#as i’ve said before i am NOT an editor so if it’s shit thats why lol

[partyfears]

fellow travelers | ur so pretty - wasia project

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[quirklessidiot]

aoba johsai’s sport’s journalist (h/c’s)

just crack+ fluff + platonic-ish relationship (gn!y/n) (w: language!) a/n: this has been bugging me for awhile now since i havent seen headcanons of this yet (if their are do send them on my ask box) and since im on a slump, i decided to write this down. this is completely fun, easy-going, and self-indulgent, really perfect for someone stuck on a slump ksks. idk if i should make some for the other schools but oh welp enjoy! happy 900 btw werkwerk uwu so weird to reach this when im not even very active.

Now let’s be honest here, it’s no surprise that the volleyball team of aoba johsai has their own sports journalist. Like, c’mon, they’re one of the best in the prefecture.

But let’s start with the basics here, shall we? Let’s start with you, how this all goes through, and how you got into this heaping pile of mess.

Yep, you.

There you were in high hopes to get into journalism for college so what better way was it than to apply for the school paper? It would definitely look good and pretty in those college applications *chef’s kiss* you’re a second year btw idk if that matters but yeah..

Much to your surprise no one was applying for the news section which was kind of sad since you wanted a buddy there.

but-but it turns out though everyone was applying for the sports section completely understandable, next to feature, it was the most exciting thing to write because there was going to be a special section and writer for the volleyball team.

You knew that volleyball was kind of a big thing around your school?? you just didn’t expect it to amass like that much people.

The editor in chief is obviously surprised, you were the first person on that day to come in there and actually apply for something else.

and guess where that led you to?

Yep, the sport’s section, specifically the volleyball team’s personal sports journalist. Your brain goes brrt brrt because you were not a sports writer at all and you were, ironically, scared of ball games.

VOLLEYBALL WAS COMPLETELY NEW TERRITORY FOR YOU.

Your editor in chief laughs it off and says, “you’ll do fine… its like news bUT SPORTS! IT’LL DEFINITELY LOOK GOOD IN YOUR APPLICATIONS!”

You’re not sure if you should be terrified or terrified?

It doesn’t help that on the first day when you enter the gym you look terribly constipated and panicking a lot because of all the stray balls being spiked and tossed around.

It also didn’t help that you crash course the terminologies and the member’s name a night before and you were just running on iced coffee that day.

Yeah, way to make a first impression, huh?

When you approach the coach, you’re not exactly sure what to say and you were this close to chickening out until you saw one of the players come up to you and ask if you were alright and if you wanted to talk to oikawa.

you’re loading for a second there.

and the poor guy who asks you if you were alright, starts looking actually worried because you weren’t responding at all.

“OH, oH IS THAT THE CAPTAIN?”

the guy literally looks very confused?? because what kind of rock were you living under that you didn’t know Oikawa???

so you go ahead and introduce yourself and say that your name was Y/N and you were the new sports journalist for the team.

“....soooo you write?”

“...”

at this point on, you’re also confused too

and idk man, first impressions do indeed last because you ended up (unknowingly) sharing the same brain cell with Matsukawa Issei.

you both were just confused there, straight up looking like two kids who got left behind by their mom in the grocery check-out line.

anyways...

He tells you the team’s pretty chill and you should stop looking like they spiked a ball on your puppy or something.

Basically introduces you to the whole team after, 

no questions asked, just go with the flow.

You basically just click and vibe???

Not only because you crash coursed and related to whatever they said, 

you literally all shared the same brain cell together.

Kentaro was another story though, kid basically hated your guts at first, it felt like if you were to say one sentence to him that day, he’d literally spike a ball at your direction.

“we’re basically the same year tho :(” -Y/N

“lmao well do i’ve got news for you, y/n-chan.” - Oikawa and basically everyone on the team.

you gradually start to understand the coolness of the sport since you had to incorporate visiting them once or twice a week during practice.

but suddenly it becomes almost a daily routine after a month because they’re just really friendly people??

like wow, they’re all friendly giants.

You’re literally just there to write about them but they’re really patient and kind, they even invite you to practice games so that you could practice out your skills in writing since you mentioned that you’ve never written for sports yet.

they even give you some added key terms that aren’t found in books and online.

you’re def closest to iwaizumi and matsukawa.

iwaizumi because he makes really funny fish jokes about oikawa (yes you arent supposed to be laughing but man theyre funny af, oikawa would usually call you and iwa corny because the jokes aren’t even that funny) and yes its canon that whenever iwaizumi sees an oikawa fish in textbooks, he starts laughing and joking about it.

no explanation needed why you ended up being close to matsukawa.

its obvious after that first meeting ya both would be besties.

same brain cell bros go brrt brrt.

incredibly!! supportive!! I CANNOT STRESS THAT ENOUGH

like when you release a new write up about them, Oikawa would usually go, “It’s such an honor to be apart of your first steps, can you sign this?”

dramatic but hella supportive, we stan the gr8 king

“oh, wow, i thought you said you didn’t write before? how come you sound like a professional already?” - Hanamaki 

another dramatic best boi.

akira + kindaichi getting shy because they’ve never experienced this yet. So whenever you try to interview them about stats or something for a special issue, they usually end up a stuttering mess

“w-well, L/N-san...”

kentaro slowly warming up to you but still looks like he wants to spike a volleyball at your face 90% of the time but unlike before you’re used to his whole thing already.

“Move, extra.”

“You were great, by the way. That was a powerful spike!”

you may or may not be included in random ramen nights with the team

yes, oikawa buys you your own bowl of ramen

itadakimasu.

he doesn’t mind tho, he really loves how you write them. 

so its sort of a thank you for giving the team justice when you write about them.

team says you’re technically part of the team so they make you your own jersey. Now when you watch your games people ask if you’re like the manager or smthng.

“ no :’) “

When they lost against shiratorizawa and karasuno, you were bawling too like you were apart of the team.

this pretty much cheered everyone up despite the loss because your crying face was apparently very funny and memable.

oh right, your article was passed on to the town’s newspaper

it was literally like 7 am on a saturday and your notifs went zoop.

they added you to their group chat and spammed you with pictures of the articles that you wrote.

“...wOW I CAN’T BELIEVE IT?? YOU GOT FRONT PAGE FOR SPORTS???” -Oikawa

“we didn’t even win the tournament but we still get a feature?? thats so cool?? holy shit?? CONGRATS KSKSKS” -matsukawa

lmao idk matsukawa looks like a keyboard smasher tbh idk why

pretty much its normal for you to even start hanging out already outside of the court and after practice to get steam buns.

more chaotic mess and clumsy you running around.

your volleyball sports writing experience wouldn’t be complete until someone accidentally spikes a ball at the back of your head amaright?

ironically, it’s yahaba who does that to you. poor smoll bean.

“wow, you’re dumb.” -kentaro says to you

“ :’)” -you.

“y/N-SAN I SWEAR IT WAS AN ACCIDENT.” -yahaba 

overall, you found yourself in a safe haven with the volleyball team and yes, you also cried when the third years graduated. 

the third years have a picture with everyone on the team + you with a very red face from all the crying?? once again, you’ve proven yourself to be a meme.

continued to write for them up until graduation.

and its def obvious you kept in touch with all of them after, duh.

[the-fiction-witch]

Too Close For Comfort

REAL LIFE: SCANDAL COUPLE: TBS X READER RATING: FUNNY

"I'm already angry and bitter and we haven't even started yet" Thomas sighed as he and y/n sat at her dinning table

"You dick! I just pressed record" she laughs

"Well. That's in the video now." He sighed

"This is a great time to talk about someone we don't often chat about" she laughed "Sally!"

"Sally, Yeah everyone loves sally"

"Yeah, Sally. She is My wonderful beautiful editor, who edits all of my footage. we love her so much and she goes though everything, and sorts it all out, she goes though stuff where we have like sat for like two hours chatting about nothing" she explained "Sally is the one who delts with our shit so show her some love" she explained "Anyway! the video"

"what are we doing today y/n?"

"We are starting a challenge" she explained "Now if you've been on the internet for a while you are somewhat aware of this challenge, The challenge is that you got two people and a pair of" she smirked before dropping a pair of metal handcuffs on the table "Handcuffs."

"where did you get those?"

"sex shop"

"Oohh, why didn't you get those soft fluffy ones?" He asked "The pink ones?"

"Oh? how do you know about those then Thomas?"

"I have been in a sex shop in my life y/n. I've not bought anything but I have been in a sex shop"

"Okay Vanilla boy" she laughs "Have you ever been handcuffed before Thomas?"

"Uuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhh...... I uhhh. I don't want to admit that On camera"

"Come on Thomas more of your dirty laundry is going to be aired in this video come on" she says "Literally in some departments"

"I have. Before."

"Ooooohhhh Vanilla boy has been handcuffed before"

"One time! and it was the fluffy ones so they where way more comfy"

"but unfortunately we have just plain metal ones, Now most have seen this challenge before but we are extending it.  Instead of doing thing for twenty hour hours, we are doing it for 167 hours!"

"what?"

"We are doing it for a week!"

"A week!"

"Yes! I hadn't told Thomas about this until now so... its a surprise to everyone but me!"

"we're being handcuffed together for a week!"

"Yes we are!"

"I thought we where doing this for one day..."

"Nope"

"Oohh... I am going to do poorly at this"

"I love how you where so confident when you came over to film today and now you look so scared"

"I thought it was twenty four hours. I was okay with one day,"

"What are you scared off? what was fine for one day but isn't for any longer?"

"I was convicted it was one day and that I could just... basically sit and play switch and watch tv with you and then it would be fine, but a week? how are we gonna sleep? how are we going to bathe? how... how are we gonna go to the bathroom!"

"We are going to figure that out" she laughs "Yes so one week, handcuffed to each other. I think we'll be okay because we are very used to being around each other I think we're going to forget about it and then one of us is going to like get up to move and accidently drag the other one with them"

"I have... concerns"

"I know you do. Lets just hope I don't start my period this week"

"Ohh god! your not right?"

"I shouldn't... but it does like to randomly turn up for shits and giggles"

"I'm concerned about the bathroom, just every element in the bathroom"

"I've seen your dick before Thomas"

"Have you?"

"Yes I have. Many times"

"How?"

"You leave the bathroom door open when you use it?"

"Because I'm used to living alone where you don't need to shut bathroom doors"

"I'm worried about the bath ... I am not sure how we are going to like take our clothes off with handcuffs on,"

"Ohh thats a good point. I have no idea"

"I may just, not shave this week I'm kinda scared about trying to shave with you handcuffed to me, Plus I'm not sure I can actually go to the bathroom with you next to me"

"Well we are going to find out. Its a week Thomas you are gonna have to poop"

"You underestimate my ability to not shit y/n" he says "I have a meeting this week"

"what?"

"I have a meeting, With my agent this week"

"Ohh that's gonna be fun" she smirked "so, Are you ready? to be unable to leave me for one whole week"

"I guess physically I'm ready. Emotionally ... god fucking no I am not ready for this"

"I am prepared to give up my dominant hand for you Thomas, I am prepared to do that"

"Awww, Good because I wasn't prepared to do so for you"

"My logic was, if we have to go anywhere this week which I'm sure we will at some point you are going to need to drive."

"That's a good point actually. okay... Fuck it cuff me" He sighed holding out his arm, Y/n tightened it around his wrist and then around her own "Fuck I hate it so much and it's been ten seconds"

"Good. Because I need to pee"

"Why didn't you go before we locked them!"

"Because we both have to accept we ae handcuffed together for a week! we are going to have to pee in front of each other so might as well get it over with" she laughs "and now for the added element that I didn't want to mention until we where handcuffed!"

"Ohh fuck no, what now?"

"Jack, Thomas' lovely friend who I also adore is coming over in about ten minuets on his way to the airport"

"Okay..."

"He's going on holiday. and I am giving him the key to our handcuffs so we aren't cheating"

"Wait what!"

The doorbell then rang and y/n smirked "That'll be him now, Come on Thomas" Y/n laughs getting up and trying to tug Thomas along with her

Y/n began filming as she laid on the sofa with Thomas sat beside her playing switch the two still handcuffed

"so Jack left, about half an hour ago. I didn't film it becuase... Honestly I don't know but the key is gone, on its way to Italy so this is life for the next week. and Thomas is already being a moody bitch because he won't get up to let me go to the bathroom"

"How are we going to deal with sleeping?" He asked avoiding what she had said

"I don't know, I am going to assume that obviously we are going to have to share a bed."

"we going to sleep at yours or mine?"

"I don't know, I don't think it matters I mean its nextdoor Thomas"

"You have bunnies to look after so I assume we're mostly going to be here?"

"I think so. We are going to need to go to your meeting, and I imagine we are going to have to go to the shops at some point... for milk"

"what do you want for dinner anyway?"

"I have no idea. I'm kinda worried about us cooking tonight because we are not used to these yet and I think someone will get hurt or we will murder each other. But... I don't want to order a take away because one the driver might see our cuffs and be like. The fuck. and also do we want fast food because if it gives one of us a poor tummy then... that's going to be a whole thing"

"Yeah I see your point. wanna do like frozen chicken nuggets or something then?"

"Yeah that's sounds good. that sounds like its not going to make one of us need to shit in the middle of the night."

"Ohh fuck I've just thought about that. what if I need to pee and your asleep"

"I think you're going to need to wake me Thomas. that or drag my unconscious body to the bathroom with you"

"Can I pee in a bottle?"

