbey movie? 

48. Last tv show you watched? Monk 

49. Invent a word and it’s meaning. Surplumn. a really divinely wonderful thing, like ‘oh her lips are surplumn’ like a juicy chocolate mousse and perky breasts idk 

[thefilmsnob]

The King of Staten Island: ***1/2 out of 5

In an episode of Game of Thrones, Tyrion Lannister, a dwarf shunned by his own family, admits he has “a tender spot in [his] heart for cripples and bastards and broken things.” So, it’s fitting that he shows up in Judd Apatow’s new film The King of Staten Island as two characters are watching the HBO masterpiece. Throughout his career, the writer/director/producer has shown an obvious soft spot for the underdog, except he’s focused his attention on slackers and stoners and virgins, but you get the idea. One of hist first projects was even called Freaks and Geeks.

Pete Davidson of Saturday Night Live fame plays Scott Carlin, Apatow’s latest burnout to embark on a grueling emotional journey toward some sort of purpose. As the film opens, he seems quite content with simply smoking weed with his equally aimless friends; having sex with Kelsey (an explosive Bel Powley) without the burden of commitment; mooching off his widowed mother, Margie (Marisa Tomei, marvelous as always); and avoiding an honest day’s work like the plague. A 24-year-old high school dropout, Scott lives with his mother and sister, Claire (Maude Apatow), on Staten Island, one of the five boroughs of New York City that’s just as much a joke to other New Yorkers as Scott is to society at large.

It’s the perfect setting for a movie whose protagonist uses his regrettable circumstances as an excuse to remain in a perpetual state of arrested development. It’s no cesspool, but it’s hard to imagine the residents of this drab, nondescript sub-city truly thriving. Scott also suffers from several illnesses including Crohn’s disease and ADHD as well as the mental anguish of losing his father, a firefighter, in the line of duty when Scott was younger. He too easily lets these burdens weigh him down and impede his growth.

You don’t need a magnifying glass to notice the similarities between actor and character; it’s reasonable to describe the story as semi-biographical. Davidson doesn’t shy away from divulging details of his private life to the public, even discussing his mental health on SNL’s Weekend Update from time to time. His body is also riddled with tattoos, he’s no stranger to the reefer, he grew up on Staten Island and his father was a firefighter who died when Davidson was younger, only it was during the 9/11 attacks. The major difference is that Davidson’s battled adversity to become a successful comedian and one of the youngest SNL cast members of all time. Scott, on the other hand, has an interest in tattoo artistry, but he’s not very good and neither is his idea of a tattoo parlour/restaurant business, details that lead to a handful of amusing arguments about art and sanitation.  

Practising his hobby on a  nine-year-old boy is also a bad idea as he learns when the boy’s father, Ray (Bill Burr in an impressive dramatic turn), shows up on his doorstep, launching a hilarious tirade at Scott right in front of his mother. With that in mind, Scott’s understandably aghast when he learns Margie and Ray have started dating which is exacerbated by the fact that the first guy she’s dated in 16 years happens to be a firefighter like her late husband. This is the necessary spark that leads Scott down a path of something he dreads: change.

There’s not much here that Apatow hasn’t already tackled. He’s quite comfortable in his wheelhouse of slacker dramedies. But what the film lacks in originality, it makes up for in delightful performances, complex characters and Apatow’s signature blend of irreverence and poignancy with a surprising emphasis on the latter. He struck gold with the three leads; okay, Tomei’s predictably sublime, but comedians Davidson and Burr, though still their zany selves, strike disarmingly serious notes throughout the movie, giving us a clear view of their dramatic potential. The chemistry among these three—a mixture of jealousy, anxiety and resentment with hints of sympathy—is what gives the film its deeper meaning.

Sure, you can argue Davidson is just playing a version of himself. How hard could that be? He’s been doing it for six seasons on SNL. No one seems to know what else to do with him. Nonetheless, this movie needs him and maybe he needs this movie. It might be just the catharsis he requires, like his counterpart, to evolve emotionally and professionally.  

The movie also benefits from an equally talented supporting cast. Powley gives a breakthrough performance as Scott’s friend with benefits. Kelsey’s a tiny girl with a ferocious personality, yet Powley still makes it easy to empathize with this girl who yearns for a better future and a bigger commitment from Scott. The wonderful Pamela Adlon from TV’s Louie and Better Things has a small but effective role as Ray’s ex-wife Gina whose tired face tells us that marriage put her through the wringer. In an amusing scene, Scott has drinks with Gina to get dirt on Ray, something she’s more than willing to divulge. And, of course, the one and only Steve Buscemi turns up as a veteran firefighter who sees Scott as a lost soul that needs some guidance and support instead of a lost cause to be brushed aside. The exchanges between these two about Scott’s dad, fire fighting and life in general are truly touching.

At 136 minutes, The King of Staten Island is long for a comedy. Yet, it doesn’t feel long, as is common with Apatow’s films. His stories are more than just thin plots glued together with a quota of gags. He knows that if we’re going to care about his characters and be willing to follow their struggle for more than two hours then he needs to invest time and effort in them as well. Thankfully, he’s good at that and the film never wears out its welcome. We could’ve done without the robbery sequence, though, which isn’t boring so much as out of place.

The same can’t be said about the cast. Each actor looks and sounds like they’re a product of New York City. I suppose that authenticity is easy to achieve when most of them actually are from The Big Apple. That’s not surprising; it’s a town brimming with fascinating people full of potential. And Scott Carlin is no exception.

[roadtoeboyado]

@ Tagging Game

i was tagged by the awesome @serialreblogger !

rules: tag 10 people you think would like to be tagged, and copy/paste the asks into a new post. Answer all/as many of them as you want!

