#bagel cries about stuff

[toxycodone]

GOD modern Laios would make such a good little trophy/house husband 🥺 he LOVES cooking dinner for you when you come home after a long day of being the breadwinner. you get to spoil and dote on him and he gets to spend all day doing nerd shit and taking care of the house (he LOVES cooking you dinner and seeing the look of relief on your face coming home to a clean house & warm meal after a long day)

on your anniversary you come home and he's cooked a fucking 5 star meal- like the kinda shit you only get at some fancy ass overpriced restaurant . After dinner you suprise him with a huge intricate Lego set you know he's been wanting but wouldn't ask for because it's soooo expensive & he nearly cries.

He spends like 2 hours going down on you out of pure joy alone before letting you tie him to the bed and ride him until he DOES cry- whimpering "thank you" and "I love you"'s over and over before you've even let him cum. tears falling down his flushed cheeks and eyes rolling back in his head as he writhes against the restraints, so desperate and grateful for whatever you give him. such a good boy, your perfect little house husband 😌

GOOOOOOD YES

okay. Since we got minimum wage retail Laios confirmed by Kui. House husband Laios is so fucking real.

Laios who’s a total part timer since meeting you, he works for pocket change and like. Bare minimum benefits just to keep things comfy for the two of you while he basically puts everything in savings. (Until like one day he just quits tbh when yall are really settled in)

But like in my mind he works under the table at Senshi’s restaurant for cash + to learn about cooking! They go on fishing/hunting/hiking trips together and go to the farmers market to get fresh produce and Senshi teaches Laios everything he knows.

He cleans up your apartment every day. Like, he’s not the best or a maid or anything. He’s just a dude. But he does recognize that he’s immensely privileged and does his best to show you hey. He does care. And he wants you to not have to bust your ass after coming from a full time shift. He does basic things like dishes and stuff and on the weekends you guys maybe spend an hour or two maximum cleaning on the weekends together

LAIOS. PACKS YOUR LUNCH. He love love LOVES doing this and he has little sandwich shapers to make them into little dinosaurs or dolphins or something. And he does bentos with cute little pins and molds and he lovingly spends time on this. I think he genuinely enjoys doing this stuff and testing out new recipes.

And cooking in general!! Like that is how Laios shows he loves you forreal. He genuinely pays attention to your tastes and tries to “gourmet” your favorite foods. (I’ve been rereading the manga and when Marcille’s upset he offers to try his best to make whatever she wants to eat out of monsters and it’s so cute…). Like you want grilled cheese? How about grilled Brie on fresh made bread? Bagels? Oh yeah he tried a new recipe at Senshi’s at 4 am, here’s fresh out of the oven pastries. It’s so cute.

I think. He loves like those random ass kitchen gadgets too. He 100% has an ice cream maker and he makes custom flavors for you.

And he just loves watching you eat. It’s such an expression of love. He works so damn hard to make you smile and make you happy. And his food never sucks because 1. Senshi teaches him everything 2. He ALWAYS tests recipes before going way too hard with them. Like he pays attention to your palette so if he made something gross or something just. Not to your tastes you’d let him know in the trial stage.

And GOD. Laios is just a fucking sex toy I swear. He’s genuinely like. A subby service top. He wants you to absolutely use him however you want but he likes to be the one that’s doing most of the work because he likes to spoil you with his body…(also he cums super easily in my hc so if he tops he’s able to like. Pull out and give you head or switch positions when he’s getting too close)

But when you spoil him and ride him…tell him how handsome he is and how much you love him. yeah he’s crying and whimpering about how much he loves you and how you’re just so fucking perfect. It makes your head spin because Laios genuinely makes you feel like you’re the only person on earth for him.

[ros3ybabe]

Daily Check-in: September 12, 2024 😴

Some pictures of my school work set up in the campus library, which is actually my preffered place of study! I'm always the most productive in there! Sorry about the inconsistent daily check ins, I get home from work some nights and just pass out right away, I'm so tired.