"No!" she complained "This so far is kinda easy because we aren't doing anything, but I worry for the rest of this week"

"You should do the thing now"

"The thing?" she asked "Ohh right, for safety I do have another key to these handcuffs. the main key obviously has gone to Italy with Jack but I do still have one here. but its for absolute emergency and I don't mean like need the bathroom or freak outs. I mean one of us needs to go to the hospital type of Emergency"

"I may break my leg, just to get the key to get out of this by the end o this week"

"You might. maybe you'll go full 127 hours and chew your own arm off"

"I will admit I have been pondering the concept"

Y/n sat on a bed cuddling both her bunnies Thomas sat beside her looking annoyed

"We forgot to film." she smiled "Give them the information Thomas"

"We both went to the bathroom. which was... weird"

"Its not that weird. I think we are very used to the other just being like the other side of the door anyway so that if we keep talking while using the bathroom its not that bad you can kinda forget that your handcuffed"

"Yeah, However neither of us have took a shit yet."

"That's true." she says "we are in the spare bed, so we can be close to the bunnies and they can cuddle with us tonight, which I have to admit the more I think about it the more it seams like a bad idea, I just though it would be better then having you trying to fall asleep in my bed"

"I am a little worried about you moving around, and the bunnies moving around. Mostly I'm worried about jellybean trying to hump me"

"He likes to hump you"

"he does. Clearly I'm attractive"

"shut up Thomas" she says "we did take our cuffs off briefly. Because I realized we can't take our clothes off to get into bed because our clothes stay on the cuffs so we literally just took them off to take the clothes off and then handcuffed again. so that's the one rule I'm adding that we can take our clothes off with it because lets be real we are doing this for a week we have to change clothes at some point"

"Yeah it was just horrendously impossible. so that's the rule we can use it to take our clothes off and all"

"Right, come on bunnies off to bed" she told them and pushing them off the bed "Right so I guess we are going to sleep together now, We'll see you in the morning everyone or in the middle of the night depending on when we need the bathroom" she smiled waving to the camera Thomas waved too and the light went out "Goodnight Thomas"

"Goodnight y/n"

Then a rather sudden cut away not as if the camera was turned off more as if the editor had quickly cut something the moment he spoke.

[jpat82]

Wrong Number

CHAPTER 5

It had been a week since Chris had texted you through Bas's phone, and the thought of him talking about you always brighten your day. You tapped your phone on the counter of the coffee bistro you owned, bored out of your mind. Bas should be landing anytime, and as always you were eager to hear from him. Not just to alleviate your boredom but cause he just made your day brighter.

  Emily had bought tickets to a convention coming up. And you couldn't wait to tell him. Of course he would give you a hard time about it but still.

Bas: dear god, I swear that was the longest flight I've been on. And trust me, I've been on a lot of flights.

You: did tsa frisk you?

Bas: no, thank god.

You: maybe that's why your grumpy? Maybe they should of frisked you.

  Bas: well someone has there mind in the gutter.

You: me? How did you get my mind in gutter and tsa frisking you?

Bas: come on, tell me you weren't thinking about them frisking me.

  You: and if I was?

Bas: naughty girl.

You: anyway, guess what!

Bas: your ritual sacrifice didn't work and you need bail money now.

You: uh, a.) my sacrifices alway work and 2.) Emily got her and I tickets to a con next week.

Bas: your seeing a con? Well that escalated, here I thought we were partners in forever singleton.

You: omg, no, a con a convention. Ugh, didn't realize I had to spell it out.

Bas: oh, one of those things you nerdy people do.

You: I'm not a nerd, I have heathy love for the movies I enjoy.

Bas: fine, who's going to be there? And are you dressing up?

You: no I won't dress up. And two of my favorites are going to be there.

Bas: let me guess.

  Bas: that Bucky dude and his idiotic friend?

You: uh, it's Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans thank you very much.

  Bas: as I said that Bucky dude, with the annoying long hair, and his deputy do right friend, with the perfectly coifed hair.

You: your in mood.

Your phone started ringing before you could text out another response.

      "Sorry, I didn't mean for that to come out so harsh." He sounded tired, no doubt he was. "Back to why aren't you dressing up?"

    "I don't know, it would take to long to put something together." You reply, wiping the counter down, seeing your employee come in for her evening shift.

       "Are you going to gets photos with them?" He asked, you could hear the sounds of the airport going on in the background.

       "Hey, are you talking to her?" You heard a voice in the back ground of his phone.

      "Yes, with both of them." You tell him, waving bye to your relief, exiting the building after bundling up.

     "Nice, sounds like fun." He sounded distracted, you could hear the other person telling him he wanted to talk. "Chris seriously, dude, knock it off."

    "I'm guessing your with your friend and you didn't throw him in Thames?" You laugh as you cross the street.

      "Yeah, no, I didn't. Beginning to regret that I didn't. Hey, knock that off. He desperately wants to talk to you." Bas informed you and yelled at his friend.

      "I'm guessing he's in one of his moods again?" You stepped on to the bus that would take you home.

      "Yes, of course he is. He's always in one of his moods." He replied, you heard a squabble break out on the other side of his phone.

      "Hey." A male voice announced suddenly, laughing. "I'm Chris."

     "Hi Chris. Did you fight Bas for his phone?" You laugh shaking your head.

       "Yeah maybe," he sounded slightly out breath.

        "Are you running?" You lean forward in your seat trying to listen closer.

        "Hell yeah, cause the minute he catches me I'm a dead man." He huffed out, you could imagine what the people at the airport were thinking as they were chasing each other.

       "If you knew he was going to kill you, then why did you steal his phone?"

       "Cause, how else am I going to talk to you? I mean, come on, he's always staring at his phone grinning like an idiot, talking about you." He took a deep breath, another scuffle broke out.

        "I'd like to apologize for my friend, seems he was transported back to high school." Bas's voice returned, breathing heavily. "Anyway I have a cab to catch with boy wonder here so I'll text you later."

    "Have fun." You hung up the phone, laughing to yourself.

   You spent the rest of your evening putting the final touches on one of your manuscripts. And with a flourish hit send to a possible editor and publisher, then you panicked because you actually did. You snagged your phone, and in the panic you went and texted the one person to calm you down.

  You: Bas, I'm an idiot. Oh dear god what did I do?

Bas: I don't know, babe what did you do?

You: sent off one of my stories.

Bas: good about time.

You: THATS NOT HELPING!!

Bas: I'm sorry hold on,SHIT, I CANT BELIEVE YOU DID THAT!!!

You: uh, better.

Bas: but really though good. I don't know why you're freaking out, what's the worst that could happen?

You: they could like it and want to publish.

Bas: you are so backwards.

You: your just now realizing this?

You: so what time zone are you in?

Bas: eastern. I get to spend a couple glorious days at home before I jet off to some where else.

  You: so what are you going to do with yourself?

Bas: I don't know, relax, sacrifice, maybe con you into having phone sex with me again. Listen to music, watch a documentary or two

You: did you have to bring up the phone sex? I still can't believe we did that.

  Bas: I didn't hear you complain about it.

You: true, but most of the time when people do that they know each other.

Bas: you know me, well, hopefully the only part that matters.

  You: you do have a point. But you do sacrifice to the dark lord, you still could be like an axe murder.

Bas: so do you. Are you projecting?

You: but I still don't know stuff about you. Like what do you do for a living? Why are you always traveling? That kind of thing.

There was a long pause, your heart pounding, you guys had never approached these subjects. Just content on talking about everything else, occasionally flirting nothing this serious.

Bas: I'll make you a deal.

You: I'm listening.

Bas: I have a lot going on the next week. After that I'll tell you everything about me that you want to know.

You: sounds good.

@kitkatkl @mrs-meghan-winchester @ms-sith @sginger1995 @elivanah

[goforwardgreenwriter-blog]

The Worm Reads: Empire of Storms, Ch 42 - 43

I AM ACTUALLY SPEECHLESS HOLY FUCKING SHIT

Manon Blackbeak cracked open eyelids that were too heavy, too burning, and squinted against the flickering lantern light that swayed upon the wood panels of the room in which she lay.

HHHH I’VE BEEN DREADING THIS. Please kiss the Manon we know goodbye, because we’re likely gonna never see her again after this chapter.

[Manon] bolted upright. Abraxos. Where was Abraxos—

Unghhh their relationship is too pure and wholesome for this shitty novel. I seriously want Manon to leave this series and go to HTTYD, it’s what she deserves.

(...) the chains now around Manon’s wrists, around her ankles—anchored into the walls with what appeared to be freshly drilled holes.

FRESHLY DRILLED HOLES. What did they use to drill those holes? Don’t tell me they popped down to Home Depot and picked up a brand new screw gun I am l aughing

Alien is there and already I’m seeing red please SJM i am begging u keep Alien’s crusty ass 100000 miles away from Manon

[Aelin] jerked her chin toward the floor. A pitcher and cup lay there. “Water’s next to the bed. If you can reach it.”

YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE YOU’RE GOING TO LET MANON DIE OF HYDRATION IF SHE CAN’T REACH THE WATER?? FUCK YOU, ALIEN, YOU MASSIVE PIECE OF SHIT.

And as it turns out, Manon can’t reach the water and passes out soon afterwards. Fuck Alien I can’t think of one character I hate more than her fucking selfish ass.

Even unconscious, Manon’s every breath, every twitch, was a reminder that she was a born predator, her agonizingly beautiful face a careful mask to lure the unwary to their doom.

idk this seems weird... Manon is passed out from pain but they’re all splooging over how hot and dangerous she is... idk...

They were nearing Banjali now—and Dorian had tried and failed not to think of his dead friend with every league closer to the lovely city. Tried and failed not to consider if Nehemia would have been with them on this very ship had things not gone so terribly wrong.

*sobs* I miss Nehemia.... she deserved so much better....

“Hello, witchling,” [Dorian] said. [Manon’s] full, sensuous mouth tightened slightly, either in a repressed grimace or smile, he couldn’t tell.

What the fuck is up with SJM making all her men horny for the women’s lips during situations that are in no way sexual?? Like Manon is a prisoner tied up and dying of hydration, why is Dorian thinking about her mouth this is so fucking weird

Dorian didn’t feel like mentioning that he’d been the one who’d jumped into the water [to save Manon]. He’d just … acted, as Manon had acted when she’d saved him in his tower. He owed her nothing less.

Ungh SJM is totally gonna make this a thing ain’t she. Like Dorian is just repaying her here but you know, you just know SJM is gonna use this for them to hook up.

Manon asks Dorian about Elide and the Thirteen and Dorian is like “who the hell are those guys” and Manon gets all sad and I’m :(((((

Whatever had happened, whatever [Manon] had endured … Dorian draped an arm along the back of his chair. “It’s coming in a few minutes. I’d hate for you to waste away into nothing. It’d be a shame to lose the most beautiful woman in the world so soon into her immortal, wicked life.”

Heh, that’s typical Dorian for you. Hey, maybe this ship won’t be so bad! Maybe they’ll become really good supportive friends who bond over all the trauma they went through and-

“I am not a woman,” was all [Manon] said. But hot temper laced those molten gold eyes. [Dorian] gave her an indolent shrug, perhaps only because she was indeed in chains, perhaps because, even though the death she radiated thrilled him, it did not strike a chord of fear. “Witch, woman … as long as the parts that matter are there, what difference does it make?”

WHAT

THE

ACTUAL

FUCK

SJM. ARE YOU EVEN FUCKING KIDDING ME. DO YOU KNOW TRANSGENDER PEOPLE EXIST?? THAT NOT ALL WOMEN HAVE VAGINAS??? ARE YOU FUCKING SAYING TRANS WOMEN ARE LESS OF WOMEN IF THEY DON’T HAVE BREASTS AND VAGINAS??? BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT IT FUCKING LOOKS LIKE TO ME.

I CANNOT FUCKING BELIEVE THIS IS IN AN EPIC FANTASY SERIES. SJM WROTE THIS, EDITORS EDITED IT, AND THEN IT WAS PUBLISHED, AND NOBODY THOUGHT “oh hey, the implications of this are reaaaally bad, let’s cut it”

DJFHSJDFHAFJ THIS IS SO BAD THIS IS REALLY REALLY BAD HOLY SHIT I THOUGHT THIS WAS JUST A BOOK WITH SHITTY PLOT AND WRITING AND CHARACTERS BUT NOW WE CAN ADD TRANSPHOBIA TO THE LIST THATS JUST GREAT.

Sorry about that little tangent but my jaw actually hung wide open when I read that line. Holy fucking shit this novel is going to put me in the ground six feet under.

Dorian offered a lazy grin in return. “Believe it or not, this ship has an unnatural number of attractive men and women on board. You’ll fit right in. And fit in with the cranky immortals, I suppose.”

I’m so heartbroken but... I have to disown my baby boy. Dorian was once one of my few favorite characters but SJM has killed him and replaced him with a transphobic asshole. I’m so sorry my baby boy, you flew too close to the sun. You are hereby demoted to Dorito.

Assdion rears his ugly ass head to be rude to Manon and kiss Alien’s ass before leaving. Bye bitch, hope you fall off the ship and drown.

“Then I suppose you and I are both heirs without crowns.”

Remember last time Alien said this and I defended Dorito, saying he deserved his crown? Oh, how I took those earlier chapters for granted......

The rest of the chapter is Manon angsting about all the shit she’s been through lately. Since I like Manon and she has reason to be upset, I don’t have anything to make snarks about so next chapter.

Lorcan was still wondering what the hell he was doing three days later

Oh fucking great, I just witnessed the murder of my son Dorian and now I gotta read in Lorcan’s POV? Just keep kicking me while I’m down why don’t you, SJM.

