#and today we've really been going back and forth and it's the best thing that's happened to me all month ok? ok.

[earanie]

so.

[lvis44]

Cabin Fever - Pt. 3 // LH44

Lewis Hamilton x Y/N

Warnings: Swearing, Alcohol Consumption, Angst, Lewis being an ass, allusions to mental health struggles, 18+ MINORS DNI, not edited

Word Count: 5.3k+

Summary: He's your Sister in Laws best friend, you shouldn't even have to deal with him. Always seeming like a cocky arrogant prick, and now here he is crashing your family Christmas. Can you handle a full week of Lewis Hamilton? Or might he not actually be as bad as he seems?

Notes: A bit more drama for you guys tonight but this is nothing compared to what we've got coming up, oopsie lol. Hoping to get the next part out quickly so it kinda aligns with the holidays in real time! I would also formally like to start an important conversation about why the hell this man only seems to own winter jackets the color of a highlighter (im sure it's for safety when snowboarding but pls). I love you all and I'm so happy you guys are enjoying our angsty little Christmas fic!

As always, I am not a professional writer and all of this is a work of fiction and is strictly for fun. Enjoy!

**italics are a jump back in time**

The moment you make your way downstairs the next morning you are ready to turn and run back up to your room. You can hear everyone in the kitchen already, much to your surprise. Their voices are much louder than you would have wanted but you carry on, aware that the only way you’re getting coffee is by showing your face in there.

“Well good morning sleepy head! I was wondering when you’d show up.” Your dad greets you warmly.

“Hey I was up long before any of you yesterday.” You argue as he pulls you into a side hug.

“I do believe I was up before you.” Lewis pipes up with a smirk.

“Yeah yeah, whatever,” You grumble, trying to conceal the roll of your eyes but when you meet Lewis’ gaze you know you’ve failed, “I need coffee, lots of it.”

Tom laughs from over at the coffee bar where he seems to be making himself some sort of fancy espresso, “Coming right up.”

You thank him, taking a seat next to your brother at the island, watching the chaos ensuing on the other side of the kitchen. Your mother, Beatrice, and Vanessa are in what seems to be party planning mode. They’re rummaging through cupboards and running back and forth to the fridge, Vanessa has a notebook out creating some sort of list, Beatrice is loudly reading some recipe from her phone.

“How long has this been going on?” You ask the men at the counter, trying to keep your voice low.

“About twenty minutes, they’ve probably got another twenty in them.” Lewis says, picking up his coffee and watching the scene himself.

You let out a deep breath, already exhausted by the amount of energy flowing through the room, praying you don’t somehow get sucked into it as well.

“Y/N, thank goodness you’re up!” Vanessa says excitedly, finally noticing your presence on one of her trips around the kitchen.

“Good Morning.” You respond softly, trying not to allow any chance of being roped into whatever is going on.

“So,” Vanessa's voice comes out chipper and matter of fact as she puts her palms down on the counter, evidently ready to give you the full run down, “I felt so bad yesterday, I had so many things planned for a fancy breakfast and the weather just had to ruin it all so I really want to make up for all of it today. Thank you again for pulling that off yesterday, I was so grateful, but I want a big fancy family brunch, we haven't had one in so so long and I’ve been thinking about it since I started planning this trip. And I don’t want it to be our Christmas morning brunch, I want it to be its own special moment, ya know?”

You can tell that your eyebrows have gotten higher on your forehead with every word that she has said, speaking faster than you could ever comprehend at the early hour. You hear your brother take a deep breath from next to you as Lewis chuckles lowly.

“I’m sure it will be wonderful, very talented ladies doing the cooking.” Tom tells his daughter before setting a delicious smelling cup of coffee down in front of you, “Here you go Y/N.”

“Thank you, it smells fantastic.” You say sincerely, happily wrapping your chilly hands around the warm cup.

“It better, I brought my own beans and everything. That should be the best cup of coffee you’ve had in your life.” He tells you proudly.

“It was a phenomenal cup of coffee.” Lewis says with an amused smile on his face, one that Tom seems to read as more genuine than you think it really is.

“Very good, very very good.” Dylan is quickly agreeing.

“Now listen,” Vanessa’s voice is quick to grab your attention again, “you did such an amazing job yesterday with breakfast and then helping with all the storm cleanup,”

Before she can finish Lewis lets out a sound halfway between a laugh and a scoff, cutting her off, “I don’t know if I would call whatever she was doing yesterday helping.” His voice is muffled by the rim of his coffee mug but you can hear the cheek to his voice, more teasing than the jabby tone it usually carries for you, you assume it's because of the current company.

You open your mouth to defend yourself but your brother is joining in quickly, “I mean she made a valiant effort but I do think I have to agree with Lewis on this one.” He’s laughing as he pinches at your side.

You try to find the right words to argue your defense but you realize you really can’t, thinking back to your ways of helping the day before. 

You had started strong, initially heading out after breakfast to try to clean up all the branches that had been blown into the yard, that lasted for only twenty minutes before Lewis and Dylan were getting the plow and skidoo out of the garage. Once the big toys were out you had no more interest in your handheld rake and shovel. You had gone over to inspect the new fun equipment but were quickly shooed away by both Lewis and your brother, both claiming you were going to get in the way and possibly end up hurting yourself. You had accepted defeat, heading back to your sad pile of branches before once again getting quite distracted by the fun sound of the engine on the skidoo. You had done your best to act as if you were still working but you had ended up watching Lewis zip around the yard for much longer than you would have liked to admit. There was something about his level of both control and chaos behind the handlebars that scratched your brain just right and it irked you and brought you immense satisfaction all at once. Once your brother had gotten into the swing of plowing, Lewis following him down the hill to keep Vanessa's mind at ease, you had gotten back to your sad attempt at branch removal, by the time they made it back up to the house you were collecting your armful. 

“Y/N you do know that it’s been a full hour and you don’t even have enough sticks to make a mouse a campfire, right?” Lewis had taunted you when he saw you walking across the driveway as he removed his goggles, your brother laughing as he hopped out of the plow.

“Oh fuck off, at least I was doing something, you were just joyriding.” You said sassily, quickly changing course so you weren’t walking directly past him.

“I,” He started, his voice long and drawn out to dramatically make his point, “was keeping your brother safe. The buddy system is very important, you know.”

“A knight in shining,” You started to say but before you could get the whole sentence out you were falling flat on your ass, your abysmal stick pile flying everywhere.

“Woah Y/N, shit you alright?” Your brother was quick to react, leaving his open truck door to run over to you.

“You’ve gotta be kidding.” Lewis huffed out, also quickly making his way over to you.

They had both been there within an instant, squatting next to you to make sure you were alright. Your brother was handling you like fine china even though he could tell you were okay, Lewis however was immediately giving you shit.

“You do realize we’ve been here for like twelve hours and this is the second time you’ve fallen in front of me, right?” The tone of his voice was unamused despite offering you his hand to help pull you up.

“I did not fall last night.” You had tried to defend yourself as he got you to your feet, your brother still giving you a worried look like he thought you had secretly broken something.

“Because I caught you.” He had quickly pointed out.

“Whatever.” You grumbled as you bent down to collect your stick pile, admittedly leaving a good half of them behind before once again heading toward your brother's brush pile off by the shed. Before you could even make it half way, a very well aimed snowball was colliding with your ass cheek, once again knocking the sticks out of your arms. 

“I am going to fucking kill you.’ You had exclaimed loudly, quickly gathering a large armload of snow to form into your own snowball before turning around and whipping it in their direction. You ended up hitting your brother, immediately feeling a little bad because you assumed it had come from Lewis in the first place. Lewis let out a cackle when the snowball hit your brother, evidently pleased that he hadn’t been the one to get in trouble.

“Oh hell no, that was meant for you.” Dylan had said, also laughing but incredibly serious, his own snowball already being packed tightly to whip at Lewis. Much to your pleasure, Dylan was much closer to Lewis and was much stronger than you so you could tell the impact didn’t feel amazing when it finally slapped into his chest.

“I just thought you should put some ice on it after that fall, I was trying to be helpful.” Lewis laughed as he put his arms up to guard himself from any further snowballs being sent his way. You and your brother exchanged a look, both of you loading up again, hurling snow in Lewis’ direction.

He screamed as he turned to run, his snow gear making him much less agile than he would normally be. He had finally found steady footing, his own snowballs being sent in both of your directions, all three of you in a fit of laughter. Somewhere along the line your alliance with your brother had crumbled, his snowballs being sent your way as well, no longer reserved for just Lewis. By the time you finally called truce you had all been absolutely soaked, your stomachs hurting from laughing so hard and your pile of sticks long forgotten. When you made your way back to the house you had found yourself very surprised at how playful and fun that time with Lewis had been but you decided that it must have been a bit of a fluke, knowing it wouldn’t last the rest of the day.

You try to think of a way to argue your defense but you have to admit to yourself that you really can’t, you truthfully didn’t do any actual storm cleanup yesterday.

“It’s the thought that counts, I tried.” You grumble into your mug as the two men laugh.

“Well, either way, you absolutely slayed it with breakfast and putting up with them,” Vanessa gives you a smirk, trying to take away their ammunition, “so I want you to just relax this morning, Moms and I will take care of all things brunch, you just enjoy the pretty scenery and your amazing coffee.”

