#and yes we all know he's not irish; it's fine; we're all fine

[maraschinocheri]

It was 20 years ago today :: Billy Boyd joins the Young Dubliners onstage at the House of Blues on 17 March 2004, St. Patrick's Day, in West Hollywood. In appropriately hooting festive attendance and shades of green were Dominic Monaghan and Sala Baker, plus friend Lauren Ambrose.

[soupedepates]

TW domestic violence, alcoholism, abuse

It's yet another afternoon at our flat. We the five kids are home, Efrem's just got back from his weekly 4-hour detention. I almost got it by error, we're Irish twins and well, the Lupsowiec, myself included, aren't the most well-behaved kids. And we kinda look alike. Except he is a head taller than me.

Mum doesn't even greet him, she just goes back to the kitchen with Aleksy sucking on her chest.

Well, legit. 'cause Lech has brought dad back home two hours ago and the combo Lech-drunk dad-Efrem is deadly.

"What the fuck were you thinking? You wanna grow into a delinquent?"

Annnnd here we go. Daniel pauses his game to listen what is going on. Efrem throws his backpack on the floor, and gives dad the finger. Lech isn't here to see it, for now. He is finishing his homework. Dad squishes the can in his hand, and suddenly raises from the armchair. Dad staggers toward Efrem. Daniel looks at me, waiting for me to say a thing. Ohhh no, Dan, I won't interfere.

"This is how you treat your father, you little cunt?"

"And you call yourself a father?"

And it begins. It's like, routine by now. Dad grabs Efrem by the collar and pins him against the wall. Dad is tall. Strong. Stout. But Efrem too is tall and strong. He used to be wary of that, because when we were ten it was scary as hell. Now, he doesn't even flinch.

"What, you're gonna choke me like you do when mum gets outside of the kitchen?" he mocks.

He gets slapped. Just hard enough for it to bruise.

"Stop playing the smartass! You're the worst in this household of fucking idiots! At least your brothers all have the intelligence of laying low! Fuck", he shouts before freeing my brother from his hand. "You think you're setting a good example?"

"Dad, stop, Efrem has already..."

"Shut up, the little shit!", he growls at me.

I shouldn't have spoken.

'cause now Efrem is loading his punch. Right in the nose it goes.

"YOU BETTER NOT TALK LIKE THAT TO JON!"

Oh fuck. Now Lech is moving. Welp. I jump from my chair and step in between the two of them before my oldest brother intervenes.

"Stop fighting!" I yell. "The neighbours will call the cops again and CPS will separate us, Efrem! Stop!"

This usually is enough for my brother to instantly go livid. So I can make sure dad is sat again when Lech barges in and pulls Efrem in our room by the hair.

"I'm so sorry dad for Efrem", I say before bringing him the vodka bottle. "He is kinda tired. You know?"

"Can't wait for him to turn eighteen. Or anything, really. Just to get him out of here. Your mother agrees with me", he answers between two long sips. "Just a good-for-nothing. A bad seed."

"Yes, yes, yes, we know..." I don't like that, but better indulge in his ranting. Daniel resumes his game. We just hear shouting and cries from the other room. "Let Lech handle it, okay?"

Dad doesn't answer.

"I can turn on the TV if you want."

"Yes, Jonatan, do it."

He starts to slur on his words. Yeah. Better. I stay by his side until he falls asleep. When the door of our room opens, after Lech shouted insanities in Polish, Efrem goes out. He just leaves our flat, without saying anything. I go after him, immediately.

"Why you following me?"

"Makin' sure you don't get in any more trouble."

"You too believe I am a delinquent and a bad person, huh", he says in a destroyed voice. "They're right, I guess, y'all are right, I..."

"Efrem, I... you know I don't! Aw, come on... You, of all of us, you who are so tough and all, you won't let this get to you, right? You're great, you're like, the only reason dad doesn't strike me or Dan."

"I'm... No, you know what, I don't care."

He cares. He really does care. But that's fine. We'll grab sodas and just chill at the city park. It'll be good. Perhaps he will forget everything about tonight.

[mochalottie]

My thoughts on the RWRB movie trailer because I get feral about this book and am incredibly picky about details

i've been doubting the chemistry between Alex and Henry and the trailer has given me a tiny bit of hope for what we might get. their smiles, their little looks, the sex scenes (because it will be rated r so no fade to black scenes babes). they work, but it's not quite how I imagined it.

Uma's accent is actually pretty cool. being irish/british i read everything in my head without an accent, so hearing Ellen's 'voice' so to speak is really cool! but if she doesn't give Alex her patented powerpoint presentations i'm going to be upset.

the little look Alex does whilst waiting in line? it's so adorable/such a little shit mood it made me awe a little bit. but the 'how's it going?' with Henry just walking off? that put me off a little. just a tiny bit.

the music works i guess? i mean generic classical music is always going to either be Vivaldi or Handle and it's only the trailer, but i hope they actually get good music.

cakegate is going to be so fucking funny. i can already tell. they got that bit right.

i'm a sucker for small details. but the way that Henry actually turns up for the 'best friend meeting' in the book is so specific. the prince riding up on a horse fresh from a ride through the fields. it's like colin firth in pride and prejudice that's literally how i picture it every time i read it. to replace it with him in a suit driving an admittedly very nice car? with Alex wearing fucking jeans and not his iconic chinos? seriously? also is that shaan??? they haven't gotten rid of him thank god.

the 'my nda's bigger than yours' again is fine?? as a quip?? but the thing about Alex wearing lifts is a good poke at the height differences.

'the sun shine's out his ass and you have a vitamin d defficiancy' YES ZAHRA!!!! the first good quip that had me grinning.

THE CORNETTO SCENE!!! in the wrong clothing again because they're meant to be in cosy relaxing clothes but STILL!!!

HOSPITAL SCENE!!!!! HOSPITAL SCENE THIS IS NOT A DRILL

Henry looks like he's in physical pain at the party, and also Alex's suit no ew where's June when you need her. oh yeah. not here. that's why the costumes are all off XDD

the first kiss scene is perfect. word for word i can't wait to squeal and cry and shriek the roof down.

yes we're getting the karaoke scene. but it won't be with their iconic kimonos. brb gonna go sob for the loss of hoe dameron and prince buttercup.

POLO!!!

yes to Zahra and the closet scene. no to 'Brexit your head from your body' that's just...giving me the heebie jeebies for some reason. yes to 'your royal highness' XD

feel forever about him ughhhhhhhh lemme just sob for a sec

DAVID!!!! <33333 and Prince Henry belongs to England TTTT__TTTT

also I know they probably changed the queen to a king because it would have been in poor taste but now that charles is king that shot is giving off vibes of recent times that are just not good. they should've kept it as a queen and made her look completely different.

We're getting the rain scene!!!!!!! and the lake!!!!!!!!!!!

the ass grabbing? yes it's a very Alex move but mate there's people right behind you

okay but truthfully? seriously? i love this fucking book. i know to most readers it's a silly little romcom with some politics on the side. and that's what we should expect from the film. but to me? this is my favourite fucking book of all time. it was the one that if I became a film director or producer i would have adored to produce. both henry and alex are my comfort gays, but in ways that not many people realise or connect with.

alex realises he's bi in the book. i realised i was bi a few days before reading the book. everything he goes through i related to hard. and having that, that connection to someone who isn't real but very much could be was a godsend through a period of a lot of confusion.

henry lost his dad to pancreatic cancer a few years before the book. i lost my dad to a brain tumour when i was eleven. it will be ten years this year, and the movie comes out a week before his anniversary. that passage where Bea so beatifully describes his grief, the one that begins with 'it happens when you're young' made me sob so much because that's exactly what it feels like. i relate to these characters, i love their little quirks and details. and it's a bit disappointing the changes that have happened as it's adapted to film.

and i know it can't be directly faithful, that there are some things you can't fit in because you have a certain runtime. i know also that the executive producers and companies have a say in how it goes. but there were better ways to change it, better ways to do it rather than handing it over to a streaming service.

this book is so important to me, so i hope at least that when the film does come out on the 11th of August that i will at least kind of enjoy it. i know it won't be what i wished it would be, but at least it's being made.

and who knows, maybe no one will touch boyfriend material and i could make that instead XD

[frances-baby-houseman]

I have so so so so much work to do today, but I have also watched Normal People all the way through 3 times in the last 10 days, so--

Just like, don't you think if you were at a pool party and your boyfriend was sitting next to you and he started crying you would NOTICE?

Also if you were a boyfriend and you didn't have a place to stay in the summer you would like bring it up one single time and also not be like, well I have to go home for the summer so I guess we're breaking up and everyone just agrees with a 4 line exchange, and also they lived within driving distance from Dublin so like couldn't they just VISIT? The next summer, or maybe the summer after that I think -- the timeline is VERY unclear-- HE stays in Dublin and she goes home and he spends the entire summer driving back and forth to hang with her and they're not even fucking!

Like I know these are two cold irish people who cannot talk about their feelings but I just cannot get past the four line exchange in which he says he doesn't have a job and she says so you're going home for the summer and he says yes I guess you'll want to see other people and she says I guess so, and NEITHER OF THEM WANTS TO BREAK UP. As a person obsessed with logistics I feel like he could be like, I don't have a job so I am going home but we can make it work, and she could have just said, I guess so. Like that would have been fine! And then she wouldn't have had to date HORRIBLE jamie or the abusive swede!

Also like, did they ever goof off? Did they ever just hang out and chit chat and like, watch SNL? like I cannot fathom those two just being together without intense emotional trauma.

This show was infuriating but he's just so beautiful I can't stop watching and also the few episodes where they are "happy" (they are never happy) are so good.

Anyway my deep thoughts about a show everyone else was obsessed with in April 2020 but I was too busy trying to keep my kids entertained by Disney specials featuring Derek Hough dancing in his living room!

[aurora-by-jacqui-natla]

EPILOGUE: EXILE

AS WE ARRIVED BACK TO THE CULLENS' HOUSE, the sun's rays danced through the trees, casting a warm glow on everything in sight. The air was thick with the scent of victory, but also tinged with a hint of sadness as we bid farewell to our fellow vampires.

Vladimir and Stefan had slipped away into the night, their disappointment palpable but their satisfaction at the Volturi's cowardice almost enough to make up for it. Benjamin and Tia were hot on the heels of Amun and Kebi, eager to share the news of our triumph.

I couldn't help but feel a twinge of longing as I watched the other left, hoping that one day our paths would cross again. The nomads wasted no time in making their exit, leaving only Peter and Charlotte to exchange a few words with Jasper before disappearing into the night.

The Amazons, reunited and rejuvenated, were eager to return to their beloved rainforest, though their reluctance to leave was evident. As we stood there, basking in the glow of our victory, I couldn't help but feel a sense of camaraderie with these creatures of the night, bound together by our shared experiences and unbreakable bonds.

"You must bring the child to see me," Zafrina insisted. "Promise me, young one."

Renesme had pressed her hand to Bella's neck, pleading as well.

"Of course, Zafrina," Bella agreed.

Zafrina then turned her head to me. "And I'll see you one day."

"I sure will," I replied with a smile.

"We shall be great friends, my Nessie," the wild woman had declared before leaving with her sisters.