“It’s going to rain.” [Elide] slid a flat glance at him. “I do know what thunder means.”

Just fucking stop. This isn’t entertaining at all to watch two people bicker and made snarky remarks 100% of the time to one another and yet we’re supposed to believe they’re bonding I want to d ie

“Drink,” Elide commanded him. Lorcan debated telling her not to give him orders, but … he liked seeing this small, fine-boned creature in action.

What the fuck does that mean?? Fine boned?? Is that really a way people describe others???? What the fuck am I reading???

So Lorcan drank and watched [Elide] while she watched others. So many calculating thoughts beneath that pale face, so many lies ready to spill from those rosebud lips.

I’m so tired like. You guys have done nothing but argue and avoid each other and now Lorass is getting horny at the sight of Elide’s lips I’m so tired.

[Elide] was going to leave. Tomorrow, whenever the carnival rolled out. She’d likely hire one of these boats to take her northward, and [Lorcan] … he would go south. To Morath.

:(( the girl I emotionally abuse is going to leave after we both lied to one another :((( this is so sad can we get 100 likes

Elide talks to some people inside a tavern about Alien.

“Seems like the queen has a habit of showing up where she’s least expected, unleashing chaos, and vanishing again.

FINISH HER

Elide walked out of the third tavern, Lorcan on her heels. They hadn’t spoken once since she’d gone into that first inn. He’d been too lost in contemplating what it would be like to suddenly travel on his own again. To leave her … and never see her again.

I am utterly baffled you two have been nothing but assholes to each other!!! Like seriously you haven’t done anything nice for each other!!! Like wtf SJM is trying make us all :’((( about them splitting up but I can’t wait until this stupid subplot ends!

Elide reveals she can’t read to Lorass and he tries to compliment her, but...?

He wondered if he would have ever noticed if she hadn’t told him. “You seem to have survived rather impressively without it.”

I mean, good on him for not judging her, but like, she was locked up in a tower doing maid work? Reading skills really wouldn’t have made much of a difference there.

Turns out their carnival co workers ratted them out and sent guards after them. Lorass hauls Elide over his shoulder and makes a run for it.

“The gates at the city entrance,” [Elide] gasped as muscle and bone pummeled into her gut. “They’ll be there, too.”

Holy shit that sounds painful. She’s not a sack of potatoes Lorass, try some gentleness.

Lorcan pocketed the axe he’d thumbed free

You literally just took out your axe like two paragraphs ago on the same page. What was the point of this?

They find some rando and force him to get them the hell out of dodge on his boat. Elide hears a splash but doesn’t think anything of it until she sees Lorass again.

[Elide] glanced at the hatchet at [Lorcan’s] side as he strode out of the cabin. “You killed him, didn’t you?” That was what the splash had been. A body being dumped over the side.

So, just to recap, according to Lorass.... killing an innocent man who helped you escape the guards; completely justifiable. Stealing something you suspect is bad from a woman you don’t even like; evil, unacceptable, crossing a line. 

“He might have had a family depending on him.” [Elide]’d seen no wedding ring, but it didn’t mean anything.

I was about to get tilted but SJM corrected herself. I hate the mentality that if you don’t have a spouse, you clearly can’t have a family who depends on you. Kids from previous relationships, parents, grandparents, siblings, they’re family too y’know.

Lorass finds out the Wyrdkey he carried is a fake and loses his shit.

Then Lorcan flung open the door, so violently it nearly ripped off its hinges, and hurled what looked to be the shards of a broken amulet into the river. Or he tried to. Lorcan threw it hard enough that it cleared the river entirely and slammed into a tree, gouging out a chunk of wood.

I enjoy his misery tbh. Lorass is so pissy he reveals to Elide that Alien was Celaena, or as I like to call her Celery, at one point.

“You knew, and you didn’t tell me. Why?” “You still haven’t told me your secrets. I don’t see why I should tell all of mine, either.”

I mean, yeah, hate to agree with Lorass but fair enough. You’ve both done nothing but lie to each other’s faces, why would he tell you that? I want to like Elide but all this shitty drama and bickering is making my affection for her wear thin.

Then - holy fucking shit, there’s like a bunch of huuuuuuge paragraphs of Lorass and Elide bickering and they’re so fucking big. This hurts my eyes to look at. I’m gonna screencap one of them, just to show you how fucking huge they are.

HOLY SHIT SJM BREAK UP YOUR BIG ASS BRICKS OF TEXT PLEASE. My eyes started to cross trying to read this, it took me like three tries.

tl;dr because of some bullshit Lorass is staying with Elide because they both have business with Alien. Fuckin’ great, I love everyone’s agendas revolving around the main special snowflake, just fuckin’ great.

There’d been nothing inside the amulet but one of those rings—an utterly useless Wyrdstone ring, wrapped in a bit of parchment. And on it was written in a feminine scrawl: Here’s hoping you discover more creative terms than “bitch” to call me when you find this. With all my love, A.A.G.

Maybe I’d find this amusing if Alien wasn’t a walking shitstain, but... I’m tired. I’m so goddamn tired.

[Lorcan]’d kill [Aelin]. Slowly. Creatively.

Damn wish you would fam, but Alien’s got plot armor bigger than her fuckin’ ego. Lorass ends the chapter by saying he’ll kill Alien, which we all know won’t happen. I’m betting money that there’ll probably be a Lorass/Rowboat/Alien love triangle once Lorass sees what an ~uhmazing~ queen Alien is. Don’t give me that look, you know SJM would.

[tomhollandisdaddyaf]

Cheater Cheater

Authors note: Tom sees a picture of you and a musician leaving a club in LA and thinks you’ve been cheating, also I just picked that photo of Perrie Edwards as a reference to what the photo would be. Enjoy :)

Tom’s jet was set to land in an hour, at the beginning of the journey all he could think about was getting home to you. Now, however, all he could think about was the photos.

About an hour into the flight, when the wifi was enabled, Tom’s publicist sat beside him. “Tom, sweetie,” she was using her mom voice on him. 

“Whats wrong?” Tom perked up, worried that something had gone wrong or there was a delay in him getting home. 

“An editor from TMZ, a friend of mine, distant friend but,” She held her iPhone close to her chest. “He sent me this as a courtesy, but they won’t pull the story,” Handing him the phone.

“How bad is it?” Running his fingers through his hair, expecting a headline about being rude to a fan. Instead, his heart dropped into his stomach.

TOM HOLLAND’S GIRLFRIEND CAUGHT CHEATING LAST NIGHT IN LA? 

Tom Holland, your friendly spider, may not be the only boy y/n y/l/n is getting friendly with. Photos of Y/N coming out of a club late last night in downtown LA, on the arm of up and coming musician Guner, who was said to be playing in the club that night. Sources say she arrived alone and met up with the musician after his set. 

Tom couldn’t believe what he seeing, it was clear as day, there you were with your arm around another mans arm. 

Harrison replaced the seat beside Tom, “Let’s not jump to conclusions mate, there could be a perfectly reasonable explanation?” Harrison had always taken your side and wanted to believe that it was nothing more than a friendly night with a picture taken out of context. 

“I didn’t know they were friends?” Tom handed the phone back to Harrison who nodded at the publicist. “If she were going out with friends she would have told me,” Hot tears threatened, swallowing them down he looked at his best friend “I love this girl, I wanted to marry this girl,” 

Tom was now seated against the window, ignoring the commotion of his best friend and brothers messing around. Scrolling through photos of the two of you from 6 months ago, the last time you had seen each other. 

YOUR POV

Last night was a much needed break from the stress of finally finishing your senior thesis, now just to kick back and wait 2 more weeks until graduation and you’ll have college degree. Nothing could go wrong, you finally met Guner, your best friends secret boyfriend, who was nothing but a total gentleman last night. You and your best friend had gotten a little too tipsy on free booze and needed to be walked to the car seperately as there was no way he could carry both of you to the car. Not in the stilleto heels you both refused to take off. When it was your turn to be walked to the car, you had enough of a sense not to be caught drunk off your ass, for Tom’s sake, he didn’t need his drunk girlfriend being carried out of a club with her best friend. But today your love bug was coming home, your hair was done in loose waves, faux lashes and a sultry red dress, slaving for hours over a perfect 3 course meal. Tom would appreciate it, a home cooked meal followed by intense love making and a long bubble bath. A bottle of champagne on ice, and a pack of stellas in the fridge, tom’s find my friends said he would be pulling up into the driveway any second now. You heard the front door open and close, perching yourself on the counter, the room only lit by candles, you held your breath as he walked in. 

“Welcome Home my love!” You squealed, you wanted to be seductive but your excitement taking over. 

“What is all this?” He hadn’t looked up at you, looking at the table set with disgust. 

“I thought you’d want a nice home cooked meal,” your voice low and dripping with disappointment, “I made all your favorites,” 

Taking a deep breath Tom looked at you “What is this for? You think dinner is going to make me forgive you?”

“Forgive me? For what?” Walking towards him, your hand landing on his arm, which he pushed off. “What the fuck is your problem? I spent all fucking day making all of this for you, and you’re mad because, what?” 

Tom looked you up and down, a look in his eyes you had never seen before, hatred. “You thought I wasn’t going to see the photos from last night?” 

“You’re honestly pissy because I was drunk last night?” Kicking off your heels, pulling up a chair. “I’m an adult Thomas, I can get drunk with my friends if I want,”

“That you most certainly can, but next time you’re going to fuck someone behind my back, maybe don’t get caught leaving a club with him, yeah?” Tom could hardly look at you.

“Excuse me?” You stood up, marching your way towards him, “And who the fuck am I fucking Tom? Please, oh for the love of fucking God tell me who am I fucking?” Pressing your finger hard into his leather jacket.

“Here,” handing you his cell phone with the photo of you and Guner last night, “What the fuck is this huh?” Hot tears leaking down his face.

“Guner? You think I’m fucking Guner? That’s fucking hilarious, so fucking funny,” Biting your lip, tears now coming down your face, “Fuck off Tom, like actually go fuck yourself,”

“Me? Fuck you! I’m gone for 6 months and you decide to start fucking someone behind my back? Seriously? You think this guy is better than me?” Toms voice cracking, looking down at you.

“YOU LEFT ME HERE TOM!” Shoving him slightly “You left for 6 months, never ever inviting me to go see you, never ever letting me come up. Now i’ve ignored every rumor that you’re fucking someone else,” Turning away from him, you felt your heart shattering, “And you wanna accuse me of cheating because of a photo?”

“If you did nothing wrong, then why didn’t you tell me you were going out last night?” Rubbing his mouth in frustration

“Why the fuck would I need your fucking permission you possesive prick?!” You couldn’t handle it anymore, he had no idea how hard this was on you. “Do you ask my permission when you miss a skype call because you and Harrison can’t fucking keep your hands off a god damn bottle? Should we talk about that Thomas? Should we talk about all the girls on Instagram you follow, so many fucking models Tommy, and we both fucking know I don’t look like that.” Your eyelashes were hardly hanging on now, mascara running down your face. “You wanna fucking check my phone? Go right the fuck ahead!” Throwing him your cell phone, grabbing your keys off the hook, his hand grabbing your arm. “You have two seconds to let go of me,” Sniffling, he complied and you stormed off bare foot and heart broken. 

Left alone Tom sat in the chair, going through your cell phone, a series of texts coming through all at once

> I am so thankful that you met Guner last night, I’m so glad you got out of that house last night, hope Tom loved the food you made for him!

>Ok but, isn’t he so sweet for taking our drunk asses home? tbh, i might love him dude!

>Last text I promise! You’re a babe!

>holy shit i just saw the TMZ thing, are you okay?? dont worry, Guner’s publicist is on it!

>tom will understand so don’t stress and let me figure it out, i got us into this mess, just stay strong n remember graduation is 2 weeks away! you did it!

Tom felt like the worlds biggest piece of shit, looking up at the meal you had made him, back to the texts from your best friend, he fucked up. 

You drove around LA before parking in an empty lot, tears rushing down your face, barefoot in LA, no phone, no money, too hurt to go home, and too proud to go to a friends, you stayed in your car all night crying your eyes out, ruining the red silk in an attempt to clean your eyes when an officer tapped on your window. 

“Ma’am? Everything alright?” His voice sweet and soft, signaling to his partner to join him.

“Heartbroken, but physically I’m okay,” You coughed, looking up at him. 

“Hey sweetie, mind stepping out of the car?” The female officer asked, “We just have to make sure you’re not drunk or anything ya know? It’s LA,” 

“Yeah, but I’m kind of barefoot, had a fight with my boyfriend and stormed out,” You realized how that sounded, shaking your head, “He didn’t hit me or anything like that, he just accused me of cheating on him and I haven’t seen him in almost a year and I tried really hard tonight ya know?” Shaking your head again and getting out of the car, you had the sense to leave your license in the glove box, and after a chat you sat on the hood of your car with the female officer, drinking black coffee at 3 am, telling all your woes to this stranger. 

“Go home sweet heart, go somewhere, LA at night is not the place you wanna be right now, not now,” Signaling to your current state. 

“Yeah, thats probably a good idea,” You both slid off the hood, waving goodnight as they waited for your car to exit the lot, driving back to your shared home, turning off the lights before pulling into the driveway. You could go inside and be confronted again, or you could sit in your car and cry some more, which is exactly what you did. Locking the doors, turning off the engine, you crawled into the backseat and sobbed into the leather.