🦄 What I Accomplished

completed and submitted my lab 21 and 22 pre lab assignments

completed my homework for chapter 4 of my accounting class

studied for my upcoming accounting exam

did my morning skincare

worked a ~8.5 hour shift

booked a 2nd tattoo appointment

got matched with a Dietetic mentor

sent my boss an email regarding a work situation with another coworker

decided on a time to go to lunch with my friend for her birthday on Friday

🐌 Random Stuff Of The Day

felt really emotional all day, cried several times

had a really good bagel sandwich for breakfast

drank so much water

finally made my next payment to my health coach, and am waiting to recieve my new workout plans and meal plan!

debating changing my tattoo idea for my appointment in october

requested time off work for the days my man is supposed to come see me 🤞🤞🤞

had a super healthy meal for dinner (grilled chicken, lots of broccoli, and a small amount of potato)

🩷 Stuff For Tomorrow, Friday, Sept 13th

study japanese, please girl, you gotta learn some more before your lesson on friday

email Dietetic mentor back asap

therapy appointment ??

lunch with your friend for her birthday!!

work a ~7 hour shift

have a good day <3

that's all for now! will try to post more consistently!

til next time lovelies 🩷

[brokenpieces-72]

Graves Circumstance

Part 4 | Navigation

TW: Dark imagery, blood, gory, confrontation, let me know if anything was missed

Your captor sat behind you having to hold you in place in front of a mirror. The blade stung as it carefully and precisely dragged over your limbs. You struggled but got scolded, warned that if the blade slipped it was all over. You almost wished you kept struggling.

“Stop!” He barked in your ear. “Almost done.”

By the time he finished you were expecting the next tool of his arsenal to a be a skinning knife. Instead he moved your body around, admiring his work. You looked and felt like a doll. A doll being altered and changed to fit your owner’s preferences. Unclothed you whenever they wanted and rip into you with reckless abandon.

“Stop…” you whimpered, pleading to whatever god might listening.

Your captor pulled your head back putting the already dirty knife to your throat. In a hauntingly casual tone he spoke. “What was that?”

You didn’t answer. He smirked. “Oh you’re hungry… poor thing.”

His arms changed the grip he had, holding and forcing your jaw open. The dirty knife was out by your mouth. You know what he wanted you to do. You tried to pull away, but his grip tightened.

“Stick your tongue out.” He ordered. You obeyed. That’s all you could do, if only to stay alive. “Swallow it.”

The knife was slowly being inserted into your mouth as you tried to scream and struggle for help. No. No more! Make it stop make it stop!

You cried out and Graves awoke within seconds. The lamp went on as he rushed out of the bed to you.

“Wake up! Wake up kid!” Graves tried to shake you awake, get you out of your nightmare. When you do awake, your body jerks and you thrash around. Graves gets hold of you and holds you down while you panic and come to reality. “It’s me kid. You’re safe.”

There were tears in your eyes again as Graves retrieved the blanket again, and wrapped it around you. He then went looking for your stuffed animal.

“Deep breaths, that’s it… good job.”

“I… I’m sorry…”

“Don’t apologize. Nightmares are expected for this.” Phil said. “Just take a minute.”

He got you some water, and you squeezed Bagel like a stress ball. You take more than a minute, processing what just had taken place in your mind.

“Why can’t I remember what happened?” You asked. Clearly something affected you enough to cause vivid nightmares and yet you struggled to recall what had happened to you. You didn’t expect Graves to have all the answers.

“Plenty of people forget what happens in their dreams.” Graves told you.

“No… the-the dream was of what happened…” you explained. Graves stared at the floor.

“I hate to tell ya this but that may not be a bad thing. Having nightmares about the stuff you don’t remember could fill in some blanks.” Graves said. “What happened in the nightmare?”

You tensed at the question, trembling. You suddenly became extra aware of your long scars, scratching at them through your shirt. Graves noticed you were now very quiet. He took a quick glance at you, sitting up right. Your jaw was shaking, like you wanted to say something but couldn’t get the words out.

Graves looked around the room quickly and found a notepad on the bedside table, and a pen. He sat on the other bed, across from you. If you couldn’t take it all at once then breaking it down would have to do for now. The thing about dreams and nightmares is once they’re had, it’s hard to bring them back. He didn’t want you to forget anything that could get your case moving. If the police would even get off their asses that is.