1. do you prefer writing with a black pen or a blue pen? i actually prefer to write and work with blue gel pen, but i plan to get a good fountain pen soon to practice calligraphy properly

2. would you prefer to live in the country or in the city? in the city for now, but i frequently daydream about living in Italy with @etspera, close enough to the ocean to go spear fishing in the mornings

3. if you could learn a new skill, what would it be? machine sewing. i need to learn it, but i never have the time/energy to just sit my ass down and do it...

4. do you drink your tea/coffee with sugar? i need at least 3 teaspoons of sugar to drink my coffee

5. what was your favorite book as a child? i really liked Lois Lowry books (Number the Stars and The giver were my favourite) and The Little Prince by  Antoine de Saint-Exupéry was really important to me, but my  absolute favourite was The Lord of the Rings trilogy. I reread it so many times I could quote parts of it word for word.

6. do you prefer baths or showers? showers, but only bc our tub is tiny. one time i was over at my friend and she had a gigantic tub and i was soaking in cold water for hours and it was glorious

7. if you could be a mythical creature, which one would you be? vampire. i’d have time for everything i could watch history happen for centuries!! not to mention the drama

8. paper or electronic books? i have no problem with reading books as epub/pdf, but my favourites i always get in a nice edition

9. what is your favorite item of clothing? i have a thin maroon shirt and it has the coolest hood ever. i’m actually really concerned what will i wear if it get’s too old...

10. do you like your name? would you like to change it? nah, i really hate it actually, but i’m unsure what i’d prefer instead

11. who is a mentor to you? you guys get mentors ???

12. would you like to be famous? if so, what for? maybe for my writing or art? but like famous in the “having a legacy” and not the “being a celebrity” sense

13. are you a restless sleeper? oh yeah, i wake up multiple times during the night and turn and move around a lot

14. do you consider yourself to be a romantic person? nah

15. which element best represents you? fire? or if we go by Naruto elements (as we should) then lightning. i really really like lightning

16. who do you want to be closer to? no one, i just want to keep my friends as close as they are, that’s much harder

17. do you miss someone at the moment? no

18. tell us about an early childhood memory. so i was a big fan of the Harry Potter books and was very excited about the fifth book. My sister, who was six years older than me got the book first, and no matter how much i pleaded, our parents were like “one book is enough, learn to share”. The problem was three fold; A, i was a significantly faster reader than her B, i was much more invested in the Harry Potter series C, we were bitter enemies and this situation delighted her. Usually she kept to herself in her room, but now? Now she started to spend time in the living room, or at the dinner table, just slowly reading, frequently looking at me with a smile as i seethed in silence. One day i was sitting at the table, glaring at her as she was laying on a thick rug in the living room, our baby ittle bother between her arms. She had the book open in front of them but she was just playing with him, not actually reading it. She was just sending me a smug look as she turned a page, when my adorable little brother (who was like. one) slammed his little fist onto the page and ripped it clean off. time. stood. still. Then my sister laughed hysterically, i started to creech like a pterodactyl and my little brother was so confused he cried. this is my villain origin story

19. what is the strangest thing you have eaten? probably the fried frog legs, but i actually had to ask around the office. imho the fried pork brain was the weirder dish

20. what are you most thankful for? for all the art in my life, my ability to appreciate art

21. do you like spicy food? yesssss, there is nothing better than a spicy curry

22. have you ever met someone famous? a few times, but usually other people had to tell me they were famous lmao

23. do you keep a diary or journal? nah, i tried a few times but it’s not for me

24. do you prefer to use pen or pencil? pen

25. what is your star sign? aquarius sun, sagittarius moon, scorpio rising

26. do you like your cereal crunchy or soggy? mostly crunchy, but there is one i always let to soak for a few minutes and then eat it like a soup. it’s a real problem

27. what would you want your legacy to be? something helpful, something for those that will come after us

28. do you like reading? What was the last book you read? oh yeah, i’m always reading something. the last book was Felix Ever After by Kacen Callender and i loved it very much, even though i usually don’t like romance

29. what are you afraid of? being ignored, irrelevant and out of touch

30. what is your favorite scent? the sea

31. do you address older people by their name or surname? surname. like i don’t call anybody by their given name until they say i should, it actually makes things awkward sometimes

32. if money was not a factor, how would you live your life? in a small house near the ocean in Italy of course

33. do you prefer swimming in pools or the ocean? take a wild guess

34. what would you do if you found $50 in the ground? like i would probably look around, and if someone obviously is distressed/looking for it i’d probably give it to them, but otherwise? lunch is on me friends

35. if you were to get a tattoo, what would it be and where would you get it? i just got one actually! It says Liberté, Équité, Ou la Morte. I didn’t want to write out Fraternité, so the words are around the assassin’s symbol (as in “brotherhood”)

36. what can you hear now? the noise of the office. it could get overwhelming fast, so i might take a smoke break soon

37. where do you feel the safest? when i know i’m completely alone

38. if you could travel back to any era, what would it be? i mean. how long can i stay? if the answer is years, i’d go to America just before the revolution, then hop over to France for their revolution & Napoléon’s reign

39. what is your most used emoji? i actually really hate emojis? like nothing could replace a good old :D

40. describe yourself using one word. critical

41. what do you regret the most? who i was when i was young. like i know it was a relatively good outcome with my childhood, but still. not cool

42. last movie you saw? Hamilton! and it was great and i urge everyone to pirate  it and watch it

43. last tv show you watched? Community. A friend was over at my place this weekend and she wanted to watch it so much

44. invent a word and its meaning: thalaessen - the bond you forge with fictional people and worlds

okay, i’m gonna tag @etspera, @haythamsama, @bunnymoss and  @joshg1973 but if anyone wanna give it a try feel free (and don’t forget to tag me)!