Tom hadn’t left his position in the dining room chair, except to put away the meal you had prepared, finding a note on the 6 pack;

I LOVE YOU! Please Enjoy this and meet me upstairs ;) btw, yes I am using sex and beer as a way to get you to clean the kitchen but you love me!

Fuck did he love you, and he fucked up horribly. He let you walk out without a word, without your shoes or your cell phone or even a coat. He sat back against the wall, finishing the six pack, no longer able to cry. 

The sun had begun to peer over the kitchen window, illuminating the mess of last night. The ice of the champange had long become water, the candles flame died out, what was supposed to be a romantic reunion was now a painful reminder of what he had just let walk out of his life. Fresh tears threatened his eyes when the front door quietly opened and closed, bare feet were the first thing he saw, dirty and blistered, then the black stained silk, and finally, her. Her puffy eyes, makeup running all over her face, hair in a mess. 

“Y/N?” Tom whispered, praying it was really you and not a hallucination.

“Don’t worry, I just came to change and get my phone, I’ll be moved out by tonight.” She said coldly, fresh tears leaking down her face.

“Angle, no” Tom leapt up. blocking you from leaving him. “I fucked up, I really really fucked up.”

“No shit Holland,” 

“I deserve that, but you,” He took a look at you, his heart breaking, feeling as though he could never ever make the world right again, “you don’t deserve any of this” His hand brushed your arm, but stopped when you flinched at his touch. “I’m not going to hurt you,” His voice was low, pained that he had lost all your faith in him.

“I don’t really know that do I?” You began, shaking your head “Never mind,” 

“where did you sleep last night?” Looking down at the mess of a broken soul that he made, “You look rough love,”

“In my car, in some parking lot in downtown LA for a few hours before the police came and made me leave, then in the driveway,” Tears dripping down your face, but too tired to wipe them away.

“Baby, I fucked up, I really really fucked up,” lifting your chin to meet his eyes. “I love you, I haven’t been good to you, I’ve been the worst boyfriend and I guess I thought you were slipping away from me. I knew I wasn’t being enough and when I saw that photo, I just, I thought that maybe you were,” Shaking his head and pulling your little body into his, your sobs shaking his body, “I’m so sorry, so fucking sorry,” His grip on your body tightening, “ I fucked up and I hurt you and even if you walk out of this door right now and never want anything to do with me, I will spend my whole life trying to makeup for hurting you. I love you so so fucking much, I was trying to keep you away from the mess of my life during filming, I wanted you to be focused on school, but in reality I was being selfish and an asshole.”

“I’m not leaving,” You choked, gripping onto his leather jacket, needing him as close as possible. 

“May I take you upstairs and take care of you?” He asked, looking down at your frail body, your puffy eyes and stained face and neck. All he needed was a nod from you, putting his hands under your legs and carrying you bridal style to the bathroom, your hands pulling on his t-shirt. “I love you so fucking much,”

“I love you Tom, I would never ever-” your words halted by a brief kiss from Tom

“Don’t, you did nothing wrong, you have nothing to prove to me,” Setting you down by the tub, slipping the dress off of you, “I’ll replace this,” Running the hot water, adding a bath bomb to it, helping you step in.

“Please, hold me,” locking puffy eyes to puffy eyes with the boy you loved, watching him nod and strip, finding his spot behind you, your head on his chest, silent tears rolling down his face.

“I don’t ever want to lose you,” Kissing the top of your head, Toms hands pulling you into him more, rubbing your hips. “I love you Y/N, I really fucking do.”

Tag list @jkam3327 for giving me the idea!

[survivorkvaloya]

Episode #3: “I Wanna Start S#!t” - Chelsea

Honestly, Steffen, not much has happened for me in the first two episodes. We'll go over it really quick. I liked my original tribe of 5 with Jules, Liam, Christine, and Ryan. They were all awesome. My mentor, Colin, a fellow House of Shade alumni--also awesome. We won the flash game challenge (of the 5 competitors of my tribe, I scored 1 point which landed me in the middle of our tribe rankings). I bonded with Christine early. That could be something to hang onto. The following round was a crapshoot competition and we won that, too! On my new tribe, I like Lauren and Jack and I also have Christine there. I really wish there was more dirt or drama because I love writing lengthy confessionals, but things are just getting started here!

Alright. So I guess no one wants pleasant kind hearted lily around. They want mean angry bitter ass lily which I'm happy to give but they ain't gonna like it. I got an extra vote on this island thing that no one is gonna know about because fuck these bitches. I know I will need the upper hand later when the couples try to destroy the singles. When I get out of reflection island I'm gonna try to buddy up with Connor and ask him to be my new mentor. Jules I'm pissed. I wish I knew exactly what happened but I will try to get to the bottom of it and make sure all those losers pay. I hope you start feeling better too. I feel like I can't trust anyone after that but Jackson seems pretty genuine of not knowing or not being able to do anything. But, because of this HUGE betrayal everyone on that other tribe can fend for themselves. I'll be all nice nice yeah I'd love to work with you but nah. I ain't interested. Let's be clear here, I have no loyalties and I'm not playing some kind of loyal game. You cut my mentor ill cute you. BYE Andreas also told me about Jules getting voted out most likely before the vote which is cool. I appreciate that. But Nicholas Colin we ain't buddies. I'm rooting for a student to win but it ain't y'all. Tonight I will hopefully put together a board of what original tribes people were on their swap tribe and who their mentor is. I think this will help me get a better picture of what's going on. Also, being bitter as fuck only two days in? My aesthetic. 

Oh and also I miss the damn creative challenge? There better be more to come because I'm sad. I've never done a music video challenge this was my shot and these bitches took me out!!! What the HECKIE???? 

nothing's really happened imo. this main is slow. i want drama. nicholas said there's a majority cross tribe alliance. where's my invite? i wanna start shit. my goal is just to make merge so i can blow up, the best way "Trixsea" Steele knows how. :) :) :)

I know i killed this music video challenge, but Chelsea told me that me and only 3 others submitted anything and after re-reading the rules and seeing that its an extra 5 points for every appearance we could actually be fucked. It wouldn't be to big of a problem because honestly I like going to tribal and getting to vote people off, but I also know of the cross tribe majority alliance who supposedly has majority on our tribe right now. If we lose this I'll probably try to blow up and either shake that alliance up or go out in a blaze of chaotic glory.  

Im at tribal right now and I was getting a sick feeling that I was going to be the one voted out... But I always feel like that. I think that I am going to get my team together, Liam got a vote and if he wasn't sure if he wanted to work with me (even thought he said he wanted to) so yeah.... Me, Andreas, Colin, Liam, Ryan, Jackson... Then we have the numbers? yeah cus there is only nine of us rn. We could pull in Conner to make life really easy and to add a couple number just encase. If we do that then out of everyone we would have: Me and Liam, Colin and Brett, Ryan and Jackson, Andreas and... someone (-_- sorry) and then Conner who lost their student. Thats 9 people in a game with 18? maybe that  about half. I don't know what I'm talking about anymore but I do know that this needs to happen soon before I get bumped to the side... I do no like being a side bitch 

Ahhhh, I'm literally so in love with this challenge it was so much fun and Chelsea did such an amazing job editing it. If we don't win I'll be shocked...and scared. Lauren disappeared for a bit and didn't participate so like I'm a little...or a lot worried for her. As of right now I literally love this tribe. QuilLynn is super smart and I adore her, Willow and Chelsea are sweet and adorable and Brett is a gem. I guess the only person I haven't clicked with is Jack but for now everything's looking good and Im hoping we win the challenge :)

Whew, I'm so excited to have won immunity! The challenge was so much fun and now...its messy cause alliances are starting to form and QuilLynn told me about one that apparently me and Lauren are in? So I don't know if Lauren's making deals without me or what, but nobody's approached me specifically and I'm not in any chats so! I'm not sure what's going on and I don't like it. I think right now my #1 is QuilLynn. She's smart, sweet and very easy to talk to so I officially adore her and wanna protect her at all costs. I need to get things in order with Lauren cause I don't wanna get in the middle of some warfare we don't need to be in. 

We lost. Again. This is the worst. My tribe is cursed. Kinda. It's like a blessing in disguise for me tbh. I'm using this time to recover from last round and regroup. There's more talk of a majority alliance forming and I wanna make sure it happens so I can solidify my place in it. I think my number 1 ally has shifted from Nicholas to Jackson now. Jackson is literally my fave person in this game. He's so nice and fun to talk to, he's socially and strategically aware, and most importantly, he's really cute and nice to look at so! I still got that alliance with JD and Andreas but I am not really loyal to it. JD seems to playing messily and I've mentioned before Andreas seems too well connected for his own good. Anyway, onto this vote! Literally? The only thing I've heard? Is Connor? but....... that's all I've heard. Connor isn't putting out another name. No one else is putting out another name. And that's a recipe for paranoia in my mind. I wanna trust the majority that's been built, JD says Jackson and Ryan will be voting with us, and I trust them 10000% but I'm a paranoid hoe. 

my confessional game so far has been weak af so far like I literally forgot to write a confessional last round, so I guess I'll just do a quick recap. Essentially I have mixed feelings about my tribe bc there are 3 other people who I really like Chelsea, QuilLynn, and Gage. We ended up creating an alliance and QuilLynn titled it "arent you Klad I didn't say fjorden" which is iconic! Anyway that cookie challenge last round killed me but I'm glad I came up with the strategy to split 3 on 0, 3 on 9 and 3 in the middle. Lily was convinced that they weren't going to put all their cookies on one of our tribe mates so like I'm kinda glad I proved her wrong lmao idk. As for the people I have mixed feelings about Jack is okay I mean he usually replies but in PMs he can be kinda boring and give one word answers. Christine is really nice but she just doesnt reply a lot? maybe she just doesnt like small talk or something. Brett, I've heard really good things about him but he only replies when its about him lol, like if I ever start sharing one of my stories or whatever idk he just stops replying lol. Lauren, okay shes super cute but seems inactive. Anyway I was like super excited that we got to do the music video challenge this round, its always super fun even though what I make is always really awkward lmao. Anyway like 4 people from our tribe didnt submit, Jack was sick (so he says), Gage was moving which is alright, and Lauren (didn't say anything about why she didn't do it lol), and Chelsea was editing so its all good. Shes like a really good editor and our video turned out great so I'm glad we won even though we had like 4 people in the video compared to them having like 7. So then QuilLynn informs me that Chelsea told her that theres a majority alliance of like 8ish people?? like what the fuck thats about half the people here. So its Andreas-Jack, Colin-Brett, JD-Liam, and potentially Lauren-Christine. And there are a bunch of people we're unsure could be in the alliance. And then as Im hearing about the alliance I'm realizing that it consists of the people on my tribe who dont always reply to me lol or when they do are boring. And I mean I know im not the most interesting texter but these people are worse then me. So then I was talking to Ryan and asking him about his tribe and the reward and stuff to see if I could get any information about whether if hes in the majority or not without directly asking. So I was like whats was the idol clue reward this time and he told me about how it has to do with whoever gets the lowest score in the challenge, which sounds super complicated bc if someone with the lowest score doesnt have the clue then no one gets the idol. And he gave the clue to me, and I wanna give it to QuilLynn but we dont need too many people throwing the challenge and if one of our alliance members already has it then it should be alright, and it'll keep up my trust with Ryan since Im not supposed to give it to anyone so Im hoping its a win win. but he told me that I wasnt supposed to tell anyone about what the reward was but before he told me that I had already told my alliance bc I think I trust them more oops? but I think I want to trust Ryan. I told him that I heard rumors about a cross tribe majority alliance but thats all I knew, and he told me about a group of mentors and students talk about a potential alliance and they asked Danielle about it and she told Ryan she would try to get him in if she could. So then I tried talking to Danielle just making small talk or whatever and she only gave one word answers, which was fucking weird? Like some shit is clearly going on that I dont know about? I can already tell im becoming messy af which I wanted to not try to do as much as I did last season but maybe im just naturally a messy player and theres nothing I can do about it lol. Anyway I hope the majority isnt something I should worry about and I hope they self destruct somehow or Im just hoping that it doesnt exist at all and it was just a rumor made up to scare people or some shit. 

[aliceellablog]

Utter Rantage

It’s Friday night… It’s Top of the Pops… It’s not…I’m not sure why that came into my head… I’ll start again.

It’s Friday night… and I am sat on the sofa alone eating a stupidly large Toblerone on the verge of tears.

I’ve been crying on and off all day and not really managed to shake it. Balls.

I just don’t understand. I don’t understand why I feel like this and why Brian acts the way he does (for new readers, Brian is what I call my brain…yep…)

Why do I have days when I feel like I could conquer the world- or rather, make it as a singer, and then days where I question the whole thing and think I should just accept that I am unwell and live my life watching Jeremy Kyle, This Morning, and Catfish, living on microwave meals and Haribo.

I suppose I should start with the fact that I haven’t been sleeping, which has been a problem on and off since I got ill at 14. I try to go to bed at a reasonable hour and when I get into bed I am EXHAUSTED. I feel like I am going to fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow. But instead Brian likes to go through every little thing that I have done, or not done, that day. He then likes to plan a minute by minute account of what I am going to do the next day and play out every possible scenario and outcome. Then he usually spends a bit of time obsessing over the fact that I am SO tired yet I haven’t fallen asleep yet. We then go over the fact that I have or haven’t taken a sleeping pill and when it might kick in.