The Irish coven continued the exodus.

"Well done, Siobhan," Carlisle complimented her as they said goodbye.

"Ah, the power of wishful thinking," she answered sarcastically, rolling her eyes. And then she was serious. "Of course, Vladimir and Stefan are right. This isn't over. The Volturi won't forgive what happened here."

"They're not used to this kind of humiliation," Gabriel told her.

"I can see that," Siobhan laughed.

Edward then answered. "They've been seriously shaken; their confidence is shattered. But, yes, I'm sure they'll recover from the blow someday. And then . . ." His eyes tightened. "I imagine they'll try to pick us off separately."

"Alice will warn us when they intend to strike," Siobhan said in a sure voice. "And we'll gather again. Perhaps the time will come when our world is ready to be free of the Volturi altogether."

"That time may come," Carlisle replied. "If it does, we'll stand together."

"Yes, my friend, we will," Siobhan agreed. "And how can we fail, when I will it otherwise?" She let out a great peal of laughter.

"Exactly," Carlisle said. He and Siobhan embraced, and then he shook Liam's hand. Then, he placed his hand on Gabriel's shoulder, looking at him. "Try to find Alistair and tell him what happened. I'd hate to think of him hiding under a rock for the next decade."

Siobhan and Gabriel laughed again. Maggie hugged Renesmee, Bella and me, and then the Irish coven was gone.

As the Denalis bid their farewells, Garrett stood with them, his new companions for eternity. The air was thick with jubilation, but Tanya and Kate couldn't bear it. They needed time to mourn their sister's passing.

Ingram had inquired of Gabriel about becoming an official member of his coven, to which Gabriel joyfully agreed. This was mainly due to the fact that Ingram and I were now officially bonded as mates, destined to be together for life.

I caught sight of Edward and Jacob by a babbling brook, observing the goodbyes with solemn expressions. I approached them.

"Hey," I greeted them. "You guys doing okay?"

"We're fine," Edward replied, his gaze fixated on Ness.

"You have a great family," Jacob remarked, and we all turned to admire her. "She's gonna be around for a long time, huh?"

"A very long time," Edward confirmed, his voice tinged with relief. "I'm grateful she has you."

Jacob beamed, and I let out a sigh.

"Hey, Jake," I interjected, locking eyes with him. "Just so you know, I wasn't actually planning on killing you when I found out about your imprinting."

"For the record," he retorted, a grin spreading across his face, "I thought your reaction was a lot more aggressive than Bella's. But definitely more than Edward's."

We all chuckled, the tension dissipating into the serene surroundings.

"Should I start calling you 'Dad' from now on?" Jacob quipped, a playful glint in his eye.

Edward's response was swift and firm. "No."

I interjected, trying to lighten the mood. "Let's not try to impress the in-laws just yet, shall we?"

Jacob and I shared a laugh, and footsteps approached me. Ingram came to my side, his arm circling my waist. "Hello, flower."

"Hello, Shadow Man," I greeted warmly, leaning into his side.

And then, our attention was soon diverted by Renesmee running into Edward's waiting arms. Bella joined us, her smile radiant as she took Renesmee's hand and placed it on her cheek.

"We're finally all together," Bella beamed.

"Don't be strangers," I offered, hoping to extend an invitation.

Bella returned the sentiment with a grin, and we were about to part ways when Seth's arrival caught our attention. His expression was tense, and I could sense something was amiss.

"Jake, you need to come to La Push," Seth said, his gaze flickering to me. "Your family is there too."

Bella's confusion was palpable. "But I thought vampires weren't allowed in La Push."

"Sam's allowed it for the first time in wolf history," Seth confirmed.

Jacob's embrace with Renesemee was a bittersweet farewell, as Edward, Bella, and Renesemee bid us adieu and made their way back to their abode. Jacob, Ingram and I stood there, transfixed, our eyes locked onto Seth.

"What's going on?" Ingram asked.

"When is it?" Jacob inquired, his voice laced with anticipation.

Seth's gaze was perplexed, his chocolate orbs darting back and forth between us. "I thought you were in the loop, man. It's happening right now."

"What?!" Jacob and I exclaimed in unison, our voices echoing through the crisp night air.

"This sounds serious," Ingram whispered,

Jacob's frustration was palpable, his body tensing up as he let out a low growl. "Why didn't Sam give me a heads up?”

"I don't know, bro. I thought you were in on it," Seth replied, his tone apologetic.

My curiosity piqued, I interjected, "What's going on, Seth?"

Seth divulged, "Sam has been preparing a meeting about Leah and Ethan." Jacob let out a heavy sigh and massaged his temples as he resumed. "He's been aware of her imprinting on him for a while and wants to convene with all the wolves, except Leah, to discuss the current situation."

My mind raced as Seth confirmed, "They're all gathered at La Push, including your coven, Violet."

Jacob wasted no time, "We need to make our way there," and with that, he and Seth transformed into their wolf forms and started making their ways.

I gritted my teeth. "We just have a meeting with the Volturi. Why go through this all over again with the wolves?"

Ingram's hand gently squeezed my shoulder, his voice reassuring. "We'll figure this out together, Violet.”

And with that, we trailed behind, hoping for a peaceful resolution to this meeting.

As a vampire, it took me a mere forty-five minutes to locate the quaint town of La Push. The clouds had mercifully veiled the sun, allowing me to survey the area with crystal-clear vision. My eyes scanned the oceanfront resorts, the seafood company, the fish hatchery, and the new marina. Memories of my human life flooded my mind, of hanging out with Bella and the school crew, and of Jacob and his friends joining us on the beach. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore echoed in my ears, and I longed for those carefree days.

But there was no time for nostalgia.

"This place looks pretty," Ingram said in an admiring voice.

"It sure is," I replied grimly.

My attention was drawn to Jacob and Seth, who had transformed back into their human forms and disappeared into the woods. I followed their trail, my senses heightened. As I walked, I caught sight of Ethan sprinting towards me, his arms outstretched. He enveloped me in a tight embrace, his voice trembling with concern.

"Violet!" he exclaimed, holding me close.

I patted his head gently, and he released me.

"I thought something terrible had happened to you," he explained, his tone fraught with panic.

"A bit of an overreaction, don't you think?" Ingram spoke.

I raised an eyebrow at him. "Me? Being a maxima? And Ingram's shadow powers? You and Leah should be the ones worrying," I retorted, a hint of amusement in my voice.

Ethan's lips formed a tight line as we set off on our walk. I couldn't help but wonder what was going through his mind.

"I'm guessing you know what's happening ," I probed, hoping to break the silence.

Ethan let out a heavy sigh, his eyes fixed on the ground. "Yes," he finally replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

I knew what he was referring to — the news of his involvement with Leah had spread like wildfire through the family and the wolves. As I looked over to my family and Leah, I couldn't help but feel grateful for their understanding. They greeted me with warm hugs and smiles, but Leah stood alone. Until Ethan stood beside her.

Joseph was the first to greet us, "And I thought we were going to get a search team."

"I'm sure there's no need, brother," said Ingram.

"Don't worry," I reassured him, "I still remember this place."

Rhona's voice was filled with nostalgia as she added, "And it felt strange for me coming back here as a whole. It's funny how everything changed."

"I suppose that's something I'll have to get used to," I replied.

My gaze shifted towards Simon and Alana, who were holding hands.

"How are you both feeling?" I inquired.

"Fine," Simon responded.

"Happy, actually," Alana replied with a smile.

I was taken aback by her response, "Really?"

Alana nodded, "Finally Ethan got himself a girlfriend."

"Mum..." Ethan muttered, his cheeks turning red.

"You all are not helping," Leah groaned, rubbing her arms.

"I'm sorry, Leah," Ethan apologised, "I just... I just don't know what's gonna happen."

"It's okay," she sighed, "I don't either."

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps interrupted our conversation. My golden eyes caught sight of Seth, his face etched with seriousness.

"They're ready for you now," he announced, looking at his sister and us. And then, Seth's gaze focused on Ingram. "And also, a bit of a head up, don't expect the wolves to be pleasant to you. You know, since you have red eyes even though you're now this Gabriel's coven now."

Ingram's expression hardened slightly at Seth's warning, but he nodded in acknowledgment.

Seth pivoted on his heel and strode ahead, leading us in his wake. We trailed behind him, our eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of danger. After a few minutes, we caught sight of Sam's pack, all of them in their wolf forms, and three figures standing before them. Billy Black sat in his wheelchair, flanked by Sue Clearwater and Quil Ateara III, who leaned on his wooden cane.

As we approached, I spotted Ayla, my sister, standing beside Seth, her smile lighting up her face. I grinned back at her, relieved to see a familiar face in this tense situation. She clung to Seth's muscular arm, her presence a comforting presence amidst the chaos. It was clear she was in for support not just for Leah but for Ethan, me and my family.

I noticed Jacob standing beside Seth as well, his human form a stark contrast to the wolves surrounding him. My mind raced with questions, wondering what was happening and why Sam wasn't leading the pack.

Leah's voice broke through my thoughts, her whisper barely audible. "I thought Sam was doing this."

As if on cue, Sam emerged from the woods; his black wolf form was a menacing presence. Leah let out a sigh, her unease palpable.

"Step forward," Billy commanded, his voice firm. Leah obeyed, taking three steps towards the trio. The wolves growled in response, their eyes fixed on her.

We watched in silence, our concern growing with each passing moment. Something was amiss, and I couldn't shake the feeling that things were about to take a dangerous turn.

"Leah Clearwater," Billy's voice boomed through the clearing. "We all know of your unique bond with the vampire." His eyes flickered towards Ethan, then back to Leah. "But is this imprinting truly genuine?"

My eyes, the colour of molten gold, widened in confusion. What did he mean by "genuine"?

Leah's voice was steady, unwavering. "Of course it is, Billy. I felt the same pull that you all did when you imprinted. My imprintee is my everything."

A low growl rumbled from the dark silver wolf, who I now recognized as Paul.

Old Quil's voice was soft, almost hesitant. "But Leah, this goes against everything we've fought for. You know the story of the Third Wife. Can you remind us of that?"

Leah's response was quick, almost automatic. "She gave her life to save her husband from the Cold Woman."

"Then why," Old Quil's voice was barely above a whisper, "did you imprint on a cold man?"

The clearing erupted in snarls and barks, a cacophony of sound that echoed through the trees.

"Silence!" Billy's voice boomed through the clearing, causing the snarls and barks to dissipate into nothingness. All eyes turned to Leah, waiting for her to speak.

"I didn't plan for it to happen," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "But once I felt the pull, I couldn't resist. I wanted to imprint, or be imprinted on."

Jared, the massive brown wolf, let out a huff of disbelief, while Paul snickered at her admission. But it was Sam that ultimately silenced them with a growl.

"What did he say?" Ethan whispered to Joseph, his eyes never leaving Leah's face.

"He asked who would want to imprint on her," Joseph replied, his voice barely audible.

I gasped softly, watching as Ethan's expression turned to one of fury.

"Would your loyalty to the tribe change?" Old Quil asked, his voice filled with suspicion. "Knowing that you have put our protection in the hands of the enemy? Especially now when you have given them an easy access to our territory?"