[letitrainathousandflames-archive]

Whumptober #2 - Explosion

Fandom: The Clone Wars

Rating: Teen and Up (16+)

Characters: Hardcase (main), Jesse, Kix, Fives

Tags: death, blood, trauma, bullying, only hurt and a teaspoon of comfort, whump, child death, umbara, if I forgot to tag something pls let me know

Summary: Hardcase had a leak in his tube that would’ve deemed him as defective and qualify him for decommission, but someone saved him from this fate. Years later, Hardcase got to choose his own fate.

-

Eight years and four months ago, the Kaminoans noticed a leak on a clone’s tube and ordered Ninety-Nine to empty it, liquid and embryo altogether. The leak could cause the clone to become defective, and defective products were something inadmissible for their perfectionist standards.

Ninety-Nine had stared at the tube. He couldn’t quite see much of the clone in there aside from a small reddened clump the side of his fist, since it was at such an early stage of its development, but when he touched the glass and the warm liquid trickling from a small crack there trailed between his fingers and over the back of his hand, Ninety-Nine could feel him. He knew he could. No clone deserved to be ruled out before at least having a chance to prove themselves, it wasn’t fair.

The truth is, Ninety-Nine had seen himself in the allegedly defective clone. The clone was there, just waiting for one chance to prove himself useful, and Ninety-Nine would be damned if he didn’t help him get it. So Ninety-Nine fixed the leak as best as he could and prayed for an opportunity to cover up what he knew would be seen as a mistake. He could be killed for this. He didn’t care – dying to protect a brother was a good death, a righteous death for a clone. If he truly had to go like that, he couldn’t ask for anything better.

The opportunity came in a miscarried clone, only thirty minutes later. Ninety-Nine wept for him, as he always would. It’s a sad thing, witnessing a clone trooper being robbed of the opportunity to fight alongside his vod’e. Ninety-Nine emptied what was then a useless tank as required – and transferred the clone from the cracked tube into that one.

The kaminoans had seen Ninety-Nine’s actions in the security feed and demanded an explanation, and what could the clone say for himself? That he cared for each and every clone in the facility, that their lives had meaning and purpose, that denying someone’s right to live when you had intentionally forced them into existing with your unethical science in the first place was cruel and selfish?

So Ninety-Nine had spoken sheepishly, eyes set on the stark white floor.

“I-If I may say so, you’ve already invested your time and resources in this clone, doctor. Why not see him to completion? If he comes out defective, he can” and Ninety-Nine swallowed down, grimacing “be sent into the front lines, used as a shield.”

The kaminoan in front of him stared coldly at the clone, tone dry and merciless.

“This is not up for you to choose, clone. You are not a scientist, you are not a specialist. You are an experiment gone wrong that we chose to allow to exist, and instead of thankfulness, you give us betrayal.” She drew in a breath, looking down at Ninety-Nine to then offer him a smile that the clone knew to be false “Very well. You will be responsible for whatever comes out of that tube. If it can walk and follow orders, it’ll be sent to battle.” Her eyes narrowed dangerously “But if it’s deemed unfit for battle, you will be personally responsible for terminating it. Not with a medical droid’s assistance, not with an injection, but with a loaded blaster.”

Ninety-Nine kept his eyes low, trying not to let his wincing be noticed, fighting off his wish to scream at the scientist and ask what in the moons was wrong with her. For the most of his life, Ninety-Nine had wanted nothing more than holding a blaster, but now the very thought of it had made him sick.

If it boiled down to that, Ninety-Nine would rather shoot himself than execute a brother.

So when the day of batch 6000’s decanting comes, Ninety-Nine takes the newborn clones one by one into the nursery room, wraps them gingerly into warm, soft blankets and welcomes them into the universe. It’s always a joyous occasion to him, seeing his brothers opening their eyes for the first time, taking the very first breath of their tiny lungs, but this time the happy feeling comes with an anxious thought that keeps gnawing at him – what of the clone from the leaking tube? A loud cry cuts Ninety-Nine thoughts abruptly, and he wonders: could it be…?

When he walks back into the decanting facility across the hall, one single clone is placed in a the clear plastoid tray over a nursing cart – the newborn is bare, so, so small like all newborn clones are, still wet with the liquid he’d been immersed in up until then. Ninety-Nine rushes to the cart, looking at the baby lying there, and the baby looks up at him, eyes big and wet with tears, face red from crying. The is a dark blue spot on his cheek, right below his right eye, and Ninety-Nine can see by the reddened skin surrounding the spot that it wasn’t a birth mark – that was a fresh wound.

“This” the kaminoan doctor states dryly “is the tampered clone. I marked it with a small tattoo so that it won’t get mixed in with the others. We will be keeping a close eye on its development, and if it shows any signs of delayed development, if it seems defective in any way, we will have you personally terminate it.”

Ninety-Nine draws in a sharp breath, looking at the baby that still whimpers without comprehending why he had been hurt in this way only minutes after being born. Ninety-Nine reaches for the baby, wraps the fabric around his small body to keep him warm.

“Yes, doctor.”

When they’re alone, Ninety-Nine rocks the baby, cooing gently until he stops crying. When he places the baby – CT6160 – in the vacant clear plastoid box right next to CT6116, he notices his hands are shaking. He swallows down thickly, runs a gentle hand over the baby’s head, wrinkled fingers ghosting over soft skin.

“You’ll be fine. You and your brothers will train together and fight together, and you’ll tell me all kinds of stories from every corner of the galaxy when we meet again. You’ll be fine.” He sighs, shakes his head “Don’t ever let them tell you your life has no worth. You take care out there, okay?”