“Can you tell me where you were?” He asked. Your lips tightened, and you were starting to panic again. There were small noises coming from you, as you tried to tell him. Graves sighed. He needed to break this down further.

“Nod your head for yes, were you inside?”

You nodded.

“Did he have a weapon?”

You nodded.

“Was it a gun?”

You didn’t move.

“A blade?”

You nodded. Graves jotted down his questions and your replies. He kept going, trying to keep the questions simple. Every time he glanced up, checking on your state. You were sitting on the bed cross legged now, and pulling the blanket tighter.

“Did you see him?” He asked.

You shook your head but you hesitated. If it was a blade you might have seen parts of him. Right now the last thing Graves wanted to do to you is traumatize you more. But this was all he had right now.

“He hurt you with the blade?”

You nodded. Okay now to phrase the next part.

“Did he… leave scars?” Graves asked. You went very quiet, and waited a moment before giving a single nod.

“Which ones?” Graves asked, cautiously. You didn’t say anything, but kept tugging your shirt in the same spot.

“We’ll come back to that one. Did he say anything?”

You nodded.

“Did he tie you down somehow?”

You shook your head. He didn’t tie you down, but you didn’t see him?

“Was he holding you down?” He asked.

You nodded.

“He wasn’t in front of you?” He asked.

You shook your head, and tried to talk again.

“Was he holding you from behind?” Graves asked before you could speak. You nodded.

“You saw his arms then?”

You nodded.

“Any tattoos or scars of his own?”

You shook your head.

“Did he have a deep voice?”

You didn’t move. Honestly, you weren’t sure. Your eyes flicked around, thinking and thinking. Why couldn’t you remember it just happened?!

“Hey, don’t fixate on it.” Graves told you pulling your focus on to him. He glances at his hastily written notes, and then the alarm clock on the side table. God it was fucking early.

“Kay you can point for this last one… what scars did he leave?”

You rolled up your sleeves and tugged down at the neckline to reveal one shoulder. The precise cuts. He took a deep breath himself and set the notepad down.

“Did he do anything else?” He asked, tired. You nodded. Honestly, Graves didn’t want to hear anymore. He didn’t want you fixating on it anymore. “Let’s leave it for tomorrow. You still need some sleep.”

As Graves was getting back under the covers, his cellphone went off. As he picked it up he got himself an idea, but that could wait until tomorrow. You crawled into the covers yourself, keeping the blanket around you. Graves swore to himself as he read the alert further.

Possible Snowstorm Warning in Affect

“Mr. Graves?” You asked. Graves looked up at you from his phone, shutting it off and letting it charge.

“Graves or Phil is fine kid.” He said.

“…why were you on the news?” You asked.

Graves was hoping you’d forgotten about that. He knows what he did, but he knows how many people perceived what he did. You seemed like a good kid, and you trusted him. If he told you what he did would you still trust him? Phil got comfortable staring up at the ceiling.

“I followed orders… and did what I was told.” He said. “That’s the short of it, and it’s too long for us to discuss tonight. Try to get some more sleep kid.”

Phil shut off the lamp just as you turned over.

Graves waited patiently and wanted to call the station himself. He had a feeling they wouldn’t pick up for him. You were eating breakfast, ready to go at a moments notice. You wanted to ask him about the news still but it seemed to be a sore spot.

You noticed him pacing and checking his stuff and even your stuff. He was going back and forth, while the tv droned on. He was like a dad getting everything ready before mom returned from work so they could get on the road right away.

You looked over at the notepad and pen and tore the first paper off. The notepad was blank again, while your mind was filled. You started to write and there was no organization. One moment you were writing about the cops, the next minute you were writing about what little you could recall, and then you scribbled about all the different encounters you’d had.

“There was that guy peeking in our window the other night.” You wondered out loud. The statement pulled Graves out of his pacing. He looked over to you in the bed with the notepad.

“Whatcha thinkin?”

“The road block was up before he peeked into our window.” You pointed out. Graves was focused on you now. Honestly he’d been more concerned about what the guy had been doing there rather than how he got there.

“Which means he was here before the block went up.” Graves said.

“So either he got here and was wandering around, was already living here or…”

“He took the road I did. Which should have been blocked off for the investigation.” Graves said. Mother fuckers were neglecting evidence.