You smile at her, mouthing a thank you, grateful that you are not expected to be part of the brunch circus that is unfolding in the kitchen before you. Your mother and Beatrice are still frantically figuring out if they have everything for some recipe that they have selected. You sit back, watching as Vanessa returns to her chaos with your mothers, seeming weirdly at home within it. Tom and your father begin loudly discussing just where Tom is sourcing his coffee beans, raising the volume of the kitchen just that much more. You go to turn to your brother, only to find him standing from his seat to rinse out his coffee cup. Lewis is grabbing his phone and eagerly taking a call, leaving the room rapidly. You let out a sigh, choosing to make your way into the den with your coffee, hoping for some level of peace in there. The room is cozy, a fire already going and a light snow falling outside the large windows. You try to settle into one of the plush couches but as you sit there you feel yourself growing more and more aggravated. On one side you can hear your family in the kitchen, all talking loudly about different subjects that don’t even meld together into anything coherent, on the other side you can hear Lewis’ muffled voice on the phone. You can’t actually make out anything that he’s speaking about but the low timbre is enough to be disruptive. You find it hard to believe that in a house of this size you can’t find any silence, yet here you are, you shouldn’t be shocked with it being your family. You decide you can only take so much and come to the conclusion that you would rather be out in the cold and quiet than in here with the chatter. You take your coffee and head off to the foyer to find your winter gear to bundle up, the better idea of just going to your room nowhere to be seen in your head. You get as cozy as possible, grabbing a blanket out of the den before heading back to the kitchen.

“I think I’m just gonna go sit out back for a little while and appreciate the view while I have my coffee.” You awkwardly announce as you make your way to the backdoor, raising your blanket in your hand as you do.

“That sounds absolutely lovely, enjoy yourself!” Beatrice exclaims, overly enthusiastic about your plans.

When you first step out of the house you begin to question your plans, the cold air immediately hitting your face and wrapping you in an unforgiving cocoon, but the moment the door closes behind you, you’re at peace. The door seals your family and their loud chatter away wonderfully, just the gentle howl of the wind and small noises of things falling in the forest left to be heard. You make your way across the covered deck, settling into one of the luxurious outdoor couches overlooking the large backyard and forest. You snuggle as far as possible into your blanket, trying to keep as much of your body heat as possible. You can feel a deep sigh leave your body as you take in your surroundings, admitting to yourself that as much as you hate winter, you do love the beauty of the blanketing of snow. You sit in silence for a while, just sipping your coffee and enjoying the peaceful way the world is waking up, the snow falling gently. It sadly doesn’t take long for your silence to be interrupted, the door opening behind you. You let out a huff when you see who is making their way outdoors.

“Ocupado.” You say sassily as you turn your attention back out to the view in front of you.

Lewis just scoffs, making his way over to sit on one of the couches near you.

“Seriously, I just need some silence. Do you have nowhere else to go?” You groan childishly, seeing him settling into his seat.

“I let you get warm in front of my fire yesterday, I think you can share the silence of your deck with me now.” He says, his voice just as sassy.

You go to argue with him, wanting to tell him that it’s not the same and his fire was in the den, a common area, but you quickly realize that this too is a common area that you have no monopoly over. You decide to bite your tongue, rolling your eyes as he settles deeper into the couch, pulling his phone out. You decide to do the same, feeling awkward staring into the trees now that you have company. It doesn’t take long before the first post from a friend is popping up on your feed. She is back in California, a small party dress on that would have you getting hypothermia here. The post is about a party that you had known would be happening, a fun Christmas get together with a bunch of your friends that you would have loved to have been at, carefree and ridiculous fun. You let out a huff as you scroll through her post, the fomo eating you alive as you do so.

“Thought you wanted silence.” Lewis grumbles from his spot at the sound of your huff, his voice already laced with annoyance. 

“So sorry to disturb you, your highness.” You fire back at him sarcastically.

“It’s just sir, I’m a knight, not technically royalty.” He replies, his voice so cocky that it makes you want to smack him, only stopping when you see the slightly teasing smirk on his face.

You roll your eyes again, not even having the energy to come up with something witty to say back to him in the moment.

“Seriously though, what’s got you in such a mood?” He asks, sounding genuinely curious, much to your surprise. 

“I’m not in a mood.” You mutter, burrowing further into your blanket, your attention back on your phone.

He lets out a chuckle at your response, “Yeah the huffing and puffing really sells that narrative well.”

“Oh shut up, you know I don’t particularly want to be here, just let it go.” You say quietly, not wanting your family to hear your disdain for your surroundings.

“I know, and me being here probably isn’t helping that, but it seemed like there was something else going on. Thought you saw something that was upsetting you.” He says casually, shrugging like it’s a normal conversation for the two of you to be having.

You’re taken aback by his casual and genuinely curious nature, not being used to anything like this from Lewis. It takes your guard down, quicker than it should. You let out a sigh, deciding, against your better judgement, to confide in him a little bit. You know he could come back with some level of snippy remark but you were prepared for that, maybe he would actually have a normal conversation with you for once. 

“Don’t get me wrong, I love my family, but seeing everyone enjoying their lives as adults and doing what they want, where they want, I don’t know, it’s just driving me a bit insane.” You divulge, not getting your point across in quite the way you meant to.

He raises an eyebrow at you, evidently rather confused by what you mean, “I mean, you’re an adult, you spend 99% of the year doing what you want, where you want. What’s the problem?”

You just shake your head, deciding to instead show him the post that caused the initial huff. You watch as his brows furrow while he scrolls through the instagram post you handed him. Quickly his face turns from curious to judgemental. It’s his turn to roll his eyes as he finally hands you your phone back.

“So you’d rather be back in the smog of LA where you can’t even tell it’s Christmas, dressed in a skimpy dress with your friends? You’d prefer that to fresh mountain air, a white Christmas, and your family that loves you?” His tone is belittling as he reads the situation completely incorrectly, his questions coming out more as statements, as if nothing that you say now will change his mind.

Your jaw drops at the accusation, a loud scoff leaving your throat as you snatch your phone back from him, “How dare you, that was not the point I was trying to make.” You begin to argue before he’s cutting you off.

“You see those people all the time Y/N, how often do you see any of your family?” He raises his brow in challenge but doesn’t give you time to formulate a response before he’s carrying on, “We all know you don’t want to be here, just suck it up, a little bit of winter mountain air and family time isn’t going to kill you.” He doesn’t wait for a rebuttal, he just stands from his seat as if he’s just finished reprimanding a child and walks away, back inside.

He leaves you in your seat, silent and fuming but also leaving you feeling a tad guilty. He is correct, you don’t want to be here, but it has nothing to do with you preferring to be out in a skimpy dress in LA, it’s about your freedom. Having the freedom to do as you please and be where you want, something you haven’t had a ton of in your life. You hate that everyone knows that you would prefer to be somewhere else, making you feel as if you’re almost a burden. You hate that Lewis feels that he has the right to make such deep assumptions about you and treat them as fact and you hate even more that he feels he has the right to lecture you based on those assumptions. 

You end up staying out on the back deck much longer than you had originally planned, only finally making your way back indoors when Vanessa announces that brunch is served. You do your best to ignore him, not even looking in his direction. Instead you spend most of brunch quizzing Vanessa on things about her brunch that in all honesty you aren’t particularly interested in, but listening to Vanessa explain how he gets her eggs to fluffy is much better than having to even think about dealing with the man sitting at the other end of the table.

It irks you that you can hear him chatting so freely and happily down the table, as if he hadn’t accosted you on the porch mere hours beforehand. You find yourself already making a plan for escape before you’ve even cleared your plate.

Avoiding him throughout the rest of the day ends up being shockingly easy. You take an extra long time getting ready before helping Vanessa and your mom with some last minute gift wrapping. You can’t help but laugh when you see that Vanessa's “last minute stuff” actually appears to be a majority of her gifts, but you don’t complain, knowing it will take up more of your time, and in turn help in your game of avoidance. You can hear Lewis chatting off in the distance, your father quizzing him eagerly on his car collection after hearing he added something new. Lewis gushed with ease, thoroughly entertaining your fathers questions and while it could be considered a nice conversation you felt like it sounded arrogant, flashy. 

“Boys and their toys.” Your mom muttered with a laugh, also listening to bits of the conversation, your father now seemingly showing Lewis photos of a car he had back in the nineties.

“Tell me about it, I couldn’t for the life of me get Dylan out of that plow truck when we first bought it and the snow hadn’t even fallen yet.” Vanessa exclaims, shaking her head.

You just laugh as you lean back to stare out the window for a moment, admiring the way the world is beginning to turn blue as the sun goes down. As if he’s noticed it getting dark at the very same moment, Dylan is bursting into the room talking about Christmas lights.

“Get out, we are not finished in here Mr.” Vanessa is quickly squealing, throwing her body in front of the few remaining unwrapped gifts.

“Okay, okay,” Dylan laughs, throwing his hand over his eyes before continuing, “What I was saying is the lights in the forest look like they stayed up through the storm! It’s getting dark so I was hoping we could all take a walk out there, it’ll be beautiful.”

“That sounds nice Dyl, give us just a little time to get ready.” You say softly, eager to see the lights that have your brother so excited.

“Sweet, I’ll go let the guys know.” He says like a little kid, whipping around to go inform them of the new plans.

“He made an absolute wonderland out there, you guys are going to love it.” Vanessa says, already standing up to collect the remaining wrapping paper, shoving things away like she’s now on a time crunch.

You take that as your sign to go change and get ready for a winter walk. When you go to head upstairs you finally cross paths with Lewis who seems to be headed to his own room, you pause for a moment before flicking your gaze away and trying to move past him.

“Joining us on the walk?” He asks, his voice cold, sounding like he’s expectant of a no.

“Uh, yeah, of course.” You waver slightly, caught off guard that he had any words for you at all. You wished your voice had come out stronger, not wanting him to feel like he had any sort of upperhand, that he had gotten under your skin.