-

CT6160 tries his best, he does. But he still can’t keep his mind from wandering during most classes, or his leg from bouncing no matter how many times the instructors tell him to stand still and pay attention. He starts tapping his fingers on his desk instead, or chewing his lip to the point of bleeding. He just doesn’t know what to do with all the energy in his body, and trying to keep it still within him almost makes him ache.

“Kid’s a hard case, as most of the instructors say.” Rex, an older clone on supervising duty sighs to doctor Nala Se during one of her inspections “But he’s doing some effort to keep up. I believe he will improve in no time.”

Nala Se nods, intentionally keeping from Rex the information about what will happen to the 4-year-old clone, should the weekly reports from his behavior take a worse turn.

By the time everyone is calling him that, Hardcase has already accepted the nickname with a wide grin – every clone is eager to shed their ceetee number as soon as possible, to start building a sense of identity.

“I could’ve gotten a batcher named ‘calm case’, ‘quiet case’ but no,” CT-6116, who had recently started going by ‘Kix’ complains, applying bacta to Hardcase’s most recent training-related wound “No, I get the kid that can’t stop getting into trouble.”

“You should be thankful” Hardcase says, wincing a bit when the bacta burns some at his wound “You’re getting extra practice at medical training. Isn’t it the thing you’re going for?”

Hardcase isn’t dumb. He knows that his behavior wasn’t exactly that of a standard clone’s, and despite how hard he had tried to fit in, to be like the others, he would still be too much. Too loud, too chatty, too bouncy. So he gives in, accepts his place as the unusual one, the strange one. After he becomes friends with Jesse, a clone from another squad that was known for his sense of humor, the two of them become an unstoppable duo prone to making the funniest jokes and having the dumbest ideas that would make their brothers laugh like the kids they are. Even the older clones will occasionally allow themselves a smirk at their jokes.

“So, what’s your idea?” Jesse asks, tattoo gun ready to ink

“Blue lines over here and here.” He points the planned trails over his face and head “Then down my neck and over my back and maybe my chest too, and-”

“Vod, if we’re starting with your kriffing face I’m pretty sure you won’t stand getting inked all that much afterwards.”

“Says the guy with the Republic’s crest over his skull.”

“That hurt like hell, you won’t believe how long it took to-” Jesse sighs “Whatever, raise your face up and let’s get this done with.”

Kix throws a datapad at them from across the room.

“At least clean his face before you shove a needle in it, do you shebs even pay attention to any of the classes?!”

-

Hardcase is always happy. Always. There’s nothing that can bring the kid down. Not even the scolding from his instructors, telling that he’s inches from failing his next test.

I’m trying, I swear I’m trying, he mutters to himself as he curls himself up in a ball under the sheets, sobbing softly into his pillow.

-

Hardcase is seven when instructor Bric orders him to meet him outside, under the pouring rain that soaks him through the red cadet uniform. He doesn’t try to defend himself when the scolding turns into a beat up, when a fist strikes his cheekbone, sending him down to the ground.

“You are an embarrassment to what it means to be a clone trooper!” Bric exclaims, kicking him in the ribs while he’s still down “A useless, defective clone that should’ve been flushed down the drain before getting even born.”

“I’m not…” Hardcase grits out, lifting himself up on his elbows, breath shallow “I’m not defective!”

Bric kicks him again, and Hardcase drops back on his stomach, coughing. The instructor crouches down to then grab Hardcase by the neck of his shirt.

“Your tube had a leak. The clones say it made you ‘hyperactive’. I say it just made you defective. You are just a defective clone that was never meant to live past your decanting day.”

The rain runs rivers over Hardcase’s head and face, cold and unforgiving like the world he had been put in.

“You’re lying!”

Bric grabs Hardcase’s face, presses a thumb over his cheekbone.

“That’s why they marked you. So that we would know ‘this is the broken clone’.” he growls, voice lower now “I don’t know why the Kaminoans are taking so long to put you out of your misery, but I’m sick and tired of wasting my time trying to train you.”

And with that, he bashes Hardcase’s face onto the ground. Not hard enough to deal permanent damage, but definitely hard enough to split his lip and bruise his nose an inch from breaking.

“So until you get your act together and fix your results, we’re gonna have a friendly little meeting just like this one. And if you die, well… No one’s gonna miss a defective product, though getting rid of you should be the other defective one’s job.”

-

When Ninety-Nine sees the clone soaking wet and sobbing by the door of the cadets’ dorms, he rushes over to him, kneeling down in front of the boy.

“Are you alright?” Ninety-Nine sees the blood trailing from his nose over his upper lip, his lower lip swollen and reddened “What happened?”

Hardcase wipes his nose, lips quivering. His eyes are red and he blinks his tears away, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Clone troopers are supposed to withstand any kind of stress, but he can feel himself chipping away, and he’s so angry and so tired. He rapidly taps his foot on the floor, body shaking with the intensity of it.

“Bric said I’m broken and that my tank had a leak and that you’re supposed to kill me. S’that true?” and Ninety-Nine draws a sharp breath, staring at Hardcase for a few instants before Harcase insists, louder this time “Is that true?! Am I defective, Ninety-Nine?!”

Ninety-Nine shakes his head, heart sinking. And before he knows it, he’s wrapped his arms around the kid and pulled him into a hug.

“No. No, you’re not defective. I promise you’re not.” he pulls back, wrinkly face offering him a tentative smile “Is it okay if we talk for a little while?”

-

Hardcase lets Ninety-Nine take him by the hand to the mess, accepts the cookies he offered and sits gingerly on a chair while the older clone cleans the blood off his face with a cloth. And for the first time, he manages to actually listen. He doesn’t know if it’s because Ninety-Nine lets him bounce his legs as they dangle from the chair, or if it’s because Ninety-Nine occasionally stops his tale to ask him if he has any questions, or if he needs him to repeat anything, or how Ninety-Nine doesn’t get angry when Hardcase needs some bits to be repeated two or three times. But he listens. Stars, he listens.

