#art block kicked my ass in the middle of this

[supernowa-art]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY USOPP!!!! BESTEST BOY!!!!!!!

[futurecorps3]

Sirius black with a busty reader

𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐲!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Masterlist<3

MINORS STAY AWAY I'LL BLOCK EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU, THIS IS +18!!! See also… All marauders versions in my marauders masterlist<3

I want you all to picture me giggling and kicking my feet while writing this 'cause this is my main hoe 🤭💗

-BUYS. YOU. NECKLACES.

-I'll die on this hill dear god

-Pretty silver chains, golden necklaces with expensive charms, you name it! HE SPOILS YOU SM BECAUSE THOSE ARE EXPENSIVE ASF TOO?????

-Yk that good house of Black money n shit hehe

-Loves seeing how it sometimes gets in the middle of your tits and pulls it out himself, definitely touching you more than necessary

-"Wait, I'm almost there doll" "Do you need to bury your face in my boobs to get that crow charm out?” you deadpan with a smile, looking down at the pretty boy, feeling his nose dig in like he’s on a treasure hunt

-“Helps my visibility” yeah visibility my ass he loves your pretty tits

-He’s the “Wear what you want, I can fight” type of guy <3 (all of them are!!!)

-Will and has gotten into fights if someone’s staring and making you uncomfortable. No one disrespects his girl like that:)

-L E A T H E R T O P S

-You both wear leather tops that show your belly and chests, matching ones ofc!!!

-Remus loves sweaters, James loves crop tops

-Sirius lives for seeing you in lacy bras AND his leather jacket:(

-Boy gets heart eyes, jaw to the floor, drooling, screaming (ofc the boys mock him for it<3)

-“You’ll catch flies with that mouth, Pads” Remus smirks, watching Sirius watch you having a conversation with some Ravenclaw girl as you pour more fire whiskey on your glass “Shut it Moons” he replies, dreamy voice too entranced to even comprehend the chaos the party around him was causing

-Speaking of parties, he loves doing vodka shots from your boobs.

-Ogles them sm and compliments them all the fucking time!!!!!

-He’s shameless about it as well

-"Your tits look amazing" with a lovesick expression on his face like he genuinely loves them so so so much

-He knows his friends stare and he doesn’t mind as long as you don’t either. Boosts his ego quite a lot tbh!!

-If you feel uncomfortable, he’ll definitely do something about it! The boys would never make you uneasy, of course. They look away to be respectful, but those small glances have Sirius all cocky

-Having said THAT…

-Marks u up <3

-I’m talking love bites, scratches, hickeys

-Makes sure to make them on a regular basis so they don’t fade out with time

-Yes the boys have walked in on him marking you many times

-“Fucking hell Padfoot just lock the bloody door” James groans while covering his eyes since he knew damn well his best friend wasn’t stopping. “Hey Prongs” you giggle “Hi darling” he says, still not looking at you guys

-“Could you tell your pig boyfriend to lock the door next time?” “ITS AN ART YOU WOULDNT GET IT!!!” he yells, but the sound comes out muffled and barely understandable. “We’ll try” you muse, giggling slightly as the other boy left the room

-Won’t do any of these if he knows it bothers you!! Respectful legend <3

-So, summing it up

-He absolutely adores your boobs, is very much shameless about it and will not tolerate bullshit from anyone <3

[infiniteeight8]

IronStrange/Steter crossover prompt? Peter knew Tony through some charity thing before the Hale Fire (they were fairly chummy, well as chummy as two neurotic-in-very-different-ways guys can be) and he ends up going to some Avengers charity thing because Stiles is a /FAN/ of SI's green energy initiatives. Peter ends up introducing Stiles and in the middle of his praising rant (we all know Stiles rants), Stephen asks Stiles who bound his magic and who needs an ass-kicking.

Crossover prompts are always fun! 😀

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When Stephen spots the crisply dressed man with a rather smarmy smile making a beeline for Tony, ushering along his much younger and less crisp date with a grip on his elbow, he braces himself for another round of pseudo polite, empty social chatter. At another event he and Tony might shamelessly roast the man, but tonight they’re both representing and seeking support for a charity; ruffling feathers would be counterproductive.

To his surprise, Tony breaks into a genuine grin when he catches sight of the man. “Peter! Where the hell have you been? It’s been a dog’s age.” The young man snickers at that, for some reason. “The level of snark at these things took a huge hit when you up and vanished,” Tony goes on. 

“A psychopath burned down my home with my family inside and I spent six years in a coma,” Peter said, so airily that Stephen immediately believed it was true. Some things hurt so badly that the only way to talk about them was to pretend they meant nothing at all. “But nevermind me, I’m here for Stiles.” He moves his date forward a step. “When he found out I knew you, he let me have no rest until I agreed to an introduction.”

“Okay, in my defense, Peter is very stubborn about sharing his contacts,” Stiles says. “I learned ages ago that if something’s really important, I should just go for the nuclear option of constant badgering and withheld sex. Saves us both time. Hi! Stiles Stilinski,” he holds out his hand and Tony shakes it, looking a little bemused at the rush of words. “Your green energy initiatives are awesome, and I don’t just mean the arc reactor, even if it is the shiniest jewel in the crown. The innovations in energy storage and transmission—”

Stephen tunes out for a moment. There is something off about Stiles. Frowning, Stephen taps into his magic and immediately stiffens so sharply that Peter, Stiles, and Tony all cut themselves off and turn toward him. Stephen focuses on Stiles. “Who bound your magic?” he demands.

Stiles blanches. “Who did what?”

“Bound your magic,” Stephen repeats. “And poorly, too. Have you been having insomnia? Difficulty concentrating? Headaches? A constant sense of deja vu?”

“All of the above,” Peter says, placing a protective hand in the small of Stiles’ back. “Explain.” 

“Stiles,” Stephen says, “you have a deep well of magical potential. Someone has blocked it off, but incompetently so. Your talents have been battering at the block, which is putting strain on the rest of your mind. If this was done with your permission—”

“No,” Stiles replies, scowling. “Definitely not.”

Stephen presses his lips together. “The block needs to be removed. Immediately. And then we need to find out who did this so that they can answer to the Masters of the Mystic Arts.”

“Not if they answer to me, first,” Peter says coolly, his eyes flashing electric blue. 

“Answers first, queuing up to kick ass second,” Tony puts in. He turns to Stephen. “I’ll make our excuses and meet you at the Sanctum?”

“Yes,” Stephen affirms, and leans in for a quick, grateful kiss. As Tony moves off, he turns back to Peter and Stiles. “Come on, I imagine you want this resolved immediately.”

As he leads them to the ballroom’s exit—portaling in the midst of a crowd is rarely a good idea—Stephen hears Stiles murmur, “A magic user who doesn’t talk in circles. Mark this day on the calendar.”

Apparently the Order has more than one rogue mage to deal with.

[average-mako-enjoyer]

Okay but I love those 😂 please tell me about shitshow 🙏

Not sure if you'd be interested in this because it's my Detroit Become Human Judge Dredd AU.

I have 4 chapters written and I had to write another 10, maybe more I think. It had so many cool ideas, but I started writing in the middle of my writer's block, and I needed a really hard kick in the ass to finish it, and it never came.

But my friend @liss-art drew me some amazing art with one of the main characters!

[danganphobia]

i think because laios and shuro’s clashes in personalities it’s unavoidable that they will fight during their relationship. who do you think would be the first one to reach out first after a fight? (this is just an attempt to make you write angsty hurt + comfort laishuro)

DRABBLE INCOMING!

Toshiro wasn't sure how many beers he had tonight. He sat next to other patrons, the number of guests dwindling as the hours passed. He just wanted to get so drunk he wouldn't have to experience a sober thought until the next morning.

This bar was quiet, two blocks away from their university campus - compared to the ones on the flashier side of town where most students went on Friday and Saturday nights to party hard and forget about responsibilities for the weekend.

For Toshiro, beers sounded more tempting than any club to wash away the stress of exams and back-to-back assignments.

When he asked for another refill, his vision started to blur. Next thing he knew, he heard another voice within earshot.

"He's been here for the past three hours."

"Don't worry, I'll pay for it."

"Uh, that's kind of you, but he's already paid for the whole night."

"Then I'll tip you extra."

Toshiro groaned, facepalming. He didn't have to look to know who it was that just showed up. Laios leaned his body against the counter, trying to peek at his face.

"Kabru said you'd be here."

Saying nothing, Toshiro finished his last beer.

Laios' carried him back to campus on piggyback. It's silent, save for the occasional cars driving through.

"Why did you come?" Toshiro asked stubbornly, the alcohol he drank made him lightheaded. If it weren't for Laios, he'd be unable to walk - but the idiot didn't need to know that. Just two weeks ago, Toshiro remembered storming out of that party Namari and Kabru invited him to, with Laios following after him, asking what his problem was, and everyone outside looking on in curiosity.

"My problem?" Toshiro had asked, sneering. "Don't you see it? This - we - doesn't work! I'm sick of it! All I ever get are stares when I tell them-"

"You're with me," Laios finished with a bitter nod, stopping Toshiro in his tracks. "If you're that embarrassed to be with me, why didn't you say so?"

That was the killer. When Toshiro noticed the eyes on them, Laios staring right at him with disappointment and hurt, Toshiro decided to admit defeat. He had only given a sour apology, leaving the party without another word.

They hadn't talked to each other since then. Toshiro stopped coming to club meetings because he didn't want to risk running into Laios, and unfortunately, Laios was always present. It was fine, their campaign could go on without Toshiro considering where they'd left off anyway.

"Why did I come?" Laios repeated the question, exhaling as he contemplated his answer. "I don't know, actually."

This was why Toshiro couldn't stand him sometimes. He was a very logical person. This was how he was raised, otherwise he'd never be fit to be heir of his father's company. Laios Touden didn't need a reason to do the things he did.

"I don't get it," Toshiro mumbled. This should make him a walking red flag, after all. This was the guy who was known for smoking pigs at clubs, did kegstands at frat parties, and could squirt milk out his eyelids for the hell of it. He was the kind of guy that would make a pristine rich kid's parents like Toshiro's have a heart attack if Laios told them what he'd been up to. They were polar opposites; someone Toshiro would've avoided if it weren't for their mutual friends. "After everything I said to you, you still came to see me."

"Yeah." Laios said, like there was nothing odd about it. It only pissed Toshiro off even more.

"Why?"

"I can't just leave you there. What if you passed out in the middle of the street?"

Toshiro snorted, scoffing. "You are aware that I practice martial arts?"

Laios laughed. "I don't doubt you can probably kick my ass while drunk. Then again, you didn't." Instead, Toshiro was clinging to his back, Laios' cyprus scent calmed him, as it was so welcoming. He hated that. It should make him nauseous if anything. "I can't say for any other stranger that would see you this vulnerable."

"I can take care of myself," Toshiro huffed. "You shouldn't have come."

"I don't care if you're mad at me, because I've already forgiven our fight."

"That's - that's preposterous -" Toshiro sputtered in defense, "Why continue to torment yourself by being seen with me?"

Laios chuckled. "Who said being with you was tormenting?"

Toshiro stayed quiet.

"You might think so, so I'll just have to prove myself to you. Lucky for me, I don't really care what people think," Laios explained, pausing at a stop light. Toshiro's eyes widened when Laios turned his head slightly with a gentle smile. "And you shouldn't either."

Toshiro's heart pounded in his chest. The traffic sign flashed - as Laios was permitted to cross the street.

"Yeah, you were an asshole at that party. But at the end of the day, it doesn't change my feelings for you. I think," Laios sighed, "if you like someone, if you really really like someone, you should let them know as much as you can."

Toshiro reached for Laios' ear and tugged on it.

"Ack!" The noise Laios' made in pain just made Toshiro pull on it tighter until he let go. "What was that for?!" He asked, pouting.

"It's easy for you to say," Toshiro said bitterly. "I've spent my whole life trying to live up to the expectations of others. I don't just do impulsive, stupid things out of my own free will. Which is why - I don't even understand why I have feelings for you, either..."

"Toshiro..."

"I am not worth this trouble. You misguide yourself."

"That's not true," Laios countered in earnest. "Tell yourself that all you want, but to me, you're worth it."

Silent and brooding, Toshiro buried his neck deep into the crook of Laios' shoulder to hide the scarlet in his cheeks.

Laios was like a leech that wouldn't pull himself off Toshiro even if Toshiro tried.

And he'd never admit how nice it felt, to be around someone who didn't expect much from him; just his presence, so they could exist together in a world so unpredictable. The air felt easier to breathe the longer they remained, just being.

[xkaidaxxxx]

Yusei Fudo x Chubby Reader pt.1

Sorry for errors

I accept story requests.

You met Yusei in the middle of the night. You moved back into town once again. You hated moving then coming back to the same town. It was very annoying and frustrating. People come and go. “I didn’t ask to come back to this fucking place so don’t act like the decision you made was for me!” You yelled at your parents. You grabbed your purse and left the house. It was late. The street was wet and there were no stars in the sky. You continued walking. You weren’t lost. After all this is your home town you left and came back like 10 times already. It’s been 2 years since you’ve been there. At a distance you heard motors. A gun went off and the race began. As you crossed the street you paused seeing two duel runners pass by. You locked eyes with a guy a gasp leaving your throat. Once the moment happened you were shocked on how easily you could’ve died especially having an argument with your parents. Not getting a chance to say I love you nor Goodbye.

The following day

As you roamed the halls you bumped into many people. You were short and chubby. Not a good combination you thought. You finally got to your locker. “….excuse me your blocking my locker.” You spoke to a guy with blonde hair. He ignored you. “…excuse me sir.” You said once again. He looked down at you then went back talking to his friend. You’re a short tempered person. You’ve been working with patience. “ EXCUSE ME YOU’RE BLOCKING MY LOCKER.” Kicking his shin as you yelled. He groaned kneeling down rubbing his leg. “ you fucking fat ass that hurt!” He responded. Wherever you went people bullied you. They saw you as an easy target. You frowned putting your science and art journal away. “ you don’t get to be upset ugly. You kicked the living hell out of me. Do you have any idea who I am!?” Jack said. You held your tears back. You dominated your feelings. “Hey leave her alone. It’s not a big deal Jack.” Yusei commented. As you looked at each other everything went silent. It was him. The guy that was dueling. “Yeah whatever. You better watch your back loser.” Jack said leaving to his class. You noticed he put a box in his pocket. His dueling deck? “Sorry about him..that’s Jack Atlas. Not a very friendly guy. Do you need any help finding your way to class?” Yusei asked. “No I know where Ap Spanish Language is at. Thanks for standing up for me I appreciate it.” You said and ran along to class.

You sat down at the desk near the window. Loving the warmth of the sun. The last bell rang as the teacher told everyone to settle down and take out their journal and textbook. Yusei walked in, “ Yusei porque llegas tarde?” The teacher asked. You turn to face Yusei just as everyone did. “ Olvide mi libro.” He responded. He sat next to you. A group of girls whispered and shot a few glances. “Hoy van a responder las preguntas de las páginas 120-135 con su compañero.” The teacher said then sat down at his desk. “Alright…uhh?” “Oh I’m y/n” you responded. “I’m Yusei. Alright Y/n. Let’s get stated.” He replied. You both began the assignment. It was easy and difficult at the same time. You guys exchanged a few jokes. It was a fun class.

Days went on and these stupid group of girls wouldn’t stop bothering you. Of course you always end up crying or being saved by Yusei.