We try slow breathing, thinking of ‘nothing’, sleep apps that play the sound of a rainforest (it also plays the sound of a hoover and a little ‘medieval’ tune with like a flute or something…. Oh and frogs… who wants to fall asleep to that?!) and we also try counting sheep. I have on numerous occasions closed my eyes, and genuinely pictured a field full of sheep and counted as each little fluffy bastard jumps over some random little fence. IT HAS NOT WORKED.

I’ve tried routine, having a bath before bed, no looking at my phone for an hour before bed… ok…. I struggled with that one… but Brian just doesn’t like to be left alone. Go away Brian!! Let me sleep!!

So yea… that probably isn’t helping with how I feel, but the weird thing is that I have been doing a lot better recently in general. I’ve been managing to do the odd song writing session and studio work- even though some have been a right old struggle to get through. I have also been really on top of all the admin and email / promotion side of things for the first time in forever.

I do actually feel like I have a sort of ‘plan’ and it’s slowly coming together with regards to meetings I’ve got coming up, the new single (24 Obsession) I am releasing and even planning the next release after that… the thing is… I can then go in to panic mode. Ah!

Like… I book all these great things, but then, what if I can’t make it?? Shall I just cancel them? Or cancel some of them so I have more rest time in-between? I already try to plan SO carefully and don’t book more than one thing on one day- how frustrating is that!!!! But I’m kinda used to that and if I can do one thing on a day that’s still one thing more then nothing eh!! (OMG I just said something positive! Yay me!!) But then I tend to have one good day and over book myself and get in a right old pickle!!

It really does get me down the amount of time it takes me to do things compared to a ‘healthy’ person. I know I should be grateful if I can do anything at all, and I am, but life isn’t like that and everything is relative. I kind of see it that a ‘normal’ person could do what I do in a week in two days. For example in 7 days if I was having a really good week, I reckon I could do a writing session, recording sesh, and maybe a meeting?? Thats like 2 days worth of stuff right? Sorry I really am just feeling sorry for myself now, but then take into account the fact that I’ve just had pretty much 2 years out, and keep having to have weeks / months off at a time and you might get the idea. Well.. I mean 14 years really... I just mean 2 years recently ya know....

Then I see people having social lives. People going to work and then going out after for ‘drinks’ or whatever. I know I’ve said it in another blog before but I am desperate to be able to go out with friends and have a drink and a dance. It kills me that I can’t. And pretty much every weekend I have to either watch as my (gorgeous amazing best friends) housemates do their thang and go out and have fun, (Luckily they also enjoy staying in with me and watching tele sometimes ;) but if it’s not them going out then its the whole of bloody Facebook and Instagram with their ‘one bottle or seven’ memes. Yes you are having a great time, but I am not, so go away.

Bitter?? Me?? Never ;) ;)

This then begs the question - should I quit social media?? We all have this problem- everyone’s lives looks better than your own- I mean to be honest if I were to scroll through my Instagram feed I think it looks like I am a healthy girl, having fun, following my music career dreams without a care in the world- but then of course we only really put pictures up of the good bits, and if we decide to share the bad times they are usually few and far between and there’s always that risk that it can come across as a cry for attention. I hate attention I do… HAHAHA oh I make myself laugh- is this me trying to get attention though? Nah… what with my like… 6 Tumblr followers I definitely see this as more like therapy. And I do it in the hope other people will read this, relate to it, and then not feel quite so alone. Anyway, god I am on a right rantage now aren’t I!?!?!

Where was I… Ok so I could leave social media and get rid of all the jealousy I feel when I see people who appear to have perfect lives, or at least seem to live a life that I want. But…. #FOMO (Fear Of Missing Out) What if I miss an important post? (I have actually got a lot of music related jobs etc through Facebook and it is one of the key self promotion tools when it comes to releasing your own music!) How will I know what my friends and people I know are up to… OK that one felt weird to type- I heard it- if they are your real friends then message them or talk on the phone!! But realistically there are tons of things I know my friends, family and acquaintances have done or are doing purely because of Facebook and the like.

I don’t know. But I know I look through it all way too often.

So I usually do a bit of a recap of the last two weeks in these blogs… as I have the worst memory of anyone I think I’ve ever met (can’t remember) I shall get the diary out…

Ok so I’ll start with the fact that I had my old band round for dinner which was LOVELY!! I was having a bit of a bad day and didn’t think I would be up to it but once they got here and Chinese food had been ordered I was a much happier bunny :) The last gig I did with them was around two years ago for the launch of my first single ‘Summer Sun’ - at one point in the evening we were reminiscing about it all and I broke down into tears infront of them all - a bunch of lads- which was highly embarrassing but maybe that just showed them how much I care, and how much I miss it. Anyway we had a lovely catch up and fingers toes and flaps crossed we will be gigging together in the not tooooo distant future!! :)

I spent the next five days at home going between resting and working on a new youTube video- It’s a cover of ‘Stay’ by Zedd ft. Alessia Cara and it is my entry for this month’s MTV Cover of the Month Competition- here’s the link to the comp if you fancy voting for me - you can ‘clap’ as many times as you like ;) ;) THANK YOU!!!!!!

http://www.mtvcoverofthemonth.com/v/253144

And here’s the link to the video on the YouTubes, I really hope you enjoy watching it :) : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UpVtfAuZ97s

On the Sunday we filmed that video at an amazing studio just down the road from where I live (massive yay!) and it was so great to work with Matt Allen :) He’s an amazing videographer and editor and was super fun and easy to work with.

On the day I actually felt quite up for it, but about an hour into the three hour shoot and I was having major internal panic about how tired and basically awful I felt. Anyway, got through it and got it done YAAAAASSS :D

A few days after that and I was back down to Biggin Hill (the other end of the Earth) to record some vocals with Warren. We were recording the final vocals for the next single release (after 24 Obsession) and I am honestly SO freaking happy that we managed to finish them!! Next will be some production changes and then getting the remixes done and the video etc etc etc, but the reason why I am already working on the next single is so that once I release this one there won’t be another long ass wait until the next one :)  Although to be fair to myself the main reason for this two year gap has been the elf!

Oh and I also beat Warren 19-4 when we were watching catchphrase!! LOOOOL!! - I am so obsessed with this gameshow- I even applied to be on it and got to the auditions stages- then I was told that I had made it to being a reserve for the show….so close!!! I will definitely be applying again next series though!! It is my calling!!

Then it was back home for a bit more resting and coco-pop action :) This felt ok though as I had done the video and the studio sesh, it actually felt like it was deserved rest.

The next eve I went to see one of my favourite people play his own sell out gig in Camden- Okiem- check him aaaaat!! He is a pianist who has played for all kinds of acts including Tinie Tempah, Delilah, Duke Dumont etc etc and is now writing and performing his own classical / cinematic music which I can assure you is bloody beautiful!!!

I went with one of my bestests who I live with - Grace- who is genuinely one of the funniest girls I think I have ever met! Oh the stories I could tell you about her :) But not only is she hilarious she is also caring, kind, and she gives a shit- to be fair she’d had a few drinks, but during the concert she turned round to me and just said how if I ever wanted to talk to her or have a rant about anything she is always there and wants to listen and be there for me. I think she knows that I try not to talk about my health stuff too much as I feel like it must get so boring and ‘woe is me’ for all my housemates, but I could tell that she was being genuine and I almost burst into tears there and then… I just about managed not to….. but it meant so much.

The gig was amazing and I was SO proud of Oak!! He is one of the cowriters and producers of that next single that I was recording the vocals to you see! Ah I am a lucky gal!

The next day I travelled down to Sussex to be with Mumma bear :) She has just had a little operation so I wanted to come and spend some time with her and look after her. MY goodness… she is the most inspiring person I have ever met… I mean after all.. she did have me ;) ;) no but seriously, I think she’s had like twenty something operations in her life. I won’t list them but they include tumours of the spine and all sorts. She has had a constant battle with her health throughout her whole life too so I think that’s probably why we understand each other so much.

So having said that I really wanted to come home and look after her, but while I was there I had a really bad few days and spent most of the time on the sofa with Ollie (my cat). Rubbish. But we did have some good quality time together and I managed to cook her a few meals at least :)

I felt like I had been doing really well up until that point and can’t really see a ‘reason’ why I felt so bad.

That’s the thing, I am always searching for reasons, like having over done it, or that I ate the wrong things or didn’t do this or that, but sometimes there just is no reason that I can see, and that pisses me right off. Like what am I supposed to do?? Push through it even if I feel like I am going to collapse? Rest even though then my stamina levels will go back down and everything will be that much harder the next day and days after that? Ugh.

I have been talking lots about the LP (Lightning Process) in my last few blogs as it is something I am really trying to do….. I truly believe that it has been really helpful but then I just sometimes get days like this when it’s like nothing can shake how shit I feel.

I’ve been so tearful too and just feel like giving up- which is the exact time that I should be doing the LP!! It is so confusing and hard to do!! You basically have to do it all the time especially when you are at your worst….which is by far when it is the hardest. I have been doing it the last few days but I know I haven’t been doing it enough. But why? Is it my brain? Surely I am in control of it? I don’t know. Maybe Brian is back in control. 

Anyway I have been typing for a long time now and I’m gonna get into bed... well... some sofa cushions on the floor - (staying at any brothers place tonight, which has been lovely as him and his gf Holly just got engaged!!!! How exciting!!!!) and try and sleep it off and wake up tomorrow with a fresh head.

I HAVE to work out a way to control Brian. Why does he want me to fail to bad? I can’t let him win. I won’t let him win. Silly Brian. ;) x 

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Are there any writing blogs that you follow? Is there any advice you would give to budding writers? asking for a friend

Not really, at least if I do I don’t really go through them like I probably should. I think I have a tag that is “reference” and some of those reblogged posts are for writing.

As for advice, oh geez I’m not sure I’m all too qualified, I myself am not really any more experienced than a budding writer, I’ve technically not ACTUALLY written anything in a long while. I’ll probably sound like a hypocrite. I do have some tips I’ve picked up along the way that I could share though, I guess, I just hope I can explain them properly and that they are useful and “correct” advice. I’m open for criticism, I don’t want to mislead anybody:

I say as I type out all this junk. Hopefully something of use is in here.

1. Consume media, obviously. A good way to help you get your ideas out there is seeing all the kinds of ways other people do the same, of course do more than just look. Analyze it, try to see why they do things a certain way or how they do so. Get a hang at what is expected from specific genres or mediums and how people deliver their ideas to their audience. Because this is essentially what writing (and art) is, a creator trying to deliver some kind of feeling to somebody else. (Or maybe I’m full of it, who knows)

This will also help you with learning proper grammar and formatting techniques, and I don’t mean just “proper spelling” because sometimes you need bad spelling to get a point across. Its important because goddamn, there is a huge difference between a writer who knows how to write a character in the way that character would talk in that specific situation as if it was really happening, and a writer who is only writing dialogue between two characters that they created. Also, knowing language structure is good as it lets you write what you want properly. A part in a story used to bring out suspense is written in a specific way that is different than a part that is used to bring out calmness. All this knowledge can seem basic but its useful. Basically, a creator needs to be aware of all the elements they are instilling into their creation.

2. Its alright to get inspiration from other people. I think a lot of early writers suffer from hesitation because they think “I don’t want to seem like I’m copying somebody else” or “I don’t think I’m creative enough.” Literally (nearly) every story ever written has been some kind of “copy” of another story, almost every idea thats ever existed has been talked about by somebody else. Whats important is the way YOU write it out, because THAT is the unique part of a story and what people will be coming to you for, what you need to do is get them to want YOUR perspective on pre-established ideas and to see YOUR words. Basically, don’t stress out over it too much, just get to writing it out and developing your own ideas. Also side-note, don’t be afraid to try and throw out “some wild and weird idea” out there. Don’t be afraid to experiment with new things, I guarantee* you that you’ll find an audience that appreciates its and probably always wanted to read a story that had your new “wild and weird idea”. *Note: I guarantee nothing

3. HOWEVER, that doesn’t mean you should just flat out try to copy somebody else in the hopes that it will make your story better. Its easy to get the idea of using somebody’s format for your own story, but if you do it like that you really will just seem like a copycat. Its good for fanficiton however, I guess. Maybe. Just write in a way you would want to read and don’t stress over following “popular writer’s” or “my favorite writer’s” formats and using all their techniques, although it can be a helpful starting point and a useful crutch.

Likewise, don’t be afraid of using tropes if you get stuck with something, because once again the importance is not on the idea/story itself that you are trying to get across, but your own style and feelings that you are advertising. (However, from an editor’s standpoint, its also useful to write in accordance to your audience. You can write a story for yourself, for your audience, or for both. Usually both is best, as it keeps you interested and invites others to actually enjoy your work. An example is the common Shounen trope of the escalating threat/power levels, its a technique shared amongst mangakas because its useful in keeping audiences interested and progressing a story, but it can also backfire for some when it goes on for too long and becomes the main focus.)

4. Make interesting characters. Doesn’t matter how convoluted, unique, entertaining, or CRRRAAAZY you think your premise/plot is. Its certainly important, but if your characters are absolutely shit nobody is going to want to read your story because they won’t care about the characters (who are essentially the messengers/representatives for your story in the first place) or whatever happens to them. I cannot stress how important this is. Its alright if they start out “basic” but they will need to develop into something else, and try not to start off with too many.

5. The real world is ripe with inspiration. If you ever run out, look around you and think about your own experiences. Don’t be afraid to use them for ideas. Even if you don’t think you have had any interesting ones and have led a boring life, you aren’t the only one (hey-o pal-o), there is always something of use around you that can bring you ideas. Don’t be afraid to exaggerate events, as long as it makes sense (depending on what you’re writing even this might not be important), I mean it is fiction, after all. (unless you aren’t writing fiction, then good luck with that. Try writing other people’s experiences?)