"What? They're not... they don't any interest in... My loyalty hasn't changed," Leah shouted, her voice ringing out through the clearing. "They're like the Cullens, with whom we have a treaty, which still is intact. They don't hurt people, they only drink animal blood. I'm still protecting them."

"The question is, Clearwater, who are you really protecting? The humans, or the Cold Ones?"

"As I stand here, my duty remains the same - to protect the humans. But my allegiance has extended to my imprintee and his family." Leah's eyes darted towards Jacob, a smirk playing on her lips as she spoke. "It's amusing how you don't question Jacob's loyalty, despite his imprintee being half-vampire."

Jacob's growl was a warning, but it was too late. The topic had been broached, and Sue spoke up, her voice calm and measured. "We have discussed this, and we have accepted the child as non-threatening."

I couldn't help but roll my eyes. Just when we thought the confrontation was over, they had to bring up Renesmee. Couldn't they leave her alone for once? Except for Jacob of course, he couldn't leave her alone. He didn't have a choice in the matter.

But Billy's words caught my attention. "This is history in the making, Clearwater. The first female shapeshifter imprinting on a male vampire. These are dangerous waters we tread, not just for you, but for all of us in the twenty-first century."

Joseph's frustration was palpable, his eyes darting between us. "You've already made your decision, haven't you? This isn't a meeting, it's a trial!"

Another trial? I couldn't believe it. We had just barely escaped from the Volturi trial and now we were in another one like a TV courtroom. The tension in the clearing was almost tangible, a palpable force hanging in the air.

Leah's surprise was evident as she spoke up. "Trial? What decision? What's already been decided?"

Silence hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. The weight of the unknown was almost unbearable, and I couldn't help but wonder what the future held for us all.

Billy let out a heavy sigh, his eyes scanning the room as he spoke. "We have come to a decision, though it is not without dissent among us."

The air was thick with tension as Old Quil's voice boomed through the meeting. "It is the council's unanimous opinion that Leah Clearwater has committed an act of treason against the pack," he declared, his words ringing out like a death knell. "As such, she will be banished from the Quileute Tribe."

The wolves erupted in a cacophony of snarls and barks, their fury palpable. Ayla gasped in shock, while Sue silently slipped away, tears streaming down her face.

Seth's voice rose above the din, his face contorted with anguish. "What?! No!" he cried out, his tears flowing freely. "You can't do this!"

But Old Quil was undeterred, his voice steady and unwavering. "Your Quileute Tattoo will be stripped from you," he continued, his words cutting through the chaos. "And you shall forfeit all rank within the Black Pack."

The forest fell silent, the weight of Old Quil's words hanging heavy in the air. The council had spoken, and there was no going back.

Paul strolled over to Leah, his paw raised in a nonchalant manner. His claws glinted in the sunlight, sharp and deadly. Suddenly, with a swift whoosh, the sound of flesh tearing filled the air. Leah let out a blood-curdling scream as two more whooshes followed, the stench of wet dog's blood filling my nostrils. I quickly covered my nose and mouth with my hand, trying to block out the putrid smell. Leah clutched her right arm, tears streaming down her face as she fell to her knees.

Leah crumpled to the ground, clutching her injured arm with a look of pure anguish etched on her face. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she struggled to contain her sobs.

"Leah!" Ethan's voice rang out, filled with fear and concern as he rushed to her side, dropping to his knees beside her.

"Ethan!" Alana cried out, her motherly instincts kicking in as Simon held her back.

Paul and the other wolves glared at the knelt duo, their dark and light eyes filled with intense hatred. I could sense their desire to kill Ethan right then and there. And then, my fists glowed and I was ready to attack. But then, I felt a hand holding me back and I knew that it was Ingram.

"If you attack, it's not going to end well," Ingram whispered urgently, his grip firm yet imploding.

I took a deep breath, letting his words sink in, though my anger and helplessness still churned me. And then, I saw that wolves hadn't made a single attempt at attacking Ethan or us or even Leah even more.

"You can't harm him, remember?" Jacob spoke up, his voice firm. "It's our law. Whoever a wolf imprints on is untouchable."

The wolves glared bitterly at them before turning and disappearing into the woods.

Old Quil's words echoed through the forest like a haunting melody. "You will be branded as a lone wolf." The weight of his words was heavy, and I felt it in every fibre of my being. "Your power would remain, but you will no longer be welcome in the pack or tribe meetings. The Quileute pack and tribe had barred you from their midst."

My body sank as I watched the scene unfold before me. Leah, a wolf, had imprinted on a vampire - a Cold Man. The news had spread like wildfire, and the tribe had disowned her. I could see the pain etched on her face, and I felt the wave of sadness in me.

Helena rushed to Leah's side, checking her arm. "We need Carlisle," she said, her voice laced with urgency.

Ethan swept Leah up into his arms, cradling her like a precious bride, and took off running through the dense forest. But I was more focused on Billy and Old Quil. Freeing my grip from Ingram, I stormed towards them.

"Now, wait just a—," and before I could even finish my sentence, Old Quil stood up effortlessly and his cane aimed at me like he was holding a shotgun.

"Back away, cold one," Old Quil said, his tone serious.

I didn't know how to feel about this. "You know me. You all know me."

"Quil, I'll deal with this," Billy's voice was calm but commanding, and Old Quil reluctantly lowered his cane. I could see the tension in Billy's eyes, a mix of disappointment and frustration.

"You need to understand," Billy began, his voice steady. "This isn't just about us. It's about the laws that have kept our people safe for generations."

I could feel my anger rising again, but I forced myself to stay calm. "Laws change," I said through gritted teeth. "This isn't the way things should be."

Billy sighed heavily, his shoulders slumping. "Change doesn't come easy, and it never comes without a cost. Leah and Ethan's relationship has cost us dearly. It's torn the pack apart."

I glanced at Ingram, who still stood beside me, his expression unreadable. "What about Leah?" I asked, my voice softer now. "She didn't ask for this. She didn't choose to imprint on Ethan."

Billy's eyes softened for a moment, a flicker of empathy breaking through. "You're right," he admitted. "But the laws are clear. Imprinting on a vampire... it's something we've never faced before. It's a challenge to everything we believe."

I scoffed. "So exile is the only solution?"

Billy looked at me with a mixture of resignation and sorrow. "Exile isn't a solution, it's a necessity. It's to protect the integrity of the pack, the tribe, and the future generations. If we bend the laws for Leah, where do we draw the line?"

I opened my mouth to argue, but the look in his eyes told me it was futile. I felt a wave of frustration wash over me, the unfairness of it all weighing down on my shoulders. "And what about Leah's happiness? Doesn't that matter?"

"Of course, it matters," Billy replied softly. "But sometimes, individual happiness must be sacrificed for the greater good. Leah knew the risks."

"What risks? Over something she has no control over?!" I shouted at him. Then, my voice then became desperate as I stepped closer to him, changing the subject entirely. "Billy, you know me. You saw me grow up. You saw me at my lowest. You helped me when I needed it most. You know who I am. I'm Violet."

Billy stared at me and took a long breath in. His dark eyes lowered to the ground and his head shook. "I know Violet the human—," he rose his head to face me again. "But I don't know Violet the vampire."

I shook my head. "I'm the same person."

His head shook again. "Not anymore," was all he said to me and told Jacob to pushed him inside.

Billy's final words stung more than I expected, but there was no time to dwell on it. The urgency of the situation pulled me back to the present.I turned my head, catching sight of Seth and Ayla's mournful expressions as they slowly made their way towards me.

"I had no idea this would happen," Ayla whispered, her voice heavy with sorrow.

"We didn't know that was..." Seth chimed in, his tone eerily calm.

"I know," I sighed heavily. "I heard you."

We stood there in stunned silence, grappling with the gravity of what we had just witnessed.

"Violet!" Gabriel's voice pierced through the stillness, calling out for me.

"I better get going," I replied with a sudden melancholy tone.

"We understand," Seth replied in a same tone as mine and, after a quick goodbye, they walked away into the forest.

Ingram took a slow approach to me. "Violet? Flower?"

I turned to face him, and the concern etched on his face broke through my resolve. "What is it, Ingram?"

"We need to get to the Cullens," he said gently, his eyes searching mine. "Gabriel's wondering where we are."

Nodding, I tried to push the emotions aside and focus on the immediate threat. "You're right. Let's go."

Ingram and I moved swiftly through the dense forest, the sound of our footsteps muffled by the thick underbrush with the tonight's events still fresh and ached in my mind.

[elfmoon3]

A Shadowy Mist Chapter 48 (Transformers Animated story)

Pairings: Prowl x Oc, Bumblebee x Oc, Optimus Prime x Black Arachnia, Oc x Oc

Summary: Meagan's team gets a new member who has a history with the goth girl agent in the past.

Location: The Mansion of Unknown

Director Mavis waited for Meagan at the mansion with the other agents who had their stuff already moved in. They see Shadow Mist and Meagan come up to the driveway as Meagan got off her partner. "Sorry we're late, Mr. Richards wanted to say his goodbyes." She said as she removed her helmet. "That's quite alright, Agent Walker. Your stuff is already in the house. But there was one person in here who kept the place clean for all of you." She said as she opened the door to see a young man with long brown hair and a beard sitting on the couch. "Anthony?" Meagan asked in surprise. "Sup, Meagan, been awhile." Anthony said in an Irish accent. He was dressed as a skater as he got up and skateboarded to the team. "You know him?" Mary asked. "He's my ex-boyfriend and fellow agent." She said as she placed her hand on her face. "They weren't technically dating, though. They just mostly hang out." Patrick said as he and Anthony gave each other a secret handshake that only they knew how to do. "So how'd you two broke up?" Ash asked. "We made a decision to go our separate ways." Meagan answered, explaining that they weren't in love but dated so that they weren't alone. "So you two never kissed?" Razor asked, "Nope!" Anthony answered. "We never even go on dates either." He added. "So you two were a loveless couple?" Grim asked. "Well, it's not like we didn't like each other. We would rather be friends instead." Meagan answered as she did the same handshake with Anthony. "I'm glad you said that cause I'm joining ye." He said, Meagan looked at him with shock, "You are?" She questioned nervously. "Aye, apparently bein' with a bunch of banshees was gettin' annoyin' so when Director Mavis asked me to come to Detroit from Ireland, I couldn't say no. Though the banshees were nice enough to wail me a friendly goodbye." He said as he showed a picture of him and a group of women who were all in white clothes and had white hair. "Those are banshees? They don't look that scary." Skull said in confusion. "Only when they're not screamin'." Anthony said.