“You should stay away from Yusei. He doesn’t like girls like you. Like you being a blob of fat and with really ugly glasses. Word of advice stop eating and wear contacts.” Emi said soon after releasing the grip off your hair. You cried. This was every morning and evening. You walked home. Alone. Crying. “Hey y/n!” Yusei called out to you. You turned and waved. “Hey come with me. I’m dueling today. Come watch me. It’s so much fun.” He said dragging you along to the where the duels happen. Many people were there. “Don’t say Hi to anyone. Stay close alright.” He ordered. Walking through the crowd was scary. Some guys had tattoos or piercings or both. Girls were dressed up like they don’t own jeans or regular tops. They all looked like they had their own gang. You were correct. Yusei was one of the best and most popular duelist around. His is why girls were so jealous of you. Walking with the Yusei Fudo and your holding onto his arm.“Yusei?” You said holding his arm. “Stay quiet.” He said. Almost scolding you. You nodded after what felt forever you both reached your section. His friends all greeted him. You stood behind him feeling shy. “Yusei why did you bring his blob of fat here?” Emi asked with an angry tone. Everyone tolerated her due to how much money she has. Daddy’s money to be exact. “Don’t talk about her that way. She’s my friend and she’s very beautiful.” He responded. “Yeah…anyways you’re up.” She responded moving out of the way. You saw his duel runner. “Woah. This is yours?” You loved the red color. “Yes it’s mine. Do you want to ride?” He asks handing you an extra helmet. Before you knew it you were on the runner with him racing. You held onto his waist. “Relax, feel the wind blowing.” He said after making his move. You relaxed a bit then fell in love with the feeling. You giggled. “THIS IS AWESOME!!” You yelled as the speed picked up. He looked back at you. He loved your rosey cheeks. How your eyes sparkled. The way you giggled. After a few minutes the Duel ended with Yusei as the victory. “That was such a ru-“ you said being cut off by many girls surrounding him. You got pushed back getting comments such as “move fatty.” “You’re taking up so much space.” “Ugh piglet get out of here.” “What do you eat. Move it.” “How did you mange not to make him lose control of his runner you hippo.” Once you were all the way back tears ran down your cheeks. “You should lose a lot of weight and I mean ALOT of weight. Y/n no one will ever like you looking like that. You have a big stomach..your thighs can basically break anything. Your arms look…ugh. I’d die if I woke up looking fat one day.” Emi said making you cry. Your feelings were hurt. You walked away looking for an exit. “ Need a ride home?” Jack asked. You wiped your tears. “ N-No I don’t need your help.” He rolled his eyes making you sit on his runner. “You were about to walk into another groups section. Being from our team and alone. You’re an idiot. Fat added on that. You need my help.” He drove fast. “873 Asher drive.” You said crying. He’s helping you and being an asshole. “Quit crying loser. Toughen up. No one likes a baby cryer.” He said speeding up like never before thinking it would scare you. You smiled enjoying the rush. “Faster!” You yelled letting go of him raising your arms to the sky. He was shocked but listened to your command. Jack smirked. “Alright fatty see if you enjoy this!” He yelled driving faster. You saw the bridge that was broken in the middle. He jumped over. “ YEAH!!” You yelled laughing. Once you got home your hair was an ugly tangled mess. “I thought I’d scare you.” Was all jack said. “I love the rush. It makes me feel alive. Nice try.” You walked inside. Your parents looked at you upset and worried. “It’s late!! Where the hell were you?”your mom yelled and then embraced you. “Who was that guy you were with?” Your father asked. “I was watching my friend duel. I’m okay. It’s fun.” You replied with a smile on your face. They were shocked.

[carbonbasedmatter]

ig i've had tumblr long enough so here's my intro yay

★ABOUT ME: you can call me trey, tris or something related to my url :) he/they, istp, minor, audhd, south asian, trans guy, demiromantic(?) bisexual

★BYF: this should go without saying but dni if you're racist, homophobic, transphobic, ableist, xenophobic, exclusionist or just discriminatory in general

I made this blog so I could have somewhere to be myself I mainly post about fandom stuff, fictional characters, music, my art, rants and random personal stuff (I also vent here sometimes if you're uncomfortable with that please block the tag)

i'm a multishipper I guess...I don't know I just like analyzing different dynamics between characters and seriously cannot tell the difference between romantic and platonic stuff sometimes

english isn't my native language so sorry if I make mistakes/don't make sense sometimes

other than that im just a teenager so also naturally a bit cringe and annoying (that's what I tell myself anyway😞)

send me asks about me or my interests pls pls pls (school has been kicking my ass lately so it may take me a few days to respond I swear I do like getting them though)

I love talking to people and making friends idc if we have like one thing in common feel free to message me

★LIKES/INTERESTS

reading, art, sleeping, music, alt subcultures, chess, plants, fall, queer history, global history, the middle ages, chemistry(love hate relationship with the subject) crocheting, mbti, skating, philosophy ( esp existentialism), ranting, crystals, sea animals, bats<3

★FANDOMS(idk if i'll post abt all of these lol):

heartbreak high

ghibli movies

osemanverse(mainly solitaire)

mphfpc

bojack horesman

the magnus archives

total drama island

south park

derry girls

the good place

community

parks and recreation

nathan for you

brooklyn nine nine

young sheldon(NOT tbbt)

breaking bad

heathers

mlp

tmnt

star trek

death note

blue period

the promised neverland

the disastrous life of saiki k

gilmore girls

carmen sandiego 2019

the owl house

adventure time

alexa and katie

the worst witch

just add magic

gortimer gibbon’s life on normal street

the perks of being a wallflower

stand by me

a series of unfortunate events

fear street

dead poets society

the outsiders

★MUSIC:

pixies, mcr, mitski, radiohead, mbv, car seat headrest, the front bottoms, system of a down, dazey and the scouts, florence and the machine, asleep at last, teen suicide, queen, neutral milk hotel, nirvana, the cure, the brobecks, paramore, ajj, brockhampton, tyler the creator, childish gambino

(music is my special interest so there's a lot more hehe but I kinda tried to include a few from each genre)

★SOCIALS:

mutuals/followers can ask for them cus im terrified of someone I know irl finding this account lmao

i've gotten really comfortable with tumblr though so this is basically my main form of social media right now

[the-catmans-offical-2]

My art block is kicking my ass rn. I wanna draw, I know what i wanna draw, but I can't draw. And when I get motivation I'm in the middle of working!!

I'm sorry that I haven't been drawing much, I promise to draw soon.

[i-writes-things]

Don't text and swing.

bf!Peter Parker x gf!reader

Warnings- Swearing, fighting

Request: Could I please request a Peter Parker x reader where he is off on patrol and Y/N gets worried bc he isn't texting her (maybe they have a rule where he's supposed to text every 10 minutes or something you choose) and so she goes out for him but he is in the middle of a fight and she gets in the middle of it, using some skills she learned (maybe she took a self defense class cause she is dating a super hero) she tried to help him but she gets beat up and he takes her home and helps her get better?

Not my pic*

“You’ll text me?” You ask, sitting up in bed to receive his goodbye kiss. He pecked your lips and smiled saying,

“I’ll text you, bye.” Once remembering he turned back after jumping out into the hallway, saying, “Love you.” and with a wink he was gone and you were left laying in bed, thinking about your own day.

-

Peter leaves early in the morning and then he would get back late at night, but tonight was different. It is going to be special. You had cleaned the kitchen, the living room and fixed the shower drain for some reason. It just kinda happened. If he was late, like he usually was, he would be home by 8pm. And 8 pm came and went quite quickly, with no Peter Parker crawling through the window.

Usually heaving for breath and you holding him for the first few minutes of his arrival, he usually either just barely got away or had a long swing back to your shared apartment.

May’s old clock that she had given to Peter was ticking in the background of your racing thoughts, wondering if he was okay or if something had happened to him. You know he’ll make it home, so trying to relax you turn on the TV and the first channel that came up was a game show and after getting comfy with blankets and such, you watchedfor almost 10 minutes.

That's when it all started. You get a text from your best friend, MJ saying “Did you see Peter? He’s on the news!” And this made your heart rate go up at an alarming rate.

The next thing you knew you were running down multiple flights of stairs to the bottom floor and sprinting outside, then another two blocks to where the small fight commenced inside a bank. You ran over and almost tripped on the pieces of glass scattered around you. You know advanced martial arts and have since you became an adult, living in this world can be hard sometimes.

You charged, for whatever reason, you mostly weren't sure but knew from the inside that it was true, but you hadn't come to a conscious decision about it til now. Peter only noticed it was you when you rammed one of the ninjas onto the ground, punched them in the nose and stood to get yourself grounded. Then you were pushed across the room, falling hard on the glass shards on the outside of the bank, and upon getting up had cuts everywhere, one that especially hurt caught your attention. Peter now had the time to focus on the other guys, now that you had taken the moment to put one of them on the ground. And got into a rage when you were thrown across the room and onto the street.

This pushed him to take out his two targets in one spinning tornado kick.

-

“Oh. Fuck.”

“Sorry- I’m sorry, baby.”

“Oh, this sucks.”

“It won't suck forever.”

“It's better when you're here.” And with that Peter slowly directed you to the kitchen, knowing you needed some medical attention.

Closing your eyes tight, Peter washed off one of your bigger cuts, on your forearm, under the water of the sink.

God, this hurts like a motherfucker. Peter then bandaged it up and you would twitch at the random instant pains in your arm.

“Why did you come and find me? I was alright.”

“Me? Why didn't I come and save your ass should be your question.”

“That- That doesn't make any- Okay, you're right, baby.”

“And hey, I cleaned this full place for you, mister. You missed the beautiful dinner I made, just for you, too.”

“You did all that for me?” Nodding your head you pulled parker in for a kiss. He smiled and picked it up from the second you touched his lips.

“How about we get out of here?”

“We live here, Parker.”

“This room I mean.”

“If you say so…”

[for-some-reason-i-can-hold-light]

(For some context, this is set about two years before the calamity. [Redacted] still goes by Glow, and also hasn’t started to transition yet. And the people talking to them here are going to refer to them with their given name, but I’m going to block it out. Also they’re all in junior high/middle school. They’d be in 9th I think, if I have my ages right.)

“Man that guy was desperate! I’m surprised you didn’t kick his ass ***!”

She rolled her eyes. “[My counselor’s been trying to help me with the anger issues. And helping me work through some of my anxiety problems. But I’m trying to keep calm.]”

Her cousin laughed. “Still, it’s weird seeing you stay so calm! You’re doing good ***.”

She glanced over at them, and smiled without thinking.

“[Thanks Barbs. I’m glad you think so.]”

Since it’s their lunch break, they go to the normal classroom they hang out in. It’s an old art room that doesn’t get used much. But it has a good view of the crystal walls on the north side of the city.

They’ve been talking for a good while now, when all of the sudden she realizes that Barbs is taking a picture.

“[OI! WHAT THE HELL?]”

Without thinking, she flips off the camera, Aura not realizing what’s happening until a second later.

There’s a pause from Aura and Barbs, both registering what’s happening. The magpie wheezes, and a moment after, Barbs laughs as well. She felt her face go bright yellow, and drew her wings in closer, making a sound of anger without really thinking about it.

“Sorry ***. You were genuinely smiling! It’s been a while since we’ve seen it. I wanted a picture.”

She’s quiet for a second. Aura shoots her a grin, and she sighs.

“[It’s fine. Just give me a heads up next time. You know I’m not a fan of getting my picture taken.]”

Barbs nods, and they continue on with their conversation.

And if her smile was a little wider, well… that was nobodies business now, was it?

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Alright! Some backstory stuff, plus tiny details I’ll mention.

As I’ve said before, Aura is the friend who’s based off a friend of mine from when I was much younger. Much like how she bullied me when we were young, Aura commits her own sort of betrayal to [Redacted], switching sides, and causing the battle that directly results in Fultein’s death. She’s M.I.A. at the end of the calamity, but the odds are she’s dead.

Barbs is another one of [Redacted]’s cousins, who’s only 6 months younger than him. The two were really close, but he’s also missing at the end of the calamity, and they haven’t found him yet. But much like Lumen, it’s up in the air if he’s actually dead.

NOW- tiny details. Much like me at this point in my life, [Redacted] has not realized that he’s trans, and has not started to transition. I’ve also given him some piercings he doesn’t wear now. He’s got snakebite piercings, which I’ve honestly wanted to get so many times but haven’t. His earrings are also different, and even though I didn’t sketch it in, he had a nose ring too, one on the side.

Also, since Aura is a magpie, I added some white streaks into her hair. And me making her a magpie might or might not be entirely out of spite for the real person, since magpies are 100% considered trash birds here where I live (they steal our peaches off our trees), and I generally don’t think of this person fondly. So I decided it fits.

[cowardlybean]

your ask button is so tiny it’s so funny

anywho ask game mob psycho fucking all the questions. all of them. i didn’t even read it just answer them all i wanna know

This is gonna be a long ass post :3

the character everyone gets wrong: Tome is a speculative biology enjoyer. thats it thats the post! I also feel like Teruki is more violent than people portray him

a compelling argument for why your fave would never top or bottom: I’mmmm not answering this (cannot decide a fav and most characters are minors lmaooo)

screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr : the worst take ever is shipping Reigen and Mob. Gross! Die.

what was the last straw that made you finally block that annoying person?: I haven’t been here long enough to have any annoying people

worst discord server and why: not in any

which ship fans are the most annoying?: if you ship rei//mob. DIE!

what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?: i already hated Mogami (not from a narrative standpoint, i LOVE the Mogami arc its gutwrenching) but aBoT fic made me hate him even more. KILL HIM!!!

common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about: Tome is aroace i don’t make the rules (is projecting) but in all seriousness I Really prefer Mob being aroace because his relationship with Tsubomi really reflects my aromantic experience of making up a crush because that’s what I assume it’s supposed to be

worst part of canon: i love the entire show. sooo. i mean i guess its hard for me to watch Reigen on the psychic tv show bc of secondhand embarrassment kicking my ASS

worst part of fanon: sexualizing middle schoolers

number of fandom-related words you've filtered: idk but they’re all gross ships

the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them: not unpopular in the “people hate her” sense but Tome needs more attention, shes so autism and i love her role in the Reigen manga

worst blorboficiation: I haven’t been here long but I haven’t seen a lot of Dimple character study content, usually he's just there because he's always there

that one thing you see in fics all the time: autistic Mob and trans Reigen (positive)

that one thing you see in fanart all the time: older Mob being taller than Reigen which I think is silly <3

you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc): idk how popular it is but mob sympathizing with Mogami just. is not my thing

there should be more of this type of fic/art: Reigen in mogamiland, its so interesting to me

it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on...: BROCCOLI ARC BODY HORROR!!!!!!!!!!! Honestly its fucking terrifying already when Mobs friends slowly convert to Dimple-ism but can you imagine. The roots creeping beneath. :3 AND ALSO Reigen having a fear of being on live tv is underrated 

you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like...: not genuinely ashamed but my guilty pleasure is bashing Reigen over the head with angst

part of canon you found tedious or boring: cant think of any

part of canon you think is overhyped: also cant think of any rn

your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores: the fact that spirits have the power to brainwash without possessing people?? like Dimples two cults are. terrifying!! bc Mob couldn’t sense a spirit changing their minds bc Dimple was chilling in the broccoli

ship you've unwillingly come around to: not genuinely upset about it but I was so surprised I ended up liking yoshieku (Dimple x security guard) the bond between an evil spirit and the man he randomly possessed is incredible

topic that brings up the most rancid discourse: dunno any

common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing: also dunno any

[imekitty]

I promised Chin I would write a one-shot for this and I finally got around to it.

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Valerie threw another punch. Then another. And another. Danny blocked each one.

The small crowd around them gasped and squealed. Valerie smiled to herself, used to having a captive audience. Everyone in the dojo always wanted to watch when Danny and Valerie sparred.

And she couldn’t blame them. Danny was an expert fighter just like she was, his Muay Thai moves tangling and dancing with her kickboxing so beautifully. And neither of them ever used protective gear, completely content with feeling the full force of each other’s blows.

Not that it was easy to land a hard hit on Danny without being blocked. Valerie had to wonder if Danny was practicing somewhere outside of the dojo to get this good.

He was the first sparring partner she ever had that could actually make her break a sweat.

Danny came in with two quick uppercuts. Valerie swiveled around one and blocked the other. Gasps and whispers from the crowd. He came at her again, fist aimed at her face. Valerie deflected the punch and aimed a kick right into his gut, knocking him backward onto the floor. Danny grunted and clutched his middle, rolling once before lying flat on his back, panting and chuckling as he allowed his limbs to splay in defeat.

The crowd applauded and whooped, a few of the girls bemoaning Danny’s defeat. Valerie shook her head and laughed, well aware that there was a strong second reason the two of them fighting usually drew a crowd: No other guy in the dojo looked better shirtless than Danny did.

Valerie walked up to Danny and stood over him with balled fists on her hips. Danny stared up at her, his bare chest and face flushed red, sweat glistening on his skin and clinging to his dark hair.

“Boy, I sure do love kicking your ass,” said Valerie, trying not to show just how out of breath she was.

Danny smiled. “I can tell.”

The crowd around them dispersed, many going back to their own lessons and sparring sessions. Valerie extended a hand to help Danny up. Danny eyed it warily.

“You’re not going to throw me this time, are you?” he asked.

Valerie snickered. “Well, it’s no fun if you know I’m gonna do it.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

“Ugh, fine. No, I won’t throw you this time, you big baby.”

Danny raised a brow, still not grabbing her hand.

“I promise.” Valerie shook her hand in front of his face. “Come on already or you’re gonna have to get up on your own.”

Danny took hold of her wrist, and Valerie closed her fingers around his as well.

“I’m trusting you,” he said with a groan as he used his other hand to push himself off the floor.

“Ruining my fun,” Valerie muttered as she pulled him up to his feet.

“Ah, come on. You know you always have fun with me,” teased Danny, playfully bumping her with one arm.

“Hmm. True.” Valerie bumped him back. “You’re the only one who ever gets back up after I beat him down.”

She led the way to a bench against the wall where they had earlier placed their towels and water bottles. They collapsed, sighing as they used the towels to mop the sweat off their faces and chests. Valerie then placed her towel in her lap while Danny slung his behind his neck and over his shoulders.