He does actually look surprised, his eyebrows twitching up in a certain judgemental look of disbelief before he is once again turning on his heel. He doesn’t say a word, just walks away to his bedroom.

When you make your way back downstairs, everyone is there and waiting. Dylan is animatedly explaining how he set up with power for the lights and how they follow all of the groomed paths in a certain pattern. Once he notices that you’re there he is directing everyone to follow him to the back yard, still explaining his tree lighting process on the way. You can’t help the grimace that leaves your body when you step outside, the temperature having dropped drastically since you were out here earlier. You try to just burrow further into your coat, not wanting to complain after being made so aware of your attitude earlier today.

As you wander the paths you find yourself mesmerized, Vanessa was right about the absolute wonderland of it all. The glittery lights look like stars, spanning higher up trees than you would like to think about your brother being, but regardless they are breathtaking. You find yourself falling away from the group a bit, too caught up in admiring the gorgeous trees and trying to keep as much of your warmth in as possible. Your family carries on walking, unaware of your sudden slow pace, Lewis however seems to notice and slows down himself. So much that you almost trip over him, having been blissfully unaware of his presence.

“You okay?” He asks you when you’re steady on your feet.

“I’m just fine Lewis.” Your voice is as cold as the outdoor air as you avoid looking in his direction.

“Well, from where I’m standing, you’re shaking like a leaf.” His tone has lost its earlier harshness but still carries that bit of arrogance as you catch him smirking at you out of the corner of your eye.

“Just wore the wrong jacket, I’ll be fine.” You argue, keeping your voice short but still pulling your thin jacket tighter. You're mentally cursing yourself for not having worn your puffer.

“Do you want to head back? I’ll walk with you.” His offer catches you off guard, his voice sincere and almost kind as he continues to stare at you, the smirk gone.

“I’m fine,” You say yet again, your voice slightly quieter now, “Dylan worked hard on this, I’ll survive.”

Just as you once again reiterate your argument a gust of wind comes through, picking up the loose snow and blowing it around you sending yet another chill directly down your spine. Lewis evidently notices the cold seeping deeper into your bones, taking it upon himself to make the decision. 

“Y/N and I are gonna head back to the house, she’s getting a little too cold, gonna get her something warm, we’ll see you guys in a bit.” He yells ahead to your family against your will. 

“Oh, hun, are you okay?” Your mother is immediately concerned.

“I’m fine, I’m not going back.” You start to insist but Lewis is stepping in yet again.

“She’s fine, just wore the wrong jacket. The lights look amazing Dylan, well come see them when she’s warmed up.” Before you can say anything he’s starting to usher you back down the path, Dylan is thanking him and Vanessa is telling you where to find more blankets. 

Lewis is guiding you down the path, his body close against your back and his grip firm on your waist as if you don’t know the way. You hate the way he is manhandling you but you have to admit you are relishing in the warmth coming from the proximity. You don’t allow it to go on for too long, wrenching yourself out of his grip once you’re far enough away from your family. You pick up your pace, both in a show of defiance and actually quite wanting to get back to the warmth of the house. You hear him let out a scoff behind you as you throw your little tantrum.

The heat of the house is immediately welcoming, wrapping around you like a hug the moment you open the door. You take a moment to let the heat sink into your bones before even moving to remove your jacket. Lewis stands there watching you for a moment, just shaking his head before taking off his own large puffer.

“What?” You groan, assuming he has a comment to make.

“You know sub zero temps usually require a little more than a flimsy fashion jacket from the mall, right?” His voice is laced with judgement again, the kindness from the forest long gone.

“Oh, would you just fuck off!” You finally properly snap, whipping your head to face him.

““I’m just saying you’re a grown adult and you’re acting like winter is gonna kill you, you can’t even prepare for it” His response is quick, his tone just as snippy as yours, dripping with arrogance.

“I have a fucking parka in my room, I didn’t know how cold it was.” You throw back at him.

“Mmm sure, or you just wanted to look good for the little walk.” He accuses you, his tone condescending.

“Look good for who? I’m in the middle of fucking nowhere!” You fully yell at him, finally done with his jabs.

He ignores the question, his voice raising but not yet actually yelling, “Have you ever considered that maybe it’s good for you to be in the middle of nowhere once in a while?”

“I do not need some asshole who doesn’t even know me giving me fucking life advice, thank you very much.” You snap, no longer yelling but your voice is harsh.

“Well maybe you do because from where I’m standing you would rather be back in LA partying with your friends to post on Instagram than at your brother's beautiful new house with your whole family that loves you. They fucking want you here and you get to fucking see them, stop acting like its pulling fucking teeth for you to be here.” He actually yells this time, momentarily stunning you.

“Why do you even fucking care so much?” You just about scream, praying that your family is still far away from the house. The two of you haven’t even made it out of the foyer yet.

He just stares at you, his eyes hard and his chest heaving slightly. He opens his mouth before quickly snapping it shut, finally letting out a long, deep sigh. “Ya know what, I guess I fucking don’t. Go take a hot shower before you get fucking hypothermia.” He finally mutters harshly as he storms out of the room, his bedroom door slamming shut not long after.

You stand in the foyer, staring down the hallway where he disappeared, still dressed in your winter jacket. You can feel the tears pricking in the back of your eyes, immediately pissing you off that they can be caused by even Lewis. You bite lips, willing the tears to stop, but then you realize, there it is.

It finally feels like Christmas.

[spider-ghoul]

Nice to have a friend

Percy Jackson x Gn!reader (loosely based off the taylor swift song)

summery: winter nights, gloves, and your impulsive best friend

Warnings: reader is mentioned to be shorter than Percy, use of Y/N, light cussing(?), nothing else I can think of lmk if you spot something :)

I wrote this really fast so idk it might be complete shit

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"Walk me back to my cabin?" I say though a yawn, it wasn't really late but today was overwhelmingly tiring and i wanted nothing more than to sleep for about three years. 

"Yeah yeah, whatever, dummy." Percy said,  he had his signature grin on his face. The one that told me he was about to say something stupid. "You know...if you're so tired you could always let me carry you-" there it is.

"Shut it, Jackson." I cut him off, watching as he raises his hands in defeat.

"My bad, my bad-" he still has that stupid shit-eating grin on his face, he's too damn cocky for his own good. but I wouldn't change a thing about his stupid face.

I stick my tongue out at him, and he does the same in response, "let's go, you big baby-" I mumble, yawning again.

We quickly fall into pace with each other, it's almost routine at this point. We've been doing it since we were twelve, sitting by each other at the campfire, making fun of each other's singing, and him walking me to my cabin.

I was spending my winter break at camp, with my  best friend, Percy Jackson. It was the perfect break from school, from everything. From monsters, and studying, and tests. I fell back into our patterns quickly. 

Although, recently, it feels a little different. His hand brushes against mine, and our fingers intertwine. Any jokes i wanted to make die in my throat. It's the same feeling every night, holding hands, never talking about what it means.

i look up at him, and he's looking at me.

He squeezes my hand twice, his gloves are scratchy on my skin. 

Whatever this is, whatever we are, it's an unsaid thing. Something under the skin, barely noticeable unless you're looking for it. A ball of yarn about to unravel.

Something we avoid, but can see. Something we hear but don't listen too. Longing glances and hugs a moment too long. Never pushing it, never reaching out just a little more for fear of what we would find.

I looked down at the path we were walking, it was covered in a light layer of snow. Yeah, camp had the weather shield, but Chiron has an affinity for snow, letting it sprinkle into camp during the cold months. 

there are a few sets of footprints, but most campers stay home during the holidays, leaving camp almost empty. 

 The cabins were a good walk from the fire place, the warmness of the flames quickly left me shivering. Goosebumps slowly plagued my skin, and I pulled my jacket  a little tighter. 

"Cold?" Percy asks, his voice laced with concern. 

I shrugged and he rolled his eyes. He pulled is hand away from me, I hated the way it made my heart ache in my chest. I watched silently as he tugged the glove off his right hand and passed it to me.

"..thanks." I whispered, my cheeks are only red because of the cold, I swear.  I tug the glove onto my hand, it was still warm from his. 

it only takes him a few seconds for him to wrap his finger around mine again. 

The rest of the walk back is in a comfortable silence, somewhere along the way he started swinging our hands back and forth. 

When we finally got to my cabin, I wished we didn't. I didn't want him to leave, I didn't want to lose the feeling of his hand on mine. 

He led me onto my porch, and I turned around to face him, our hands still intertwined. I smiled up at him, meeting his eyes. He smiled back. 

"See you tomorrow?" His smile was softer, quieter, just for me. 

"Course'." I whisper back. 

neither of us move, our hands still intertwined between us. I should just pull away, I know I should, but gods.. I don't want to. I only want to be closer to him. Who cares if the yarn unravels? 

"..Percy?" If I want to do it I just should, right?

"..yeah?" I should just ask him. I should just say it. I'm gonna say it. 

"..Percy.. I-" 

And then I hesitate. 

"...I'll see you at breakfast." I say with a breath out, peeling my hand away from his, stepping back. 

I could see the hesitance behind his eyes, but he nodded, "Night." 

"..night." I say quietly, watching as he smiled one more time before he turned to leave me. I was still wearing his glove. 

I stood there to watch him leave like I always did, watching him slowly sink into the shadows away from me.

I closed my eyes, turning on my heels, my hand on the doorknob when I heard him again. 

"Wait!" I quickly turned around at his voice, it was louder than he normally was. his voice sounded almost desperate to get my attention. He was running up the porch stairs.  