Later that night

After picking their rooms and decorating them with whatever decor and furniture they have, the agents decided to call the Autobots and introduce them to Anthony. They waited as seven vehicles came up the driveway. They transformed into their robot forms, which surprised Anthony. Another vehicle came up and transformed into BrakeDown. "Why doesn't he have a symbol?" Anthony asked in confusion. "That's because he's not an Autobot. He's a bounty hunter." Meagan answered. "In training. Don't forget that." BreakDown said as Sari came flying in with her jetpack. Her helm revealed her face. "And I'm part Cybertronian. The name is Sari." She said. "I know who all of ye are, so no introductions are needed." Anthony said, "Director Mavis told me about the Cybertronians both good and bad. And that these decepticons are planning to resurrect the first decepticon in existence." He added. "So who are you going to pick as your partner?" Meagan asked him. "I'm pickin' mister bounty hunter in trainin'." He said in a snarky way. "Hey, the names BreakDown!"BreakDown yelled in anger. "And I don't think it's a good idea to pick me, cause I'm not an Autobot." He said, "But you're also not a Decepticon, so you're fine." Anthony said, "Besides, I like your car form. It's really cool." He complimented. BreakDown sighed, "I guess it's ok, but my mentor won't let me hear the end of it." He said. Then everyone got a sudden report from Captain Fanzone, who said that Starscream was seen flying out of control. "That's unusual con behavior." Meagan said. BreakDown giggled, "I love to see this." He said, chuckling as he transformed into his vehicle mode along with the Autobots. The agents joined their respective Cybertronian partners, and they drove off to see what's wrong with Starscream.

Later, at central Detroit.

Starscream was flying out of control, screaming about something. "GET THIS PEST OFF ME!!" He screamed as he switched to his robot mode and crashed land on the ground. The team made it and saw the whole thing. BreakDown is trying not to laugh but couldn't control it. "Oh my primus!!" He laughed. "Ratchet, can you check on him?" Optimus asked as the docbot went to check the con only to see weird scratches on Starscream. "That's bizarre." He said in confusion. "Starscream, can you hear us?" Optimus asked, Starscream groaned as he got up to look at the Autobots, as Blitzwing and Lugnut came down without attacking. "This better not be a trick." Shadow Mist said as she reached for her sword. "This is not a trick, Miss Shadow Mist. We were on a supply run until Starscream started acting off. Saying that a small creature was in his cockpit." He said as he went to his colleague's aid. "Is it ok if I analyze him in case he lost his processor?" Ratchet asked, "Of course, but just this once." Blitzwing said before switching to his aggressive personality. "And only once, Autobot!!" He yelled as Ratchet scanned Starscream and saw that the con was mentally ok. "Starscream, is what Blitzwing said true?" Meagan asked as she analyzed the scratches. She feels like she recognized them. "Yeah, but why would you Autobots and humans care?" He asked rudely. "I care cause I know what cause these scratches!" Meagan yelled as she showed everyone a file on her tablet. It has a photo of a small creature with big pointed ears, green skin, and bat wings. "What in Primus' name is that?" Bumblebee asked. "It's a gremlin, and as I fear, it's gremlin season." She said as she then saw a gremlin get off Starscream's back and into the sky laughing at him. "Why you little..NO ONE LAUGHS AT THE MIGHTY STARSCREAM!!" He said as he pointed his arm, but it fell down as he hissed in pain. "I think we should head back and be careful of these creatures." Blitzwing said as he grabbed Starscream and flew off with Lugnut after staring at Grim. "Why'd Blitzwing look at you like that?" Anthony asked, "Cause he's my cold rival." Grim answered.

Later at the decepticons' lair

Starscream was getting treated by his female clone Slipstream, "Ouch, watch the scratches!" He yelled at her, "Oh, don't be such a protoform. You're lucky that those Autobots gave you mercy after seeing your condition." She nagged. "It wasn't them that did this to me, femme!!" He yelled as Megatron came to check on his second in command. "And what pray tell did this to you, Starscream?" He asked darkly. Starscream explained to his leader about what Meagan said, and since Megatron knows when Starscream is lying, he sighs. "Then I suggest we get supplies from ground level until these gremlins pass." He said. "And hopefully these creatures won't mess with our resurrection plan." He added as he left. Starscream and Slipstream looked at each other since they're able to fly. They'd be easier targets for these gremlins. "So, how'd you become a nurse bot?" He flirted before getting slapped in the helm.

To be continued...

[the-firebird69]

They really did not all say private stock. But it started later on and they suddenly stopped making the beer completely. It looked like this heffin Retford was bigger in the name and it was a little nicer bottle label but the bottles are shaped like this and they had small ones and they're nice I liked it. I drank quite a few of them and my husband couldn't handle it he really he really couldn't it he really couldn't it was really powerful beer. Drink a lot of it and I'd be fine. They used to say head record to him and they're threatening him and the threatening me with it to kidnap us when we're out to hurt our people we want people on this to send it to them to wreck their heads so we can kidnap them and take their people down I would appreciate it a lot and we really need to do something. This is not one of our beers that we concocted but we have a bunch of those and we want people our children and our cadre and Thor and Freya and German mother and father and Irish mother and father those who are interested in this type of thing to get them back and you should see it works thor and Freya are holding it of course but it does work other people know of course but it's good to hear what he says this one is perfect my husband could drink two of them and that was it all night long almost and other people had drink turbo drinking one it was very powerful. There's about 30% alcohol but they were big and sturdy and delivered it right into your blood practically. We have a list of beers my personal favorite is

+Stroh's beer and it is a lager no a eagular beer yes and higher end tstey we price it lower to sell. i want it out and i want my first born and first born daughter too on it an to get it up today. brew it

Hera

we shall and start and three days aand good she says.

Savage me too of course he says and she Oppress we go through it all need it now. i sell it with Hera and good

we hire the cleopatra types good thought yes. and the becak germans. both fit good with the beer yes

andw e wont no we hve to need gigs yes and fun ones. good beer yes good ymmy filling wnot mk you deficate lol

becka

we do this now

Goddess daugher of Hera Zues good me my name

Olympus we a prpve send to fank castle hardcstle

good the guys lol

[thismustbetheblog]

Setting: A locker room in Twickenham stadium, London. The Irish Rugby team is getting ready for their Grand Slam game against England. Johnny Sexton, the team captain, enters the room with a stack of Sudoku puzzles in his hand.

Johnny: (addressing the team) Okay, lads, listen up. Before we go out there, we're going to do a little exercise to get our brains warmed up.

The team looks at Johnny, confused.

Johnny: (holding up the stack of puzzles) Sudoku. It's a game that helps with focus and concentration.

Some players reluctantly take the puzzles, while others look at Johnny with skepticism.

Johnny: (firmly) Come on, lads. We need to be in top form to beat the English. This will help us get there.

Peter O'Mahony, the team's vice-captain, steps forward.

Peter: (addressing Johnny) Are you serious, Johnny? We're about to play for the Grand Slam, and you want us to do a puzzle?

Johnny: (nodding) Yes, I am serious. It's not going to take long, and it will help us stay sharp.

Peter: (shaking his head) I don't know about this, Johnny. It seems like a waste of time.

Johnny: (firmly) Trust me, Peter. We need to do this.

Peter looks at Johnny for a moment, then turns to the rest of the team.

Peter: (addressing the team) All right, lads. Let's do this.

The team members start working on the puzzles, some more enthusiastic than others. Peter watches them for a moment, then turns to Johnny.

Peter: (whispering) Are you sure about this, Johnny? You're taking a big risk here.

Johnny: (whispering back) I know what I'm doing, Peter. Trust me.

Just then, the English team enters the room, and the Irish team members quickly hide their puzzles.

Peter: (stepping forward) What do you want, lads?

English Captain: (smirking) Just wanted to come say hello, O'Mahony. How's your captain doing?

Peter: (defensively) He's doing just fine. Why do you ask?

English Captain: (smirking) I heard he's got you all doing Sudoku puzzles. (gesturing to the stack of puzzles on the table) Is that what you do to prepare for a game?

Peter: (firmly) We do what we need to do to win. And if that means doing a puzzle or two, so be it.

The English Captain looks at Peter for a moment, then turns and leaves the room with his team.

Peter turns to Johnny, a look of admiration on his face.

Peter: (smiling) You're a genius, Johnny. You had us all fooled.

Johnny: (smiling back) Just doing my job, Peter. Just doing my job.

The team members finish their puzzles and head out to the field, ready to face the English team.

End of scene.

[automatismoateo]

Christians voting for Trump BECAUSE they think he might be the antichrist via /r/atheism

Christians voting for Trump BECAUSE they think he might be the antichrist Alright this is a weird one and I'm mostly losing this an an anecdote to atheists out there who still move in Christian circles enough to know if this is just some folks in my family being reaaalllly out there or an actual thing. If you aren't familiar with dispensationalism or the series of requirements for the rapture it probably isn't for you. So I have some far right family members who I hadn't seen in years. It was one of those sorta sad but probably for the best things. Iean the last time I saw them theee was a tantrum about my section of the clan having a glass of wine at dinner and giving each other presents for Christmas. It wasn't likely to be a vibrant familial relationship. But so found myself with them this past weekend and we got to talking. I used to be a conservative Christian (but Catholic, which of course is basically satanism to them now; while I'm not Catholic I certainly don't feel that way because I understand and respect satanists too much) while they went fron Catholic to evangelical to, apparently, Trump votwes who really hoepe he's the literal antichrist. So we're all American of Irish descent, which to me just means American but we still have a few cousins and old folks with accents wandering around both here and there. Doesn't mean squat to me (our ethnic food sucks) but Palestine came up and rather than say "hey look at that squirrel" I engaged tepidly, in a way that's usually fairly safe, just the usual comparison of the course of the Irish experience with that of the Palestinians, but basically emphasizing the clear distinctions. I kinda forgot how off the map some of these folks were and had no idea how far they'd gone. So obviously they were basically for Israel for biblical reasons, but it led to the presidential race of course (and this is an instinct ex-christians often have to refuse to give into) I made some comparisons of trump to the antichrist, at which point my uncle (who is pro-trumo) said oh yeah sure. Basically they see him as the antichrist and think everything is proceeding according to God's plan. The fact that he's obviously not a Christian is a positive sign to them. He gets elected, prophecies are fulfilled the end times proceed. I thought they were joking at first but they were emphatically excited and I got (yet again) them attempting to save my soul (along with a side debate among them about whether a Catholic who is now an atheist could actually still be saved because I was once a Christian and yes the wrong kind but maybe I wasn't really a Catholic when I was a Catholic...it's so fun when folks discuss the finee details of your probable damnation right in front of you). I finally made the right call and fucked out but it has been in my head the past couple of days. Has anyone else encountered this, pro-Trumo voters who hope trump is the antichrist? Submitted October 16, 2024 at 09:06PM by True_Discipline_2470 (From Reddit https://ift.tt/L5tmnvh)

[zablife]

This Mess We're In

Tommy x Grace

Summary: Tommy and Grace have a phone conversation about their predicament after Grace reveals to her husband she’s pregnant with Tommy's child. 

Author’s Note: This is part of my “Cillian’s birthday blurbs” event. It was requested by the lovely @peakyswritings. Inspired by the song “This Mess We’re In” by PJ Harvey. It is set after S2, my imagining of a phone call between Tommy and Grace right before her husband’s death. 

Warnings: pregnancy, infidelity

The phone rang in the betting shop and Tommy woke with a start, knowing it was Grace. He had been waiting for her to contact him. He had begged her not leave after Espom, but she still sailed away leaving him in turmoil. That was a month ago and he waited impatiently to hear news of her and the child she was carrying. His child. Although he had similarly made her wait to see if he would join her years earlier, the wait she was imposing on him now seemed much more cruel.