“You ready to call it a day?” asked Valerie after taking a long gulp of water and pulling off her gloves to air them out.

Danny swallowed his own swig of water and let his head fall back against the wall. “No. I need to train myself to fight through the pain.”

Valerie raised a brow. “Why would you need to train yourself to do that?”

“Oh. Um.” Danny shrugged. “Just a personal goal of mine.”

“Hmm.” Valerie scrunched her mouth. “You know, you never told me why you took up martial arts.”

“Didn’t I?” Danny rubbed his neck. “Well, my mom had me take karate lessons when I was a kid, and so I—”

“No, no, I remember you telling me how your mom is a ninth-degree black belt in karate and she made you and Jazz take lessons, too. But I mean, why do you keep doing it even now as an adult?” asked Valerie. “It can’t just be out of nostalgia.”

Danny looked out at the other sparring students. One boy was knocked onto his back while his partner stood over him. “No,” he said eventually. “You’re right.”

Valerie waited for Danny to say more, but his gaze was distant now.

“I know Dash used to bully you back in high school,” said Valerie gently, tentatively. Danny turned his face back to her but did not seem irritated or upset. “I remember how he’d sometimes get all the A-List jocks to join in,” she continued.

Danny nodded but did not respond.

“Do you wish you could’ve been strong enough to fight them?” asked Valerie. “Is that why you’re here sparring with me now, because you don’t want to be a victim again?”

Danny hummed and looked out at the main dojo floor again. “I sometimes wish I could’ve done something about him, yeah.” He smiled at her, playfully. “Do you think I’d stand a chance against him now?”

“I think you could knock him into next week now,” said Valerie, laughing. “But you know you’re not supposed to use martial arts for revenge.”

Danny’s expression became serious. “I would never. This isn’t about that, really.” He looked down at his hands, curling them into fists. “I just…want to be able to protect myself and people I care about.”

“Protect them from what?” asked Valerie. “People like Dash? Or something else?”

Danny said nothing, staring out at the floor. Valerie sensed that there was something he wasn’t telling her.

“One more round?” asked Danny suddenly, rising to his feet.

Valerie blinked and stayed seated. “Right now?”

“Yeah, I’m ready.”

“You’re not gonna ask me why I keep up my fighting skills?”

Danny shrugged. “I already know.”

Valerie tried to hide her panic. There was no way he knew about her secret part-time job as a ghost hunter, right? “You do?” she asked nervously.

“Uh—oh.” Danny looked down at her, also appearing a little nervous before flashing a smile. “I mean, yeah, of course I do. To kick my ass, obviously.”

He laughed. Valerie joined in, her frayed nerves smoothing over.

“But, uh…” Danny lowered himself onto the bench again. “I’m guessing that’s not the only reason, is it?”

“It’s a big reason,” said Valerie, “but no, not the only one.”

Danny waited, looking at her expectantly.

“Well, I’m not just gonna tell you!” Valerie squeezed his shoulder and shook it. “It’s a secret.”

“But I told you mine,” said Danny with a small whine.

“No, you didn’t,” said Valerie. “There’s something else you’re not telling me, another much bigger reason why you come here and spar with me every week.”

“N-No, there’s not.”

“Yes, there is. Don’t lie to me.”

“Well, maybe I just want to see you,” said Danny with a coy smile.

“Cute.” Valerie rolled her eyes. “But you’re not here just to flirt with me either. Plus I’ve seen you checking out the other girls here.”

Danny reddened. “I do not.”

“It’s fine.” Valerie waved a dismissive hand. “They’re all checking you out, too.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s you they’re looking at, not me.”

“You’re the one not wearing a shirt, buddy.”

“But your muscles are bigger than mine.”

“That’s because I actually lift weights.” Valerie held up her bare arm and flexed a biceps muscle. “What do you do when you go to the gym?”

“I lift weights, too,” insisted Danny, pressing his flexed biceps next to hers. “See?”

Valerie laughed and lowered her arm. “So are you really saying you work out and come here just to get my attention?”

“Would that be a problem?”

He tilted his head and flashed a winning smile, adorable and sweet, strands of hair still damp with sweat sticking to his forehead and over his ears.

“Tell you what.” Valerie patted his cheek. “I’ll tell you my real reason I keep fighting when you tell me yours.” She started putting her gloves back on. “Since there’s definitely something you’re hiding.”

“You really think you can read me that well?” asked Danny, smiling as he adjusted the wrap on his hands.

“Like a book.” Valerie snapped her gloves into place and stood. “Now are you up to getting your ass kicked one more time today?”

“You betcha,” said Danny, still sitting on the bench as he rolled his neck and shoulders.

Valerie held out a hand to help him stand. Danny stared at it before looking up at her with a cocked brow.

“I’m not going to throw you, jeez,” huffed Valerie.

“But you want to.” Danny hopped to his feet on his own. “I can see it in your eyes.”

“Our fans love when I do it,” said Valerie, gesturing to a group of onlookers that were already gathered to watch their next sparring match.

Danny clapped a hand on Valerie’s shoulder. “Let’s give them a great show, then.”

Valerie started reaching for Danny’s hand with her own.

“Without throwing me,” laughed Danny, pulling his hand away before she could grab it.

Valerie mock pouted. “Why do you keep ruining my fun?”

Danny smirked and crossed his arms. “You can always find plenty of other ways to have fun with me.”

Valerie returned the smirk before leading the way to the middle of the dojo. Students and onlookers began chattering in anticipation of another epic sparring match.

Oh, yes. She always had tons of fun with Danny.

I imagine Maddie had Danny take martial arts lessons when he was a kid. He didn’t really stick to it after the accident, but he later picked it up again and continued to do so in college. He finds out Valerie goes to the same dojo and they become sparring buddies. She never fails to kick his ass. :p

[bigmouthlass]

Title:  Overdone

Author:  BJ

Fandom:  Supernatural

Rating:  Explicit

Pairing: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester/Reader, Dean Winchester/You, Sam Winchester/Reader, Sam Winchester/You, Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester/Reader, Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester/You

Synopsis: Confinement plus stress plus strong drugs is a dangerous mix.

Tags:  Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Female Reader, Female You, Castiel, Surprise Cameo, If I Told You It Wouldn't Be A Surprise Would It? Wincest, Angst, Dubious Consent, S5, Offscreen CSA, Offscreen Rape/Non-con, Drug Use,

AN:  Dubious Consent tag is in place because there are strong intoxicants involved and judgement is definitely impaired.

Be nice to me, I haven't written slash in a very long time. And I find it difficult to write something that's explicitly refuted, in plain language, in canon. But . . . @sam-is-my-safe-word told me @runawaydr3amerao3 was thinking of goat sacrifice to get me to write something Wincest.

I'm doing this for the goats.

All recognizable intellectual properties are owned by their respective creators and holders of any copyrights or trademarks. This is a not-for-profit work of fan art and protected by Fair Use.

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It’s starting to snow again, driving day down into night. Ground lights beam up at the motel’s sign, making a point of light in the dark. The place itself is a block of standard rooms and a collection of tiny cabins. The one you’re splitting with the Winchester brothers is way in the back, Dean’s Chevy parked in front. Dim light shines through frost-etched windows.

You park your Cherokee under the bare skeleton of a tree. Without the engine noise the quiet is dense, a silence that only comes in deep winter. You’re in . . . where are you? Some half-dead bedroom community somewhere around Benton Harbor, you think. The world is all dirty, melted-then-refrozen snow and mud and gray road slush. Dean had spent a good ten minutes whining about what the salt must be doing to his car until you’d run out of patience and told him to shut up.

Sam lays his head back against the front seat headrest, tired eyes slipping closed and a tired sigh slipping from his lips. Dean had won the coin toss for the shower so Sam had come with you on a supply and supper run. Snacks, hot food, cold beers, medication, ammunition, and all that jazz. “You okay?” you ask him.

“Yeah,” he says, opening his eyes. One big hand makes a fist the size of a football, shakes out, contracts again. “Just bruised I think. You?”

“Same,” you say. “Grab the drinks would you please?”

In the outside air, your body contracts. Might just be bruises but damn they hurt. Plastic bags crackle in your cold hands. You’re getting too damn old for this, too many hard days dragging your ass all over Gaia’s muddy bloody earth. At least this shitshack’s got reliable heat. Some rest, some food, a good night’s sleep-- cures most ills.

“Took you long enough,” Dean grouches as you kick the door shut behind you. He tosses a grimy towel into the kitchen sink. The cabin smells of spent gunpowder and gun oil.

“After school crowd,” you grunt. “Got stuck behind a bus in the drive-thru.”

You spread out the hamburgers and everybody digs in. At least they���re hot, and your chilled insides seize the food with relief. All damn day guiding your Jeep to a disused graveyard in the middle of some neglected woods, plus finding the specific magicked tree activated by some idiot kids, plus botching the job of cutting the tree down, plus getting your asses kicked sideways when the original spellwork broke and knocked all three of you back ten yards. One of those hard and thankless days the job kicks your ass with sometimes.

“That’s better,” Dean sighs when he finishes his fries. “What a day. Spent ten minutes in the shower digging mud out of my ass crack.”

“Yeah, you keep on being classy Dean,” Sam says from the bathroom. The door thunks shut and you hear the shower start.

Dean stands, then pitches forward and practically falls in your lap. “Jesus!” you swear together.

“Sorry,” Dean says, levering himself off you carefully and hopping back a step. “Ankle seized up.”

“Well come here,” you say, grabbing the bag with the first aid shit. “Let’s get it wrapped.”

Dean sits and you lift his foot to rest between your knees. “Motherfucker,” you say at the sight of his ankle, swollen and starting to purple. “Why didn’t you say something?”

“I didn’t think it was that bad. It didn’t-- ow! It didn’t swell up until I took my boots off.” Dean reaches and snags the bottle of Wild Turkey, yanking the cork with his teeth and spitting it on the table. “Thanks,” he says as you dump some Advil in his hand.

“Don’t thank me yet. This is gonna hurt like a twisted dick,” you say.

“Okay,” Dean says after throwing the pills down his throat and chasing them with the bourbon. “Okay, let’s do it.”

Dean’s pale and breathing hard by the time you’re done wrapping his foot and ankle. “You’re lucky your car’s an automatic. Working a clutch’d be murder.”

“Yeah, thank God that’s not my pedal foot,” Dean says, taking another gulp. He passes the bottle and you take a mouthful. The liquor settles into your full tummy.

You put Dean’s foot down on the floor. “Rest, cold, all that jazz,” you say. “Go sit up in the bed.”

“Wound service? I could get used to this,” Dean says as you get a cold gel pack out of the freezer.

“Don’t,” you say. Your hand shakes as you turn up the room’s little furnace. “Shit,” you sigh, feeling tension lingering throughout your body. Hard, cold knots untouched by heat or food or drink or safety.

“Hey-- could you bring me one of those Hostess pies?” Dean asks, pointing at the stack of snack pies.

“Where would you put it?” you ask, tossing him the wrapped treat.

“We skipped lunch, remember?”

“I know, I was there,” you say.

Dean sits up against the bed’s headboard and hands you a pillow. You elevate his leg and drape the blue gel pack over his wrapped ankle. “What’s with the snacks?” Dean says, eyeing the piles of grocery bags.

“Mother always told me never go grocery shopping hungry. You always buy too much,” you say. “Besides, with the snow coming we might be stuck here a couple days-- oh wait, one of us has four-wheel drive and all-weather tires and a winch--"

“Shut up,” Dean growls.

Sam emerges from the bathroom, wearing a pair of sweatpants and toweling his hair. You swallow. Sam presents a feast for the eyes, bruises and all. It’d be downright sacrilegious to not take a nibble, vision-wise. “Shower’s free,” he grunts.

“How’s the hot water?” you ask, grabbing your bag.

“Okay,” Sam lies.

You make it quick and finish your hair just as the hot water runs tepid. Oh well, your mother also told you that hot water is bad for the hair. Not that you care. Your hair covers the top of your head, your face covers the front, and that’s about all you expect from those two things.

Your hands shake as you rinse off your toothbrush. “Shit,” you repeat from earlier. It gets like this, sometimes, after a hard day or on the tail end of . . . of too much. Some human bodies thrive under stress. Yours doesn’t. Everything just keeps building until your psyche disintegrates into seething ragefits or utter shutdown. You don’t know how the Winchesters do it, honestly, cranking out case after case after case with barely a night off in between.

You pull on some soft pajama pants and a tank top, covering up with an oversized fleece. You emerge from the bathroom to see Sam mending a hole in some jeans and Dean flipping listlessly through an issue of Car and Driver magazine. The TV chatters. “What’s on?” you ask, enthroning yourself in the cabin’s big lounge chair.

“Just the news,” Sam says.

The three of you watch the weather report. Snow, snow, and more snow. And as an extra middle finger from the fates-- “Aw, fuckersnackle,” you growl at the sight of a gushing water main. “Look-- US-12’s shut down. With 94 all torn up good luck getting through Indiana tomorrow . And Chicago at rush hour in the middle of a snowstorm? Eat my fuck.”

Dean watches the footage of snow-covered road and cusses. “Let me guess. The next best route is through Indianapolis or whatever.”

“Pretty much. You guys’re planning on South Dakota next, right?” Consulting your mental map, you say, “Well it’s either hang out here until MDOT gets the roads open or you could go north, cross the bridge, and kick west across the UP.”

“Minneapolis in February? Pass,” Dean says.

“Give my regards to Ishpeming, Michigan,” you remark.

“What?”

“Never mind.”

Sam grumbles as he thumbs the remote. “Snow must be messing with the signal,” he states the obvious, as channel after channel of pixelated mess flips by. All that comes in clear is, God save us, Inside Edition.

Somehow these two overgrown toddlers make an argument out of it.

With just the two beds, you’ve been making do with a recliner and some blankets. You curl up in the chair and close your eyes. They open right back up again. So, sleep isn’t happening tonight despite being so tired your eyes are crossing. If you try, you’re just going to lie awake listening to Sam and Dean snoring. In harmony.

You run down your options far as relaxing. Booze? Not reliable, and hangovers suck. Sex? So not advisable. Exercise? Not with snow falling in bushels outside and the wind starting to pick up.

Dean shucks off his shirt and your heart skips a beat. Easy to miss because he layers up but goddamn, the man looks pretty fucking good in just a T-shirt. “That’s better.”

“How are you not roasting?” Sam demands as you shift and stretch.

You actually are, yet you’re still shivering.

The hell with it. If these two have a problem they can go sleep in the car. You dig in your first aid kit and find the little green box you got for your birthday one year. Metaphor for how bad habits shift as you age you suppose-- instead of Magic cards the box holds a mini Bic lighter, a small pipe with rainbows banding the stem, and a Baggie holding some shredded greenery.

So much for the hypnotic power of tabloid news; you look up from your hands and meet two sets of wide eyes. “What? Either of you allergic?” At the harmonized No, you go back to packing your pipe.

“Um . . .” Dean says, “is that--"

“Yes,” you cut him off, impatient for relief now that the decision’s been made. The green box is always your last resort when you get like this; bud’s too damn expensive to be your go-to chemical relief. “Any opinions either of you have on the subject, speak now so’s I can tell you to shut up and go fuck yourself. It’s been a very hard few weeks.”

“Yeah, heard that,” Sam says.

Dean’s head whips around. He looks shocked. Hell he looks horrified. “No.”

Sam shrugs. “Couple times around finals. Didn’t do much for me. It was probably just lawn clippings anyway.” He studies you for a moment as you pack the bowl. “Actually . . . is--is it okay if I share some?”

“Sammy!”

You bust out laughing. Dean’s voice had jumped into a total mom-squeak.

“Two words Dean-- doublemint twins,” Sam snaps, and he sounds pissed.

“All right all right all right, unknot your boxers, calm down. I’m just saying . . . y’know, maybe someone fresh off of a,” Dean’s eyes flick to you, “situation, should maybe avoid drugs.”

Scratch pissed, Sam looks homicidal. He gets to his feet. “If I can be trusted around booze I can be trusted around weed,” he says, dragging over one of the dining chairs and turning it backwards to sit straddle. “Pass it over.”

“Ah, yes kýrios, I obey kýrios, not like it’s my weed or anything,” you snark. A tremor fouls your grip and the pipe slips through your fingers. Clunk back into the card box. “Fishshit!” you snap as you repack the spilled shreds.

“You okay?” Dean asks, and you’re too busy lighting the bowl to answer.

Smoke rasps your throat as you pull down from the diaphragm, scratches at the delicate blood-lined tissues deep within. Holding the smoke, you hand your pipe to Sam. He takes a shallower draw. Smart guy.

Another big hand shoves blocks Sam’s handoff. “Give it here,” Dean orders, snapping his fingers.