"Percy-?" 

And then he's in front of me, his hands on my cheeks, and his lips on mine. 

It only took me a few seconds to close my eyes, leaning closer to him. One of my cheeks was suddenly colder, and one had itchy yarn pressed on to it. Heaven. 

He pulled away a little too quickly, breathing heavy. 

"Goodnight." He said, turning on his heels and running back into the darkness. 

[w2soneshots]

Hate -W2S

words: 0.7k+

warnings: angst with happy ending, break up, mention of drug use, social media hate.

summary: you and Harry go through a break up and the fans aren’t kind about it.

Liked by y/nfanpage21 and 7,674 others

sidemenupdates: y/n seen today for the first time since her and Harrys breakup!

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y/nfanpage21: She's so pretty🤍

user98025639: I hope they get back together :(

ihatey/n: I'm so glad they broke up Harry deserved so much better than her

user46807521: I hate her

Since me and Harry broke up a few weeks ago I’ve been receiving an obnoxious amount of hate. I would usually just ignore it, but while trying to recover from a difficult break up (especially since we were together for three years) It has started to get to me. I got a call from Talia who I've kept in good contact with. "hey babe, how are you?" She asked once I accepted the call. "Im alright." I said. "are you free today?" She asked. "Um- ye?" I replied. "Im coming over I’ll be there in 20." She said and before I could say anything she ended the call.

I quickly tidied up my apartment, threw on a sweat set and brushed my hair into a ponytail. Talia arrived outside my apartment just under 20 minutes later along with a bag of groceries. She immediately brought me into a hug then went over to my kitchen and started unpacking the food. "You didn't have to do all this T." I said. "Are you kidding, I’m your best friend. You did the same for me when me and Simon were on a break." she said and continued to fill up the fridge. I smiled "well, thank you." She smiled back at me and said "right, let's go." My brows furrowed "what, go where?" I asked. "Shopping."

We spent the rest of the day buying new clothes and we also had some lunch. I thanked Talia profusely for taking my mind off of everything and cheering me up, but she joked saying "I just needed an excuse to by some more clothes and Simon is really boring to shop with." which made me laugh. She dropped me off outside my apartment and I made my way through the building while carrying multiple bags of clothes and new makeup.

Once I put everything away I made myself some dinner with the food that Talia brought me. After eating I sat watching Friends when I got a phone call from Freezy. "Hello?" I said through the phone. "y/n, listen we've tried everything but he's in a really bad place. I- I think he's been using again." I sighed "I'll be over in 10." I said. "See you then."

Just like I said I was at their apartment in just over 10 minutes. The door was unlocked so I opened it to see Cal (Freezy) sat on the sofa "thanks for coming, I know he's not really your responsibility anymore." he said. "I still care for him though Cal." I said and he nodded. I made my way towards his room soon after. I took a deep breath and opened the door.

He lay on the bed asleep in a pair of sidemen joggers and hoodie. "Harry?" I whispered and placed my hand on his shoulder, rubbing it lightly. He stirred slightly and mumbled "fuck off Cal." I sighed "Haz, It's me y/n." He immediately lifted his head to look at me. He didn't waste a second by pushing himself off the bed and pulling me into a tight hug. I could hear him sobbing slightly and my heart sank "shh, Im here, shh." I whispered rocking us back and forth lightly. "Im so sorry." he whispered into my neck. I just gave him a squeeze and then he pulled away. "I want to give it another go, I'll make time for you, I- I promise." he said. Me and Harry broke up because I felt like we weren't spending enough time together, were both very busy but I felt like he wasn't really trying anymore.

I nodded silently. "I realised the past couple of days how much I need you and all the things you do for me, I just- I- I understand if you don't want that but-" I cut him off by pulling him into a kiss. "I wouldn't want anything more." I said smiling.

[mcflymemes]

ASSASSIN'S CREED III PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue from the video game, adjust as necessary

we never took them seriously. maybe we should have.

i'm getting ahead of myself.

we've been fighting them for thousands of years.

i've seen the truth.

it holds the power to change everything.

there's only so much we can do.

if we can't find a way to stop it, these next few weeks will probably be our last.

it worked. we think. we hope.

we're here. let's go.

you must find the key.

here we go again.

do you hear us?

you collapsed and entered into a fugue state.

you weren't in any danger.

i know what i'm looking for, by the way. it's a key.

i'd like to run a couple of quick tests.

have you seen it before?

my father brought me here as a child.

on to business then.

the stairs are watched. you'll need to find another way up.

you should have come to me.

for what it's worth, i'm sorry.

that's why we've called you here.

i am yours to command.

well, then i'd best be on my way.

my research has been stolen. without it, i'm of no use to you.

i'll see if i can't speed things up.

we need to find a way inside.

i believe i've found the solution to our problem.

we'll attack on my signal.

i made a promise to you, [name], one i intend to keep.

the sooner we're done, the sooner we can get out of this cold.

it does not engender peace to cut your way to resolution.

if we applied the sword more liberally and more often, the world would be a better place than it is today.

now i've upheld my part of the bargain, i expect that you will honor yours?

you seem disappointed.

you have shown me great kindness, [name]. thank you.

really? that's your response? it's like dealing with a six year old.

i sense my words cause pain.

do you even know what that symbol represents?

come on. i've got something to show you.

very well. i'll train you.

you're also going to need a new name.

what's true and what is aren't always the same.

you'll be happy to hear there's actually good news for once.

it's silly for us to go back and forth like this.

we cannot give up our home.

do you have a name? do you know who is responsible?

time will tell if you speak the truth.

why are you here? has something happened?

you should have heeded my warning.

perhaps you'll respond better to the sword.

are you threatening us?

i thought it might bring clarity or instill a sense of accomplishment. but all i feel is regret.

such sacrifices must never come lightly.

all of them must be dealt with in turn.

you speak the words, but do you believe them?

takes a true monster to do something like this.

every day i wait, more will suffer.

many who should've died today now live because of you.

we do the best we can with what we've got.

you wield your blade like a man, but your mouth like a child.

there are more important things at stake here.

i do what is right. no more. no less.

i don't even see a stall in here. what if i had to take a dump?

please just mute the microphone if you do.

life is not a fairy tale, and there are no happy endings.

in your haste to save the world, take care you don't destroy it!

our interests are aligned.

perhaps some time together might do us good.

i can kill you now if you prefer.

would you like me to come along and hold your hand, perhaps?

why the change of heart? where is this coming from?

you oppose tyranny. injustice. these are just symptoms. their true cause is human weakness.

you have said so much... but you have shown me nothing.

tell me of your latest exploits.

you have not come this far to throw it all away over misplaced sentiment.

there is nothing more to discuss.

i should have stayed.

now you must hide it.

what once was shall be again.

[my-castles-crumbling]

um so i'm friends with this one girl, like she's my best friend atm but i'm tired, exhausted and burnt out from being friends with her because it's just so draining to get bare minimum responses and there's so much shit that has happened in the last two years but every time there's a problem she doesn't even try to talk she just ignores me to the point i think that that's the end of our friendship, i make my peace with it, i reach out one last time just to see if she wants to talk, she makes it completely about her problems, barely responds when i try to talk about mine or goes "well you did this first" and every time it's that one thing i did back in seventh grade (we're in ninth now) which she never even brought up when it happened, bottled it up, started resenting me and now uses it as a justification for literally everything but when something like that happens to me and i tell her that it's a problem she just dismisses it and doesn't even bother to change when i'm trying bc she said it hurt her and there's so much shit she has done that she has later admitted that if i had done it she wouldn't have put up with it and it's just tiring to have her not care about my interests and prioritise her friends over me, her "best friend" and recently she's been very busy so we don't text much which used to be our main source of interactions and she won't even spend breaks with me in school because she doesn't like one of my other best friends and there was a huge problem about it a few weeks ago then apparently she decided she still wants to be friends with her but acts very weirdly when she's around (she literally started acting off around me bc some of her friends said something about this girl and then said that i was mad at her for being friends with one of them) and our vacations started from today and she's been talking to me again since yesterday after radio silence for almost two days and i've gone to see her in school but she's never really paid attention to the fact that i'm there until i'm leaving and she says that i always act like a lawyer during arguments which pisses her off but see if i go to her with a problem she always defends the other person and makes me out to be the problem so i have to defend myself and sometimes i say some shit which ends up being right but i get so much of shit for that. she's also very demoralising about my goals but i've never done it to her bc i can literally pick it apart bc ik a lot about that but i never say anything so that she doesn't get demotivated.

i make plans with her, she never brings it up herself and then goes and does it separately and i multitask between my work and talking to her but she can't multitask so she's always like "i'm busy" when i call her bc she hasn't been replying for a while (it would take her less than thirty seconds to text me that she was going to study in which case i wouldn't get concerned bc she isn't answering) but the moment i do the same she asks if i'm mad like i don't have a life outside of her

we've been friends for like, six years now and i plan to cut her off before the 31st but all of a sudden she's acting nice

Hi ❤️

I’m going to very gently say, I think your friend is showing you who she is and you need to let her. As in, she’s showing she’s not reliable and she goes back and forth and she’s hurting you. Don’t try to put your effort into a friendship that clearly isn’t helping you.

you deserve consistency and kindness and she’s not respecting your boundaries or communicating with you. She’s shown she’s not able to be the friend you need, so I am so lovingly saying you need to take some space. Even if she comes back, you need more than that for a friendship. If she truly asks what she needs to do to stay friends, state what you need and be honest and if she can’t do that then she’s not worth it, because she’s not treating YOU like you’re worth it.