The line crackled for a moment as he heard Grace say, “Can you hear me?”

He cleared his throat and replied, “Yes, love, I can hear you. How are you?” He needed to know she and the baby were safe. 

“I feel fine, Tommy, don’t worry, but I do miss you,” she replied in her lilting Irish accent. He longed to hear her say that while she was near him, touching her hand to his face. He needed her back in Birmingham with him.

“When are you coming back to me, Grace?” He asked impatiently. He wished he could look her in the eye directly to see if she would tell him the truth.

“Tommy, it’s not that easy,” she said sadly. The news of her pregnancy had come as a shock to her husband and an even greater one when he realized the child wasn’t his. Grace had watched his face grow emotionless and cold at her admission and she wondered if he would ever be able to forgive her. 

“You’re coming back to me though, aren’t you? Tell me it’s me you want,” he said needing to hear her say the words. They sat in silence for a moment that felt excruciatingly long to Tommy. He shifted the receiver to his other ear with a sigh.

“Yes...I dream of making love to you, night and day,” she said in a near whisper, voice full of want. 

“So promise we’ll meet again soon…please,” Tommy said unaccustomed to begging.

“It just seems so impossible right now, Tommy,” Grace said finally. Tommy felt unsettled knowing she had not yet completely severed ties in New York.  He knew he had to be passionate in his declaration in order to sway her.

“Grace, I’ve seen the sunrise over the river today without you and if the city sun sets over me one more day without you, I’ll go crazy,” he said bearing himself in a way he never had before. 

“Please don’t ask again. There’s no need for words now, Tommy. I just have to finish my business here, you know that,” Grace said trying to explain.

“What are you wanting? I’ll gladly do it, just tell me. What's holding you back?” Tommy tried desperately once more sensing there might be something else he could do to hasten her return to him.  

He could sense her fear before she said the words. “I’m scared. Is this an impossible dream we have?” She asked suddenly afraid that she wouldn't be able to find the courage to leave.

“There’s sin on both our skin now, love. If you accept that, he will too,” Tommy urged her and she knew he was right.

“I’ll tell him I’m leaving tomorrow,” Grace said with determination. She knew she wanted to say it after all this time. It would break Clive's heart, but she wanted to be truthful in the end. He had probably already guessed by her distance from him despite his offer to raise the child as his own. 

“Tommy, I can’t stand this mess we’re in,” she confided and Tommy wondered if he heard her weeping softly on the other end or if it was just the bad connection. They both knew nothing would stop them from being together in the end. Their ties to each other were too strong now to ignore. There was just this one obstacle that stood in their way in New York if she could remain strong. It would be nothing compared to the lifetime they had to look forward to together. 

“I love you, Grace,” Tommy said reassuringly before hanging up the phone. Grace returned his love and placed the receiver on the stand leaving her hand there as long as she could to still feel connected to him somehow. Her reverie was interrupted by the piercing scream of the maid yelling out, “Mrs. MacMillan, it’s Mr. MacMillan…come quickly!” 

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[obsidiancreates]

AU Where Stede Is Just Inexplicably Yolked, Dude: Part 7; Feats Of Strength When There's No Ghost Haunting Your Ass

Izzy feels like the world is almost right again whenever Bonnet does something outrageously stupid.

So when the ship runs aground for the second time (as far as Izzy knows), he's almost glad.

"Well!" Bonnet claps his hands, and Izzy knows that damn tone far too well now. It makes Ed perk up in a way that make Izzy almost throw up. And Bonnet continues, because he never shuts the fuck up. "As you may have noticed, we've run aground!"

"Again," more than of the sorry crew mumble. Izzy smirks a little.

"Yes. Again. I admit, maybe mandatory midnight jam sessions weren't my finest idea, but! This just means another vacation! This time without hostages, or unpleasant encounters!"

"Hey man." Ivan gestures at him and Fang. "We're right here, mate."

"Ah, I didn't you mean you. You two are a delight." Bonnet smiles at them, and throws a pointed glance at Izzy, and it's only the still-healing ache in his nose that prevents him from retaliating. Much. He does throw a scowl that curdles most men's blood Bonnet's way. But Bonnet shrugs those glares off with the same ease Izzy has ending a man's life.

If he didn't hate him so much, it'd be impressive. But Bonnet's only got guts when they're least needed. Or least helpful. Or most irritating.

Really, he's only got guts when it'll make things worse for Izzy.

"Point is, we've got time for ourselves! So let's get down to the beach, enjoy some sand, some sun!"

"It's midnight."

"Some moon, then! You know, some scholars even believe that moonlight is just, light from the sun that the moon somehow reflects!"

"That's nonsense." "Fuckin' dumb." "Sounds like witchcraft." "Moon's not a mirror, Cap'n."

"Alright, alright, I get it." Bonnet flaps those stupid flouncy sleeves of his to get them to shut up. It doesn't work.

Izzy slips off of the boat while they all argue.

"Hey, Izzy!" He looks up at Ed.

"Yes, Captain?"

"Where're you goin', man? We're gonna make a little fire on the beach. Tell campfire stories and shit."

"I don't wanna do that, Edward. Not with this lot, especially."

"You're such a fuckin' stick in the mud, man! We're not on the fuckin' Queen Anne anymore, you can cut loose. Chill out a little."

"That's what I'm doing. Away from those twats."

Ed sighs. "Suit yourself, man."

"I am."

And he does, quite happily, by finding a nice tree to lay under and sleeping far, far away from the idiots (one idiot in particular) who melted his boss's brain.

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"I'm not carrying him!"

"Why not, Captain? My back been botherin' me."

"Then ice it later, John! I'm not picking him up just for him to stab me! In the heart!"

"Fine."

It's only after he's scooped up and thrown over the maybe-Irish one's shoulder that Izzy's mostly-asleep brain realizes, yes, he is the one being picked up.

At least it wasn't by Bonnet. And at least Bonnet's still aware Izzy can and will stab him. Some fuckin' silver lining to this fuckin' stormcloud of a life he's gotten stuck in. Like he sailed right into one of those damn sausage clouds.

"Put me down, you fuckwit," Izzy growls, and is unceremoniously dropped into the sand head-first. He scrambles to his feet, furiously spluttering. "Fuckin'- shitbags- sand in my- fuck!"

"Sand in your what?" He gets to his feet and glares at Ed.

"Have we got the fuckin' boat back in the water or not? ... Captain?"

"Nah, man. Stuck as hell," Ed says, sucking in a breath. "But we've got plenty of provisions, watch this. STEDE!"

"Yeah?"

"FEELING LIKE A COCONUT, MATE!"

"Alright!"

And Bonnet walks over to a coconut tree. And shakes it. And barely leaps out of the way of one falling on his head. And cracks the fucking thing open with his bare hands.

"Oh, this one's a bit slimy." Bonnet looks at Ed with a grimace, but Ed may as well have fuckin' stars in his eyes.

"Fuck this." Izzy storms over to the boat and pushes. Not a budge. He grits his teeth and turns to the rest of the dogs he's stuck with. "Why aren't any of you lot trying to push it back in?!"

"We can do that?" the not-very-Swedish one asks.

"Oh, god." The last word comes out more of a hacking choke of rage than an actual word. "Fuckin' useless, bunch of-"

"Now now!" Bonnet struts up to him, struts, tripping over himself the whole way because he is wearing dress shoes on a beach and Ed is still looking at-

Izzy looks away, because Ed is looking at Bonnet's ass. This is getting unbearable.

"Now, Izzy, I know tensions are a little heightened, but, there's no need to cast blame here."

"Says the guy who ran us aground," Izzy hears Jim mutter.

"No laying blame!" Bonnet repeats in a raised sing-song tone. "Anyway, it'd take a small army to get her back in the water. The last time this happened I tried for hours, just like this-"

One push.

Creak.

No. No, this isn't happening.

"-and she wouldn't budge. Because she is a sturdy ship-"

Another push, more like an affectionate pat really.

Creak.

"-made of high-quality materials and loaded with valuable goods. Granted, I was a bit... distressed at the time-"

Another push, for emphasis probably because this is Bonnet, and-

And the ship slides out from Bonnet's hands and into the fucking waves. Bobbing, just barely, in the shallows.

"Oh!" Bonnet puts his hands on his hips. "Well, either this sand is a bit firmer, or I've improved my form!"

"You got the boat back in the fuckin' water, man!" Ed races past them, clapping an arm around Bonnet's shoulders and pulling him out too as the rest of the crew rush out to push the ship back out of the shallows. And Izzy is pretty sure Ed is squeezing Bonnet's shoulder, and also pretty sure he sees Bonnet grinning. And Ed's hand moving lower-

"Maybe if I go back they'll just maroon me," he mutters.

[idyllicentropies]

Renegade

Hello!!! This is something I came up with last night on my way home from work. I was so excited about it I couldn’t wait to write it. So please, enjoy some angsty hotchniss and sad Emily.

Title: Renegade

Word Count: 2104

Chapter Title: Timing in Times Like These

"Are we really going to talk about timing in times like these?"

Emily Prentiss has been back in the United States for 3 weeks, 2 days, 15 hours, and 47 minutes. She has slept exactly 10 hours during that time, eaten 1 full meal, and taken 30 showers. She has been to work 2 times, working 8 hour shifts. She has drank nearly 50 cups of coffee. Nearly, because the one in her hand was only half gone.

The entire team has been watching her these two days, and thankfully they haven't gotten a new case since she's been back. She caught Hotch staring at her through his office window and had to resist the urge to flip him off. All he has done since she has been back is baby her.

A few seconds later her desk phone rings and Hotch's voice is on the other line.

"Can you come up to my office, please?"

Emily rolls her eyes and places the coffee cup down on her desk. "I'll be there in a second." Emily looks down at the nearly empty coffee cup. She's drank so much coffee in the last two days the caffeine no longer affects her, and she is exhausted.

As Emily walks up the stairs to Hotch's office, the entire team watches her. She doesn't bother to knock, as he should be expecting her. "Do you need something?"

She watches as he, very slowly, looks over her. The dark circles, the loose clothes, the lost weight. The bit fingernails, the shaking hands, the fake smile. She should've known. Aaron Hotchner knew her too well. He would notice everything.

"Are you feeling okay, Prentiss? You've seemed off since you've been back."

"So we're using formalities now?" Emily scoffs.

"Emily," he emphasizes. "That isn't what I asked."

"Yes, Hotch, I'm feeling fine."

"Sleeping okay?" Hotch asks.

"Like a baby," she lies.

He pauses, then asks, "When is the last time you ate something?"

"This morning." That wasn't a lie. This morning was the first time she had been able to stomach food since she got back.

"I have watched you drink seven cups of coffee today, Emily. Might I remind you that it is only one in the afternoon?"

"Last I checked, you don't normally sit up in your office and count the cups of coffee your agents drink. Besides, my caffeine habits are non of your concern."

Hotch stands up, hands on his desk, and quietly says, "It is when my agents have gone through something traumatic, which usually leads to lack of sleep, which leads to increased caffeine intake."

"Hotch, I promise, I'm fine." Emily says. "You don't need to worry about me." Emily walked back out of the room, closing the door on her way out.