They stay very quiet afterwards, and Ninety-Nine gently places his hand over Hardcase’s on the table.

“I accepted the deal because I always knew you would be fine, you know, kid?”

Hardcase stares at the table, avoiding Ninety-Nine’s eyes, and he’s so glad that he’s not like the other adults that berate him for doing this. The question he asks in a tiny voice feels like it burns his throat with every word.

“But what if they still make you do it?”

Ninety-Nine doesn’t move his hand, squeezing Hardcase’s hand softly instead, and he give him a tiny chuckle.

“If they ever gave me a blaster and told me to shoot you, I’d shoot myself instead.”

That makes Hardcase turn to look timidly at Ninety-Nine, eyes wide.

“Why?!”

Ninety-Nine is smiling still, looking very serene.

“A clone should always look after himself, Hardcase, you should always cherish your life. But sometimes… sometimes it’s worth it to give our lives for something that matters. And nothing matters more than our brothers.”

-

Hardcase graduates with high marks, his skills and ingenuity at the physical and strategy tests tipping the scales against his difficulty at the written tests. After his first few assignments with his squad, he is thrilled to join the 501st Legion, general Anakin Skywalker’s legendary troops.

“Suck. On. That, Kaminiise. Who’s defective now, huh?” he mutters to himself, painting his helmet with a blue line motif

Kix rolls his eyes, holding still as Jesse tattoos something on the left side of Kix’s head, right above his ear.

“You’re so pumped over that armor.”

Hardcase grins, fingers dirty with paint fixing his grip on the brush, and Jesse laughs as he carefully tattoos an inscription that reads ‘a good droid is a dead one’:

“Like you’re not all giddy with that cross on your shoulder, doc.”

Kix clicks his tongue, and Hardcase’s grin widens. He’s glad to have been able to turn the small blue dot that had marked him a defective clone into part of his newer tattoos, into what identifies him as who he is. The instructors and the kaminoans had deemed him a hard case – he embraced that too, making it his name. He is a person, and his life matters, no matter how others had tried to convince him of the contrary.

-

It’s a risky plan, of course it is. As they soar through the dark Umbaran skies, Hardcase goes through the plan over and over, pays attention to Fives’ warning to hold his fire. It’s dangerous, but if they do it right, they might save the lives of their brothers from both Torrent Company and the 212th battalion. He can already picture them returning safely to the base, thinks of a good joke to make about the whole deal. Wonders how good it’ll feel to rub this victory on Krell’s ugly face.

Hardcase hands are pressing over the panels of the stolen umbaran fighter as they are cornered by the enemy ships that fire non-stop at them. They only have seconds to do something, otherwise he, Fives and Jesse will die. Jesse had grown with him and had always had his back. Fives is a great leader, and he had taken care of him and the others below his station even when his life was on the line. He can’t let them die. He needs to come up with something, anything.

He glances over his shoulder, sees the generator right behind them past the shield. Hardcase removes his helmet, blaster fire filling his ears louder, lights too bright as his eyes adjust and find a way in.

“We can’t turn back now!” he shouts; It’s too narrow for his ship, but seemingly wide enough for him and at least part of the umbaran fighter. Hardcase’s hands work fast, quickly finding a way to dismantle part of the ship, removing one of its propulsors. “Cover me!”

He exits the safety of his ship’s shield, lowering himself to the ground and rolling away from incoming blaster fire.

“Hardcase, get back to your ship!” Fives barks out, and it would remind Hardcase of all the scolding back at his cadet days if it wasn’t for the clear note of fear in Fives’ voice

“Trust me, I got a plan!” he reaches the large propulsor of his ship, its antigravity engines keeping it afloat; Hardcase pushes it towards the entrance to the generator room “This is for the 501st. Don’t wait for me.”

You’re just a defective clone that was never meant to live past your decanting day.

Fives knows him well enough to understand that this isn’t one of Hardcase’s bouts of hyperactivity; the ARC trooper knows his brother has a plan, and he already imagines its outcome.

“Hardcase, NO!”

Hardcase turns his back on his brothers, a bittersweet feeling blooming in his chest. How many times had he heard someone yell these words? It’s almost funny that they’ll be the last thing he is going to hear.

“You disobeyed a lot of orders today, sir.” he says, keeping his head low and turning to look at Fives one last time “Follow this one: get out of here!”

Sometimes it’s worth it to give our lives for something that matters.

All clones live as dead men walking. From the day they are born, their only purpose is to die. For their generals, for the civilians they’re protecting, for the republic, for the chancellor. It’s never up to them to choose what they are going to die for, so Hardcase feels almost proud for being able to do it.

And nothing matters more than our brothers.

He runs through the narrow corridor, sees the generators ahead and, with a low grunt, pushes the propulsor towards them. He turns to see Fives and Jesse rushing away in the last few seconds he still has left.

“Live to fight another day, boys.” and he sighs, smiles; he feels in peace, and he truly understands what Ninety-Nine had meant before “Live to fight another day.”

When the explosion engulfs him, Hardcase is still smiling.