naming you worth it anon

[thelemoncoffee]

no post today i'm hevily distracted by the reveals of The Hundred Line and Tribe Nine

im actually pretty hyped for Tribe Nine, it looks like the most unique thing Kodaka's made outside of ronpa since Akudama Drive. the anime was pretty damn weak and forgettable, but in the roughly four years since that Tribe Nine really looks like it's worked to forge it's own path and establish it's own identity. im rooting for it honestly and i'll defiantly be keeping tabs on it, im still skeptical because Raincode gave me trust issues, but i wanna believe

The Hundred Line however.... well- i spent a little back and forthing with friends coming up with joke names for it. the best ones we came up with were "PVZ: Dangan Warfare" and "I Can't Believe It's Not Ronpa"

Yeah i'm no where near as hopeful for The Hundred Line as i am for Tribe Nine. it's Dangan ronpa to the left and most of the characters we've seen so far just feel like amalgamations of ronpa character designs than they do their own unique people. most of the ronpa fans i chat with agree, it feels like it's trying so fucking hard to be Danganronpa without being Danganronpa.

i currently have the working theory that Danganronpa was Kodaka's lightning in a bottle, and ever since he left Spike Chunsoft he's been trying to make another hit as good as ronpa. you can see in his projects over time how they take more and more and more aspects from Danganronpa but fail to capture the heart of it, falling flat and fizzling out after the inital hype. and now it's gotten to the point where he's basically trying to make Danganronpa all over again without actually making a new installment cause that means going back to Spike Chunsoft.

it really feels like the dude is trying desperatly to ride that high again and falling short, making a mess out of the parts of his old project trying to recreate it's effect superfically. unfortionatly that kind of thing can't really be made intentionally, and trying to do so just causes all sorts of messes. this is also why i am hyped for Tribe Nine, cause it's such a strong departure from Kodaka's old works and it doesn't feel like a desperate plea for danganronpa fans to Looky Here. it had a clunky start but it looks like it has the potential to become something beautiful, and i hope it does. the same cannot be said for The Hundred Line's party city danganronpa cosplay lookin' ass, and i have very little faith in it

okay i'm done, tired ramble over

[bigimotikwriting]

The Future They Shared - Part 2

Master Post

On the plateau in the center of town, where the pillar connecting the upper and lower worlds had sprung forth, Munto sat beneath the delicate white strands of solidified akuto that arced across the sky.

The world was ending months ago, and now here he was, basking in the pink light of dawn; all was healing.

He looked down at a small, golden ring nestled in his palm and smiled. Soon, he would undertake a few special preparations for his own future.  That is, if he could find the time.

With a sigh, he placed the ring safely into a box and then jumped up from the plateau, gliding back to his palace before Rui hopefully noticed.

His hopes were dashed when he saw his best friend awaiting him outside the heavy wooden doors of his quarters.

"Munto, please review this document before our next meeting."

Rui followed him into the royal chamber with his blue cape flowing and dropped a hefty roll of parchment on the stone desk.

"This is the list of representatives across the Heavens and Earth who will be present at the assembly later today."

"Thank you, Rui," Munto said, dropping into a chair and fiddling with the ring box.

Rui crossed his arms. "I'm not saying that you have to be familiar with all the details of their lives - Lady Ryuely and I will handle most of the networking. We just need you to be able to offer a kind greeting when people are introduced to us."

"I will make sure to look at it soon."

Not persuaded, Rui placed the rest of his documents on the desk in a neat pile and braced himself against the table. "You're not going to the meeting, are you?"

That did prompt Munto to look up, with only a mildly guilty expression. "I don't want to, but my absence would not go unnoticed by the other rulers." He frowned. "I can't jeopardize everything that we've worked towards."

He ran his hand through his hair, tugging it slightly in frustration. "Things were more black and white during the crisis. I've been going around in circles with the politics and nuance of all of this, and I could really use support - her support - to keep my wits on me."

"To be fair, you do attend all the meetings; you're vigilant and earnest."  Rui cast a glance down at the pile of papers on the desk. "Although I will admit your administrative work could do with some improvement."

"Spare me the lecture," Munto glowered at the ceiling. "I've heard it all before - from you specifically."

His frown softened. "I have an important task to do, and I get the feeling that after today, after this meeting, I might not get an opportunity to ask her again for a long time."

Rui contemplated for a moment before beginning hesitantly. "This meeting will really be nothing more than a glorified meet-and-greet, a simple social gathering, if you will."

Munto sat up. "Are you suggesting that I actually skip the meeting?"

Rui shook his head. "As the chief strategist and advisor to one of the critical countries in the United Alliance, I cannot approve of you missing a significant event such as this. It is a terrible political decision."

"Then why-?"

Rui continued. "However, as your best friend, I will always support any decision you make to protect the happiness of you and your loved ones - no matter the rationale." He extended an arm. "Go to her."

Munto grasped Rui's forearms in the traditional handshake of magicians. "You do realize she might say no; I'm not sure she's keen on becoming a queen." "I'm sure you'll work things out. You always do."

[s65ns]

Out of Time - Chapter One.

Out of Time Masterlist

Previous Part: Prologue / Next Part: Six Months

⚠️ TW: Mentions of Cancer ⚠️

word count: 2k words

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Chapter One: One Year

evelyn's pov.

"Harry," I said. I waited for his gaze to move from the TV to me before continuing, "I really have to get going."

"I heard you and I said okay." he replies.

I sigh shaking my head and remove myself from the couch. Clearly, he wasn't getting the message.

"That means get out."

Harry gasps. A mock look of hurt on his face as he places a hand over his heart.

"Evie...are you kicking me out?" he says, voice wavering to sell his facade.

"Yes, Harry, I am." I said rolling my eyes and heading to my room. I hear the couch springs bounce, signaling that Harry was following me.

It's been three months since Harry and I first met on that fateful September day. I avoided him and his vow to take me on a date as if it were the plague. I responded to his text messages and held conversation when necessary, but whenever he brought up the topic of going out, I would suddenly vanish.

Once a month had gone by and I saw he was still very persistent to take me on a date, I finally caved and said yes. I made sure to make it clear to him that it was just to commemorate our friendship just like he had said in the parking lot. I told him that I wasn't looking for anything romantic because they usually never ended well for me.

"You never know...things could end differently with me." Harry said shooting me a wink before proceeding to take a sip of his wine.

I remember blushing profusely and immediately changed the subject.

We got to learn a good bit about each other that night. I learned that he's a 29-year-old author with three highly acclaimed books—two of which I've read.

When he asked me what I thought of his books, I tried my best to downplay how in love with them I was, but I failed miserably. A slight rosy tint covered his cheeks as I complimented how well-written everything was from the characters to the scenery down to the death of the main character's dog. Everything about his books were beautiful.

"Thank you, thank you. Now enough about me, what about you? What do you do for a living?" he asked.

"Well, my name is Evelyn West. I am 22 years old, and I am an artist. I post some of my work on Instagram and TikTok. They get a decent number of views and likes. Sometimes with the weird algorithm they've got a random video of mine will blow-up and I get a lot of notice, but other than that I would say I'm just a small creator."

Harry nodded along to everything I said.

"I would love to see some of your work, Evelyn." he said with a small smile.

From there, I showed him some of my art and little videos showing how I created them. We went back and forth asking each other questions and sharing some slightly embarrassing moments we've had in our lives.

Fast forward to three months later and Harry and I's relationship is flourishing beautifully.

"Where are you going again?" Harry asks stopping in the doorway of my bedroom.

"I have a follow-up appointment with my oncologist today and I'm about to be late for it because of you." He rolled his eyes as he plopped on my bed.

"Can I come with you?" I pause for a moment.

"No, you cannot." I said proceeding to find some clothes to wear. I already have a hard time letting Harry see me as I am right now, I don't need him to be there when the doctor tells me I am only going to get worse.

"Why not?" he asks rolling over to face me.

"Because it would be weird if you came."

"How so?"

"It just would be." I say beginning to get annoyed.

"But why?" he asks teasingly. Harry knew he was working my nerves. I picked my bra up and chucked it at him. He lets out a deep laugh as he picks up my bra and places it over his eyes.

"Oh wow! This is a great sleeping mask!" I let out an exasperated gasp. I quickly ran over to the bed and pounced on him.

Harry laughed as I continued my assault. He grabbed my waist to steady me on his lap. Harry then flipped me over.

I giggled as his fingers tickled my sides. I writhe under him trying to get out. Harry grabs a hold of my wrists in one hand as the other continues to tickle me.

I can hear Harry's breathy laugh above me as the pace of his fingers begin to slow down.

I slowly stop moving, trying to calm myself down. Our eyes connect and it's not lost on me what position we are in. We stay there for a moment just taking each other in. I don't miss how Harry's eyes bounce back and forth between my eyes and my lips.

I clear my throat feeling my cheeks get hot as time passes by. I glance over at the clock on my nightstand to help calm myself down.

The time read 3:15 PM. I gasped and pushed Harry off me. My appointment is at 3:30 and I had gotten distracted.

"Crap, Harry. I'm going to be so late." I said as I began to strip, completely disregarding Harry still being in the room.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Harry look over at me, but immediately look away.

By the time I had finished getting dressed it was already 3:23. I grabbed my purse and keys and made my way to the door.

I felt a hand clasp my wrist. I locked eyes with Harry. He had a look of plea on his face, and I immediately knew what he was about to ask.

Too concerned about running late, I caved in and let Harry come to the appointment with me.

"Dr. Ansley will see you shortly." the nurse said, placing my file in the black pocket on the wall.