It was common knowledge in the team that Emily and Aaron had been a thing before Ian Doyle took her away. They had hoped the two of them would rekindle the flame after she came home, but neither of the two seemed as if they wanted to. All they've done is argue.

Everyone had an unspoken agreement that they were going to try to get them back together. Besides that, they had all tried to reach out to her, Spencer inviting her to an Italian movie and JJ and Penelope asking if she needed a girls night. Emily had politely declined all offers. She figured that if she shuts everyone out, nobody would realize how much she's struggling.

None of them need to know she's drinking herself to sleep at night. Or that she's taking (and definitely over using) anxiety medication. They don't need to know that every time she sleeps she's haunted by Irish accents, gunshots, and screams. They don't need to know that she throws up everything she eats.

Emily Prentiss is fine. Better than ever. At least, that's what she tells her team, her boss, and her therapist.

Susan, her therapist, is one of the most gullible people Emily had ever met. She is well aware that every sessions reports are given to Hotch, which is exactly why she finds herself spouting lies as answers to every question Susan asks.

"Have the nightmares gone away?"

"I've been sleeping better than ever," Emily replies. "No nightmares in weeks." Lie.

"And you've started eating regularly?"

"Yes, and feeling much better." Lie.

"You've stopped taking the anxiety medication, correct?" Susan asks.

"I stopped as soon as you told me to," Emily says. Lie. She's actually been taking double the amount prescribed.

"I'm glad you're doing so well, Emily. I don't know how much longer we actually need to do this." Susan exclaims. "I'll send these reports to your boss and request to end sessions. It was really nice getting to know you, Emily Prentiss." Susan stands and hold her hand out for Emily to shake.

"It was nice working with you, Susan," Emily replies, and shakes the other woman's hand.

That night, Emily finished off a bottle of wine she had opened a week ago, and went to sleep. She woke up to the sounds of screaming. Her screaming. It takes nearly fifteen minutes to get her breathing and heart rate down, and when it finally does, her phone rings with a text from Garcia: DUTY CALLS!!!

"Great," Emily mumbles to herself. She's at the office in 45 minutes, getting there taking longer than normal because of how tired she is. Emily is the last one to reach the Round Room, using the excuse that her new apartment is further away than her old one.

Garcia starts the briefing by apologizing for waking them up at the ungodly time of 3 AM, to which the team grunts in response. This case was just like any other case: four girls (tall, skinny, and brunette) have been killed in Huntington, West Virginia over the course of the last three weeks. Spencer spits out some random fact about how Huntington is the drug capitol of the United States, and the team is on the jet headed there in twenty minutes.

The BAU team arrives in about an hour and heads to the latest crime scene as soon as they land. Emily stops in the jet bathroom and takes three of her anxiety pills. She sighs, thinking about what Aaron would say if he knew how much she was taking. "Anything to keep my mind quiet and breathing steady," she whispers to herself. She slips the small orange bottle in her coat pocket and exits the jet.

The team looks over all of the evidence, crime scenes, and coroner's reports and gives their profile that afternoon. By that time Emily has faked eating two meals, thrown up twice, and drank four cups of coffee. The 12 hour anxiety meds wear off around two (she had taken her last dose around 7 AM) and Emily takes one more, just for good measure. The team returns to their hotel rooms that evening around eleven, and Emily doesn't wait to pull out the complementary wine. The bottle was a quarter empty in half an hour when she hears a knock at her door. She checks through the peephole, and Aaron is on the other side.

Emily opens the door just a crack, and asks, "What do you want Hotchner?"

Aaron visibly flinches at the use of his full last name. "I thought you didn't want to use formalities, Emily."

"If you came here for a reason, out with it. If not, then fuck off. I'm exhausted."

Aaron could tell she's had something to drink, because she only curses when the alcohol gets to her mind. "Can I come in?" He asks.

Her only response was the door opening wider, and he steps inside. "Please make this quick," Emily says quietly. "I meant it when I said I was exhausted."

"I just wanted to check on you," he replies. Aaron glances around the room quickly and doesn't notice anything odd. It's not uncommon for Emily to drink on cases. He knows she likes the small release it gives her, and she is always careful to not drink too much.

"Well, you've checked," Emily responds. "Have a great night."

Aaron knows that is his cue to leave. "Sleep well, Em," he whispers as he leaves.

As Aaron shuts the door behind him, Emily slumps down on the lousy hotel bed. "I wasn't planning on sleeping." And she doesn't.

The entire team notices that lack of sleep she had gotten the next morning. Emily could barely keep her eyes open during the short drive to the newest crime scene, and Aaron had caught her taking her pills at the local PD that afternoon. He didn't say anything to her then, but made a mental note to look over her most recent therapy reposts when they get back.

They caught the unsub that afternoon and saved his latest victim. The girl frighteningly looked like Emily, Aaron thought.

When Emily arrives back at headquarters that evening, she quickly packs up her notes and attempts to leave before anyone stopped her. Unfortunately, Aaron found her right as she was about to get on the elevator.

"Agent Prentiss, my office, now." Aaron said angrily.

When they made it to his office, he shuts the door. The rest of the team was still downstairs and Aaron clearly didn't want them hearing what was about to be said.

"I've gone over your recent psych report, Agent Prentiss. Susan has said that you're going well, and she has even said that she thinks you no longer need to attend the weekly meetings."

"Yes, she told me. She is pleased with how well I've been doing, all things considered." Emily replies.

"All I see is a report of lies," Aaron snaps. Emily flinches, and he continues. "I saw you taking pills earlier today."

"It was just Tylenol," Emily lies.

"Where's the bottle, Agent Prentiss?" Aaron asks calmly.

Fuck. She was screwed now. "I don't have it."

"Stop lying to me, Prentiss. Give me the bottle."

Emily sighs and pulls out the small orange bottle out of her coat pocket. She sets it on his desk with a loud thud. Aaron picks up the bottle and examines it.

"Agent Prentiss is no longer taken if the prescribed anxiety medication under my suggestion," Aaron recites. He turns the bottle around, and says, "Another lie."

"Aaron, please-"

"You may address me as your boss, Agent Prentiss." She has never seen him so firm. "What else have you been lying about?" Her silence is enough answer for him. "This is unacceptable, Agent Prentiss."

"Hotch I-"

"Don't bother. I'm sick on hearing your lies."

"Would you just listen to me?" Emily practically screamed. She could see heads turn downstairs, and Aaron quickly shut the blinds.

"What else could you possibly have to say?" Aaron whispers. Emily just stares at him. Honestly, she had nothing to say. There wasn't anything she could think of that would make this situation any better. "That's what I thought."

"No. You understand, Agent Hotchner. I know you do. I was there."

"What exactly, am I supposed to be understanding?" Aaron asks firmly.

"You understand what it is like to suffer. To drink yourself to sleep at night only to be woken by your own screaming. I can't breathe anymore, Aaron."

"Then you shouldn't be here!" Aaron shouts. "You're killing yourself, Emily." Formalities, at this point, are out of the window. The two of them know each other too well for this. "Everyone can tell you're not sleeping. You're constantly exhausted. You're over using medication you're not even supposed to be on, and you're clearly not eating."

"Are you done?" Emily interrupts. "Are you really going to harp on me when you've done the same thing? The timing is impeccable."

"Are we really going to talk about timing?" I wasn't killing myself, Em."

"Oh shut up Aaron. You are unbelievable." Emily crosses her arms over her chest.

Aaron sits down at his desk. "Get out of the office. I don't want to see you back here until you get your shit together."

Emily felt the beginning of tears start to form, but refused to let them fall. "Don't do this Aaron."

"Go home Emily. Get some rest. I'll come check on you in a few days." Emily reached for the pill bottle on his desk, but Aaron quickly pulls it away. "I'm only doing this because I care about you."

Emily heads to the door and turns around. Before she could stop herself, she says, "Now look who the liar is." Aaron flinches, and Emily leaves, slamming the door behind her.

[pod95]

Pairing: Finn Balor X reader

Word Count: 2152

Warnings: Smutt (implied)

Description: A/n you and your best friend Becky Lynch are sharing a hotel room together, but when her boyfriend Seth Rollins sneaks in, you are left with no choice but to sleep in his room with the guy you hate, Finn Balor.

A/N This is part of a series of one shots I am doing. You can read this and the others on my Wattpad, AO3 and FanFiction pages.

Room Swap

"Name please," the receptionist asked as you searched through your purse for your ID.

"Y/l/n. It should be a twin room."

"Ah yes, here you are," she turned to the board behind and picked out a key card. You're in room 412."

"Thanks!" you take the key card off of her and return to Becky, who was waiting with your luggage in the lobby.

"Everything all sorted, roomie?" Becky asked, thumbing through a magazine.

"Yeah I can't wait. Ever since you got with Seth we never get to bunk together. It's gonna be like old times!"

"I just hope you're ready for a wild night of stuffing our faces with room service and bingeing bad horror movies," she winked and giggled.

"Ooft sounds like a hot date," you teased her.

"Speaking of hot..." Becky gestured to the lobby entrance where her boyfriend Seth Rollins was bringing in his luggage. He made his way over to you and beamed when he saw Becky.

"Damn, you're beautiful. Can I get your number?" he teased.

"Sorry, I have a boyfriend. He's super buff and macho and could probably kick your ass," she retorted, planting a loving kiss on his cheek. Seth wrapped his arms around her waist as you smiled at how happy you were that your friend found someone who truly loved her.

"Are you sure you wanna spend the night with y/n? I mean I love Finn but we could have a LOT of fun in a room together..." Seth cooed, kissing Beckys neck.

"Hey, Rollins! Stop making moves on my woman. You get every other night with her. Go near her, and I'll chop that dick off!" you threatened playfully.

"Fine, Jeez!" he laughed, "We really need to get you a boyfriend."

You shuddered at the words. You had been secretly seeing someone, but broke it off a couple of weeks ago and you were starting to lose hope of ever finding a decent guy.

"You know, Finn is still single..." Becky prompted.

"Ugh no way!" you retched, "not even if he was the last man on Earth."

"Finn's a great guy! I really don't get why you hate him so much..." Seth shook his head.

"Where do I start? He's cocky and narcissistic, he thinks he's God's gift to women, he's always bragging about how many girls he's been with. Yeah sure, he's hot, but he knows it. Besides, he's a jerk to me whenever we're together."

"Y/n, you haven't even given him a chance. I reckon if you spent some time alone with him, you'd see all the good parts of him!" Seth enthused.

"He wears very tight trunks in the ring, I've already seen WAY more parts of him than I'm comfortable with."

"Aww, y/n, I'm flattered you spend your free time thinking about me in tight trunks!" came an Irish accent from behind you. You groaned internally.

"I wouldn't be... You missed the part where I called you cocky and narcissistic." you jeered, smirking at Finn.

"It's not cocky if you can back it up love," he winked, and you hated yourself for finding him so attractive.

"Right, sure. Guys like you are all talk."

"Oh one night alone with me, and you'd never want to leave," he went to brush a hair from your face, giggling mischievously as you swatted it away. "I could prove it to you tonight if you want."

"Oh my god, why are all the men in my life trying to ruin our night together? Go find some other woman to disappoint, Balor! She's mine tonight," Becky scolded him. "Y/n, we should go to our room before these Jackasses get in the way."