You flick a little help yourself gesture at him. Maybe getting nice and baked will make him dial back the dipshit behavior a bit. Sam too. The both of them, they’ve been snide and antagonistic all day.

Your lungs run out of oxygen and you release the smoke nice and slow. Beside you Dean sets your pipe to his lips and pulls. Slow, deep, and smooth. “Mmm,” he grunts, handing the pipe back to you. “Good stuff.”

It is. You pay good money and you’ve got a friendly connection. “Life’s too short for shitty weed,” you say, setting the pipe to your lips and taking another hit.

The pipe makes another round. The drugs settle into your blood and over your ragged nerves. Like a warm, heavy blanket. The static in your brain quiets, tension eases.

“Wait,” Sam says as he watches his big brother take a hit smooth and easy. His eyes pop open wide. “You’ve done this before!” he says, bold and accusing.

“Ding ding ding! Tell him what he’s won Vanna-- wow it’s an all expenses paid trip to ObviousLand,” Dean says, glowering.

“Jesus Christ-- you’re such a fucking hypocrite, you know that? Getting on my case for experimenting a little in college when you’re toking up on hunts--”

“Okay, one, never on hunts. And two, the last time I got high I got paranoid and almost shot Dad.” Dean holds up his right hand. “Dad broke two of my fingers getting the gun out of my hand, then he kicked my ass so hard I was pissing blood for a week. Any other fucking questions?”

“HEY!” Both brothers glare at you and your heart stutters. Angry Winchesters are fucking scary. “My pipe, my weed, my rules. Anyone else behaving like a bitchy titwillow gets to sleep in the snow.”

They both lift empty hands. Then Dean’s eyebrows drop. “’Bitchy titwillow’?”

“Gimme the damn pipe.”

Another round and finally, you can feel the tightness in your body coming loose. Fatigue becomes a pleasant lingering on empty, instead of lead in your muscles and poison in your blood. Sam’s posture is starting to loosen. Paradoxically, he looks even bigger when he’s not being all tense and controlled. Dean’s eyes are coming over red and one of his hands is twitching a little beat on his thigh.

“How’re you guys feeling?” you say.

“Good,” Sam says, his head resting on his folded arms. “Real good, actually.” He sniffles, wipes under his nose with a finger. “Dean’s right, this is good stuff.”

“Blow your nose Sammy,” Dean says. He gropes for the remote control. “Think maybe The Wall’s on?”

“Aw hell naw,” you say. “That’s like, number five of Movies Not To Watch Stoned unless you like dreaming about vagina mantis monsters coming to eat you. Which now that I think about it--” you start giggling.

Sam snort-giggles. Sounds weird coming from him. “He probably does. He watches Japanese cartoon porn.”

“Uck!” you say, setting your pipe on the table. “Like Bible Black and shit like that?”

“Shut up,” Dean tells both of you. Sam giggles and Dean turns red to match his eyes.

Wow. Sam laughs, and Dean blushes. Truly a night for revelations, you think.

Thanks to the heavy snow and the wind whipping it around, the TV reception’s still shit. “We could always make fun of his technique,” Dean says, pausing on a grainy video of some dipshits in orange-splotch hunting gear holding rifles like they think they’re badass.

“Just turn it off,” you say. “Sam would you grab the radio out of the bathroom please?”

“Sure.” More feasting for the eyes, watching Sam uncurl himself to his feet and walk to the bathroom. Down girl, you think to yourself, that ass is way out of bounds.

“Grab us some beers while you’re up,” Dean calls. “I’m thirsty.”

“Nice to meet you Thirsty,” you introduce yourself. You and Dean share a chortle.

Sam fetches the radio and fishes a fresh sixpack out of the fridge. Two cans snap free of their rings. Unconscious as a sneeze, the Winchester brothers tap their beers together and salute the sky.

The radio crackles to life. You fiddle with the dial until you find some acceptable background noise, something Bach you think. “There,” you say. “That’s better.”

“What, you don’t feel like enjoying the peace and quiet?” Dean asks.

“What peace and quiet?” you ask back. “You two,” you motion between the guys, “are purely fuckin noisy. Worse’n my nieces and nephews and they have an excuse-- they’re kids.”

“He’s the one lipping off all the time,” Sam says.

“Oh please, you never met a smartass comeback you didn’t like,” Dean snaps back.

Oh it’s gonna be a loooooong night. “Proving my point,” you say as you repack the bowl, “and doing it elegantly.”

“You’re elegantly,” Dean mumbles, underlining the whole thing. It’d be funny if it weren’t so goddamned irritating.

Mid-growl you get an idea. “Watch this,” you say, pulling a deep lungful. Under Sam and Dean’s focused attention -- and wow they got pretty eyes -- you slowly let the smoke plume up from your lips. You suck air through your nostrils and the smoke disappears up your nose. Party trick your connection taught you. Always a show-stopper.

“Oh yeah?” Dean takes the pipe from you. “Check this out.” He takes a hit, and with a tiny huff blows a perfect smoke ring.

“Okay,” you say, “but can you do this?” You stick out your tongue and curl the sides up.

“Careful, your face could stick that way,” Dean says in perfect solemnity. So perfect it hits the collective funnybone and all three of you start giggling.

“Feels good,” you say as the pipe comes back to you. “Good laugh is better than sex.”

“Oh you poor thing,” Dean laments through fresh snickering. “You poor, poor thing. Laughing is not better than sex.”

“Unlike you,” you say, handing the pipe to Sam who’s watching the conversation with bug-eyed absorption, “I can live without sex. I cannot live without a good belly laugh every now and then.”

Dean takes the pipe from Sam and studies you as he takes a hit. “This is the part where we pretend you weren’t petting the kitty in the shower earlier.”

“EW!” you shriek. “I was not!”

“No, Dean’s right,” Sam says.

Dean blinks. “I’m sorry, can I get that in writing? You thing I’m right about something?”

“Shut the fuck up. I mean,” Sam says, “are we talking about sex as in ‘with another person intercourse’ sex or ‘just an orgasm’ sex?”

You feel yourself turn red. “Shut up Sam.”

Dean’s expression turns thoughtful. “That’s a good point dude. How often do you get yourself off?”

“Shut up Dean!”

“I bet you flick the light switch a lot more often than you laugh.”

“I’m not even gonna answer that!”

“Truth, or Dare,” Sam says, like he’s pronouncing a sentence of life imprisonment.

“Right,” Dean says. “Isn’t it true you come more often than you laugh?”

“Fuck both y’all, I ain’t playin,” you say, shoving the universal communicator in their faces.

“Answer the question or take the dare. Those’re the rules,” Sam says, stern in the eyes and giggly around the lips.

The notion of a dare from these two is fucking terrifying. “Fine,” you growl. “It probably is true, and how fucking sad is that?”

“Very, actually,” Sam says, the smile dropping from his lips.

Oh God, not a morose silence. Morose silences equal pouty stoners. There will be no pouty stoners on your watch. “My turn!” you say, taking the pipe from Dean and taking a hit. Oh that’s better. With the release of tension, blood’s flowing under your skin and you can feel warmth passing through you. All kinds of warmth, you think, studying the breadth of Sam’s shoulders and the sheer size of his hands. Your pipe looks like a toothpick in his fingers. A weird, lumpy toothpick. “Okay,” you say. “Sam.”

Sam breathes crosswise and coughs out a cloud of white smoke. “Me? Why me?”

“Cuz life ain’t fair that’s why,” you say and Dean busts out laughing. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Sam says without hesitation.

“Okay,” you say. After a moment’s thought, you say, “I dare you, to go stand out in the snow, for one full minute, iiiiiinnnnnn . . .” you draw out because drama, “nothing but your pants.”

“Is that all? Gimme something difficult,” Sam says, getting to his feet and shucking his shirt. “One full minute. Starts when the door opens.”

“Nope,” you say. “Your ass is climbing on top of that snowpile in front of Dean’s car and standing like Christ The Redeemer for sixty Mississippis-- sixty Mississippis,” you repeat, giggling as you stand.

“You’re mean,” Sam says. “And tiny,” he adds, peering down at you as you shove your bare feet into your boots. “You’re a tiny, tiny thing.”

“Means I don’t have to reach to twist your sack off like it’s a lump of pizza dough,” you snarl at him, still giggling.

Outside, snow’s falling in thick clumps. It’s a snow globe scene, very pretty for those into winter wonderlands. You are not one of those, and from the way he’s scowling neither is Sam. “Gimme a hand,” he says, bare feet crunching on the frozen-over bump of plowed snow sitting in front of Dean’s front bumper.

“Yeah, careful,” you say, letting him use your shoulder to brace himself, “careful.”

“Eat me.” Wobbling a bit as he feels for his center of gravity, Sam straightens to his full six-four.

“Okay, arms out,” the muscles in Sam’s bare torso pop and shift as he holds his arms wide. It’s a body to dream on, all right, all long bones and essential muscle. A gust of wind blows some fresh snow off the roof of the cabin to dust his hair. Your voice is husky from more than the weed when you say, “Sixty seconds starts,” you check your watch, “now.”

Cursing you through clenched teeth, Sam holds the pose. He didn’t tie off his sweatpants, they’re hanging low on his hips, showing a flat plane below the navel. An itty-bitty tug is all it would take and there’s the jewels at the end of the treasure trail, and that thought makes you want to knock your head against a wall because fucking tacky.

“Having shrinkage issues Sammy?” Dean yells from the open door. “Bet you’re down to a cocktail weenie and a couple jellybeans.”

“Fuck you Dean,” Sam chatters.

“Almost there,” you say as the second hand ticks. “Four . . . three . . . two . . . one . . . done!”

All at once Sam comes over in shivering. You reach to help him climb down but Dean beats you to it, wrapped ankle and all. “You suck,” Sam declares as he ouchie-walks over snowy ground and pads back in the cabin.

“You wish,” you retort. Dean hands Sam a towel and takes his phone back. “Did you get pictures?” you ask him as you plop back in your chair.

“Yeah,” he says, still focused on Sam. “How’re your feet? Any numb spots?”

“For God’s sake I’m fine.” Sam shakes Dean’s concern off and grabs a spare blanket, wrapping himself up as he sits down. “See?” He kicks up a foot the size of a toaster oven. “Still got all my toes.”

“Fine fine fine,” Dean says, looking a little hurt. “Excuse me for giving a fuck.”

“You’re excused,” Sam says curtly. “My turn.”

You spread your hands. “Hit me with your best shot babe, I can take it.”

“Not you.” Sam points at Dean as Dean gets himself settled back on the bed. “Dean.”

“Well bring it dickweed, I can take it. Truth.”

Sam grins and your blood goes cold. That’s not a nice grin. “Isn’t it true you got kicked out of school for screwing the vice principal?”

Like flicking a light switch all the good humor and giggles disappear. “No,” Dean says flatly. “That was the time Dad took me on a job and the spirit we were hunting jumped me. Dad shot me with a salt gun.” Sam’s eyes go wide, and you can feel yours doing the same. “That asshole gym teacher saw me bleeding and called the cops.”

Sam’s at a loss for words, a condition you suspect doesn’t happen often. “I-- I didn’t know, I’m sorry dude, I didn’t--”

“Forget it. My turn.” Saying your name, Dean says, “Truth or Dare?”

Throwing caution to the winds, you say, “Dare.”

“I dare you,” Dean says, grabbing a fresh beer, “to shotgun this beer. We got anything that’ll punch a round hole?”

“Hang on,” Sam digs in a duffel bag and comes up with a Philips head screwdriver.

“That’ll do it,” you say, getting up and putting the can down on the kitchen counter. A hard stab down and you got your borehole. Sucking in some deep breaths, you lean over and put your lips to the hole, lift yourself up straight, and crack the can.

“Go, go, go,” Dean starts and Sam joins, chanting as the foamy liquid slams down your throat, “go! go! go!--" just as the can runs empty so do your lungs. Dregs run down your neck and dampen the front of your tank top as you crush the can and throw it in the trashcan. You hold up your hands and take a bow as your audience applauds and whistles.

“Woah,” you say as you take a step and your knees wobble. “Floor’s got a slope to it.”

“Yeah I know,” Sam says, chuckling. His hand lands on your back and yours lands on his shoulder. “Woah, you okay?”

“Nope,” you inform him cheerfully. “I’m stoned, I’m drunk, and I’m still not fuckin sleepy. Gonna make driving really fuckin fun tomorrow.” Gravity sways to the left a bit and the next thing you know you’re sitting on Sam’s lap. “Ope! Sorry.”

“It okay I gotcha,” Sam says, letting you squirm yourself stable.

“Hey,” Dean says, “you’re giving out lapdances, I wanna turn.”

“Go suck a dead man’s cock, Winchester. Truth or dare?”

“Two turns in a row? That’s not fair!” Dean says.

“Tough shit. Pick or I pick for you shitkitten.”

“Can I just say,” Sam says, turning you to sit slantwise. It’s the most natural thing in the world to drape your arm around his shoulders. “I love your way with words.”

“Why thank you!” you beam at him, pinching his cheek and giving him that mob boss smack.

“Hey!” Dean snaps. “Dare, dare, I take dare.”

Okay, what to dare? You need to be careful. You get the idea Dean’s the type to do anything on a dare. In the background the radio’s playing-- “Oh!” you got it. “I dare you toooooo . . . sing a showtune.”

Dean blinks. “Seriously? Is that all?”

“Yep. Favor us with a song. And ya gotta belt it, like blow the roof off. Broadway is not for pussies.”

Something harsh congeals in Dean’s eyes, something way too sober considering how much drinking and smoking he’s done. He takes a swallow of beer, clears his throat, and starts . . .

A vague memory of dusting furniture with your Mom on Saturday afternoon floats through your brain as a quick anecdote about a Minnesota man and a Mississippi girl trips off Dean’s tongue, light and easy. Then about a guy who bought his wife a ruby with money he didn’t have-- Dean darts a poisonous look your way and Sam stiffens. The overheated air in the cabin goes icy. “Love is just another thing that licked ‘em, and it looks like Sammy’s just another victim,” Dean snaps, and if his glare was poisonous before it’s fucking radioactive now.

“All right that’s enough--” Sam tries to out-chill him.

Dean’s volume climbs until your ears ring. “When you see a guy, reach for stars in the sky, you can bet he’s doin it for some dooooooll. When you spot a John waitin out in the rain, chances are he’s insane as only a John can be for a Jane.”

And on it goes, Dean’s surprisingly sure and steady baritone belting out an ode to stupid things done by stupid men to please the women taking advantage of them. A glance at Sam’s face and you cringe yourself down as small as you can. Speak of mutually assured destruction-- the glares they’re giving each other would reduce lesser men to ash.

“There,” Dean says, holding the final Doll so long his face turns scarlet. “Happy?”

“You got something you wanna say to me Dean?” Sam asks.

“Like you’d listen if I did.” Snapping your name before Sam can get a word in edgewise, Dean says, “Truth or Dare sweetheart?”

“Truth,” you say. That you’ve misread the depths of the unresolved hostility between these two is beyond denying at this point. You need to get this back on funny ground before things deteriorate further.

“Isn’t it true you’ve slept with another woman?”

Oh thank God, here’s something to get everybody distracted. “Sure,” you say, shrugging.

Dean blinks. “Seriously? Just like that?”

“You want me to draw you a diagram or something?” A moment of recall and you say, “She was a friend of my roommate when I got out of high school. I was going through an experimental phase at the time--"

“For science,” Dean notes and you crack up.

“So what conclusions did you draw from your data-gathering?” Sam asks, snickering.

“That I am definitely straight,” you say. “I mean, no regrets or anything and it was nice, but my life didn’t change or anything. What can I say? Cocks are more fun to play with. I mean,” you say, becoming aware all over again how warm you are, how sensitive your skin’s become. Sam’s lap is a nice place to sit. Dean’s eyes on you, those are more than just nice. “I mean-- I mean,” you say, “they hop up and say Howdy if you give’em an itty-bitty tickle in the right spot--” you hold up a hand and wiggle your fingers, like scritching under a cat’s chin, “you know the spot, underside, right near the tip? It’s adorable. Then I give ‘em a teensy little kiss, then maybe an itty-bitty little lick.” You demonstrate on your upper lip. “And balls? Those’re fun too. Pussy ain’t nearly so . . .” you grope for the right word, “interactive. With a dick there’s plenty of feedback to let you know you’re doing it right.”

“Jesus,” Dean swears.

You laugh, low and wicked. “You cannot embarrass me Winchester,” you say as you get up off Sam’s lap. Sam shoves at his crotch, making the boner he’s trying to hide that much more obvious. “Remember it.”

“Oh, while you’re up, grab me some of those bullshit Cheetos,” Sam says.

“I thought you only ate bark’n’rabbit food,” you say. You contemplate the logistics of digging that one specific bag out of the pile of bags, say fuck it and start grabbing handles. When the munchies hit you they tend to hit hard and may the fates forgive anyone who gets between you and the Little Debbies.