"Thank you." I said with a smile. As the nurse shut the door, my eyes immediately went over to Harry. I watched as his eyes took in the oncologist's office. His eyes scanned the room like they had never seen a doctor's office before.

Granted the oncologist's office looked a little fancier, I admired his fascination.

Cute. I thought to myself. Suddenly, Harry looked over at me. I began blushing profusely for being caught staring.

The door opened and in walked Dr. Ansley.

"Good afternoon, Ms. West. How are you today?" she asked while walking over to her desk.

"I'm doing alright, thank you."

"Good. Good. Any discomfort?" I shake my head 'no' as my leg begins to bounce. Once the appointment has officially begun, we go through the usual procedure. She asks me how I am, if I am feeling anxious, and if I have any concerns regarding my treatments or what is to come in the future.

Next, I have to have some blood drawn. Dr. Ansley shows me to the bloodwork section and tells me to wait there. Harry follows along quietly. He seems deep in thought, but also very attentive to every little detail Dr. Ansley says. After my blood is drawn, I am sent back to Dr. Ansley's office.

"Alright, Ms. West. The moment we've both been dreading." I sigh, sadness overtaking me as I know what we have to discuss next.

"Would you like your boyfriend to step out?" Getting ready to protest Harry being my boyfriend, I turn to see his eyes are already on me. I give him a small smile before telling Dr. Ansley she can continue.

Dr. Ansley begins by explaining the same old, heart-wrenching information that I already know. I guess she does it more for Harry's sake than my own.

"With that being said...since your breast cancer is no longer in the early stages of stage four, you may have chemotherapy sessions once every two to four weeks and then have a break. You'll need about eight cycles of chemo, before we can take our next steps. Though stage four breast cancer is not curable, we can try our best to prolong your lifespan."

I nod my head in understanding, willing back the tears that dare to fall from my eyes. I don't want to die. From my peripheral vision, I see Harry glance over at me. He places a reassuring hand on my knee and begins to rub soothing patterns. I look over and give him a weak smile as he gives me one in return. I let my eyes trail down to Harry's hand and place my hand over his.

"How long," Harry pauses to clear his throat before he continues to speak, "How long does she have?" Dr. Ansley gives Harry a sympathetic smile.

"Evelyn has anywhere between one to three years to live." A cold shiver runs down my spine. I'd never asked the doctors how long they think I'd have. I figured it would be better not to know so I wouldn't live everyday with the constant anxiety about what's to come.

"I know this can be a hard pill to swallow, especially with you guys being so young, but there are resources available to help you guys through this. We offer therapy to help you guys talk out how you're feeling through this trivial time, especially you, Evelyn. We highly encourage you out of everyone to speak. Without a doubt from the outside, we know it's difficult, however, you are the only one who is really dealing with it on the inside. You are the one that knows what is running rampage in your mind. So we highly encourage you to please visit one of our therapists. I'm more than happy to recommend you to one of my choosing." Dr. Ansley says.

She gives us a second to let the news sink in by excusing herself from the room. She tells us that once we are finished, we can check out and try to enjoy the rest of our day.

Harry and I sit in silence. It's so quiet we can hear the ticking of the clock and the rustling of the leaves outside. Harry doesn't move to say anything and neither do I. As time passes by, the silence begins to eat away at me. Harry's hand still rests on my thigh as I feel my head getting heavy and my eyelashes begin to flutter close. I lean my head on Harry's shoulder. I keep my eyes closed as he shifts in his seat. I can feel his eyes watching me. I can almost picture the curious look on his face.

"Come on, Evie. Let's get you home." Harry says softly. I shake my head 'no' and continue to snuggle up to him.

"I'm sure you would be more comfortable in your bed at home." he says shrugging his shoulder ever so slightly. I grunt in protest as a means to tell him to stop.

"I just wanna stay here like this. You're so comfortable and warm." I murmur. I hadn't notice how cold Dr. Ansley's office was until now. I still feel his eyes on me. Harry lets out a breathy laugh.

"In the doctor's office? Really?" he asks. I nod. A few minutes pass before Harry speaks up again.

"Tell you what. We get up now and start heading home, I'll give you all the cuddles in the world." he says. I can hear the grin in his voice.

"Promise?" I ask.

"I promise." Harry says. He begins to rub soothing circles onto my thigh again and places a chaste kiss to my head. I sigh in contentment before standing up and putting my jacket on.

Harry watches me with a slight smile on his face. He wraps his arm around my shoulders, and we head out of the office.

[haleigh-sloth]

Hello shigaraki expert! Been a while, how are you? My question for today is: what are the similarities between izuku and shigaraki? Both in personality, and experiences and how do they diverge? Happy Aquarius season!

aahh I'll never feel like I can really live up to that title a;kshfk;asjf

I've gone back and forth on this a lot--used to think they were SOOO similar, then I thought they were sooooo different, now I'm kind of just in the middle.

For their experiences, Tomura's villain journey is subverted, kind of fake-out version of Izuku's hero journey. Izuku inherited a legacy that was genuinely intended to be passed onto him, for him to carry forward and surpass the person who passed the legacy onto him. Tomura on the other hand got handed a legacy that was never intended for him to keep, to carry forward for himself. Nope. Their experiences start out the same in a perfectly foiled way, and then diverge into different pathways when Tomura's coming-of-age villain journey turns out to be a farce from the get go, since AFO never wanted him to mature and see inside himself and figure life out the right way. Very very unlike what All Might genuinely wants for Izu and the rest of the UA kids.

Similarities I'd draw between the two of them are their self-destructive tendencies, lack of self-preservation in general, and kind of a refusal to face their past selves. That last one is a similarity but also a difference. But they both go go go until they're almost dead on their feet. Both had no problem offering up their bodies for a greater power--though obviously Tomura's situation was under false pretenses while Izuku's was genuinely meant for him to take for himself.

As for their personalities I think it's hard to compare and contrast because pretty much all of Tomura's personality that we've seen in the timeline of the manga is trauma response. His endless anger? Result of trauma. His jaded and nihilistic outlook on pretty much everything? Trauma. The occasional catastrophic emotional outbursts? Trauma.

I think the similarities in personality are that Tomura accepts people as they come (the ones he allows to live--aka just the LOV lol) while Izuku looks for the best in people. So in a way, if you take the murder and the trauma out of Tomura, I think you could say they're both relatively easy going people when it comes to interacting with others (in both of their cases, depending on who it is). Tomura lets things slide when his teammates yell at him, threaten him, decide to just not cooperate with him. Izuku is able to shake off instances when people take their issues out on him, or rather he's able to move on from them smoothly (with these traits, I think they're literally the perfect hero and villain for each other lol). In other ways though they're both super tightly wound and can flip like a switch, but in different ways for different reasons. Tomura is easily triggered and it's catastrophic when he is, and Izuku is an over-thinker/over-analyzer, and if someone hits the right nerve (insulting the life of someone he cares about, threatening someone's happiness, those things we've seen him get pissed off about) he gets easily riled up for that. Fun stuff.

If we're looking at 5 year old Tenko, I think there are more similarities. Both were kids who wanted to befriend the friendless or stick up for the bullied. I think we'll find at the end with Tomura when we see more of his personality is that at their core, they're both sensitive and compassionate people. Tomura just....really isn't capable of showing anything like that right now, even though it's in there, deep down (which is the point of showing Tenko so much, a reminder that he is like that).

I'm really more wanting to see what Tomura is like when he isn't just in constant crisis mode. The personality he does have isn't very visible to us right now and I'm eager to see him differently before the end of the manga.

[yet-another-heathen]

Oh wow, it looks like a whole bunch of people just found Liliholm and Page!

I want to let you all know that your comments are making me ECSTATIC <3 And I might as well make my update now, so you know where the series is headed.

Much like the recent Jackal rewrites, I'm going to be going back through the existing chapters and making an editing pass that will better characterize Wes and Henry as they are now. I'm also excited to introduce a more expansive cast of villains, and cannot WAIT to unveil Luca & Garcia's character arcs (which may very well split off into their own series!). You'll get to meet The Other, see Yalom at work, and meet some of the background characters that make Wes' life as a vigilante possible.

Thank you so much to my established readers for keeping the love of this series alive during its hiatus. And @redwingedwhump, I know you already realize it, but it truly is thanks to our AUs that Henry has become who he is today. So much of their story has grown out of ideas we've shared back and forth, and I can't wait for you to see how those bloom in their home universe. And @whumpvp, my beloved, the same goes for the Super Sin Squad AU <3 Both Henry and Wes truly started coming to life the day that you sent Jian's character interaction ask. How many years has it been now? You really are one of the best things that's ever happened to me, and it's such a sweet reminder to look back to where it all started.

I love you all <33 Let's do this!

[tsuki-sennin]

Cure Sky is a hero. With our final battle mere moments away, what terrible scheme has Skearhead brought forth? How will our dear Cures fare? Will the Empress have her heart mended?

Spoilers, I guess...

-Skearhead, that sunnova bitch.

-Oh she mad

-Prism, I don't think a paint palette's gonna patch impalement.

-Jesus Christ man, you

-"Maybe if she weren't such a weakling, she wouldn't be dying horribly."

-"Die like your father, you pinheaded son of an ice cream maker."

-holy shit a royal assassin

-The Emperor...

-Is that a heart tattoo on his arm? That's super adorable.

-"I traumatized you, yes."

-This is beyond fucked up, man, what the hell

-Ohhhhh

-D

-Darkhead.

-Okay, he quite literally personifies the villainy that the Underg preached.

-That's uh... quite interesting, actually.