Becky stood up, kissed Seth affectionately and grabbed her luggage. You followed her leave, grabbing your things and saying goodbye to Seth.

"What no goodbye kiss for me?" Finn hollered is you set off towards the elevator, cackling at the middle finger you were now responding with.

When you got to the room, Becky kicked her shoes off and dove onto a bed. You changed into a tank top and some leggings as she looked through the room service menu.

"I'm gonna get some lobster. What do you want?"

"Ooh very fancy. I'll have the same."

You spent the evening pigging out on fancy room service and making fun of terrible movies before eventually feeling too tired to stay awake and nodding off halfway through the second movie.

Just as you'd fallen asleep, you were awoken by a noise. You weren't sure what it was at first, it sounded kind of wet. Then you heard a soft moan coming from the bed next to you and you looked over to see a huge lump under the covers of Beckys bed. Groaning, you turned your bedside lamp on.

"Really guys? I'm trying to sleep here..." you protested.

"Oh shit, sorry y/n. I'll just go." a naked Seth peeked out from under the covers, his hair messy and his voice breathless.

"No, it's fine just... Give me your key card. I'll sleep in your room."

"Really? Sure, it's in my pants. Thanks y/n, you're the best." Seth said, before retreating back under the covers, much to the delight of a giggling Becky.

You hastily retrieved the key card (room 426) from his discarded pants and made your escape.

As you stormed down the hall to where Seth and Finn were staying, you muttered under your breath. You knew that Becky and Seth were a couple, but do they have no boundaries? You arrived at room 426 and knocked on the door. Despite having the key, you didn't want to just barge into the room unannounced.

A shirtless Finn opened the door. He blinked in surprise upon seeing you, before smiling cockily.

"I see you decided to take me up on my offer earlier," he purred, leaning coolly against the doorframe.

"No chance in hell. Seth and Becky are 'getting busy', and as close as we are, I REALLY don't wanna see her O face so... Seth said I could crash here. Sorry to disappoint you," you shoved past, struggling to keep your eyes off of his impressive torso.

"Alright but I should warn you... I sleep naked," Finn beamed at you, amused by the look of horror that crossed your face.

"Whatever just... You stay in your bed, I'll stay in mine and we should get through the night without me beating you to death!" you smiled sweetly back at him.

"Oh come on. I'm just messing with you," he chuckled, grabbing a towel from the wardrobe. "I'm gonna take a shower, TV remote is there. Make yourself at home."

Finn disappeared into the bathroom and shortly after, you heard the gushing of the shower. For a moment, you imagined the water cascading down Finn's abs and trickling down his body. Disgusted with yourself for imagining such things, you shook the thought from your mind and turned on the TV.

Eventually, Finn emerged from the shower, and you were surprised to see him wearing a pair of shorts and a vest. You stared at him for a moment, still confused.

"Is there a problem?" he asks, snapping you out of your stupor.

"No! Not at all... You're just such a playboy, I'm surprised you're wearing actual clothes and not a towel that's far too small for you," you challenged him, secretly disappointed by the reality.

"Contrary to what you might think about me, I'm not a sex pest. I may be cocky and full of myself, but I'm not gonna go out of my way to make you uncomfortable." annoyed, Finn collapsed into his bed, refusing to make eye contact with you.

"Finn... I'm sorry. I'm being a jerk. Honestly, thanks for letting me stay here. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"

"Well... You can buy me pizza. I like pepperoni and stuffed crust please!" He grinned cheekily and you couldn't help but smile back at him.

"Pizza, for Mr Abs? What about all those carbs?" you teased him, picking up the menu from the desk.

"Well, you really upset me and now I'm eating my feelings," Finn pouted adorably at you, giggling when you threw a pillow at him.

You and Finn went back and forth teasing each other until the pizza arrived, when Finn jumped up excitedly and rushed to the door to collect it.

"Wanna watch a movie?" Finn asked, sitting at the end of his bed and tucking into his Pizza.

"Sure," you started flicking through the movie channels. "Oooh, Toy Story!"

You lay back, occasionally eyeing up Finns pizza. Your stomach gave you away and let out a thunderous growl, as you held a pillow over it, trying to muffle the sound.

"Do you want some?" Finn tempted you, patting an empty space on the bed next to him. Nodding enthusiastically, you accepted the invitation and grabbed a slice.

The room fell quiet apart from the sound of you and Finn happily tucking in to the pizza.

"So are you feeling any better?" Finn asked, grabbing another slice.

"Better? What do you mean?"

"Well you seemed angry earlier. It must be frustrating never getting to see Becky," Finn prompted, giving you a look of genuine sympathy. You were surprised that he had picked up on it. You usually had a bad attitude around him anyway, so it was impressive that he could tell you were more upset than usual.

"I was at first, but I get it. They're a couple, they wanna spend time together. If I had a boyfriend, I'd be the same, " you confessed.

"So what happened with that guy you were seeing?" Finn asked, the hint of a smile on his lips.

"Oh that didn't go anywhere. Wait, how did you know about that?"

"Oh... I guess... Becky might have mentioned it..." Finn stammered, unusually flustered.

"Becky didn't know..." you eyed him suspiciously. Finn paused, thinking for a moment before sighing.

"OK fine..." he shuffled nervously. "A couple of weeks ago, I was outside your locker room and I heard you on the phone to him."

"And why exactly were you lurking outside my locker room, Mr Balor?" you teased him, amused by this vulnerable version of Finn.

"Well, I was planning on asking you to dinner," he quickly reverted back to his usual, charismatic self.

Speechless and somewhat embarrassed, you grabbed another slice of pizza and continued watching the movie. You're cheeks felt hot, and you could still feel Finns eyes on you. But even so, you couldn't help but feel surprised by how comfortable you were around Finn.

After several minutes, you dared to glance back at him. The glance escalated, and soon you found yourself examining his features in great detail. He really was incredibly attractive. Your attention moved from his dark hair towards his mesmerising blue eyes, twinkling with delight as he watched the movie, down his strong cheekbones to where an adorable, boyish smile perfectly complimented the rest of his face. As he turned towards you and caught you staring, every instinct told you to avert your eyes, but you just couldn't.

His eyes locked onto yours, holding your gaze as you felt your heart rate increasing. He smirked, pleased with himself for having caught you staring at him. Unblinking, he looked you up and down, licking his lips seductively. Bashful, you turned away, not wanting him to see you blush. Finn reached out a hand to stroke your reddening cheek.

Your skin tingled, as you nuzzled against his hand. Finn let out a low, victorious chuckle and cupped your other cheek in his hand, turning it to face him. You stared at his lips for just a moment before closing the distance between your face and his, stopping just before his lips. You closed your eyes, smiled to yourself, and pressed your lips to his. It was gentle and nervous at first, but as your hunger for him grew, the kiss became more passionate. You let out a small moan when he gently nibbled your lower lip. He pulled away, breathless, eyeing you intensely.

"If this goes much further... I won't be able to stop myself. Are you OK with that?" Finn asked, stroking your cheek. You nodded, never breaking eye contact. Finn smiled roguishly.

"Perfect." Finn grinned, tangling his fingers in your hair and devouring your lips, as you made a silent reminder to thank Seth and Becky

Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think, and if you want a part 2 at some point in the future 😊

[imo-chan-imagines]

『 As your boyfriend | BNHA Headcanons 』

From the good, to the bad, to the downright adorable.

Characters: female!reader, Aizawa Shouta

Tags/warnings: Boku No Hero Academia (anime), 18+, explicit descriptions of sex, smut, fluff, soft dom Aizawa, relationship, headcanons

⚠️ 18+ CONTENT! MINORS: PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT ⚠️

A/N: Right, so I'm simping for this man biG TIME, but I'm only on season 3, so no spoilers or anything, please. This is my first BNHA post (and it turned out way longer than I was intending 😅) Please let me know if you want more in the future!

Also, I have a repetitive strain injury, so typing stuff is taking a while at the moment. Sorry about that. Thanks for reading! Please enjoy ♡ ~Imo

☆ Aizawa Shouta ☆

I'm not going to lie. Shouta can be a big ol' grouchy pants sometimes, and it's basically impossible to win an argument against him makes you want to tear your hair out, sometimes

But most of the time, he's just tired and in pain, and he doesn't mean to be so crotchety

He's not the type to make excuses, though. That's childish. He means his apologies, even if they're simple

He'll normally initiate an apology by gently wrapping his arms around you from behind and resting his forehead on your shoulder 🥺

Physical contact is incredibly personal and intimate for him. He doesn't just touch anyone, or allow them to touch him

You're special 💞💫

Soft, gentle touches, like his fingers interlacing with yours, or his leg brushing up against you, are basically his way of saying 'I love you'

Catch me crying in the corner, a'ight? 😔

He rarely ever raises his voice. Like, ever he doesn't need to, and is aware that it can be scary

He's definitely the kind of guy to forget to tell people that you're dating, simply because he doesn't see how it's relevant or anyone else's business 🤦‍♀️

I mean, he ain't wrong, but–

And his mood switches between 'antisocial' and 'clingy' like a mechanical metronome did someone say 'cat'?

Sometimes, you'll be lucky if he speaks more than three words to you together in a whole day nothing personal 🤷‍♀️

But on other days, he literally won't let you out of his arms for the world he's complicated, okay?

You have missed many a parcel delivery because he wouldn't let you get up from his lap to answer the door 🙄😂

Boundaries and responsibilities are key and highly respected by Shouta, and he would NEVER erase your quirk without your permission, unless he literally had no other choice like someone's going to get hurt, or something

Is generally quite serious so what's new? but you're one of the few people he can relax around when he feels like it

9/10 of his jokes are dad jokes 😎 hell yeah

Takes a hard stance in financial debates, but is constantly broke af 😶 says he'll buy you dinner and presents you with some instant noodles with a 'Reduced To Clear' sticker on them

Will take a bite of your food/steal some off your plate without asking, and literally say nothing to defend himself #gremlin

Is incredibly shy and uncomfortable about being ~le horny~ until you've been together for literally forever

Even then, he's still shy about it when he has to bring it up and it's pretty cute, let me tell ya

It took him forever to admit to you that he gets turned on when you eat ice lollies

Guess what you do whenever you want to mess with him like a little brat 😛

But if he's in the mood, he will 100% whisper something dirty in your ear, even if you're completely alone and probably well past third base

He does it because he knows your pussy will clamp around him at the sound of his voice 😳🥵

*fans self profusely*

Genuine, unadulterated smiles are rare with Aizawa, but when he does 🙌 Heaven hath opened its gates and allowed an angel walk amongst mere mortals 🥺🤧

If he lays his head on your chest, he will fall asleep like that *snaps fingers*

Surprise nose and forehead kisses to show he loves you ❤

Calls you 'Kitten' this is basically already canon at this point

And he's all about those deep talks with you at 3 am when he can't sleep

Speaking of insomnia!

It's cheesy, but you're like a soothing balm. The warmth of your body makes him feel safe, your touch helps him relax, and your voice soothes him to sleep

He's never slept as well as when you're beside him 😭🤧

When cuddling, he likes to be the big spoon but will accept being the little spoon if you if you press your boobs against his back and ask really nicely 🤭

And he loves you stroking his hair and running your fingers through it 🥺

Netlix nights and pillow/blanket forts!!