“Bad diet when I was a kid. Fucked my metabolism,” Sam says. “Everything goes straight to my gut.”

“What gut?” you ask, shooting a pointed look at Sam’s ripply tummy. It’s a very nice tummy, the abdominals making neat little rounded-off squares and the vee between torso and thigh all nice and clear.

The smile’s gone from Dean’s face again. “You never missed a meal bitch. Shut up.”

“Dean I didn’t mean--"

“Forget it, never mind-- seriously how are you not fucking frying in that thing?” Dean asks as you waddle back with your hands full.

Now that he mentions it, you are way overheated. You put the bags of snacks on the bed next to Dean’s hip and unzip your fleece. Shuck and you stretch to hang it on the coathooks by the door. You take a minute to stretch, lifting your arms high and keeling out your sternum. Your backbone pops and resettles. “Ah. That’s better.”

It doesn’t occur to you that you’re down to a tank top and no bra until you come down from your stretch and see Sam and Dean, staring at you like they want to eat you. “What?”

“Maybe you should put that back on?” Dean asks, and the flirty slant he’d normally put on the words isn’t there. Instead he sounds . . . nervous?

Between the beer and the weed and the heat and the stress, your sense of propriety’s gone with no forwarding address. So is your sense of danger, leaving naught but a little note on her chair saying I TRIED TO WARN YOU DUMBASS. “Oh please. I ain’t pretty, I ain’t rich, and considering you flirt with anything that wears tits, your attention ain’t flattering.” With that sentiment delivered, you plop back in your chair and pull your legs up to sit crisscross. “Gimme that box with the cake rolls.”

“Didn’t know you were a closet cocktease,” Sam mutters.

If you were in arm’s reach you’d slap his jawbone off for that. Instead you snap, “Truth or Dare Sam.”

“Truth,” he says, jaw set and angry dimples denting his cheeks.

“Isn’t it true that you’ve let another man fuck you?” Dean coughs around his mouthful of Funyons and starts choking. Unsympathetic, you clarify, “As in a male-equipped person has put that equipment inside your body.”

“It is not,” Sam says, decisive enough you know it’s the truth and with a tiny guilty glimmer that says he’s leaving something out.

“Were you the one doing the fucking?” you demand.

“Not answering that. This is Truth or Dare not an interrogation,” Sam says.

“Answer the question Sam.”

You and Sam look at Dean. That’s his Command Voice, the one he uses when he’s got a gun in his hand and something’s about to die bloody.

“None of your business, Dean,” Sam says. “Truth or Dare?”

“Truth,” Dean says.

“Have you ever had sex with a guy? Mister Overcompensation I’m So Straight I’m A Ladder--"

“Yes.”

Sam blinks. “What?”

“You want truth?” Dean laughs with no mirth. You wish to God you could rewind time and leave your card box in the car for the night. “The truth, is I lost my ass virginity to the guy who let us live over his garage for a month while Dad was laid up with a busted appendix. Where do you think I got the money for the antibiotics and the groceries? Oh right--“ Dean points a finger at Sam’s shocked face, “you were too busy whining about having to walk a mile through the snow to catch the bus.”

Sam’s face pales even further. “You were--”

“Fifteen. Right. And before you ask, Dad found out and broke the guy’s legs. We had to run when the asshole called the cops.”

“I thought Dad was just skipping out on rent again,” Sam says. “Dean I--"

“Forget it--"

“No,” Sam says, and holy shit he sobered up quick. “No, you don’t get to dump something like that on me, and tell me to forget it.”

“Well shit Sammy, when you spend your entire fucking life blaming me for how much it sucked not having a normal family, yeah, I’m gonna say, ‘Hey, I went hungry for you, I sucked cock for you, I turned bitch for you--'”

“And then you found out I was just a bloodsucking freak and regretted all of it,” Sam says, hard and hateful. “Bet you wish now you’d put a bullet in my head way back when Dad died.” Sam’s voice hitches, he gulps back tears. “Or left me to burn with Jess. Or with Mom.”

All the rage-- hell all the feeling-- wipes out of Dean’s face. “What?!?”

Sam reaches for his phone, shrugging the blanket off his shoulders. “Of course you’d forget leaving me that voicemail when I left to go kill Lilith. Selective memory must be genetic.”

“What, the fuck, are you talking about Sam?”

Sam doesn’t look up as he fingers his phone’s keypad. “I didn’t forget. I’ll remember it until the day I die. But here’s a refresher anyway.”

You revise yourself and wish you hadn’t taken this case at all. Anything to be at least a time zone away, as Dean’s voice plays from Sam’s phone. Cold as absolute zero and hard as granite.

“Listen to me you bloodsucking freak--"

“I’m done trying to save you--"

“There’s no going back.”

Silence hangs. Sam lets it hang for long enough to let the whole thing sink in, then whips his phone at Dean. Dean flinches and the phone lands beside his leg. “So!” he says, bright and brittle and hateful, “now that your memory’s been refreshed--”

“Shut up.” Dean’s eyes aren’t angry, or defensive, or even hurt any more. They’re distant, blinking unfocused like’s he’s working something out. “Just be quiet a second.” A flash of rage crosses his face and his eyes close. “Castiel, this is Dean. We need you here,” he recites off the address of the motel, “cabin number 6. Now.”

“Hello Dean.”

“FUCK!!!” you shriek at the sight of a man wearing a tan overcoat. He just . . . appeared. Wasn’t there, now he is. You snatch your pistol off the windowsill.

Before you can take aim Sam’s there wrenching it out of your hand. “Calm down! Calm down. He’s a friend.” He tosses your pistol at Dean, who plucks it out of the air and ejects the clip. You try to grab for your gun but Sam lassoes you with his arm and pins you to his body. Your heart does a stutter-stop, so hard you feel it deep in your sex. A very . . . vivid mental image of yourself hopping right up onto Sam’s thick dick flashes across your mind’s eye and you stifle a moan. “I said calm down,” he growls.

The man in the overcoat observes all this with an expression of mild interest, like he’s watching the birdies or something. “I can’t stay long, I’m being followed. What is it you need?”

“When you and Zachariah trapped me in that . . . that . . . Liberace dungeon, I called Sam.” Dean leans forward, his eyes hard with that bullshit-me-not glare. “Remember?”

“I was not there. How could I?”

You blink. “Are you a rotten liar.”

“I do not remember and this--”

“Talk, Cas.” That command voice again and the part of your brain that wanted to hop up on Sam’s dick flips to a fantasy of Dean yanking you down on his. You swallow and will your heart to quit pounding. “You were there, and you were listening. Tell Sam what I really said.”

The strangely lifeless man mimes taking a deep breath. He spies Sam’s phone and bends to pick it up, so slow and deliberate you expect to hear his joints creaking. He presses a fingertip to the screen and swipes, even though you can see it’s a flip phone and doesn’t have a touch screen. “This is the message you actually left.”

Dean’s voice, softer, apologetic:

“I’ll get right to it--"

“I shouldn’t have said--”

“No matter how bad it gets--"

The call ends with the last syllable of Sam I’m sorry getting cut off by the message timer.

Cas, you guess, looks around. Sam’s arms loosen further, but they don’t let you go. It’s like he’s using you for balance, like his knees are shaking or something. “If Sam had heard the message as intended, he might have missed the opportunity to kill Lilith. The message was intercepted and a different one was planted using phrases from an argument you’d had some months prior.”

“The first time I caught him with Ruby,” Dean says, and now he looks like he wants to collapse into nothing.

You were wrong, this Cas-creature isn’t lifeless, he’s . . . concentrated, like something atomic burns behind jewel-blue eyes. “The words themselves were not used but I believe Sam was intended to read that you love him. Between the lines.” Yep, Sam’s knees are definitely wobbling. “The lack of direct speech between you unless you’re being deliberately hurtful is concerning.”

“Okay, that’s enough Cas, thank you,” Dean says, making little owie noises as he scuttles to his feet.

“Hey stop you’ll--" You try to intercept Dean to help him walk but your feet get tangled in Sam’s and you plop down together into your chair. Sam just . . . he puts his forehead to your shoulder and weeps. You run your fingers into his silk-soft hair and shush him, the way you used to do with your nephew when he came home with black eyes and split lips.

The Cas-creature’s head snaps around, a look of panic on his face. “I need to go.” You blink and he’s gone with a quiet sound of displaced air.

You shut your eyes and concentrate on Sam. He’s a quiet crier, and an intense one. Big hard hands hold you so tight you can only breathe in sips. You press your fingertips hard against his scalp, so he can feel someone holding him back. Something barbed and ugly’s sat next to his heart a long time, you guess, and forcing it free’s tearing Sam apart inside.

Dean’s voice when he speaks is soft. Almost frightened. “Sam?”

Sam looks up from his hiding place against your neck, face cramped and twisted as he holds back more sobs.

“Isn’t it true, that you were thinking about that . . . that, when you told me you went to Ruby to get away from me?”

“N-n-no fair. I didn’t pick,” Sam says. For a second he looks like he might be calming down, until he shoves his face against your neck again, weeping and rocking like he wants to crawl inside you to hide.

All you can do is rock with him. “Sam?” you ask. “Sam, your brother wants to talk to you.”

“No he doesn’t,” Sam says, clear and flat and inarguable.

“Yes he does.” Visibly steeling himself, Dean lays a hand on Sam’s back. The touch gives Sam no comfort that you can see. “Sammy please,” Dean says. “Please. Answer me.”

Sam doesn’t. Instead he starts a disjointed monologue that makes you want to weep on his behalf. Trapped, restrained, seizing in pain, with the brother he loved more than anybody or anything tearing him down with language so vile it goes beyond mere swear words. Dean goes if possible even paler. He falls to his knees like gravity suddenly tripled.

Sam looks up and straight into Dean’s eyes, hot rage replaced with pure pain and horror. “Why didn’t you just kill me? None of this--"

“Never say that to me again,” Dean commands, and his lips are shaking. “Not ever.” He reaches out and cups Sam’s jaw. “You’re my brother, and I love you, and not a day-- not a fucking minute-- goes by I don’t want to take it back, what I said about us not being family any more. I was . . . fuck it, I was pissed and I was scared and you were leaving me again--”

Plop your ass goes on the floor as Sam shoves you off his lap. Grumbling you rearrange yourself and get to your feet.

What you see makes every scar on your heart from every heartbreak you’ve ever suffered flare up into an ache so profound it makes breathing hard. A couple of the toughest sumbitches to ever walk the Earth, and they’re on their knees clinging to each other and crying their guts out.

You go into the bathroom and close the door to give them some calming down time. And have a weep yourself. A word from a book you read a long time ago crosses your mind; heimthra, the heart’s hard longing for home. You don’t know if it’s a real word but the concept’s sure as fuck valid. You miss . . . fuck, you miss everyone you ever met.

You let your tears run out. A palmful of cold water on your flushed face and you stare at yourself in the mirror. Too sallow, too stressed, and the bleak look in your eyes adds ten years to your actual age. Thoughts of home try to rise and you shove them down with a little flutter of panic. It’s illogical to long for a home that doesn’t exist, you remind yourself.

The guys are calming down, still locked together and no longer weeping. You crack the fridge and ignore the beer.

“Water?” Dean demands.

“This is not a liquor situation, fish lips,” you retort as you bring the bottles. You set them on the table and offer your hands. “Take it from someone with experience, babies--” Sam and Dean damn near yank you off your feet when they each grab a hand and haul themselves upright. You gulp a little when they’re standing; on their own they’re big men, together they eclipse you. “You wanna hydrate right now.”

Sam squints down at you. “Have-have you been crying?” he asked. At your shrug, he cups your cheek in one big hand. “Are you okay?”

“The blues just sneak up on me sometimes,” you say. “It’ll pass.”

“Okay!” Dean snags a bottle off the table and cracks it. Plastic crackles as he sucks water down-- my goodness, how can he make guzzling water look fucking sinful, you wonder as your mood leaps nimbly from the blues to the hots. “From now on, no more chick moments-- ow!” he yelps as you sock him on the bicep.

“I’m not the one who brought,” you clap the back of your wrist to your forehead and toss your head back, “drama, to the Truth or Dare. I would’ve been fine with a little harmless ball-breaking but oh no,” you point, “you two nuts stuck in the same sweaty-ass ballsack had to bring more issues than the motherfucking Dee-troit fucking Free Press to the party.”

Sam and Dean look at each other, and just about fall over laughing. “She’s got a point,” Sam says.

“Fine, fine, fine.” Dean accepts an arm from Sam and help from you as he settles back on the bed and props his sore ankle back up on the pillow. “Do we have any licorice?”

“Uh, no,” you say, reclaiming your chair as Sam sits sidesaddle on the edge of Dean’s bed, “I buy real munchies. Licorice is what grandma gives you because she’s hoarding the chocolates.”

Sam snaps his fingers. “Thank you!”

“Yeah yeah,” Dean’s already digging through the bags, “ah-HA,” he says, digging out some beef jerky, “protein.”

Sam plucks the shrink-wrapped meat ribbon out of Dean’s hand. “Mine.”

“Relax,” you say into Dean’s whiny pout. “There’s more in the bag for growing boys.”

“Growing, right.” Sam reaches over and pokes Dean in the side, making Dean jump. “Wrong direction.”

“I can still outrun, outfight, and outfuck you any day of the week, shrimpy-wimpy,” Dean declares as he fishes out another piece of jerky.

“I believe in quality over quantity,” Sam says. You’re shoving a cake roll in your mouth and damn near inhale the whole thing laughing. Oh that’s better. Without the hard edge of antagonism, it’s just teasing.

There’s still a certain tension in the air, and you keep having to drag your eyes off Sam’s bare chest up to his eyes. “It’s your turn Sam. Unless you want to see what’s up in the world of Ginsu knives or whatever the fuck the infomercials are selling these days.”

“Airbrush makeup,” Dean says.

“Copper-clad-clook-- Clopper-cad-clock--" Sam pauses and punches out the syllables the way you do when you’re stuck on one, “copper-clad cookware.”

Dean laughs. “I forgot you do that! Remember when that secretary wanted to refer you to speech therapy?”

“Screw you. You were the one who taught me to lisp everything. Mrs. Durling thought I was nuts.”

“Anyway,” you call the meeting back to order, “it’s your turn unless you want to drop into informercial hell, or God save us fishing shows.”

“Ugh, no.” Sam thinks a minute. “Okay,” he points at you, “truth or dare?”

“Dare,” you say after a moment’s thought.

“I dare you,” Sam says, considering, “toooo . . . show us that scar.”

“Oh you bitch,” you say. Sam must’ve seen it when you were stretching. Not that you’re shy about it, it’s just . . .

“Yeah,” Dean agrees, “give us a peek, sweetheart.”

“You both suck donkey balls. One each,” you say, standing and lowering the waistband of your pants.

Dean hisses; Sam winces. You’ve lived with it so long it’s just a seam in your skin by now. The location is what makes it a little awkward; a long groove going from near your bellybutton and hooking down into a divot high on one thigh. Showing the whole thing means they can tell you shave down south. “Shittagoddamn, what happened?” Dean asks.

“Stupid shenanigans,” you say. “I was babysitting my cousins and they were playing hunter. I didn’t realize Suzy was using the knife from her daddy’s tackle box instead of her toy pirate sword. It looks worse than it is,” you add at their shocked looks.

“And you thought getting a handlebar ride with a broken arm sucked,” Dean says to Sam.

“It did suck,” Sam says. “You can pull your pants up now.”

“Oh,” you say as you raise your waistband, “right, sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” he says, giving you a small and deeply filthy smile. “Please do not.”

Dean clears his throat. “Your turn.”

“All right,” you say. “Truth or Dare, Sam.” At his answer, you say, “I dare you to hold still,” and you lean over and give him a kiss.

You let it linger a little, an invitation for him to take or leave. He takes.  With a broad tongue and clever lips, making your heart pound and your skin burn.

Dean clears his throat. Five or six times. You’re not counting. You’re too busy revising certain assumptions you had about Sam in light of what he’s been letting slip. Some people’s sex drives fall asleep right along with the rest of them when they get stoned. You’re not one of them, and Sam isn’t either. His hands comes up to cup your jaw, his tongue slips between your lips and tangles with yours.

The kiss ends with a tiny farewell brush of lips. You lick your lips, tasting salt and smoke and Sam. “Goodness me,” you say, out of breath.

Dean’s expression is . . . hard to read. Arousal, sure, he’s got a nice semi going in his pajama bottoms. Lust. Also . . . jealousy? Your eyes drop to Sam’s shoulder. Red marks in the shape of fingers. Big, strong fingers. Someone holding on tight. Would you find matching marks on Dean, underneath his T-shirt? You’d guess so.

“Dean,” Sam says. One of his arms goes around your waist, hand curling around your hip. How the hell did he get so big, were his grandparents giants or something? “Truth or Dare?”