6. GET AN “EDITOR” OR GET GOOD AT EDITING. Having a second opinion/somebody else who isn’t as connected to an idea as you is great for actually writing things coherently. They can let you know when something seems a little off that you might not have intended to sound off, or when your writing accidentally gives off the wrong idea/feeling, or they can just help you proofread. If you are a lonely, do not worry, you can do these things yourself as well. You just need to get good at perceiving your own work from an “outsider’s perspective” or from how you think your audience will be reading it.

Lucky number 7. Don’t give up. Write down all the ideas you have. Keep writing. Take breaks, but don’t stop. Learn to eventually share your writings, and not just keep them to yourself forever.

AND MOST IMPORTANTLY

Have fun?!

But no seriously, make sure you actually enjoy what you are doing. Its important to actually like writing if you are going to write, otherwise whats the point? If what you are writing is stressing you out and nothing is coming to mind, take a break and mull things over. If you have to write under a deadline, don’t be afraid to just write something down quickly, just be sure to edit it later before you actually turn it in. Then again what do I know, I’m not much of a writer myself! Feel free to disregard everything I’ve said.

BUT WAIT Also here is a link to some advice that a creator whose writing style I enjoy a lot posted, she says a lot more important things than I do in less words, http://lolitahartlessstuff.tumblr.com/post/150457696559/any-advice-for-future-writers

She also has great advice for other things if you search for “advice” on her blog, like for writing/creating VNs or random life-advice her anons ask her for some reason. Alternatively, you can search on there for “e-celebs” and do some self-study on how not to be a horrible and/or embarrassing person on the internet.

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Driven Away - Pharon - Part 1 - Cece

Hello my lovelies, everyones asking for Pharon including me so i figured i’d save you guys from the drought even if it doesnt help me :( becuz i’d be the happiest ever if someone did this for me!

Quick little thing though, this Pharon is not for everyone and by that i mean TW!

We have a MAJOR trigger warning on Alcoholism and Alcohol in general, a very present and main topic to the story, so be safe!

It will also involve some forms of violence, sorta kinda hit and run, cuss words, hospital, and i can’t think of anything else that would need a TW, maybe i’ll including smoking but not yet.

a few things: this AU is in a universe in which The world saw Sharon as the bad guy in the whole Phi/Sharon fight, and Phi Phi as the good part of it.

Female pronouns used but they are very much men, and things will evenutally switch up names and pronouns.

enjoy, leave feedback, and no i am not sure how many parts will be made of this <3 toodles - cece

“Call me back, please Sharon, I wanna talk.” Phi Phi begged into the phone as she made her way to her car. “actually, we need to talk."

She ducked as she got into the drivers seat of her car and plopped her cellphone down in the cup holder to her side. She slammed the car door, getting some of the frustration she had with Sharon go.

The fourth episode had just aired and not only were the editors harsh on the spooky queen, but so was all of social media. People just gagging over the fight but 99% being on the side of Phi Phi and sending Sharon a big fuck you in the form of "Go back to Party city, for real bitch”

When her and Sharon had agreed to do the tiff between them to get to the top two and become iconic, it was never done in plans that one would receive all the hate, but here she was feeling sick to her stomach over the hate she saw pouring in for Sharon.

She wasn’t truly at fault, they had made the pact together and editors just decided to side with Phi Phi for it. Why, she wondered, why could they not make it a both side thing, but then she remembered it was reality tv and instead just wished it on her.

As she drove her car aimlessly, wondering where on earth to go she had to pull over after ten minutes of driving. Her mind couldn’t let this go, as she opened up the twitter app to see thousands of more things pouring it. Ignoring all the positive and Sharon bashing tweets she personally got, she went straight to see a hashtag had been started.

#Sharonthehate had been started and holy crap did it already have a good amount of entries for being such a lame ass pun.

She looked through a few, not believing that these words could come out of people to post cowardlessly on twitter because of a show.

One tweet caught her attention however, it read: “Just saw the bitch in the flesh @ Gene’s bar, hope she drives herself home #sharonthehate”

Phi Phi not only grimaced at how awful the thought was, but then she thought of the fact she knew exactly where Genes bar was. Not only was she not gonna let that tweet come true and find Sharon dead behind the wheel of a car, alcohol still on her breathe even in death, but she would finally get to talk to her.

She started her car back up and took the familiar roads to get to the establishment, only taking a few short mineuetes to pull in the parking lot and hop out of her car. She made her way up to the front doors of the place, and swung open the door, making a bell ring.

She looked around as she placed her hands in her pockets, the cold from the metal of the door handle still stung at her skin. She finally spotted a person, sitting up at the bar, who’s back of the head resembled her fellow queen.

The place was low key empty she noticed seeing as the only other person sitting on one of the actual stools at the bar and not a booth or table was someone all the way on the other side.

“Sharon.” Phi Phi said as she walked up behind the girl, who spun around from hearing her name. The spinning of the chair was a lot looser than she thought it’d be as she spilled some of her clear drink (no doubt vodka) onto the other queen as she struggled to not fall off her seat.

She gave Phi Phi a glare who was picking up some napkins to dry at her shirt which now smelled just like the heavy substance. She spun back around catching herself by smacking her hands down on the bar, and also using it to signal the bartender.

“Double shot again, keep them coming.” She told him, watching him nod as she just let her head fall onto the cool top of the bar.

Phi Phi went to the stool next to the spooky queen and got up on it, now on the same level as her friend and able to get her attention better (especially with how short she was).

“Goooo the fuck awayyyy.” Sharon mumbled, something Phi Phi just could understand between the slur in the talk and how her mouth was covered.

“I was hoping you’d just had your phone turned off before but clearly my fear is right and you are mad at me.” She said which made Sharon come out from where she hid her face in her arms.

“Mad?” Sharon asked before bursting into hysterical laughter, no doubt the alcohol was already getting to her. “You’re the reason everyone hates me, and i’m gonna do something like thank you for it? Hell nooooo!"

The bartender walked over with the double shot about to hand it to Sharon when Phi Phi cut in "isn’t over serving something you could get a fine for, or i don’t know, your alcohol license revoked?"

She gave the man a glare until he back off and took the glorious liquid away from Sharon making her grow madder as she stared desperately at the stuff in the shot glass be taken away.

"You BITCH!” She screamed, getting the people in the joint to look, but grow disinterested shortly after. “You take away my fans and now your taking away my drink, in what hell is that something you think you can do."

"You’re drunk Sharon, you know why I told him not to serve you.” She muttered

“I can handle some drinks, you don’t own me.” Sharon screamed out as she picked her coat up from the stool on the other side of her.

“Thats not what I’ve heard,” She said before lowering her voice. “I know you’ve previously had alcohol issues, i’m being a helpful friend, whether you see it now or not.”

"You are not my friend! You are nothing to meeee, I want you out of my life you career wrecker-er!“

The illiterate words spat out at Phi Phi hurt, a lot, but she knew a mad Sharon was better than a dead one, so as her heart broke and Sharon made a bee line for the door she decided to follow.

"You don’t have to like me but let me drive you home!” She yelled out into the cold as she sprinted outside after her.

“Go to hell.” She said as she fiddled with her keys.

“Sharon you cannot drive while drunk, not only for your safety but others too!” She said as she got right up to sharon who was now in her car, closing the door on Phi Phi.

“I can drive, i’ll be fine, as fine a s i can be!” She said as she gripped the wheel of her car and closed her eyes. She was upset, frustrated and didn’t need the voice of phi phi to tell her what to do. She would never admit it but she was a little dazed like phi phi suspected.

“I’m not letting you leave here and kill yourself!” Phi Phi said as she stood arms crossed in from the the vehicle blocking the girl from going forward.

‘idiot’ Sharon thought as she looked at her and began to press her foot down on the petal. 'i can still go backwards’ .

Her foot goes down and goes back up straight away after hearing a sound that made her mouth drop. She swore- okay she SWORE, the car was in reverse but nope, she’d just managed to hit Phi Phi O'Hara with her car.

“Shit, Shit, Shit..” she repeated as she hoped out of her car to go to the girl who was laid on the pavement.

She bent down to the girl and moved her hand to push away some hair revealing blood that got onto Sharon’s fingers as well.

“Phi Phi wake up, tell me i’m a drunk or anything just wake the fuck up!” Sharon begged as she shook the girl. no response.

She quickly placed her ear down onto the chest of the fellow queen and was relieve to hear it’s still beating, faint but there.

She picked up the phone out of phi Phi’s pocket, thanking everything that it was still working as she dialed the 3 numbers of 9-1-1.

“Ambulance to Gene’s bar.” She just spat before dropping the phone and scurrying off to her car to get out of there.

She didn’t want Phi Phi dead, god no she didn’t, and she wanted to stay to make sure that she wasn’t but she knew hitting Phi Phi was the cherry on top to get her all the hate and death threats in the world.

So Sharon drove off, guilty, and red handed as she wondered if her co star was okay, another part forgetting any hate she had in her stubborn little heart for the girl who was in a puddle of blood thanks to her and her intake of alcohol.

She didn’t know what was worse, Phi phi could be dead, fans could think she did it and destory her, or the fact that she wanted another drink to soothe herself when that was the reason she was in the situation in the first place.

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Episode #10- “Is Cheatham actually high regularly or is it just a figment of his imagination?”- Sara

that was such a HARD tribal for me. i loved having noah on my side and stuff but also i know he would be one of the ppl to make a big move on me if he stayed . its getting harder and harder for each vote . i just gotta stay focused and hope my alliance stays strong another round or two . tumblr survivor gods i hope your pulling for me!

Austin and Vincent have to be testing me. I dont get why Austin is playing dumb with me or why he act like he didn't know. According to Vincent Austin was in on it. I mean regardless I know who Im just wanting to stick with but yeah, the weird jumped out. Cheatham is also saying this was a week or so then went MIA so thats cool

(LATER)

Austin and Vincent are coming off super sketchy. I mean it is nothing new with Austin, but Vincent oof. I dont mind it all that much because of who I prefer to go with, but it is interesting. If these guys are coordinated then, well, seems uncoordinated

(LATER)

So right now Austin, Cheatham, and Vincent have added me to a chat I guess to work together. I actually worry I am not Natalie Anderson, but Sierra Dawn Thomas Worlds Apart. Nonetheless, I think its smart for me to wait til F7 or so to make the move against Austin/Cheatham. I can't allow enough time to pass for the idol to bite me in my butt!

(LATER)

I now see that Austin probably thinks he can manipulate me, so I have to time when I vote him perfectly. Him feigning ignorance on the Noah vote tells me he likely feels I'm naive enough to believe him and hey people do prefer to keep the ones around they feel are lesser than themselves!

(LATER)

Ive had a change of heart- I think now Kyle is going to get dragged by people, however, I strongly believe he would choose me over anyone so its just a matter of navigating 6 tribals

Inane ramblings from Vincent's cf, dated 3 AM on December 26, formatted terribly bc this cf is dated 3:06 AM on December 26: >i'm looking ahead to the future >austin is likely going to want liam out >bc when he said he wanted to make a move he'd have to mean one of them >them being liam/am/sara >and as far as i can tell liam is being perceived as the glue >so if he goes then am/sara become lone wolves who are easier to manipulate >however if liam stays then the other one, maybe am, is linked with them and they will be mad at austin for doing this >so those are numbers on our side >my previous boot order (EDITOR'S NOTE: never discussed in a cf, but will be discussed at length later) changed due to the unexpected development that austin is willing to flip on his group >however i'll note now that there is a very good chance he's faking >although if he is i can't imagine why he'd put his true allies in such blatant danger when kyle is literally right there as a vote >*person to vote >so let's say 5-3 vote up next >me/cheatham/austin/chris/kyle all against liam's trio >ideally voting out sara >bc she is the messiest and the one i trust least >my goal will be to convince the others that this is the best vote >liam and i are good and he is my decoy f2 >too early for goat stuff but am is a better goat than sara imo >just keeping my options open >liam/cheatham/annmarie could easily each be in my f2 >but not in a "ideal f4" way >so if austin is with me for this vote then he should at least appear to establish further connections with me >he can't do anything without one of chris and cheatham >or kyle i guess >kyle is easily the most expendable of those 3 >so to limit austin's options we need to vote kyle >we >my old boot order is more or less the same >just kyle vote goes from getting austin's trust back to weakening him >then at f6 cheatham chris and i stick together >vote out am unless liam becomes dark horse threat >f5 austin goes >f4 chris >f3 liam >then maybe i win >wow this seems so real >like usually in orgs when i'm at the merge im like'well maybe it's still possible that i could maybe end up at the ftc but lmao imagine getting votes' >oh no i'm becoming overconfident >wow meeting noah in jury again is going to be awkward huh No matter how I place this is honestly one of my better confessionals. Either full of dramatic irony and I look stupid or I win and I look good. One outcome is significantly more likely than the other, of course. But neither isn't so bad, is it?

God I feel this challenge is gonna stir up so much shit! I just hope my target dont get bigger because of it.