Rainy days are a godsend. Staying inside all day under the blankets, with the soft sound of the rain falling outside and no-one to interrupt you – literal paradise

He makes mean hot cocoas and Irish coffees 😋 I feel like this man lives off Irish coffees 😂🤣

Wears a lot of black and grey sweatpants at home 😗 which highlight the outline of his dick just right, if ya know what I'm sayin' 👀

Doesn't like going out for dates and prefers staying inside and doing stuff together same, honeyy

But if you really like going out, he will somewhat begrudgingly agree to it and get all dressed up for you, just so long as he gets his fair share of home-dates, too 🤗

But if you also don't like going out... the two of you will basically never leave the house, except to get groceries in your pyjamas from the 24-hour convenience store down the road at one in the morning oddly specific, I know, but you get me

And sorry, but I don't make the rules

Well, actually, I do. But shush

We all know that Shouta cleans up *chef's kiss* So when you go somewhere ~fancy~ he always looks so damn fine 😩

But he has very little idea that he's hot he sees himself as a tired, walking dumpster fire🚶‍♂️🔥

Shouta will 100% turn into a crazy cat dude with 15+ cats if you don't stop him I never said you should, though 🙃

And is a 'minimalist texter' – basically, if he can't answer a text with 'yes', 'no,' 'maybe', or 'OK', then he probably won't answer it at all 😭😂

Especially if you try and sext him or send him your nudes while he's at work. He'll probably lecture you when he gets home and depending on just how much you turned him on, he might proceed to teach you a lesson...

But wear his shirt, and just his shirt or his hoodie and he's yours

Heart eyes, motherfucker 😍

And, depending on how you two are feeling that day, you may or may not end up getting dicked down on the nearest semi-flat surface right then and there 👀

But don't misunderstand. This is an incredibly tired man you have here, and his libido actually isn't through the roof sorry, ladies so this kind of thing isn't an everyday occurrence

But when he dicks you down, he dicks you down goooood

Shouta's not big on PDA, but makes up for it in private. We're talking hands and kisses all over your body he leaves nothing unloved 😏

And while he's not big on PDA, he is big on sneaky displays of affection or 'SDA', as I like to call it

Like subtly grabbing your butt for a second, or his hand on your thigh under the table at a dinner etc. especially around other people

But what really gets him going is slowly removing your clothes and taking you fully naked, spreading your legs wide and holding them open he likes the view 😍

He lowkey highkey worships your body 🙏 and will literally not shut up about how fucking pretty you are, and how fucking good it feels inside you his words, not mine 😳

Groans and growls a little when he's getting close/cumming especially when he's being a little rough and likes to cum together, but knows it's not always practical

He tends to be a gentle dom, but can get just a teensy bit 🤏 rough if he's too into it – but nothing outrageous

We're talking rough thrusts and a brutal pace, maybe holding onto you a little too hard and, waaahh, he gets so embarrassed if he leaves bruises

Is also into a little bondage, but again, only light stuff – restraining your wrists with his hands or his tie or his Capturing Weapon 👀 maybe blinding-folding you if you're okay with it

If you're not blindfolded, then I'm afraid he's all about that eye contact

Eating out your pussy? Eye contact. Pounding you into the mattress? Blazing eye contact. Rearranging your guts in front of the mirror? Fucking eye contact

And CONSENT, BABY. THAT'S WHAT HE'S FUCKING INTO 😌🙌💞

But all jokes aside – he's too used to taking without consent with his quirk, that he's kind of paranoid about it comes to sex but it's adorable and sweet, and honestly, still kind of hot

And speaking of eating pussy – goddamn does he like to please you. Like cream to a kitty 😛

Oh, and he just loves it when you suck on his fingers as he's pounding into you 🤤

And he likes to leave love bites in personal, inconspicuous places and sometimes on your neck

He's marking his woman 😌

When he gets suuuper horny, he likes to fuck you from behind, standing upright in front of the mirror. It's a specific kink he has of watching himself stretch you out as the length of his cock disappears inside you...

I can get behind that, lemme tell yaaa

I said he tends to be dominant, but female doms – fear not!

Shouta is quite flexible when it comes down to it and is kind of lazy, lmfao so he definitely has time for laying back, having the control taken away, and having his dick ridden

For him, it's really all about communication and what you're both comfortable with

I will say this, though: sometimes, his cat watches you while you're banging 😅😂

The first time it happened, you freaked out and refused to continue because – how could you??? But eventually, you just kind of got used to it 🤷‍♀️

The same way you've got used to it following you to the bathroom every time you go to take a shit 😭

So now, you just kind of laugh about it, which helps keep things a little lighter 🤗

After sex, he does like to snuggle, but you'll be lucky if he stays awake for more than 30 seconds it's one of the few times he actually can sleep well

If you're ever out and about, or even inside, and cold, he'll wrap you up in his clothes/scarf/blanket like a sushi roll like Eren wrapping up Mikasa in his scarf, all deadpan and everything 😐

It's not that often, but when he gets drunk, he gets all soft and emotional, and starts babbling about how he can't believe he got so lucky to be dating you, and that he's sure he hasn't done anything to deserve it mah heart

He's pretty sure he wants kids, but he doesn't feel like now is the right time, and is lowkey afraid that it's never going to feel like the right time

He also constantly doubts himself, wondering if he'd actually able to look after them and protect them the way a father should class 1-A got him second-guessing himself 🥺

Besides, it's not all about him. You clearly have a say in it too, and he doesn't want to force you into anything

Again: communication and comfort zones

Dating Aizawa definitely has its ups and downs, and it's not smooth sailing, but he's prepared to work for a life with you because he's found a connection with you that he hasn't feel with anyone else

He knows that you're both far from perfect, but hopes that, for once, you might just make something good, and make it last 🥰😇

© imo-chan-imagines 2020

[bitch-spectrum]

What is your opinion on the movie Split, if you have seen it, with regards to how it depicts DID? Because like I feel like someone with DID would be offended but at the same time don’t KNOW whether they actually would be? Like when I see anti-asexual or anti-Irish sentiment and think “Hmm. Well that is certainly offensive from an objective viewpoint, but am I personally offended?” I do feel like if the twist behind the ‘Beast’ alter being superhuman was that he had been bitten by a werewolf, because there were so many hints towards him being a werewolf and the whole backstory they gave the protagonist about being a hunter, I feel like it would have suited the story better and avoided the ‘all people with DID are evil’ trope. Am I saying this right?

I think ur saying it just fine. I actually haven't seen split bc I don't wanna give my views to that shit. Honesty dude idek Wtf this movie is about any more? Werewolves? Hunting? Idek man.

I have seen and read enough about it that yes, it's super fucking offensive and personally I would rather have dog shit in my mouth than have that be a representation of DID.

Also, thank you for the question but we try to keep most DID questions on our system blog because this blog is mostly for the host to be personal and shit post.

@alters-journal for the future. We're not mad just letting you know.

-Orion

[teawizard-n-coffeewitch]

The Stafforshire Spell

2. Uh... Reporter For The Quibbler Magazine (Cont)

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A forty-year-old actor with great presence sits on a chair and warmly shakes Newt's hand. Newt sets his briefcase down and sits on the chair directly from the man.

"Pleased to meet you. Did you like the film?" the actor says.

"Ah... yes, enormously." Newt replies with an awkward smile.

"Well, fire away." the actor says with a big grin.

"Right, right. Ahem -- did you enjoy making the film?" Newt asks.

"I did."

"Any bit in particular?"

"Well, you tell me which bit you liked most -- and I'll tell you if I enjoyed making it."

Newt gulps. "Ahem right, right, I liked the bit in space very much. Did you enjoy making that bit?"

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Same room same seat, minutes later, with a monolingual foreign actor and an interpreter.

"Did you identify with the character you were playing?" Newt asks with a small smile at the actor, Michael Fassbender.

"Te identicaste con el personaje que interpretabas?"

"No." Michael immediately replies.

"No." the translator replies.

Newt's head perks up, eyes sparkling. "Ah. Why not?"

"Por que no?" the interpreter asks.

"Porque es un extraterrestre carnivoro psicopata." Michael says shooting Newt a confused look.

"Because he is playing a psychopathic flesh-eating alien." the translator tells Newt.

"Ah... classic." Newt says, ready to hex himself.

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Now Newt is sitting opposite an eleven-year-old British boy.

"Is this your first film?" Newt asks smiling at the green eye boy with messy black hair.

"No -- it's my 22nd." he replies.

Newt looks at him shock before choking out, "Of course it is. Any favourite among the 22?"

"Working with Leonardo." the boy immediately replies.

"Da Vinci?" Newt asks, cocking his head to the side.

The boy gives Newt a weird look. "Di Caprio."

"Of course. And is he your favourite Italian film director?" Newt weakly asks.

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After a series of horrid interviews Newt emerges traumatized into the corridor. His hair is all messed up and he has taken his jacket off. He looks completely done with life. Down the corridor it is full of camera crews and.... there is Quennie.

Newt turns and begins to walk away unnoticed before he hears Quennie's voice calling out to him. "Mr. Scamander?"

Newt turns to Quennie and weary replies, "Yes?"

"Have you got a moment?" she says with a big smile.

They both make their way back to Tina's suite and knock on her door.

"Come in."

Quennie let's Newt enter and she closes the door.

And once again they are alone. There is a certain nervousness. She now wears black jeans instead of her pencil skirt.

"Um. So that thing I was doing tonight -- I'm not doing it any more. I told them I had to spend the evening with Britain's premier equestrian journalist." Tina shyly says shooting Newt a small smile.

Newt can't help but break into a smile, his face blushing as butterflies fly in his stomach.

"Oh well, great. Perfect. Oh no --shittity brickitty" Newt curses, recalling something. "What's wrong?" Tina asks, concern at Newt's distraught face. "It's my brother's birthday -- Godric's beard -- we're meant to be having dinner." Newt apologizes, looking down at his shoes.

"Okay -- fine." Tina says.

"But no, I'm sure I can get out of it." Newt begins before Tina adds, "No, I mean, if it's fine with you, I'll... you know, be your date."

Newt looks at her. His eyes wide as he choked out, "You'll be my date at my brother's birthday party?"

Tina nods before tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, softly speaking, "If that's all right."

Newt nods, a dork smile on his face. "I'm sure it's all right. My friend Jacob is cooking and he's acknowledged to be the beat cook in the world."

Tina smiles.

Newt realizes something else and groans. "Oh Merlin. Curse my luck. The party is at a rented house in Dorset. It's three hours away from London."

Expecting for Tina to reject her offer Newt is outs-trucked when she says, "Well we better start to make our way to Dorset then."

Newt looks at her, completely shock. Tina grabs her coat and turns to him.

"My curfew back at the hotel is two AM. I'd say we better start our time now."

"Okay." Newt replies softly. His eyes warming at the sight of her smiling face.

"Okay." Tina repeats with a warm smile.

NOTE: I know Irish actor Michael Fassbender speaks English but for the sake of the story I needed my man fluent in Spanish only.