[itslunaberrales]

⌠ benedetta gargari, 21, cisfemale, she/her ⌡

 welcome back to gallagher academy, luna berralés! according to their records, they’re a second year, specializing in advanced encryption, knife fighting skills, + linguistics, culture, & assimilation; and they did not go to a spy prep high school. when i see them walking around in the halls, i usually see a flash of (deep burgundy lipstick, vintage leather jacket, and a classic pair of doc martens ). when it’s the (virgo)’s birthday on 09/07/1998, they always request their spaghetti & meatballs from the school’s chefs. looks like they’re well on their way to graduation. ⌿ kiy, 20, she/her, cst ⍀ 

@gallagherintro​

Here’s some general info about Luna, then some necessarily long details later :) ~ death mention (tw)

- GENERAL

FACE CLAIM: Benedetta Gargari

FULL NAME: Luna Milanie Berralés

DATE OF BIRTH: September 7th, 1998

AGE: 21

NATIONALITY: Italian

ETHNICITY: European, Latina

ORIENTATION: Bisexual

HEIGHT: 5'9"

WEIGHT: 150 lbs

HAIR COLOR: Dark brown

EYE COLOR: Blue

LANGUAGES(S): Italian, Spanish, French, German, & English

IQ: 135

- BACKGROUND

HOMETOWN: Palermo, Italy 

FINANCIAL STATUS: Middle class

EDUCATION: Undergraduate 

DEGREE(S): Advanced Encryption, Knife Fighting Skills, and Linguistics, Culture, & Assimilation

FATHER: Miguel Berrales

MOTHER: Francesca Alina Tucci

SIBLING(S): Anthony Berrales

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None

CHILDREN: None

- DETAILS

Luna’s dad, Miguel from Spain served as a spy since he was 18. He took on several missions across Europe and was one of the top undercover spies in his class, considering his unique combat/martial art skills, weapons training, and encryption knowledge.

He met Francesca in Venice in the middle of a six month undercover mission. They fell hard in love, though she was definitely a distraction considering he had to remain undercover. After the mission was completed, he had no choice but to leave her and return to HQ. 

Fast-forward to about four years later, Miguel retires from being a spy super early to return to Venice. He gets decent benefits though..

He courts Fran and they marry within the next year; she becomes pregnant with twins AKA Luna and her fraternal twin brother Anthony. whoohoo!

Despite the fact that Luna and her brother being twins under the same household, their childhoods are fairly opposite. Luna’s interest in her father’s secretive past grows, and her brother’s interests grows into to things not-so spy-like, like art design and painting.

At about 8, Luna develops her love for tech and software development, and by 12 years old, it’s a hobby she like to do in her free time. :)

By 16 years old, Luna constantly spends her free time learning about and developing software, system updates, and encryption. She becomes so good at it that it even starts to take up more than her free time honestly. By now, it’s no longer a hobby. Luna continues to learn more about her dad’s past spy life, although her mom completely disapproves of any involvement or knowledge of the spy life. 

She doesn’t attend spy high school, because not only is she self-taught, but she has already learned so much from her dad as far as advanced encryption, hand-to-hand combat, and beginner knife skills. Luna feels like she’s a natural at learning this kind of stuff; especially encryption.

Luna only feels that it is right that she becomes a spy. Her father agrees and feels that she will excel, but her mother doesn’t want her daughter anywhere the dangers she fears is involved with being a spy. However with Luna being 19, she has no choice but to respect her wishes and supports her. Her brother Anthony also supports Luna’s endeavors. 

- OTHER FACTS

To simply describe her- hard boiled egg. 

MASSIVE BDE  & BI VIBES. 

She’s very reclusive at first, and is definitely not the type to open up to people. She comes off as a sarcastic asshole, which she totally is…but is actually really soft once you get to know her. 

She puts on this hard exterior, but deep down she’s actually very kind-hearted. She’s both realistic and logical, but still has a vulnerable side she would share with certain people.

SHE PREFERS TO BE CALLED A HACKER

Luna legit enjoys being alone, but she won’t push you away if you want to talk to her. 

Even though she’s extremely introverted, she’s also very expressive when she needs to be. 

Oddly enough, people have told her that she’s a very good listener. She’s easy to talk to and people seem to open up to her naturally. (She doesn’t know why though.)

She’s actually somewhat nearsighted, so she has two pairs of these really cute black, bold frame glasses. She doesn’t wear them all the time though.

Her favorite colors are black, burgundy, and navy blue.

Has a tiny tattoo on her left rib cage that says, “Live, Love, Learn” in Italian.

She actually went into a dark place for a while after her grandmother died of a heart attack a year ago. She was very close to her, and spent most of her childhood with her before she got serious about coding. That was THE loneliest she has ever felt, ever. She got into alcohol really bad to cope with losing her grandmother, and almost decided not to go to the Academy. Months later her family helped her come out of that dark place. 

SOFT, 80′s/90′s GRUNGE IS HER AESTHETIC 

Luna and Anthony are actually really close. They probably have the strongest sibling bond ever; I mean they are twins.~

She doesn’t have any friends (she coins Anthony as her best friend), but does have a dog back home who is her everything- he’s a Siberian husky named Benzi. :)

When she’s not with her family, her dog, or working on encryption, she enjoys riding her motorcycles, gaming, casually drinking, and vibing to music. 

Her theme song is “Sweater Weather” by The Neighborhood.

Honestly probably the most chill person you know- the “come over so we can drink, binge shows, talk about the world, and vibe to music” type of friend~

Holds her hometown in Palermo really close to her heart. 

She’s never actually been in a romantic relationship. Though she fantasizes about the idea of it and definitely craves some sort of affection, she’s lowkey scared of opening up and being deeply involved with someone..

for ....reasons ?

- PLS GIVE ME 

roommate ships

Friends , or a best friend

Love interests? crushes ?

[inacatastrophicmind]

hi! do you have a fic rec page? i'd love to see what your all-time fav destiel fics are

I don’t have a fic rec page. I've been thinking about making one for a long time, but I haven’t. Still, I’m going to list some of my favorite fics and add the summary.

Burden by riseofthefallenone (WIP, mutant!AU)

Mutants are considered second class citizens, or worse. Discriminated against at every turn, mutants are marked and monitored by The Registry and any deemed too dangerous are taken away to The Facility. It’s no surprise that many try to hide or choose a more permanent way out if a mutation develops.