“Truth,” he says. Is he staring at you or at Sam? His eyeline makes it hard to tell. You totally miss whatever it is Sam asks or Dean answers, only that it ends in laughing. If these two weren’t brothers you’d swear they were . . . flirting.

Before the Titans what the fuck have you kicked over here?

Dean snaps your name and you jolt. “Oh! Shit, sorry, stoner-zoned. What?”

“Truth or Dare, dweeb,” he says.

“Dare, shitpile.”

Dean makes a whole-ass production out of thinking it over. His tongue slips out over his lower lip, like he’s chasing a flavor. What? Whose? “Okay. I dare you, toooooo . . .” he shifts his legs apart, “sit right here,” he pats the mattress between his legs, “and hold still.”

“Is that all?” you ask as you plant yourself in the offered space.

“Yep!” Dean says, all bright and cheery.

You explode into giggles as he shoves his hands under your tank top and tickles your ribs. “Get her feet Sammy!” Dean says.

“Oh you bastards,” you wheeze through your giggles. Sam dodges your kicking feet and yanks off your socks. His hands are so big he can hold your ankles shackled together in one and fucking torture you with the other. You buck and writhe and they’re both laughing hard and free and through the weed haze it’s all--

Soft lips cover yours and you squeak into a kiss back, soft and wet. Dean’s kisses are delicious too, salty and sweet, a little acrid with the smoke on his breath. A hand slides up your ribs to cup a breast; you arch into the touch as a bolt of red hot need surges through you.

“I’m-- I’m gonna--” Sam’s shifting away, regret in his eyes and a massive erection in his pants.

You lunge for him and slam your mouth down on his. Sam grunts in surprise before he grabs your head and shoves his tongue down your throat. Dean’s right behind you, kissing up the back of your neck as he explores under your shirt. His hand take the weight of your breast, gentle fingertips close over your nipple.

You angle your head as Dean’s kisses wander up to your face, breaking Sam’s kiss and turning to Dean’s. The two of them blended together make a taste so heady-- who needs weed? You pull back a little, just to savor the taste.

The two of them, their lips meet.

Your heart stops as they pull back, just a little. Looking at each other with . . . it’s so much. Humans weren’t meant to feel so much, dense and tangled like wool that’s felted together.

Sam surges forward and presses his lips to Dean’s. Dean’s eyes pop open and you can see him fighting with himself, heart telling him two different things at once. His hands though, they come up and his fingers slot right into the marks they left behind earlier. Their kiss softens, deepens. Your heart pounds so you feel it in every inch. The heat between them, in this one simple touch-- it’s beautiful. An aura you can almost see, taste like the smoke hanging in the air.

The kiss ends. “Sammy,” Dean says, low and hoarse.

“Shut up,” Sam whispers. “Please Dean, please just shut up.” A brief kiss. “Let me. Please.” Sam ducks and nuzzles Dean’s neck, kissing the beard-shadowed skin as Dean’s head tips to give the skin to him. You want to help, God your hands are aching to touch. You keep yourself back. This is private, intimate. Bearing witness is a privilege.

Sam pulls Dean’s T-shirt off. Dean leans back on his elbows as Sam’s kisses wander down his chest. He chuckles a little as Sam’s hair trails over his flushed skin, sighs deep as Sam’s lips find a nipple. Sam flicks his head to get his hair out of the way and you gulp when you see him working the nub to a point with his lips and teeth.

As Dean’s pants slide off his legs, you swallow at what’s there at the apex. Long and plump, laying on Dean’s stomach, just begging for someone’s hand or mouth. Sam’s going slow but he’s not hesitating. A brush of his lips and Dean hardens to steel.

“Don’t,��� Dean says as Sam licks a stripe up the underside.

“It’s okay,” Sam says. “I got you. Always.” He repeats it as he takes the crown into his mouth, suckling it soft and slow. An inch at a time, he takes more. Dean’s gasping, the cords standing out in his neck and all the muscles in his body tight.

You slide over. Dean starts as you squirm behind him, laying him back against your chest. The view is perfect, down Dean’s body to see Sam’s brown hair swaying as he deepthroats his brother’s cock. “You’re beautiful,” you whisper into Dean’s ear as he bites back moans. “You’re so beautiful.”

With a cry like something’s being torn out of him, Dean’s muscles unlock. His hips sway, chasing Sam’s throat. “Let go,” you say, meeting Sam’s eye as he glances up from his work. Dean’s cock, hard and thick, shining with spit and precome, points almost straight up. “It’s okay, Sam’s got you. Let go.” You slide your hand down Dean’s arm and he weaves his fingers with yours, holding on so tight it hurts.

“Oh my God please don’t stop, please don’t, Sammy please, please,” Dean pants, high and desperate. Fingers slide into Sam’s silk-fine hair. “Please, please, fuck.”

Gasping deep, all the way down to his toes, Dean’s body bows. Sam grunts, holding Dean sealed in his mouth. You can see his Adam’s apple bob as he takes what Dean gives. For a long beat Dean’s made of marble, one hand clamped on yours and the other clawed in Sam’s hair. His eyes are screwed shut and he’s not breathing, all his focus inward on the gift his brother’s giving him.

Dean’s body goes loose and he blows out his stale breath. Sam sucks him clean as Dean’s winces from overstimulation. You stroke your free hand into his sweat-spiked hair, kiss his flushed cheek. Dean barely notices, all his focus is on Sam.

Who’s gently taking his mouth away from Dean’s swooning cock. He wipes his lips with the back of one hand. He’s gazing at Dean, all hope and terror, love and need. Waiting for the rip that’ll carve out his heart. “Dean?”

A little weak, a little shaky, Dean sits up. You hold your breath, try to make yourself small. In the quiet inside your mind you urge-- come on Dean, come on.

Dean grabs his brother around the shoulders and pulls him close for a kiss. A tender kiss, no less the fierce for it. “Lie back Sammy,” he whispers, scootching around so Sam can lie prone. Sam’s eyes meet yours, shining and beautiful. You can’t help but steal a kiss.

Dean works Sam’s sweats carefully over and down, revealing another fine specimen of a cock. Nice and fat, perfectly in proportion to the rest of him. You can feel how wet you are, nectar soaking the soft fabric of your pajama pants. You ache to feel that cock inside you, fucking you until you explode into stars. At the same time, you feel content to just observe. The sight of Dean delicately nibbling up Sam’s cock is . . . you’re not watching some pallid pornography, bored actors mechanically replicating the motions. This feels like something sacred, beautiful.

“Hey.” You start out of your musings to see Dean studying you. Sam’s cock is so hard it’s turned dark red, striking next to Dean’s fair skin. “You don’t expect me to handle this monster all by myself do you?”

“Oh! Um . . . you don’t strike me as the sharing type,” you say.

“Wanna see,” Sam says. “Both of you. On my cock. Please.”

“Lose the clothes first,” Dean orders, eyeing you like he wants to fuck you in half as you strip off your tank and pajama pants. “Jesus that weed’s good stuff. I feel like I could go all night and up to lunchtime tomorrow.”

“Promises, promises,” you tease, making Sam laugh. You gesture to his erection. “May I?”

A few minutes of you and Dean taking turns, then working in tandem licking from root to crown, then caressing Sam’s balls-- all of it has Sam moaning and writhing on the sheets. Dean stuffs his first two fingers down his throat, getting them good and wet. “What’re you doing?” Sam asks, high and tight.

Dean looks up from where he’s massaging just behind Sam’s balls. “Nothing you’re not okay with Sammy, okay? Can I? Just fingers. I don’t have any lube.”

“I do. Bag. Side pocket.”

Dean’s eyebrows pop up. “Are you serious? Do you want me to--"

Sam shakes his head. “N-not now. But . . . fingers? Fingers’re okay. Just go slow.”

“Won’t hurt you.” You’re busy getting the little travel bottle of SilkyGlide so you miss whatever Dean tells Sam next, only when you get back on the bed Sam looks even more naked than naked, his broken and stitched up heart in his eyes.

You slide Sam’s cock into your mouth and work him deep as Dean slicks up his fingers. You can tell when he’s inside, as Sam grunts and his belly goes tense under your hand. Dean’s free hand lands on the back of your head, guiding you up and down on Sam’s cock. It’s big and it’s hot. Tears run out of your eyes and drool slides from your mouth.

“Oh-- oh-- keep going keep going-- I’m--"

Dean pulls you off Sam and swallows Sam whole. Sam cries out as his body shudders. Dean chokes and come splats from his mouth onto Sam’s stomach. “Jesus Sammy,” he coughs, “you saving it for a special occasion or something?”

“It’s been a while,” Sam admits.

“I’m gonna go get a washcloth,” you say after a beat of awkward silence. “And some water.”

“Yeah, good call,” Sam agrees. Passing out the wet washcloths, you watch the Winchesters clean themselves up and drink some water. Your neglected arousal twists and pinches deep in your stomach. Oh well, a night of denied pleasure won’t kill you, and what you’ve just seen . . . you’re going to be getting off to these memories until the end of time. These beautiful men lost in their pleasure.

“Hey, come here,” Sam says, holding out a hand. He and Dean are side-by-side, reclined on a pile of pillows. He pats the channel of space between them and you wedge yourself there. Chuckling, Dean turns your head and gives you a soft kiss, Sam salty on his lips. Sam kisses your neck, down your chest, takes your nipple into his mouth. Dean mirrors him and you moan as they latch on and pull.

“Fucking beautiful,” Dean murmurs, your tit in his mouth and your pussy hot against his fingers. “All that just from watching us?” He chuckles at your moaned yes, grunts as you slip your hand around his cock. Sam sighs as your other hand finds his. A few minutes of gentle pulling and they’re both reared up hard in your hands.

“Shit that feels good.” Sam shoves his arm under your leg and you gasp as two long fingers slide between and inside. Dean’s fingertip strokes up your clit, like he’s turning you up inside. “On shit, that feels good.”

“Shh,” you soothe, writhing as they work together to make you insane, “shh, no rush. We have all night, agapimeni mu.”

---

Much later, you lie submerged in a sticky pile of muscle and bone. In his sleep Dean grunts. He shifts until he’s pressed up full length against his brother, chest to back and thigh to thigh. They’re both comely in their own ways. Together they are love in every form. You don’t just feel satiated in your own body. You feel blessed, to have seen them come together and to see them now in the aftermath. This . . . they’re . . . this feels meant. Not right or wrong, just meant.

“Oh-kay, that’s enough.”

Time locks and you step sideways, to Outside. Your mortal disguise stays in its deep sleep. You bring the image along. This one prefers to speak face-to-face, with actual faces the way mortals do. “What are you doing here?” you ask the fellow standing by the heater.

“What am I-- she wants to know what I’m doing here. I know you don’t exactly frown on this sort of thing--"

“Neither do you,” you counter, putting your hands on your hips. “And before you say anything else, you’ve broken the Compact at least twice. They’re fair game.”

“Look, I can respect the attempt, ‘Dite. Really, I can.” Loki ticks his head at the brothers sleeping tangled together, the eros between them so strong you can see the aura, taste it in all its wild beauty. “But there’s no way to sidestep what’s coming. There’s just not.”

You glower. “Why not? They don’t deserve it. We don’t deserve it.”

“Since when is destiny about what anybody deserves? Your kin didn’t deserve to get co-opted by a bunch of aqueduct building bureaucrats with delusions of grandeur, any more than mine deserved to get wiped out by followers of that bum from Judea.” Loki’s usual mortal form is a man of average size, but his eyes are burning with divinity and more. The conflict between Loki’s attitude of malicious whimsy and the power that leaks from him like heat from a forge furnace is one you’ve never totally reconciled. “This is beyond us. The best we can do is find another corner of the universe and pick up the pieces when it’s over.”

“If this unfolds the way destiny’s woven,” you say, voicing your greatest fear, “there won’t be any pieces to pick up, or us to do any picking. This isn’t just another plague or global conflict or continent sinking and you know it.” The fear you’ve been trying to fight leaks through and your image wavers into the one you had when you emerged from the sea, soft and strong and enticing.

“Stop that,” Loki says. “You’re adorable Aphrodite but you’re not seducing your way out of this.”

“I’m not trying to,” you say, and your voice wavers. Truth is, you’re terrified. No one will ever know how scared you were to even approach these men, these Godslayers. “I’m frightened Loki. We thought we could live without the mortals but we were wrong.” Olympus now is a pile of rock, and the great hall of the Olympians isn’t even a memory. So many of your family are gone. Torn away by murder, or simply faded away with despair.

“You had the chance to sign up with the Heavenly brigade along with the rest of us, Aphrodite.”

“Like Annubis? Like Hades?” you spit. “No. We are Gods, Loki, not animals to be put in pens to serve an infantile shred of divine energy who mistakes obedience for duty.” You wave a hand at the vessels, the brothers, bone of bone and blood of blood. “They will be bound in love to bind their hands. They will not be the instruments of this world’s destruction, not whilst I live.”

Loki snatches your wrist.

He isn’t Loki.

---

Gabriel catches Aphrodite’s soft true self and lays her down inside the flesh of her mortal disguise, like a sleeping baby into the cradle. “I’m sorry honey,” he says, because he needs to say it even if she’s not awake to hear it. “When it comes to destiny, all fighting does is make it worse.”

His attention turns to the vessels, laying intertwined. Peaceful. Mary of Nazareth had looked like that, sleeping her innocent sleep as the Holy Spirit used her innocent body. Fear not, for I come with glad tidings that will totally fuck your life. “One more, Gabe,” he says to himself as he takes them in his hands. A moment’s work to cut out memory and paste in a night spent drinking, no different from any other night. That done, he spreads his wings to take them to the place appointed. “One more, then it’s over.”

---

You wake up to snow, snow, and more snow. You slept hard, it’s past noon. Long day yesterday, destroying that stupid tree with no help. “Crap out that hard it’s because you needed the rest,” you say as you groan your way out of bed.

Oh well, the cabin’s paid for another few days. Wouldn’t hurt to take a little R’n’R, spend some time with peace and quiet. You put on some coffee and head to take a shower.

---

Somewhere very far away, Dean Winchester is waking up with a gun in his face.

---

AN2: Greek: Master. Greek: My beloved. The song Dean’s Dared into singing is “Guys and Dolls” from the musical of the same name. Heimthra is, I think, an Anglicized version of the Icelandic word heimþrá, meaning homesickness. The concept used here is taken from 'The Last Light Of The Sun,' by Guy Gavriel Kay, “’Heimthra’ was the word used for longing: for home, for the past, for things to be as they once had been. Even the gods were said to know that yearning, from when the worlds were broken.”

[ess-presso]

hi ess! <3 im back🕺

ur so right the universe ships wolfstar. i also saw regulus when stargazing but he was too far away from sirius to be in the picture💔 one day reg, one day.

ALSO happy late lily evans day <3 cant believe i missed her bday. rip lily u wouldve loved taylor swift❤️

tay time! mr perfectly fine, message in a bottle, & last kiss <3

chat time!

i dont think i could force myself to sit through dwd, ive learned enough abt it via osmosis and thats enough for me tbh.

THEY SERIOUSLY DO TAKE PICS OF TREES AND CLOUDS!! it baffles me. like sure maybe the clouds looked particularly nice and i understand that canada has some big ass trees but be fr. also i swear someone was taking a pic of a fucking pigeon once.

ur so right id also lose my mind over a red sock in my laundry. i think thatd be the final straw for me.

i think i have to agree ben barnes' smile in podg is very sirius. dorian gray IS sirius in the same way paul from dune is reg. no joke i almost called paul regulus to my dad the other day. not my finest moment❤️

godspeed on ur exam, u got this💪 drunk procrastinators never lose.

I DID SEE THAT VIDEO OF THE PERSON BITING THE TERRYS ORANGE!! i swear ive never been so mad before. also toblerone def is an essential drunk snack for sure.

that moment sounds so sweet, and it was raining too????? thats literally perfect. no matter how hard i could try i know liv would never dance to jazz w me. definitely considering revoking her best friend status right about now. but its fine because i know shed dance w me to taylor and 1d so that makes up for it <3

geoguessr can be so hard sometimes especially when its in america. like i swear unless its a city with signs i can never get it. like how am i supposed to know that this big ass field was kentucky and not fucking iowa.

L best friends for the win!!!!!! but ur right they lucked out too cause we're incredibly cool so good for them<3

maybe one day my negative rizz will pay off but ur right. until then i'll kick back with my wine & books & fanfics cause thats all i need in life. & damn cursing victoria to fail her exams, u know what thats so valid she deserves it.

likeafunerall's art is SO GOOD. so good. im obsessed with her character designs theyre just so perfect. and omg yes u should totally put them up on ur wall itll look so good. AND YES I SAW THE SOLDIER POET KING ART!!! its so good i cant. likeafunerall never misses.