Where I stand now is that Austin is very willing to have Kyle go this round quote unquote, but what is to say he may not actually want somebody else? It is interesting seeing him discuss his perception and everything. I guess he cannot help but try to downplay himself, but I feel the ship has sailed for him and now it is only a matter of time. Watch him pull a W

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I can't wait for someone to get offended by this Touchy Subjects challenge. I know I won't. If anything, I'll just adapt with it! I also feel like now, it's important to see how AnnMarie and Sara handle things from here on out- either they're willing to try and go for Austin/Cheatham/Vincent, or they'll settle for Kyle. If this happens to go the way I think, I may end up as a potential swing in F7, but I sure as heck am not about to be like Miss Sarah Lacina Cop-Turned-Criminal in Cagayan. No Ma'am! I'm not ever feeling safe until I'm sitting in the Final 2

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So Austin asks me for a name and I am like ok I dont mind if it is Kyle unless you guys are up to do someone else. Austin proceeds to say he wants to have options and just wants a name and I'm. It really feels like a bit of a bait just to go to X to say I said their name. I could be wrong but its just weird becaise I haven't heard him say a name yet

(LATER)

Austin! Do not think that Ive forgotten your leaky faucet ways! Like that's the odd thing about it- Austin has shown what he is capable of and it is just weird of him to press about this when I know he has lied to me before. Like right now I literally told him I am fine with anyone going and his response was to know who I actually want out. I really don't know what he wants me to say other than a name to implicate myself but nuh uh! Not I!

(LATER)

The way it looks, I can make the move to get Liam out but I highly doubt I will last much longer. All it will take after that is to say Chris did X lets do him  and so I want to try and wait at least to chat to Kyle. I also want to see how willing AnnMarie and Sara are willing to talk about this vote instead of waiting. I definitely do not want Cheatham/Austin/Vincent all in F6 or at worse F5 however that is easier said than done for this lot

Wowza, Cheatham is playing hard now. SO, basically the votes are supposed to go 6-2, Chris being voted out. Now I do not wanna go any further with Sara, AM, and Liam bc they will take out me and Austin first. So I talked with Chris and now there is a 4 person alliance with Austin, Me, Chris, and Vincent. Im going to use my idol on Chris and then Chris and Kyle will vote out one of the others. Kyle is a wild card and we don't wanna tell him EXACTLY what's going on because he is kinda crazy. So we are thinking about having Vincent vote with Chris to ensure that one of the others go home. This is yet again ANOTHER big move on my part. Im getting worried that people will think that I'm the biggest threat with MORE idols in my hand and doing all the big moves. All I can do is wait. If I keep winning individual immunity like this week then I'm golden.

I think I've had an epiphany and it took talking to Cheatham to figure it out. Apparently I am the vote for tonight, though he wants to do something I've been wanting Cheatham to do in this merge and that is take advantage of the idol system- in doing so he gains a lot of leverage and I felt disppointed that he wasn't optimizing it. Having that said, I think I got a little sad because he told me people feel like I never give a name and truth be told I don't and it is a mistake on my end. I feel like I'm so scared to say a name because it failed miserably for me in the first half of this game and now that I don't do it anymore, people use it as a reason to vote me out. I do feel like its like I can't win with these people, but I want to change as much as I can to give myself a chance

(LATER)

HI am seeing that Austin, Cheatham, and even Vincent legitimately want to work with me and so perhaps I should consider going with them. The question with this vote is how I do I go about it. I've already named Sara because I have the most reason to do her AND I know Austin/Cheatham lowkey wanted her so its a win win for all of us, but it would be interesting to split it if the idol were used on me. Regardless, I just want this to end greatly for me, be that new start to a Chris that has what it will take to make it to the end and win.

I have...lots of questions right now... Am I being voted out tonight? Wouldn't surprise me. Does AnnMarie have a f2 w/ Austin? Cuz I accidentally caught her in something the other day where she told me she knew Austin was asking others for finals. But it might have been an accident because I mentioned that Austin asked for us 2 in a f3 with him....never said f2. Is Cheatham actually high regularly or is it just a figment of his imagination? Why do people get weird and quiet when they're planning a blindside or change loyalties? I literally brought this up to Liam last night a while after results. Gwen/Rizo/Chris did this exact same thing. It's Survivor. Lie and make a move if you have to. I'd respect that a whole lot more. Ignoring people is just shit jury management and I'll totally call Cheatham out at tribal now if I go! At least Vincent gave me an ANSWER! *Giggle* And also...is Austin actually that nice or is it game? Cuz I lit dunno if I'll ever be able to write his name down if that's really his personality. x)

Cheatham wants to invent a situation in which he would play his idol and gain full access to two others. This really feels like a resume padding thing more than a legitimate move out of necessity, because we have the numbers to vote out our target now, and there's no reason that would change any time soon. To me, this solidifies that Cheatham really can't make it to the end, just like Austin. Ideally I want to be able to choose between Liam and Chris because I think I have an ok shot against them both, and it's reasonable for both of them to make it very far. Of course it's the final 8 so it's still way too early to think about the end, but I definitely can't take Austin or Cheatham with me bc they both have a good shot at winning against me.

Sara me and Liam are apparently a strong group so there are plans to usurp our place on the throne! I'm watching a documentary about Queen Elizabeth while writing this. Cheatham apparently wants us gone as well, which hurts. I thought he was with me. I guess not. That is all.

So this round is insane, originally it was gonna be Chris but apparently Cheatham is gonna idol him so we’re having to take out the biggest goat in this game, which is so annoying, but if it must be done to save Sara so I have a shot at making it to the end then so be it. There’s still so much game to play so I need to make the most outta it.

5 votes Kyle (w/ self-vote), 2 votes Sara, 1 vote Chris (negated by idol.)

[the-fiction-witch]

Plastic Barbie doll

REAL LIFE: COUPLE: TBS X READER RATING: KINDA SAD + SWEET

MEGA FIC

warnings: Low body positive and stuff like that!

I Yawned as I leaned my head on the door of thomas’ car

“You alright?” He asks as he drove

“Fine” I nod looking out to the bunch of London billboards all the pretty models and movie stars 

“You sure? you really don’t seem yourself today y/n” he says as we drove 

“I’m alright” I sigh

“Okay, hey! how about we get take out for dinner tonight” he offers “That cheer you up?” he asks

“I’m not hungry” I answer

“not like now, I meant like for dinner” he laughs 

“Ohh, no... I think I’ll skip dinner tonight” I answer

“Y/n.... you’ve been skipping meals and feeling like shit for weeks what aren’t you telling me?” he asks as we pulled into a space at the shopping center 

“I- I just don’t feel well” I lie “I have a poorly tummy” I lie

“Ohh? why didn’t you tell me, silly girl” he smiles giving my cheek a kiss “Maybe we’ll see if we can get you something for your tummy” He offers 

“Maybe” I shrug getting out and getting my stuff.

I sighed trying to avoid actually looking for things 

“Y/n... are you sure your alright?” He asked holding me tightly 

“I’m fine” I shrug

“hey, come on... I know your tummy’s feeling bad today, but come on you love shopping” He says cuddling me tightly resting his chin on my head “How about... as we have that party with your family next week how about I get you a pretty dress?” He offers I went to shake my head but he smirked patting my hair “no, No I’m not talking No for a answer my darling” He told me kissing my head so I sighed moving away “so come o lets go have a look around” He says tugging o my hand trying to take me over to the dress part of the store

“Not in here” I tell him

“what why not?” he asks

“I don’t like the ones in here” I lie

“you haven’t even looked at them yet” he laughs

“tommy-” I began

“alright, we’ll try somewhere else” he says.

I felt my tummy rumble where I was hungry as we sat in the little restaurant thomas was eating like crazy as he normally does I only had the smallest thing I could and I couldn’t even bring myself to eat that

“Y/n... I know you have an upset tummy and all but come on you have to eat something” he says “you don’t eat your just going to make yourself sicker” he says 

“I’m not hungry” I answer

“Y/n darling” He sighed taking my hand “there is something your not telling me I know it, what’s the matter? are you upset with me or something?” he asks

“No... I’m not upset with you, I think I’m just tired” I tell him

“alright, we’ll finish up and head home” he says continuing to eat “Y/n, I’m not taking you home until I see you eat something” he warns so I sighed having a couple bites even if it made me feel awful but he seemed happy.

I sat on my laptop trying to do math I froze as thomas moved in bed over to his other side still fast asleep so I continued... Dam it! still a month’s wages off before I count extra’s, I can take it out the food budget I’m not eating anyway. 

“Ummm y/n... what are you doing up so late?” He asks as I woke up him somehow he yawned sitting up rubbing his eyes “whoa! why is your laptop on?” He asks as he woke up a bit more 

“Nothing” I answer slapping the lid down 

“Give it y/n” he orders I tried to fight but he snatched my computer from my hands and opened it “what is all this?” he asks

“Maths” I answer 

“for what?” He asked “what the hell have you been saving up for?” he asks looking though the file “Y/n! what the hell have you been saving up for? you’ve took money out your food, out of everything... what is this?” he asks 

“It’s nothing” I answer trying to avoid his questions

“what in the world have you been saving up for, for the last two years and costs over two grad?” he asks “Please tell me darling I’m worried about you, you’re not eating, you’re hardly sleeping, you’re budgeting like crazy and you almost never want to have sex anymore? Please what’s going on?” he asks before he noticed the other tabs open on my computer I tried to stop him opening it but it was to late he saw the page and all the information “Y/n... are you serious about this?” he asks and I nod 

“Course I am” I answer 

“why didn’t you tell me?” he asks

“I didn’t ant to worry you” I answer

“You didn’t want to worry me! I’ve been worry sick why your not eating and where all your money was going! this is what’s going on!” He yelled “Y/n... your my girlfriend, I love you... why didn’t you tell me? at least tell me you where thinking about it, what where you just not going to tell me till you came back a size two with J cup tits?” He asks 

“Pretty much yeah” I shrug 

“what you think I wouldn’t notice? why do you want this done y/n?” He asks 

“I just want to” I lie 

“It’s the girls isn’t it?” he asks and I nod “what have they been saying to make you think about.. this!” he asks 

“they kept calling me fat, and how you deserved better then me” I said trying not to cry 

“Ohh you silly girl, come here” He says dumping my computer on the floor ad pulling me on his lap “you shouldn’t care what they think, not to this extent y/n I love you, chubby little tummy and all my darling” He smiles giving me a little kiss “I fell I love with you this way, so what if your a little bigger then my ex girlfriends, more of you to love” He says 

“thats easy for you to say, they love you no matter what you do” I complain “I dare to go outside and everyone yells at me, calls me fat and ugly and saying I look six months pregnant” I cry

“Your not are you?” he laughs

“No” I laugh

“aww, you had me worried there for a moment” he laughs “who cares what they think, what do you think I left social media for?” He laughs “Hey... I love you just the say you are darling. if... maybe someday you want to get a little tummy tuck or something like that then...fine okay but, only if its what you want not because your scared what people will say if you don’t” He explains “I will love you if your a size two or a size fifty two, I don’t care your my y/n, the girl I fell in love with” he says giving my lips a little kiss “Plus come on y/n.... I'm a guy we love everything bigger” he smirked “Bigger cars, bigger beers, Bigger boobs, bigger butts” He laughs making me giggle too “if you where a size two or something...to get them that big they would have to be fake” he complains “and I don’t wanna be squeezing on a plastic barbie doll” he smirked giving my chest some kisses

“tommy stop it” I complain with a giggle 

“Besides, even if they do never shut up about it at least its funny how much you piss my fan girls off” he laughs

“True” I giggle “You really wouldn’t want me to be all skinny?” I ask

“Not unless you really really wanted to be” he says 

“You wouldn’t want me to have a bigger butt or bigger boobs?” I ask

“not if there plastic” he laughs “Come on... how about I show you how much I love every little bit of you” He smirks and I nod with a little blush before he pushed me on our bed kissing me deeply

editors Notes: Let me tell you guys a little story, My darling little honeybug has always been... uhhh lets go with chubby, always has every since pretty much we met, long time followers will know is something she has really struggled with as we have gotten older, even causing the horrible incident I wont mention (because it makes me sad) and I know its sounds wired coming from a guy with no body positive problems...anymore, you are perfect no matter what size you are just find the it thing you like about you and rock it! now my honey bug love her little curves there adorable, and she ca’t hate her tummy now she has a baby in there its a little baby growing making her tum get bigger!

thank you for your time just had to be said.

[violetren]

I saw Endgame.

Overall, it was a good movie. Entertaining. Had some good emotional scenes that covered a variety across the emotional spectrum. Happy stuff, sad stuff, wow stuff. Some of the fights looked really fucking cool. So did some of the characters.

This is my reaction post fresh home from the cinema, not all of it is gonna be positive. I’m processing. If you intend keep reading and see that process but wanna skip the negative parts then just scroll down the the Headlined Positive Thoughts.

Don’t click the readmore unless you’ve seen it or are okay with spoilers.

The Negative Thoughts

Thor is not the god of axes or hammers. He is the god of fucking lightning. We had a whole movie of him discovering this. Watching Endgame you wouldn’t know it, he might have a shiny new axe but his fighting style feels old. I get they had to depower him to make this team thing feel balanced, but they would’ve been better served by either having an enemy specific for him to overcome, or leaning harder into his depression spiral.

I am genuinely unclear on how Scott didn’t get killed when it started raining bombs. I’m glad he didn’t die but that whole “person says says we’re safe/successful and get proven disasterously wrong mid-sentence” shot was precisely done and when he was still alive a few moments later it kinda felt like when you misjudge the number of steps on the stairs in the dark. Again I’m glad he didn’t die but you could feel the plot armour a little too acutely.

The reason everyone is saying you have to watch Captain Marvel to know wtf is going on in Endgame is because Endgame doesn’t give her any intro. They are heavily relying on you having seen the end credit scene/the Endgame trailers. The movie enters in AFTER she’s talked with the left over avengers on Earth long enough to explain who she is, get caught up on who they are and why they want help, and agreed to go look for Tony and Nebula. There is nothing between the Trailer’s “Where’s Fury?” and her finding Tony and Nebula, and nothing after that either.