-Dude

-Duuuuude.

-Skearhead shut the fuck up, you did like 30% of that.

-V

-Vessel???

-"Come, daughter of Sky Land."

-Daaaaaaamn, okay Wing! Good initiative.

-Aaaaand the party's been split.

-Imma be real, these guys have been jobbing lately, Butterfly probably could beat them all on her own if she moved fast.

-"Princess's orders~!"

-That's a big boy.

-You can do that too, eh, Majesty?

-All on her own...

-The Big Princess...

-We left our baby.

-"Do you know why I made you my vessel?"

-Hero...

-I see, Darkhead goes for the Zamasu approach.

-"Cure Sky, she's perfect."

-Daaaaamn, okay Sora.

-For the Empress!

-"Darkhead, your villainy ends today!"

-"Power is nothing without someone to use it. ...which is why power can use instead."

-OH

-Like canaries in a coal mine.

-"This mist is nothing! I've inhaled grosser and more dangerous things on jogs!"

-"Exactly what I've been looking for."

-Sky

-Sky no-

-Oh

-That is not right, that is not correct, that is not cool Toei.

-Okay, no it is, this IS SO SICK

-Aesthetically Underg Energy Sky pops the fuck off.

-This is the only time we've seen this asshole happy. How fitting.

-Ohhhhh

-Oh nooooooo

"Dulling hop! Suffocating step! Dark Jump~! Eternally falling black sky! Cure Darkhead~!"

-Goin' for the Warlock Punch!

-Hot damn, Prism's not even flinching

-YOOOO SORAAAAAA

-"Are you shitting me?! I lost...? I lost control of Cure Sky's body because her GIRLFRIEND-!?"

-The Empress's heart has been made whole again.

-"You're just like us, Empress Underg :)"

-"I'm no hero. Not yet at least. But with Prism, Majesty... Wing and Butterfly too... all of Sky Land and the people of Earth... and I guess now even you, Empress... I truly feel like I'm-"

-INVINCIBLE SEASON 2 PART 2 BABYYYYYY WOOOOOO

-Friendship confirmed, I repeat, friendship confirmed!

-Dang, you guys had fun, huh?

-Daijarg!

-"Listen pal, you really should go to bed."

-It's Hero Time~! Once more~!

-What a season this has been.

-Every time I thought it was getting a little stale, or that perhaps I wasn't taking things super seriously, it just pops back up to surprise me again.

-Excelsior, Cure Sky. You'd have done the legends behind so many of the world's best superheroes proud.

-One last Hirogaru Change for the road! Soaring to Infinity! Our World!

-Then after that...

-Doggy

[sunskate]

CPom- This Week in Skating podcast episode pt 2

Your style this season-- building Christina and Anthony's style-

C: both our programs this year- they feel like us, authentic, easy to skate every day, they're fun, we connect to them a lot. we have to thank our coaches for that. cause they really helped guide us into finding who we are as people and skaters and going off our strengths they're creating our programs

the FD is more mature- how did you get to that point-

A: a lot of that comes from Christina- she's had a huge glow-up the past few years and with Madison being there and showing how to do it, how she would do it. It gives the confidence to Christina to try some of the things Madison provides and shows and I think that has come across in our skating. All the lifts are different and new- we had the time to work each element and make sure it's unique and fluid into the next transition. All of that is a factor in why the maturity has shown up

C: it's both of us. changing coaches lifted a big weight off our shoulders. it's allowed us to be more free and to just be able to dance connect with each other, have fun training. we're training better and having fun and feel authentic to what we're doing. If feels very much like what we're meant to be doing

Anthony did you know your parents skated to Summertime?

A: I knew that they skated to Summertime- they were so happy to see us skating to that. i didn't get to see the program until I visited them after the Grand Prix season. i'm very happy to skate to the same music- Summertime has so much deep history, so being part of that list and being on the same list as my parents it's an honor

So you're getting ready to go back to Japan- what's going through your mind

C: it's one of my favorite countries to go to- i'm super super excited to go next week

A: from what i hear the stadium is huge. this is probably the biggest event that we'll go to. it's an honor to go. the Japanese people love figure skating, it's going to be fantastic

Have your coaches told you what to expect or given you advice-

C: we're trying to approach it like any other competition- to stay prepared, stay in the moment and take it one step at a time. they just want us to go out there and have fun- we're not going there to win, we want to skate our best like what we've been doing in training

A: the best advice i've gotten - to use this competition as a way to progress into next season. to our eventual goal of competing at the Olympics

speaking of Olympics- Christina's citizenship--

C: I have my green card, so it's just waiting at this point. but it should be here before 2026

A: going back to resilience- Christina makes the huge sacrifice of driving every day to London Ontario from Michigan- it's about an hour drive and she goes back and forth every day. It's a huge commitment she does. Especially in weather situations, after hard training, it's a commitment and it doesn't go unnoticed

C: when i'm crossing at 6:30 am, if the border agent is rude, that's not a good way to start my day (laughs) but most of the time they're super nice. if anything the Canadian side asks more questions. The American side is like hey how was training today- when's your next competition?

how long are you training each day in Canada

C: on the ice 3-4 hours, then usually we have an hour of off ice. we don't have much break so it's a pretty short day- so like let's say we start training at 8 am -depending on our off ice, I'll be home 3:00, 4:00. it's totally ok.

[supernovasolace]

Today feels rich with possibilities but also...bittersweet.

I came out to my brothers a few days ago. It's been a while since our last visit, and I'm seeing them for the youngest's birthday today. I'm still nervous about COVID but we are testing/masking, and I'm bringing my Aranet so I can make a case for opening some windows at least. It's so hard to go anywhere without worrying it'll be the place my luck runs out. But I am trying to balance my caution and make space for other important things too.

Anyways, my brothers aren't normally big texters (we mostly just share memes back and forth lol) but they both heart reacted to my message about my name/pronouns, so I'm taking that as a positive sign. They seem like they'll both be cool, but they're probably also concerned about what's going to happen with our parents. Which is fair.

We grew up in an abusive and controlling home, and it wasn't safe to show weakness or admit our struggles, let alone talk about them openly or without judgment. So while I was already being vulnerable in coming out, I took the opportunity to explicitly state this. I told them I was going to therapy, and invited them to talk to me if there's ever anything hard that they need to talk to someone about. I told them that unlike our parents, my love for them is unconditional and that nothing could change how I see them. I know they're probably not going to take me up on the offer anytime soon, but I hope they remember the seeds I've been planting when they need a confidant. It was a big step, but I am proud of myself for opening up. In order for things to change, someone always has to take the first leap of faith. This time it was just my turn, and I didn't flinch.

Sometimes I feel like I'm behind in life compared to my younger siblings. They both have careers, are in good health, have better relationships with our parents, and survived our upbringing more unscathed due to being AMAB. As the eldest, I always tried to protect them and take the brunt of things when our parents were at their worst, and for the most part I succeeded. My brothers got to have much more of a childhood than I ever did and I'm thankful for that. But they've still been through shit no one should go through. When they were little, I did what I could to draw attention off them. And they've seen me hide bruises that would have been theirs. We've been through shit together that would leave scars on anyone.

And then I think about all our extended family, most of whom also grew up in abusive environments. Many are so transparently haunted by their past and spend their whole lives avoiding uncomfortable conversations. Trauma has had a history in our family for generations, and I've watched so many of them hide it away, letting it fester until it whittled them away into hollow shells. And when I think of my extended family, I think maybe the best thing I can give my brothers is an example of what it looks like to fight your demons and win.

It's taken me 28 years to get myself into therapy, and I'm so fucking proud of myself for finally making it happen. I've been wanting to go for years, but I was scared I wouldn't be able to find a provider who would have broad enough competency to help me sort through everything I've been through. But the therapist I found is perfect for me in every way. They've been through many of the same struggles that I've been through, and we even have the same birthday. I feel safe with them, and weekly sessions have given me some structure and stability that I've really needed lately. It's hard for me to ask for help, and it's hard for me to trust that resources will remain available for me to depend on because I've lost them so many times. But I have been pushing against those fears because I know this will be good for me, and I told myself this time felt different.

That is, until I got an email last night that my therapist is suspending their services due to my insurer no longer approving them as a provider. They're appealing the decision, but there's no telling how long the process will take or if it'll be successful. And they can't see me in the meantime unless I can afford to self-pay (which I can't). There's a good chance I'll be losing my access to therapy through this provider permanently. And at this point, they're irreplaceable to me, so I don't know what to do.

I'm trying desperately to remain hopeful about it, but this sudden turn of events has given me whiplash and I'm feeling heartbroken over the possibility of losing my therapist. It's not their fault, and there's nothing anyone can do but wait for the appeal process. This has been very triggering for my medical trauma as well, as quite often I lose access to important treatments or providers due to bullshit, pointlessly cruel insurance bureaucracy. I really felt like this time was going to be different. I thought I was going to be able to depend on my therapist for support as I prepare to come out to my non-affirming parents. And if I'm honest with myself, I really really need to keep seeing them. I'm cautiously optimistic about seeing my brothers tonight, but I was excited to share about how it goes with my therapist on Thursday. Now I'm feeling more nervous because I know no matter how tonight goes, I won't be getting a session this week to process.

I'm having a hard time not feeling like the rug is being pulled out from under me yet again. Part of me feels silly for expecting any better, part of me is despondent and scared, and another part of me is absolutely furious about being trapped in a hell country with systems and policies like this. Above all else, it just feels deeply unfair. I've already survived so much, and even just a few weeks of sessions has been life-changing. I don't think that access to therapy is too much to ask for. And I shouldn't be spending my Saturday night crying because I might lose my best shot at healing when I've only just gotten started.