I SAW THAT APPLETV AD YESTERDAY! i was freaking out like i swear appletv is doing this on purpose.

work song is simply so good. id KILL to see hozier live and for him to perform that song.

if i talk to caesar ill let u know. he was stabbed ~23 times so id say thats on par with a jesus style betrayal (esp since brutus was his close friend) rip julius i do hope u got a lil kiss before they maimed u<3

is alex turner psychic??? thats so funny.

omg not the famous 1975 concert featuring taylor swift.....id be utterly heartbroken. and right?? harry canada exists too u know..... i had tickets to love on tour before covid but then it was cancelled and then he fully REMOVED THE SHOW when he started touring again and now the closest one is in america. sorry harry but i dont love u enough to go to america.

dressing in red and gold is so gryffindor of u. i wear a lot of green so that tracks ig.

dw cruel summer will forever be my fav scream-at-the-top-of-ur-lungs song. its just perfect. dbm simply isnt that kind of song.

omg only ch2 of cr.... i am praying for u . but dont worry its SO good. like yes its heartbreaking but so worth it. i honestly miss the earlier chapters everything was so simple </3

rome is definitely the city of piss and gladiators. i guess not much has changed since antiquity !!

when people are blocking the hall and im just done with them i usually take it upon myself to barrel through them or give them dirty looks (sorry people but i have places to be MOVEW PLEASE)

two middle names is so cool u have options. u can change it up whenever u want u know.

UNCLE MOONY :((((((((

winter <3 and yes i hate when people call it fall. like autumn is such a pretty word. fall is literally so lame . so many people call it fall here and i hate it. its autumn!!!!!!! >:(

good luck on ur chem exam !! telepathically sending all my academic energy to u rn. dont forget to channel the patron saint of academic achievement, remus lupin. AND FUCK PHYSICS!!!!!

coins are so cool. i have one from Iran from 1950 that i got in my change from kfc and its so cool. and a paddington coin??? omg thats so cute.

unicorns and phoenixes are so cool fr. & u know who to call if u ever get bit by a basilisk!

bookstore dates are ideal fr. but only if the other person likes books (but also red flag if they dont......i am not wasting my time on someone who doesnt like books)

stealing money from the bank in monopoly is so real. i used to bribe the banker whenever i got desperate and it never ended well. and yes learn chess!! its so fun and it makes u feel smart.

yes van gogh recreations! she is so cool tbh. now if only i inherited even an ounce of her artistic ability and maybe id be satisfied. and cafe terrace at night is just so pretty. so peaceful and serene. i can imagine quiet jazz playing in the street while u look up at the stars. its so pretty.

OH NOOO sorry abt ur bio exam☹️ (<-girl what the hell is that i justwanted to use an emoji.....anyways) hope ur chem exam goes better!! & bakery + taylor is very good combo. proven to cure all ails.

and omg ur so right. picking out books for each other and then annotating them??? that is SO CUTE!!!!! SO CUTE! u get me.

hozier is completely in my bones too he lives there. i wanna get a hozier tattoo someday too he consumes me fr.

i love being a sports anti!! (badminton ur on thin fucking ice. )

yes proud italian over here🇮🇹💪 i love pasta sm. and omg portuguese?? thats so cool. ive always wanted to visit portugal. ive never actually had portuguese food & i really wanna try it now.

reg is SUCH a black cat. & james absolutely sings horribly in the shower and everyone is so tired of him. sirius prob does too but remus secretly loves it <3 jily night owl-early bird has my heart fr. also the james never getting hungover hc is so funny like Yes. he would get blackout drunk and then wake up at the asscrack of dawn the next day for quidditch practice, thank u.

dorlene forever. sorry peter but those women are gay. and idk how to feel abt reg/remus. ig if its written well its not bad but it feels almost wrong. at least their ship name (moonwater i think) is kinda cute.

i agree the patronuses are quite slytherin but def also ravenclaw (i have gotten ravenclaw multiple times when i take the test so ig thats my secondary house)

luna <3 shes just so cool and i love her funky sense of style.

yes dairy queen is ice cream! but also burgers and stuff too. but theyre known for their ice cream which is so good. if u ever visit north america i recommend.

omg barrs cream soda!!!! ive had that before from a lil british food shop i found & it was so good. better than canadian cream soda for sure.

q review:

this is me trying is so real. burnt out gifted kid syndrome hits like a truck.

omg a black swan that is so cool!! mysterious and shit fr.

my tears ricochet is such a good choice (& cruel summer) it hits every damn time.

ooo shapeshifting very good choice. just think of all the places u could get into by shapeshifting, celeb a-list parties?? the oscars?? buckingham palace?? ur set for life.

messy is so valid & i hate losing socks so mcuh like actually where the fuck did they go.

omg SMARTIES!!!!! i love smarties so much. they dont have them in america and i pity them. jaffa cakes are so good too.

shakespeare is such a good choice hes so cool. to meet The genius himself would be a dream.

work song FOREVERRRR

i love these hype songs. excellent hype vibes.

SNOW!! i love making snowmen sm. its actually snowing here as i type. idk what happened to the 10degree weather but yeah.

lady macbeth and macbeth !!!!! i love this. and omg i was OBSESSED with it in 2017 like OBSESSED. lemme try and guess who's who here.....u have said lu was taller than u so were u georgie? hoping im right.

answering qs:

fuck marlene, marry lily, kill pandora. i love pandora so much but i cant pass up an opportunity with marlene. sorry pandora <3

fuck reg, marry evan, kill barty. i think im too similar to reg to wanna marry him (although he is very wealthy.....) & evan seems like good marriage material so. also killing barty bc its funny.

what i like to spend my money on: mostly clothes and jewelry. and candles sometimes. omg and books how could i forget!!

inside joke with liv: we've got this dumb little handshake we've had since literally forever that we call the bunnyfish (long story, idek how to begin explaining it) im the bunny shes the fish. ive been trying to convince her to get matching bunny and fish tattoos FOREVER but to no success. ill get there someday!!

weird fear: maybe more of an irrational fear but i cannot lean against car doors while theyre moving cause what if it opens and i fall out on to the road and die. like what if. it plagues my life fr.

weirdest dare ive ever done: tbh i cant even remember. i usually pick truth cause my friends can be EVIL and i will not subject myself to their dares. they're never creative enough with their truth questions so its always something dumb like "darkest secret" or "who do u like"

worst impulse buy: luckily nothing huge, but i impulse buy random shit like nail polish or lipstick all the time. i have yet to buy something i fully regret but im sure the day will come!

fav quote ever: AHH okay this is such a good question. my absolute fav is from anne carson's an oresteia:

“Pylades: I’ll take care of you. Orestes: It’s rotten work. Pylades: Not to me. Not if it’s you.”

something about someone wanting to take care of u even when ur at ur worst just KILLS ME. RIPS me apart.

9. fav quote from a fic: this is a basic answer but i really love that line in atyd about james having an ego the size of a lake but a heart to match it. just <3 yes. i love that man so much. theres also a bunch of lines in just lovers by zar that are taken from little women that just kill me every time i read.

10. ever met a celeb: ive never spoken to any but i DID walk past seth rogen like a month ago. and i saw john mulaney with olivia munn over this past summer too it was jarring.

11. fav snack: theres this snack mix i love called humpty dumpty party mix and its SO good. (the cheese one specifically) its got mini pretzels and doritos and puffy cheetos and crunchy cheetos and these little cheesy hoop things in it and its delicious.

12. crush on anyone: (dw ur good i dont mind!) not atm! i think my standards are too high bc of fictional characters and celebs so people irl always pale in comparison. like if ur not james potter or lily evans or sirius black im not wasting my time its simple.

13. who knows me best: definitely liv. she is as much a part of me as i am of her and we can read each others minds. also my dad, im almost a carbon copy of him cause we have the same interests and sense of humour .

14. lover vs getaway car: lover. the hopeless romantic in me had to. i love getaway car but its gonna have to be lover <3

15. all time favourite moment: visiting italy and greece was a dream come true cause ive always wanted to visit since i was a little kid. since it was a school trip i was with my friends and liv ofc and i had the time of my life. seeing the parthenon irl and the colosseum in rome changed the trajectory of my life fr.

16. fav moment with liv: ive got many but one specific one thats really special to me was when i came out to her & fine line by harry styles was playing & she almost crashed the car cause she was crying (WITH HAPPINESS LOL) it was very funny. that song has a special place in my heart bc of that <3 i also love when we go for late night drives and blast music. or when when we go to the beach at sunset with a bottle of wine>>>

17. r(egg) vs r(edge): im a r(redge) truther idc. i know his name is rEGulus but i am Not calling him r(egg) it sounds like EGG!!!!! r(edge) forever.

18. languages: sadly english is the only one i fluently speak. i know some italian but im not fluent (i blame my dad, whos literally from italy but didnt fucking teach me his language. wtf man) i also know some spanish and very very minimal french. i can read basic norwegian as well(i was obsessed with SKAM in 2015 so i had to learn some) BUT in terms of reading, i can read ancient greek and a bit of latin. also aurebesh which is a writing system from star wars (massive fucking nerd alert)

qs for u!

fuck marry kill evan reg barty

fuck marry kill pandora lily marlene

how many languages do u speak?

fav gemstone/crystal/stone?

have u watched the new last of us show? (if u havent u should its SO good)

sea, forest, or mountains?

what was ur dream job when u were a kid?

whats a topic u could talk for hours about?

celeb crush(es)?

spotify or apple music? (or other if u dont use these)

fav constellation?

fav memory with lu?

whats one food u have always wanted to try?

thats all for now! if u see this before u take ur exam GOOD LUCK!!!! u got this. if u see this after i hope it went well. either way remus would be proud <3

-bee

bee beee beeeeeee !!!! <33333

“too far away from sirius to be in the picture.” fuck fuck fuck this is the cause of my DEATH. i died and this is why. (pls one day catch them in a pic together. one of us shall do this. new mission.)

I KNOW HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY TO THE BEST MILF EVER <33333 (did you see theinvisiblemuseum’s fanart of lily ???? it’s so fucking good ???) & you’re right she would’ve so loved taylor swift (can imagine her dancing to lover with james)

tay tay <333

mr perfectly fine - JEGULUS - this song is fucking jegulus after they break up and regulus is all ‘you promised. you promised. you promised’ ‘Mr. "Leaves me all alone, " I fall apart// It takes everything in me just to get up each day’ IT’S LITERALLY HIMMMM. he left and regulus fucking shattered this is the TRUTH.

message in a bottle - JEGULUS - i’m thinking a celebrity au jegulus where they like date secretly or james is a fanboy then gets famous and reg writes a track for James’s movie (??? fic idea alert) AND I’M SO YES. THE MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE IS SUCH A REGULUS THING TO DO , TOO . (mr rab in a locket)

last kiss - JEGULUS / WOLFSTAR - this matches perfectly for both of them - except more wolfstar because in canon i think reg would’ve definitely known that they’d have a last kiss. and remus was the one who would’ve trusted him and all that shit. (and hello?? remus would so fuckin dance for sirius this is canon?? and wear his clothes after he’s in azkaban . )

fic rec for u (did i forget last time ?? i will not do this again , ‘tis a crime) - pink lemonade by moonysbookshelff (ft jegulus wolfstar rosekiller , with ace evan , and a happy ending , and also it’s a celeb au!!)

chatting !!!!

no because i’ve heard far too much of harry’s englishman accent when he’s yelling in some speech to sit through 2hrs of that shit.

“kids look this is a souvenir pic i took many years ago from my trip to london , the city of fashion & vibes.” “that’s a fucking pigeon mom.” (not a fucking pigeon why the fucking pigeon. no please no.)

but tbh pink is my favourite colour …. but i have too many shirts and trousers that i’d lose my mind to see as pink. so no thanks , no red socks today!!

YES OMG !!! podg ben barnes = sirius & dune tim = regulus !!!! this is canon major fucking canon !!!!!!!!! (it’s the smile and the facial expressions.) AND CALLING PAUL REGULUS THAT’S A CLOSE ONE . they might’ve found out the depths of your insanity then !!

yes yes godspeed but i did medium well on it. like everyone’s yapping on about the last q on the exam which they got like ‘4.35’ and i got 190 so idk. that’s like 2 marks i lost right then and there!!!

that lady should be arrested for war crimes. it was madness i tell you, MADNESS.

taylor and 1D over jazz , but you gotta try the jazz thing at least once. at least. it feels surreal, i’m telling you. this liz sounds so fucking cool high five to us dude we won the lottery of best friends.

wdym you didn’t know it was kentucky??? was there not a fucking colonel sanders standing right there ??? COLONEL SANDERS FOR THE WIN (i love kfc!) . this what i’m saying all fields look the same i can’t fuckin differentiate.

L & E // L & B —- > best motherfucking friends you will ever find ever. got the ‘married by 40’ pact with my dude too.

wine & books & fanfic > actual romantic satisfaction. alwaysssss. (i do not like her anymore. she’s consdescending as fuck. what the fuck do u mean ‘can’t believe u dk what a processor blah blah computer shit thingy is ??’ BITCH CAN U TELL ME WHAT A FUCKING KETONE IS ???? i thought not.)

i’m so obsessed with likeafuneralls art. she’s drawn the first art of xenophilius lovegood i’ve ever seen and looking at it i was like ‘damn now i understand how pandora got locked down.’ ALRIGHT OKAY THEY’LL GO UP ON MY WALLS NOW. (you’re literally so right likeafunerall literally never misses her art is fucking ETHEREAL.)

IK IK THEY ARE . ESPECIALLY THE TIMMY AND GARY OLDMAN THING I WAS LIKE ‘SIRIUS AND REG SIRIUSANDREG.’ this like when andrew and ben barnes met (have u seen that photo pls say yes it’s life changing as fuck.)

me too i really want to go to a fuckin hozier concert i rlly think my life would be changed. like it would be.

on a slightly related note- have u seen the jesusxjudas edits??? they’re fr making me all emotional like damn jesus knew and he was all ‘fine I sacrifice myself if u kiss me u lil bitch’ . & yes i hope brutus gave him a little eye contact at the very least. like something intense.

HE IS PSYCHIC. I swear it. i love it.

i was so fuckin heartbroken it was unreal and my heart was a bunch of tosh for like three days. harry thinks only usa exists . like hello??? what abt canada ?? AHAT ABOUT YOUR ROOTS??? ENGLAND ??? LONDON??? MANCHESTER??? I don’t care about u enough to go to the usa for u (i’d only do that for ZAYN.)

we dress like our houses as we should (currently in red pjs because it’s 9:00am and my exam is at 1:30 so i don’t have to leave until like 12:30.)

cruel summer just fuckin hits right yk??? it just does it’s like i ascend to heaven . ( ‘GRINNING LIKE A DEVIL’ is my national anthem fr)

😀😀😀😀 i’m very scared now ! very ! but i shall power through because i am no stranger to pain! yay!

piss & gladiators ong. that’s such a funny sentence though fr ‘piss and gladiators’ .

next time i’ll deck them in their motherfuckin faces. not kidding. was nearly late to my exam because of them. but I’ll just give them detention because as a higher-up , i can do that! so very good!! college student gives the lil bitches in the corridors detention !! more at 7!

yessss i can switch it up. when i get lu to pick me up and i’m taking a lil too long to get ready he just full names me and i’m THERE. but ess is good for me honestly it’s all smooth and stuff.

UNCLE MOONY :((((( (*sobs*)

IT’S AUTUMN. AUTUMN . this is truth. nothing else is true but this. (winter is bae.)

AHHHHH THANK U SM !!!!!! I AM GRACIOUSLY ACCEPTING THIS ENERGY OH MY GODDDD. i will challenge mr lupin through myself i will. (fuck physics !!)

just be loyal to dumpydumpster and fawkes will come through !!! (unicorns & phoenixes 5ever!!)

nah this is so real of u don’t waste ur time on non-book lovers book lovers only pls and thank u everyone else fuck off you aren’t good enough.

stealing money from the bank yesssss. hut unfortunately lu is the banker and he’s just as competitive so he will not budge AT. ALL. all right this friday i’m getting lu to teach me that’s it.

cafe terrace at night walk by with your bf/gf and hold their hand and ahhh melttttt . And jazz would so be a part of this experience i agree !!!

I AM ALSO SORRY ABOUT MY BIO EXAM. but i put something down for every q and that’s a fuckin achievement. honestly . the brownie was vv good plus a walk and taylor , solved so many of my problems honestly.

WE GOTTA FIND SOMEONE TO DO THIS WITH ISTG. annotating books with shi like ‘you’d do this’ making me cry and that.

hozier is me. i is him. we are one. imagine having a song written about u by hozier. like i’d straight up keel over and DIE.