Castiel’s parents hid his mutation and hid him away from the world. He’s grown up with the knowledge that the world will hate him, no matter what he does. If he leaves the house, he can only do it with a long, heavy coat that covers the most beautiful part of him.

It takes a pair of brothers to help him really spread his wings and live.

Cuckoo And Nest by komodobits (canon!verse)

For a long time, Castiel thought that every earthly possession other than the immediately necessary was excess to requirement. But Dean – Dean who named his car, who keeps a photograph of his mother in his wallet, some thirty-plus years after her death, who still has the crumpled ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign with a sleeping pelican emblazoned on it from the Microtel outside of Roanoke where he first kissed Castiel, clumsy and unsure, under the unsteady fluorescence of an exhausted bathroom bulb – is sentimental.

It puzzles Castiel, where Dean draws the line between what is meaningful and what it is worthless.

the cost of a thing by quiettewandering (canon!verse)

16 months ago, Cas became human.

12 months ago, Cas left the bunker and a broken-hearted Dean behind.

Now they must work a case together, where married couples are dying mysterious deaths and the only way to earn the neighbors' trust is by pretending to be married. Slowly, Dean finds that he loves being in a relationship with Cas, fake or not, and Cas finds his loneliness retreating, despite the harsh reality looming right around the corner. As Dean and Cas navigate this fake, but all too real, relationship, can they find the monster that is on a mysteriously motivated killing spree before it’s too late?

'Cause I'm Yours by FeaRauko(canon!verse)

He steps outside during Sam and Eileen's wedding reception for a breather.Dean follows him.

or

That one where Cas is so very tired of pretending that he isn't madly in love with Dean...or as though he can't clearly see the way Dean loves him back.

Scarsby lemonsorbae(punk!dean and hipster!cas AU)

Dean Winchester doesn’t answer to anybody about anything. Not about his ever changing hair color or tattoos, not his music, and definitely not about all the fucks he definitely doesn’t give. Of course, then he meets pretentious, skinny jean wearing, ugly sweater buying Castiel Edlund who’s hardest lot in life is probably alphabetizing inventory at his uncle’s record store, and suddenly Dean has to answer for everything.

Castiel, on the other hand, had long since accepted his fate as an anti-social, directionless, and misunderstood soul, with his cat, Meg, and a bottle of whiskey being the only company he needed. But then fate threw him Dean, the abrasive, infuriating punk who wears guyliner, and walks around like the chip on his shoulder is something to be proud of, and Castiel’s carefully constructed life was turned ass over teakettle.

After a heated exchange upon first meeting, a mutual loathing afterwards, and the glaring opposites in their lives, neither of them sees the point of mixing oil and water. Which would be all good and well, except neither of them seems to be able to stay away from the other.

Stand By Me by whelvenwings (post-apocalypse!AU)

Dean Winchester has been alone for a long, long time.

When he and Castiel happen to find each other - a couple of survivors in a world that’s been all but wiped clean - Dean’s looking for his brother; Castiel is looking for something to look for. They stick together, because neither of them much wants to be alone. They hate each other at first, of course. Dean hates Castiel for being weird and quiet and ironic and antagonistic and proud. Castiel hates Dean for being blunt and reckless and coarse, for drinking, for refusing to talk about how he feels and just pretending everything is fine. Most of all, they hate themselves and each other just for being alive. What right do they have to be alive? No one else seems to be.

But against his own will, Dean starts to notice things about Castiel that he likes. Starts to hope that Castiel might like him, too. And together, they start to fight for a world where they're both alive - and that's a good thing.

Rest in Pieces by xylodemon (canon!verse)

"Goddamned ghosts," Dean snaps, stabbing his shovel into the dirt. "Goddamned Heaven."

(or: the one with the Ghost Apocalypse)

A Priori by K_K_TiBal, whelvenwings (WIP, Hogwarts!AU)

Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak are headed to Hogwarts.

Castiel, as a member of the old Novak wizarding family, is fully expected to be sorted into Ravenclaw, like all of his ancestors before him. Dean, as a Muggle-born, has no idea what the Houses even are. With a surprise sorting and classes starting soon afterwards, they're both pitched headfirst into the unknown - and they find themselves in competition with each other almost at once, both of them needing to prove themselves to the people they left at home, and the people with them at Hogwarts.

Over the course of their seven years at Hogwarts, Dean and Cas learn what it means to prove yourself, what it takes to discover who you are, what it feels like to fall in love, and what it is they'll fight for - what matters most of all.

Love: A Retrospective by xylodemon(canon!verse)

Pretending Cas is just his friend has been the only thing keeping Dean's head on straight for years. He never realized how much doing that depended on him making himself scarce in the morning ─ not until Cas came back and moved into the bunker. 

where the weeds take root by loneprairies  (canon!verse)

“Are you happy? Y’know. Just—being here,” Dean says, gesturing to the yard with his beer bottle. “Being with—I mean, you used to fight in celestial wars and—and save the world. Now you’re growing vegetables and talking about chickens.”

These Violent Delights by Persephoneshadow (canon!verse)

A newly mortal Castiel wants to understand humanity, and a little Shakespeare is just the thing to help him. Of course, it takes a little bit of prodding, but soon the Winchesters (along with Kevin and Charlie) are all part of the world's weirdest reading club. Of course, the poetry starts having an effect on everyone...

The Five People You Meet in Heaven by amarillogrande(canon!verse)

Heaven is white.

Well. Isn’t that fucking stereotypical.

Dean isn’t really sure how he got here. Or even why he’s here. And hell, for all the times the Winchesters have died, he thinks he ought to know the drill by now. But what he doesn’t know is when most folks go, they find something different.