I 100% whole heartedly think people should see Captain Marvel but not for Endgame clarity. All you need for Endgame is for someone to lean over and whisper “that’s Captain Marvel, she’s who Fury paged, she’s OP as fuck.”

How they side stepped her OP-ness was 10x worse than what they did with Thor. They just didn’t fucking use her, except for 5 minutes at the begining to fetch Tony, and explain why she hasn’t been around/why she won’t be around, then 2 minutes at the end where she can basically one shot Thano’s space fortress out of the sky, but can’t seem to get the upper hand fist fighting big purple and ugly.

The woman who almost took Thanos out 1v1 when he had an entire fucking gaunlet of stones backing him up can’t make his brain dribble out of his ears while he is unarmed and gauntlet-less.

She wastes time and energy throwing rocks at him instead of just ripping him in two or doing the aforementioned brain dribbling. Scarlet Witch deserved better.

Nat and Clint (or anyone) don’t connect the dots on the “he went to get the soul stone with Gamora and came back without Gamora” thing until AFTER Red Skull spells it out for them. It didn’t feel like they were being forced to acknowledge something they knew but didn’t want to face (which would have been okay) it felt like they’d been caught holding the idiot ball.

Clint Barton the most observant Avenger if you go by his behaviour way back in the Avenger’s Movie didn’t seem to notice the dust dispersing where his daughter was standing a second ago, or where his wife and sons had been a moment later, and it was probably meant to be disbelief or something but that was hard to buy since he didn’t acknowledge the dust at all.

There was a criminal lack of all things Wakandan.

I’m convinced they only dusted Shuri because she would have been all over the time travel thing the second Scott started talking about it, if she hadn’t worked it out before, and would have reverse engineered Pym particles somehow.

I assume Nakia got dusted too and thats why she wasn’t with the group fighting for the over all recovery while Okoye helped specifially what was left of Wakanda recover.

Fury and Carol don’t even make fucking eye contact never mind talk to one another. They don’t even talk about each other to other people. I had to sit through a forcibly awkward moment of kids not wanting a pic with Scott after getting a pic with Bruce but couldn’t get a few seconds of Carol and Fury affectionately giving each other shit, and making jaws drop and vaguely unnerving everyone?

Each and every person involved in Endgames gay rep and the hype for it, from the person who wrote the scene, and each person involved in making it happen (minus the crew who don’t have creative control and just do the technical stuff like put lights up, do make up, keep people hydrated, whatever), to the pr jockey that would have encourged articles about it, and every godsdamn news source, journalist, editor, and advertiser that agreed to run hype all need to personally direct debit me and every other queer person that saw this movie $10.

1 (one) rando with a dead husband doesn’t compare to acknowledging literally any of your named, known heroes or support cast as non-straight or gnc or both. Acknowledging literally anyone we have an actual reason to care about would have been 100% better.

I could go on but that’d be getting down to really nitpicky stuff and I’ve already said I enjoyed the movie so I’m gonna swap to the stuff I enjoyed instead.

The Positive Thoughts

Steve running support groups, like he’s Sam. It’s not directly stated, but it’s totally in honour of Sam.

Scott is a breath of fresh air. He get’s so many of the funny moments that keep things from getting too dark, but never fails to nail the emotional ones when needed. When he saw Cassie after getting out of the quantum zone? Fucking aced it.

Okoye even if she only had a tiny, tiny bit of screen time was perfect for every moment she had.

Maybe controversial, but I liked that Thor stayed chubby the entire film. Dude had a spiral but when he got his determination and his spark back it didn’t magically make him tank again. It was an instance of realism about recovering from horrible stuff that they could have so easily ommited, because space magic, and I was pleasantly surprised that they didn’t. His size may have gotten played for laughs a touch much but by Hollywoods (low) standards it was handled well.

Hemsworth did an amazing job at traumatised Thor.

All(most all) the marvel women converging on Peter and the glove as he hands it off to Carol and fucking up everyone in their path.

Peter rambling to Tony and still TRYING to do polite intros whenever he gets within 10ft of any ally for more than a second.

The picture of Steve on Peggy’s desk was pre-serum Steve.

Howard Potts.

Thor’s talk with his mum.

Tony and Steve arguing for the 10 minutes it lasted finally felt real even if only because it was horribly manufactured in the past

Steve vs Steve

Loki’s face as the teseract heist when down and promptly failed.

Past Tony and Thor being goofs about Thor restarting Tony’s arc reactor.

Bucky was right about Steve taking the stupid with him, but at least it was sweet stupid this time.

Sam getting given the shield.

Future Nebula convincing Past Gamora to turn on Thanos.

Nebula in general actually. Not so much the parts about how Thanos used her. Just Nebula as a character, and how she treated situations and people.

Valkyrie

[the-fiction-witch]

Londoner P2

REAL LIFE: COUPLE: TBS X READER RATING: CUTE

The outskirts the regects of london we called it, where daylight is a rarity and police are never seen unless there coming in for the girls. As soon as I got to my little house I parked the bike and just pulled it inside leaning it up against my work bench.

My house is little but I love it, Build it myself my little kitchen against the wall to the right with my work bench on the back wall with all my computers and tools, to the left was my little bathroom and the little stairs to the uper level with my bed and a skylight. I got some tools and began wripping this bike apart for parts, I clicked the radio on listening to the reports from the tower as I worked for a good long while my hands getting tired and my face oil covered. I heard a noise outside so turned off my radio cleaning off my hands with a cloth I heard another noise again so I grabbed my gun opening the door letting the light from inside flooding the door way outside “Someone there?” I ask into the dark

I saw a pair of feet sneakers, new ones, red with black laces “whoever you are,  your lost. Turn around London is about twenty mile back the way you came” I tell them

“Uhh No, I'm not lost” he answered it was that boy from earlier that Thomas guy he stepped forward so I could see him in the light from my door he rubbed the back of his neck looking scared

“what do you want?” I ask supried to see a london boy this far out

“You took my bike” he says “Can I have it back?” he asks

“why? You seem like a rich kid can't you just go get another one?” I ask

“I could” he nods “but... Please it's my bike I would really like it back” He says

“Anyone follow you?” I ask stepping out my door

“No, I don't think so” he says checking behind him

“Alright” I sigh “Come in” I nod putting my gun down and letting him in shutting my door behind him “Jacket off!” I order

“why?” he asked

“want your fucking bike or not?” I ask and he nods taking his jacket off putting it on the chair by my desk and shruged his clothes hung to him tightly “Undo your shirt” I tell him

“what!” he asked grabbing his shirt tightly

“Want your bike?” I ask waving the keys at him and he sighed taking a slow breath before undoing all the little buttons on his shirt letting it hang open exposing his pale skinny body, I went close to him making him look confused as I checked his back and his arms “No track, alright” I sigh giving him the keys “I've been fixing it up, taking the trackers out and such like” I explain

“Ohh, thanks I guess” he shruged doing his shirt back up and rolling up his sleaves to his elbows as I sat back at the bike he sat behind me looking at what I had done “what are you, some kinda mechanic lady?” he asked me a little puzzled

“Kinda” I sigh as I work

“what was your name again?” he asked rubbing his neck again

“Y/N” I smile

“Y/N what?” he asked fiddling with one of my tools, I wripped it out his hand and put it with my other tools

“Y/N Damma” I answer

“Damma?... Y/N damma, Y/N damma where have I heard that before” he says more to himself “Y/N Damma...” He says before he stook a sharp breath “Your- Your one of those” he began

“Yes, now please shut up” I sigh getting on with my work

“Your a britania federation rebal” he said very shocked slowly backing away from me till he hit my wall

“Relax, the stories aren't true london boy” I sigh

“You- You lot Kill london children” he stuttered

“That's what they say now? Fucking hell” I laugh

“You- You posion people” He stuttered sounding very scared

“How imaginative” I laugh

“You- ahhh! You made me take my clothes off! Are you going to rape me and throw me over a overpass?” he asks slightly crying

“Ohh come on!” I complain getting up “That's what londoner's think of us! When the hell has anyone every been raped and thrown over an overpass?” I ask

“I – I I don't know” he stuttered

“Arseholes” I sigh “Were rebals not the bloody boogie man, it's stupid londoners tell the kids horror stories” I sigh

“So... you don't do that?” he asked

“No” I laugh as I got back to work

“You're not as horrible as the stories” He smiled moving back to sit next to me

“Cheers” I laugh “what do they say then? What do londoners tell there little boy and girls about the BF?” I ask

“That people who live in the outlands are mutated from the great waste” he explained “and only get worse the more they inbreed with each other” he explained

“Okay now that is fucking rude” I sigh “I have been out here my whole life, never seen anyone even mildly mutated genetic or otherwise. Ohh except that one guy he had seven toes. That was strange” I explain

“Really?” He laughs and I nod

“I wont be done for a little while, want something to eat?” I offer

“Uhh no thanks” he answered looking worried

“Relax, I'm not trying to poisen you” I laugh getting two sugar pops and offering one to him “look still sealed” I laugh and he happily took it giving it a try

“Ummmm! What is this?” he asks

“A sugar pop” I laugh opening my own and starting to suck on it as I work

“It's Amazing” he smirked “what is sugar?” he asked

“You don't know what sugar is?” I ask “Ohh right, sugar gt outlawed in london” I laugh “you properbly shouldn't have this” I tell him trying to take it away but he moved away keeping it close to him “Alright fine” I laugh working on the bike “what else do they say in london?” I ask

“That BF men brake into houses and steal babies” he explained

“No, we do not do that” I laugh

“That BF men take young girls for uses” he explained

“Well, we do not do that either” I smile

“My mum always said outlanders girls where horrible, that they where the most ugly women in the whole world” he laughed and I glared at him “But... you don't seem it. Your very beautiful actully Y/N” He smiles at me “what do you guys to... when you come to london?” he asks

“Wreck buildings, cause horrible havok in order to make our point” I tell him

“What about when your out here?” He asks

“Live” I answer “what do you do?” I ask him “In london?”

“Ohh I work at London print, I'm an editor” he sighs “Thats all, nothing important” He shruged

“Really?” I ask him quickly

“Yeah, Why?” he asked licking the sugar pop

“How do you feel about the BF? Without the horror stories?” I ask

“I- I guess I never really thought about it to be honest” he answered rubbing the back of his neck “I mean you guys can't be all bad. But there- sorry you're always on the news not doing the best of things for londoners” he says

“Great” I sigh “That's the problem with londoners you only think about how this shit effect you, your all selfish you couldn't give to shades of shit what happens to the rest of us out here!” I yell “You all just think what you're told to think by your percious master player” I sigh

“Hold on Hold on!” he says putting his hand on my arm “I never said I didn't agree with you, I don't on a lot of things but... I don't agree with london on everything either” He says and I pushed his arm away

“like what?” I ask

“The whole..scanning you in and out of everywhere I always feel like someones following me” he answered seeming nervous and scared to say it almost checking over his shoulder

“Thomas” I laugh making him look back to me “Your safe, your outside of london you can say what you like” I laugh

“I don't like how we get forced into marriage, when I get married I wanna mary her for love not because we have like six weeke left before they patner us up” He sighed “maybe I don't wanna get married yet and setal down, maybe I wanna find a nice girl rather then get one thrown at me who's about as excited to marry me as I am to marry her, and the fact I have to be married I have two more birthdays before I am forced to, and Maybe I don't want a kid!” He yelled before I grabbed his hands

“Whoa... okay I get it Thomas” I laugh “You have a lot of repressed anger don't you” I laugh

“well where not allowed to complain about this stuff in london, so I never have before” he shruged

“aww, thats cute, come on say one of the big nine” I giggle

“The- really! I couldn't!” he says nervously

“your outside of london Thomas knowone will arrest you” I smile he looked nervous but a little excited

“You promise you wont tell on me?” he asked

“Thomas I'm a BF rebel you can say them all you like” I laugh and he giggled

“B- B- Bugger!” he yelled before covering his mouth

“There you go” I laugh “You can say all of them if you want” I laugh

“all of them?” he asks and I nod he took a deap breath before yelling quiet loudly “fuck! Shit! Bloody hell! Arse! Dam! Tit! Wank! freanking! Bugger!” he yelled before giggling like a little kid

“you alright?” I laugh

“Yeah” he smiles “I- I don't think I've ever said them outloud before” he blushed “I like it here” He smiles

“I do to, part of why  left really” I smile “I don agree with you the assinged marrage is kinda shit” I laugh “Hasn't been a wedding in the outlands for years” I laugh

“Really? One almost a day  in london, esspecaily given the fourty second generation are all coming to marry age” He sighed

“Yeah because If they don't they'll get thrown together with someone else on the same street” I laugh

“True, what did make you leave Y/N?” He asks

“All done” I smile finishing his bike “No trackers, no limiter, you can run off the tracks, go over thirty and pop from london to the outlands with no issues” I explain

“Oh thank you so much” He smiled “I don't know how I could possibly repay you Y/N” He cheered

“Save your londoner money Thomas, no use to me here” I sigh going and laying on my bed

“Would you uhh... mind if I came back? To like visit? It gets really boring in london days I'm not working. I'd love to come and swear with you again” he blushed

“Do what you want” I shrug

“Okay, well It was nice meeting you Y/N” he smiled taking his bike out and I heard him reving it and going off back to london, so I locked my door and got ready for a cold night.