Sports suck !! (badminton and sometimes cricket watching me . and also lu. )

AHAHA ITALIAN YESSSS. portugal is fucking amazing . there’s a little church up in portugal (sanctuary of out lady fatima) and it’s my peace place honestly . feeling so much less worry when i’m there. if u go to portugal that is a must!!! AND so is algarve. algarve is also home <333 I miss it now :) THE FOOD IS AMAZING , YESSS!!! you must try pastel de nata !!! (egg custard tarts!!!) i really love them they’re so fucking good.

REG AS A BLACK CAT IS THE ONLY HC THAT MATTERS HONESTLY. I love it so so much. and james as a horrible shower singer ???? canon fr. (i adore jily night owl/early bird so fucking much it’s like a release i adore it so much they had that for a little while at least!) JAMES HAS MAGICAL POWERS FR FR !!!! i wish i had them too damn me with headaches and shit.

yes they’re lesbians if i’ve ever seen them. and moonWATER???? that’s fucking HARSH ??? (i’d read a oneshot maybe. maybe.)

my secondary house is slytherin !!! and oh my god that’s literally so cool i just have the one patronus!!

luna luna luna i’m just as sane as her she gets me fr.

I’m literally so jealous of so many American restaurants. i want dairy queen now damn. if i ever come there i will go to dairy queen and i’m very excited for that.

barrs cream soda is literally bae it’s so good (though it used to be 39p and now it’s 59p ???? rip off asf but i’d still buy it )

i’m an ex-gifted kid now try-hard

IK IT IS MYSTERIOUS AS FUCK

mtr kills me . i’m in a battlefield every time i hear that song fr. (cruel summer is a close second <33)

one second i am timmy tim at the oscars next i am one of the queen’s corgis!!!!! the opportunities are endless

they went into the fucking vacuum of the earth or something where else WHY DOES IT HAPPEN. WHY DO YOU GO. STAY???

smarties and jaffa cakes >>> shitty american chocolate

it would be a dream. I have so many questions and he’s the only one who could ever answer that.

work song. work song. work song.

THEY GET ME ALL BOPPING WHILE I’M GETTING DRESSED AND STUFF.

it’s SNOWING??? lucky asf tell me if it’s enough for a snowman at the very least.

WE THOUGHT WE WERE SO SMART BECAUSE WE KNOW MACBETH BY HEART having studied it and all!! (AND I KNEW YOU’D GUESS THAT. i was it & he was georgie and that’s what was so funny because he’s taller so him wearing a yellow raincoat and with the red balloon and stuff it was so funny. and i was the creepy fucking clown but he was still funnier because imagine a tall blonde georgie like DAMN. )

reviewing q’s -

marlene would treat you right. I just know she would.

marry him for the money!!! marrying evan is a good choice too though (killing barty for the win!!!)

clothes and books and candles and jewellery YESSS GIRL AS YOU SHOULD JAZZ YOURSELF UP.

liv better step up and get that tattoo. you guys are the bunnyfish it’s practically illegal not to get that tattoo.

no same honestly i’m a second away from my death i could be rolling on the ground and die in a few second fr you’re so valid for this.

picking truth forever yessss >>>> (i’ve picked dare but i’m playing with lu so it’s always stuff like ‘i dare u to eat a spoonful of ketchup’ like damb boy you can do better.)

i buy nail polish and lipstick from poundland and primark all the time. literally it’s an addiction because i think buying them for a pound is a good deal . but then i buy like 20 of them and suddenly i’m a hoarder. (special mention to my buys of the royal butter and the toblerone!)

THIS QUOTE. OH MY GOD THIS QUOTE THIS QUOTE . killing me opening me helaing me and killing me. someone loving u like this is all u fucking need fr >>>

james potter has an ego the size of a lake but a heart to match. mskingbean knew what she was doing fr . I LIVE FOR LITTLE WOMEN REFERENCES IN FICS OMG I’M ACTUALLY WRITING ONE AS WE SPEAK.

i’ve never met a celebrity so that’s annoying. wlaking past seth rogen??? so casually??? i’d be screaming and stuff. seeing john mulaney and olivia munn must be jarring actually. i’m jarred rn. like wdym they sit around eating lunch like me??

this sounds so funny ‘humpty dumpty party mix’ dying dead. but also i want to eat it sounds really fucking good and such a range of cuisine in there seriously.

no this is so real of u. I don’t crush on anyone except for fictional characters who real humans will never ever live up to.

ahhhhhhhhh liv knowing you bestttt that’s peak platonic soulmatism!!!! (your dad sounds so cool 2 fr) i get that sm because lu knows me best and that’s honestly peak knowing someone that well .

lover’s my first dance song, but it depends on what mood i’m in. sometimes i need to feel like a criminal, and at that point it’s getaway car. but rn it’s lover. in a very lover mood atm.

AHHHHH OH MY GOD THAT’S SO COOL AHHHHHHHHH SEEING THE PARTHENON??? I wanna see it too DAMN.

coming out while driving yesssss because they have to keep driving. (And to Harry styles??? double cool??) for me it was lu that figured it out . he was like damn you a bisexual. (obviously more deep but this is very much the gist of it) LONG DRIVES WITH MUSIC AND WINE AND SUNSET OH MY GODDDDDDD . DREAM.

u chose the right answer. like idc as a brit , which is where regulus is from , i say r(edge) so it’s redge. DONE. (although if anyone else says it it doesn’t matter ALL that much. )

listen i watched friends and i think ‘va fa a napoli’ is a swear ??? confirmation pls ??? I TRIED TO LEARN SWEDISH FOR THIS EXACT REASON OMG. because i was obsessed with young royals but i only did one lesson. my brain said no! i did 6 years of french , have a french fluent best friend and still can’t speak it properly. such a pain honestly. (that’s such a cute lil nerdy thing to do tho damn girl u get that excited???? go learn your star wars language YES DO IT!!!) (AHHH U CAN READ ANCIENT GREEK ??? MA’AM THAT’S SO COOL.)

q’s for me —->

fuck evan marry reg kill barty. i am a gold digger. that’s all. and barty because he did stuff to alive and frank and if it comes to choosing i shall bring that up unfortunately .

marry lily fuck marlene kill pandora (sorry pandora sorry u don’t deserve it) lily evans is WIFEY. she is wife she is mother i am hers and she is mine. love her.

My time to shine as a polyglot.

portuguese

gujrati

hindi

urdu

marathi

bsl

i am fluent in all of the above but i also speak punjabi a lil and also know braille english , but apparently that’s not a language so i can’t use it.

4. topaz cool as shit. so topaz , but also obsidian and amethyst (birthstone alert!!)

5. i have not ! however I saw a quote of it on my dash (‘you were my purpose’) so now i will watch it !! very excited for it !!!

6. forest. could be lovely there with picnics and shit. i’ve had a forest picnic and i’ve been fine so forest. not sea because i won’t betray reg , and not mountains because i cannot climb !!!

7. weirdly enough a hairdresser 💀💀💀 wtf was up in my head??? i used to think the cutting and dyeing hair was so cool and i really wanted to do it until i was like 9. then i got some sense knocked into me.

8. cancer 💀💀i did my epq (which is like a dissertation of sorts) on this and i still remember everything and honestly it’s so sad and so much but i could talk about it for ages. BUT ON A HAPPIER NOTE !!! I COULD TALK ABOUT PLATONIC SOULMATISM FOR HOURS !!!!!! HOW A FRIEND LIEK THAT IS SO SO IMPORTANT THAN HAVING A BILLION FRIENDS WHO WON’T EVEN KNOWN YOUR FAVOURITE COLOUR !!!!

9. timothée chalamet & louis partridge ( i love timmy for obvious reasons & i could so treat louis better than his grandma ass girlfriend come here bb) ALSO FLORENCE AND ZENDAYA (but I don’t want tom to bite my thumb off for simping after his gf)

10.APPLE MUSIC !!!!! APPLE MUSIC FOREVER AND EVER ARE YOU KIDDING ???? dolby atmos just does somrthing to my ears.

11.canis major !!! very sirius of me but canis major !!! love it and i can tell which star is sirius right away. but draco is a close second !!!

12.well u know about the dancing jazz . so i’ll pick another one (hard to choose damn) i took him with me to a wedding as my date (fake of course because of the family asking do u have a bf yet do u have a bf yet) and he was the white boy there and he was wearing a tux and he was so innocent and everything he ate was so spicy he nearly cried but he powered through and when he came out on the dance floor he DID THE DANCE BETTER THAN ME???? how dare he??????? and he was so nice to all my family who kept calling him ‘gora’ (white boy) even though he fully knew what that meant . like he did all that and he bought a toaster to gift to them as well. it was something else and i will always remember that. BUT ALSO I HAVE ANOTHER WEDDING COMING UP SOON (start of march) AND I’M TAKING HIM AS MY FAKE DATE AGAIN !!!! hoping he’s built his spice tolerance up , but i shall update u soon on whether he has or not.

13. i really fucking want wingstop. like so badly. I would fly to the us for that shit i just WANT ONE CHOMP ON THAT STUFF. it looks so fucking good and life changing like damn come in my mouth bb. And also birria tacos. i need to try that asap it looks so good i could cry.

q’s for u -

something u could talk about for hours?

worst advice you’ve ever given?

worst advice you’ve ever taken?

if u were a periodic table element which one would u be ?

what’s your undercover spy name ?

do you prefer savoury or sweet?

Who’s your favourite friend (from the tv show)?

3 wishes ??

how long are u surviving in a zombie apocalypse?

favourite stone ?

fave constellation ?

weirdest dream ?

worst dream?

best dream ?

timothée chalamet or ben barnes ?

things u eat at the movies ?

last text you sent?

last text you got ?

phone calls or text messages ?

what greek tragedy hero are u ? (this is a quiz & i got orpheus !)

And what’s your favourite meme ? I must know this?

(beeeeee beeee thank u for being such a lovely human !!! come back soon !!! i will miss u and i’m seeing this before the exam , so i’m chanelling all my remus Lupin energy into this. thank u for the luck , i wish u luck in life <3333 come back soon dont be too long !!! )

[dragonofthemountain]

I think Viran may still be my favorite, but Lodec is creeping closer to the top spot lol, he’s a lot of fun to draw and a sweet bean!

I love all the redesigned looks, I hope I did the boi justice!!

@fangirltothefullest @ask-the-fusions

[daughter-of-sapph0]

ranking my predictions on a scale from 1-5 based on how well I did predicting them

- Liz dies (3/5 this one was pretty obvious. unfortunately she wasn't already dead in 2021 and they just refused to announce it.)

- Mario movie flop (1/5 it was delayed. and unfortunately, apart from chrisp rat, it looks decent)

- Bezos rocket explosion (1/5 I'm crying right now)

- meta gets hacked (2/5 while it didn't get hacked, it did completely flop and literally no one uses it. the only one who wasted billions was zuckerberg)

- crypto/nft/vr crash (3/5 I feel like the general public has realized that nfts suck ass. but they took all their love for nfts and put it into love for ai art. which is arguably just as shit)

- Lego star wars (2/5 I played it for two weeks when it came out, had a good time, and didn't touch it again. I don't even know if the quanatic dream game even came out. I haven't heard about it at all this year)

- Joe Biden senior moment (1/5 unfortunately. it would have been funny though.)

- Texas power outage (2/5 while we are in the middle of a massive country wide winter storm, barely anyone is protesting or even admitting that climate change and poor infrastructure is to blame for this)

- stupid super bowl commercial (?/5 I didn't watch the super bowl. I don't give a shit about sports. I'm assume no, since I didn't hear anything noteworthy about it.)

- suez canal blocked again (5/5 I fucking predicted it! the affinity v got stuck in the suez canal on August 31st. it was only there for like a day. but still, this is the closest one I predicted to actually being accurate)

- covid variants (1/5 I don't think any new covid variants were widespread enough to be infectious or dangerous. this prediction was mostly a commentary on how the us would ban travel to countries with good covid protection, but not to countries with terrible covid protection, because the us is racist. but honestly, it seems like travel and shit has dramatically increased.)

- China gold is communist propaganda (1/5 I literally forget everything that happened at the Olympics. I do know that a lot of right wing people were angry that the us didn't win a billion gold medals in every event. the Olympics aren't important. what's really important is Argentina kicking Frances ass in the world cup baby!)

- gavle yule goat burning broke curse (1/5. no.)

- tesla stock drops after elon musk twitter moment (4/5. I was pretty close with this. I thought it would be something small and stupid like retweeting furry porn. not something so idiotic and expensive like making himself god king emperor of twitter and doing absolutely everything in his power to make the site unusable)

- gameboy switch games (1/5. no. I doubt they ever will. Nintendo doesn't give a shit about their fans and never will.)

- indie game is goty (2/5 tbh I wasn't expecting elden ring to be as good as it was. although, stray getting nominated is close enough to give myself at least some points on this prediction)

- tears of the kingdom delayed (5/5. but I feel like this one was obvious.)

- reddit sellout (2/5 I don't use reddit, but I do feel like it's slowly becoming more and more unusable. not full on censored to oblivion like tiktok. but still kinda shit. tbf, tumblr and discord are the only usable social media websites anyway.)

- India discovers et life. musk bros mad (1/5. I really doubted it this year, but I do honestly think that some time in the future, smaller space programs will surpass shit like spacex and be far more successful in research.)

- biologically engineered nft monkey (2/5. I'm giving myself a point for the almost unrelated fact that his neurolink has killed almost every single test monkey they used.)

- Disney's 24th first queer character (5/5. again, this was obvious. honestly strange world was pretty good. people are saying it flopped because of the gay mc. no, it flopped because they released it thanksgiving weekend with apsolutely no advertising while wakanda forever was still playing, all so they could say "oh wow I guess people hate movies with gays. fine, no more queers in our films then.")

- star wars shit (1/5. honestly with all the shit star wars has been announcing, I'm surprised this wasn't a thing. whatever. andor was the only good star wars show ever, and probably will be the best star wars media for the next ten years)

- bush dies. (1/5 I'm really sad about this one.)

so in conclusion, the only things I got right were the really obvious shit and the suez canal being blocked again. other than that, most of my predictions were just meh. I was hoping this year overall would be better than 2021. and personally, for me it was. I got a nice job and am well off financially. but other than that, it's been pretty average.

I would say that in the past year, I've definitely grown and matured as a person, artist, teacher, and friend. I hope that 2022 was a good year for you, and I wish you the best in the next year.

predictions for 2022

-queen Liz kicks the bucket (bonus points if she's already dead but they won't officially say she is until February)

-the Mario movie is a box office failure, and Chris Pratt has his legacy ruined.

-Jeff bezos dies in a rocket explosion on his way to his space yatch

-Facebook / meta has its servers hacked and people lose access to their virtual house that they spent thousands on.

-extension to the last one: general public realize that nfts and metaverse and crypto and creating the matrix is stupid as hell. the vr market faces a crash similar to the video game crash of 83.

-Lego Star Wars The Skywalker Saga is a better game than any other Star Wars game before it. the other Star Wars game by quantic dream flops, and they go bankrupt.

-Joe Biden has a senior moment and Kamala Harris takes over as president for a couple days, rather than just 80 minutes when biden had a camera up his ass

-Texas faces another power outage because literally nothing changed in the last year. people start a riot and protest outside of the mansions of electricity ceos.

-a commercial from the super bowl spikes international outrage after using imagery from the 2020 BLM protests to try and sell Pepsi

-international trade is interrupted by another Evergiven level event.

-three new variants of covid are discovered by scientists in Brazil, but the variants are most common in France. the us bans travel from Brazil, but not from France.

-China wins the most gold at the winter Olympics. some guy on fox claims they had an unfair advantage because they were communist (accidents mixes up his transphobic and anti-communist arguments). a meme is started that communism makes you good at sports

-the year overall turns out better than the past four years combined, and it's joked that burning down the gavle yule goat broke the curse.

-summer heatwave causes damage for infrastructure and some republican politicians houses literally being to melt. they then suddenly begin to care about climate change.

-spacex and tesla lose most of their stock after elon musk retweets traced furry porn. news articles make a bigger deal about the image being stolen then they do about the subject matter of the image, which is the correct response to that situation

-Nintendo adds Gameboy games to the switch online service. it's sold as a separate package like the n64 games, and costs twice as much as the n64. they also release a stupid fucking controller that's just a Gameboy with a non-functioning screen. they charge $50 for it.

-an indie fan game that was part of a weekend game jam wins game of the year, because everything else was shit.

-breath of the wild sequel gets delayed.

-reddit sells out and becomes all "family friendly" or whatever. tumblr and discord are the only places left where you can say the word "kill" without censoring it to "unalive".

-microscopic life is discovered on an asteroid in our solar system by ISRO / India Space Program. racist space bros get mad that spacex didn't discover it first.

-elon musk uses DNA modification or whatever to make the nft monkey real.

-Disney anounces their 24th first LGBT character.

-star wars anounces a live action clone wars show focusing on the clones, staring Temuera Morrison as 80% of the cast.

-George Bush dies of covid. hundreds of millions of people celebrate.