So I guess I'm putting all these messy feelings on here, because they have to go somewhere. And the one person I want to talk to about it can't see me. I hope this ends up being a speed bump rather than a road block, but only time will tell. I'll keep fighting regardless, but for now, I'm fucking bummed. And taking some time to hold space for that feels right. I think my therapist would agree, and I hope I get to talk with them about life again someday soon.

[todayisawthewhxlewxrld]

RAYHSIIisushshjdiJWJWISIH MY SLEEP SCHEDULE IS SO MUCH BETTER NOW?!?! I'VE BEEN GOING TO BED AT AROUND 7 PM, AND WAKING UP A 6 AM?!?! LIKE EVEN ON THE WEEKENDS? BRO. BE PROUD OF ME PRAISE ME RN!!! BUT ANYWAYS, I'm feeling SO much better 😋 I think I might make that cheesecake thing I mentioned a few anon asks ago today, and probably clean up a bit. I admit I really let the place go for a sec, dishes have unfortunately piled up a bit 😔

ALSO HELLOOOOO??? MEGUMI AND Y/N?? BRO Y/N NEEDS TO STOP THINKING THAT MEGUMI IS ALWAYS AFTER HER!! 😭😭 POOKS LIKE I GET IT, BUT DAMN?? WTH HAPPENED FOR YOU TO HATE HIM SO MUCH, AND HAVE YOU BELIEVE THAT HE HATES YOU SO MUCH TO THE POINT WHERE HE WOULD WANT TO EMBARRASS YOU?? 💀 I'm SO invested. I woke up a few hours ago and saw that you had posted 2 yesterday, but I was like "its still late so I'm taking my happy ass back to bed, I'll read it when I wake up". It's the first thing I did when I arose from my slumber.

Also the boyfriend thing, he at least acts lovey sometimes, but yeah I get what you're saying 😔💔 I just really REALLY love him, and he'll express his love from time to time. I just don't know if he likes me or is just playing me, it'll be 4 months on the 11th, so I'm hoping that this is just one of those relationship phases and we'll work on it or something 😭 We've been okay for the most part tho, idk relationships are difficult sometimes, but I'm more than willing to go through more than difficult for him 😞 Bro has me folded like I've never been before? Help?

PLEASE THOUGH MY FRIEND AND TEACHERS DYNAMIC IS SO WEIRD?? SHE LITERALLY CALLS HIM A LITTLE GAY MAN 😭 HE LETS HER TOO? SHE EVEN INVITED ME INTO A GROUP OF PEOPLE WHO CALL HIM THAT? 💀 She sees him as an older brother, and I could see why, he lwk acts like this other dude I know 😔 I miss you W 💔 But anyways, it's just funny to see them go back and forth with eachother 💀

ANYWAYS. 💀💀 What's your favorite song? 🤔 Tbh I couldn't tell you mine, not that anything is wrong with it, I just FR can't decide what my favorite song is 😭 Having a hard time deciding my favorite color too 💀

ANYWAYS GONNA CLEAN (if I dont procrastinate) SO GOODBYE MY DEAREST AXEL

XOXO 👽

YAYAYYAYA SO PROUD OF U BAEEE!!! SO GLAD UR SLEEPPING SCHEDULE IS GOING GOOD! I HOPE CLEANING GOES WELL N UR CHEESE CAKE COMES OUT YUMMY 😎😎😎

NAH FR LIKE HAS YN EVER THOUGH MAYBE HE ISNT DETERMINED TO MAKE THEIR LIFE A LIVING HELL LIKE THEY THINK HE IS?? 😭😭

bae… idk… i’m still team break up with him even after reading that… cause i feel like it’s usually the opposite four months in where they were rlly sweet before and NOW they’re showing their true colors but also fuck do i know i’m not in ur relationship so take what i say with a grain of salt if u want… DO WHAT U THINK IS BEST ILY !

HELPPP NOT A LITTLE GAY MAN LFMOAOA THATS SO SILLY

ermmmm …. yeah i cant decide either… i love so many songs and i feel like i’m betraying them if i only pick one of them😭😭😭😭

[fall-out-boytoy]

Midtown (Rob Hitt) interview From supersonicmag.com November 13th, 2001 via email

Where did the name "Midtown" come from? We wanted a name that was pretty much ambiguous so you wouldn't be able to hear the band name and all of the sudden be able to classify who we are. Ya know, ska bands for example, say, Skaskank Redemption, right there, without a doubt you know what kind of band you're dealing with. We're nothing near ska, but still we wanted the music to speak more than the band name. Gabe was in NYC in 1998 and looked up and "voila", saw "Midtown" and then brought the name to us and we knew it was what we wanted.

How has the band changed, since it began in 1998? It's funny you ask that because just the other night we watched one of our first practices from my basement in December of 1998. We saw ourselves making the same dumb jokes and acting pretty much the same as we do today. As much as we would have hoped we'd be more mature when we got older we haven't seen it yet...

Musically I think we've mainly become better songwriters. Hopefully on the new album the songs will be a bit more cohesive and rock a bit more.

I think it's really great to see more than one person in the band singing lead vocals. Aside from that, what else makes Midtown a unique band? I don't think that it's just that they switch singing lead vocals, but the fact that everyone sings different parts of the songs going back and forth. In addition to just singing alone everyone contributes in three part harmonies so in essence the three lead vocals act like one at times. It helps a lot to have 3 different vocalist because it keeps the songs from being stale since everyone draws from different influences.

I read on your site that you guys are "four college kids." What was your major in college, and did you ever finish? Oh man, I had a totally nerdy major in college. It's called Management Science and Information Systems. Total nerd shit. It's basically setting up networks for businesses and building them databases they can use.... So yeah, is anyone board yet? It was actually kind of cool but we're not gonna go there... Did I ever finish? Ummmm.... no, I was actually about 14 credits short, I'll go back one day but who knows when that'll be.

"Save the World, Lose the Girl" is an awesome cd. How do you plan on topping that with your next album? We're almost done recording right now, I just hope that everyone likes the songs a lot more. I know we're all super stoked on it so it will be fun once it finally gets released. Our only guess right now would be early 2002.

Which do you prefer? Touring or recording? I like them both a lot. Touring is probably more fun but recording is an amazing experience to hear a song from it's first stages until it's finally finished. Kinda like having a baby... Well, I've never had one, but ya know, I'm sure it would be similar.

How do you think you have changed since joining Midtown? Didn't you kinda ask that question already?

Do people treat you differently now? Nah, not really. They no were still poor mofos so they're smart enough not to ask want anything from us.

Do you have a favorite band to tour with? See below but yeah, there's another band too. There is this band from Germany called The Donots, they're so amazing. There website is http://www.donots.de/ They're on this label in Germany that hasn't licensed their album anywhere out of their country so nobody has had a chance to hear of them. They're sooooooo good!

I see that a few of you love The Movielife. ME TOO! Are they close friends of yours? Totally, if I grew up with those guys they would have been like my best friends growing up. If anyone ever meets them they'll know what I'm talking about.

What is the most frustrating thing about the music industry? Being poor and being taken advantage of. There are some absolutely amazing people in the industry that would blow you away but on the opposite side there are the people that pretend to be nice to you just to get something from you. It's pretty much life, ya know, there are always good and bad people.

What can we look for from Midtown in the upcoming year? THE NEW ALBUM. Seriously, we're really excited for it to come out. Please go to our website and sign up on our mailing list. http://www.midtownrock.com/ We'll keep everyone up to date with what's going on with the album and when it will be released.

Alright...time to get some dirt on your band members... Who is the messiest? The messiest... we're fairly clean but our van is a mess, it's so dirty on the inside, there's always old magazines and garbage everywhere.

Who gets picked on the most? Yours Truly. So you better be nice to me when you see me at shows!

By who? Everyone has their fair share.

Which memeber is the most neurotic? Damn, we're all neurotic in our own different way. We're very interesting people.

Does Heath get sick of hearing that he looks like Dave Grohl? Heath looks like Dave Grohl?

Which member gets stuck doing most of the dirty work? What do you consider dirty work? I know a cat took a shit in Heath's shoe once and he had to clean it out of there so yeah, in that case Heath.

Gabe does a lot of the paper work stuff , I do a lot of online stuff, and Tyler looks works really hard on his hair, we all pitch in a bit.

What's the funniest prank that you've played on someone in the band? A friend of mine filled in for me on drums for a tour and let's just say a bowl of his cereal and a hot dog were involved.

Which member do you think the girls go crazy for? Me of course, come on, like they'd go for anyone else in the band, jeez, like you even had to even ask.

How do you decide who drives? We switch off in shifts. We usually each drive as long as we can and then the next person in the shift drives. Sometimes Heath likes to drive so of course we're not gonna say "NO."

Do you guys get along well? Absolutely, I think a lot of the reason we don't have a lot of problems is because before we started touring we all lived in a house in New Brunswick when we were still in college. That helps you learn a lot of the things a person does and how to deal with them.

Were you friends before the band began? Totally, that was one of the main reasons we formed the band. When we were in our old bands we always played local shows together so we knew each other pretty well.

Finally, can you describe each band member in one word...including yourself. (TWO WORDS) Heath: Louie Anderson Tyler: Keith Hernandez or Bush Gabe: Fernando Valenzuela ME: Brad Pitt, DUH!

Thank you so much for the interview. Is there anything else that you'd like to add? Yeah! Check out our website http://www.midtownrock.com/ and please if you have time check out http://www.veganoutreach.org