There’s a system God put in place. That when you’re gone (for good), there are a couple things you gotta do first. There are five people waiting for you.

They are the five people you meet in heaven.

Castle on a Cloud by whelvenwings (fantasy!AU)

Dean Winchester has his whole life planned out. Becoming a warrior is all he’s ever dreamed about, since he was tiny - saving people, hunting monsters; quests and deeds and swords and glory. He’s done his training and he’s ready to become a Savaşçı, a knight of the realm. All that stands in his way is the Vigil, a night-long contemplation of his past and future in the chapel just outside the city walls. The only rules: no eating, no speaking, and no opening the door.

Easy, right?

Very easy. Until there’s a knocking, and a voice from outside that pleads for his help…

So begins Dean’s journey, and his path will take him far - across the desert, through the forests, over the mountains and beyond. But his mysterious blue-eyed companion is keeping secrets, and Dean has a few of his own. Will he be able to let go of his fear before they come to the Castle on a Cloud?

Chili Peppers by justanothersong(professors!AU)

Dr. Winchester hears an off hand comment from one of his students and find himself browsing a website dedicated to rating university professors. He's not surprised by his rating -- but is a little miffed to see the department chair has an even better one. Clearly, something needs to be done about this.

Chasing Cars by ratherbehere(college!AU)

After an awkward accidental encounter at a local strip club, Castiel discovers his college roommate, Dean, has a secret career as a stripper, and their relationship begins to change and a bond begins to form. They face the joys and challenges of life together and discover along the way how deeply they've come to care for each other.

Redemption Roadby spnredemption (canon!verse)

Given that this is a huge series, and each part has a different summary, I’ll summarize it as a post season 6 fic in which Team Free Will try to save the world.

A Little Patience by riseofthefallenone  (modern setting AU with elements of High School, College and Coffee shop)

The first part summary: It sometimes feels a little wrong thinking debauched things about a guy who could very well be one of Sammy’s teachers. But then those wrong feelings go up in smoke when the downright sinful fantasies kick in just from thinking the word ‘teacher’. Those are always pretty darn amazing and Dean has a very vivid imagination.

The second part is basically Cas’ POV of the story.

Casturbatus Interruptus by smallhorizons (canon!verse)

post-9.01, in a slight AU wherein Cas comes to live with the Winchesters at the Bunker. Written before 9.03. Crossposting from Tumblr. Written for a prompt from hightopsandsharpies: "Okay, so Cas is a virgin, and has no idea what pleasure is and Dean decides to show him and Cas gets all cuddly and needy afterwards."

Dean walks in on Cas masturbating. He’s doing it all wrong, but when you’re a bazillion-year-old virgin, that’s to be expected. Dean decides to lend him a hand in a totally platonic, non-romantic way. Things get a little out of control.

Not Part of the Planby Annie D (scaramouche)  (Royalty and Human AU, this one is hard to describe. Better read all the tags)

Castiel's spent most of his adult life keeping his head down and staying out of trouble. This is a deliberate choice on his part, because as a cousin of the King, he'd rather stay unimportant and forgotten. This changes abruptly when King Michael decides that he has a better use for Castiel: he is to be wed to a noble member of the neighboring Republic, as part of an agreement between their two nations.

Castiel knows he has to obey, but that doesn't mean he won't rebel in what small ways he can. Unexpectedly, his actions end up having far-reaching consequences.

To Raise A Kingby riseofthefallenone (medieval!AU)

This must be some kind of horrible joke at Castiel’s expense. Is he truly expected to protect a King? One who has been their enemy for as long as he can remember? He is much more suited to being a part of the army, or at the very least someone who helps to train the knights. That would be far more preferred than having to watch over the King. It means Castiel would get to keep fighting – and that’s the only way he knows to give meaning to his life.

Painted Angelsby WinJennster (modern!AU with writer!cas and artist!dean)

Author Castiel Novak has finally hit the big time, with a book based on his failed college relationship with a brilliant painter. He's put all his pain behind him, but at a book signing, he comes face to face with Dean Winchester for the first time in twelve years, and the reunion doesn't go like Cas hoped. Dean's a broken man, with a lot of scars and secrets, shoulders weighed down by his demons and self loathing.Cas sees a second chance with the man he's never stopped loving, but Dean's moved on, and is about to get married. Sam launches a "brilliant" plan to reunite his brother and his best friend, but Cas is worried it will all blow up in their faces, and he'll go through the agony of losing Dean a second time.

Angel's Wildby LimonadeGaby, riseofthefallenone (Wing fic!AU)

But that’s the whole reason he’s here, isn’t it? He’s not out here hunting Humans. He’s not even hunting deer, or bears, or anything else that featured in Bambi. He’s out here, freezing his nuts off every night, because he’s hunting Angels.

Sometimes Dean wishes that Angels were like how they’re described in the Bible. How people from time too old for him to care much about thought Angels were messengers and warriors of God, protectors of Humans. He knows that how they’re really described in the Bible is actually pretty terrifying, but at least they were told by God that they’re supposed to love Humans, right?

That’s a thousand times better than what Angels really turned out to be.

The Pillow Verse byAnythingtoasted, clockworkrobots, inplayruns, nyoka, outpastthemoat, thepillowverse (canon!verse)

The Pillow ‘Verse was a tumblr-based Dean/Castiel round-robin fanfiction challenge that took place over Supernatural’s 2013 summer hiatus.

A canon-based domestic!fic shared universe set in the Men of Letter’s bunker, The Pillow ‘Verse follows Dean, Castiel, Sam, and their small cohort of rabble-rousers through stories of love, nest building, family, and healing following the 8x23 Supernatural finale Sacrifice.

This is a story of the things that happen after the fall.