“If he’s still here at the motel we could talk to him.” You suggested. Graves had a different idea but he did know the guy’s room number. If he was a local, even better. Maybe there were some answers being kept close to the vest. Still you seemed uneasy by your own idea. It was worth a shot. The snowstorm wouldn’t hit for a while, and the cops would call either before noon or Graves would storm the place himself. Honestly he wanted to go commando on that place if only get them to do something.

“Alright get your coat. And bring your teddy.” Graves said getting his boots on and laced.

“Bagel.” you corrected. A little childish but you didn’t want the plush too far away. Made you feel safe.

You followed Graves along the lines of doors and overheard a couple intimate noises yourself. You stepped away from the doors a bit, upon hearing the noises.

“Here we are.” Graves said, and knocked on the door. You waited next to him. As an extra precaution Graves made sure he was in front of you slightly.

Graves knocked again, calling “house keeping.”

There was a muffled voice from inside. The door opened and the man from the night before stood in the doorway. When he saw Graves he stepped back, cautiously.

“Morning.” He said, and looked up and down the way.

“Morning. Mind if I ask you a few questions?” Graves asked, calmly.

“Wh-what is this about?” The guy asked nervously.

“Sounding a little unsure of yourself. Seemed pretty certain last night.” Graves said, getting closer to the guy. “How did you even get here last night with a road block?”

The guy was backing up, not want to deal with a guy like Graves. “Dude you need to chill, I swear I wasn’t trying to creep on your kid!”

“Oh yeah, and where’s your so called friend? The one you were supposed to me-“

“Phil!” You said, catching Graves by the arm. Graves stopped and looked back at you. He softened seeing the scared look in your eyes. You turned your attention to the man who was currently rethinking his choices from last night.

“Could we talk to you?” You asked.

The guy’s name was Jacob. Graves felt a little bad for being so rough with him earlier. The guy was acting different than he did last night. Last night he’d been defensive but he now he was skittish.

“Can I offer you anything? Uh, water, coffee?” Jacob said. You sat down on his bed while Graves stood near you like a personal bouncer.

“No thank you.” You said. Jacob nodded and poured himself a drink. After taking a sip he came a little closer but kept his distance. He was around Graves’s age, wore a hoodie, and had sweat pants on, fit but it’s hard to tell with hoodie. His hair was short, and some peach fuzz on his face. The guy was more focused on Graves than he was on you.

“Do you um… do you live around here?” You asked.

“Kind of… uh, I move around a lot. Staying here with a friend of mine for now.”

“Where is your friend?” Graves asked.

“Out getting breakfast.” Jacob said. “Sorry, can I ask what this is about?”

“You ever seen them before?” Phil asked, nodding his head to you. You looked at Jacob who looked at you. Jacob shrugged.

“Aside from last night.” He said.

“When did you get here?” Graves asked.

“Uh… 7 pm. I took the north road.” Jacob explained. The north road. The road Graves found you. Graves took a deep breath, before leaving the room. You stayed where you were, knowing he was probably working off some steam.

Jacob stood there awkwardly as you stared at the door. “So uh… what’s up with that?”

“Um… l-Long story.” You said.

“Listen, you and your dad might wanna get out of here.” Jacob said. “Not trying to spook or threaten you but uh… this place ain’t exactly safe.”

“What do you mean?” You asked. Jacob seemed to regret his suggestion.

“Look just do yourself a favour tell your dad you need to get going.” He said. You looked at the floor and noticed there were a couple of unopened bags. Was Jacob’s friend really getting breakfast?

“Are you… moving?” You asked.

“Something like that.” Jacob said quickly.

“Why?”

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to. Trust me kiddo, you should get the hell out of dodge. There’s some local legends that have reports to back them up.” Jacob warned. His demeanour changed from skittish to fight or flight.

“I’ll go tell him.” You said getting up and going to the door.

“You got a good head on your shoulders. I think your dad is protective enough to take the advice.” Jacob commented. “Stay safe… and I like your plushie.”

You gave him a quick smile and a nod before going into the chilly day.

Graves stormed the police station by noon. He ordered you to stay in the truck again. Anyone who tried to stop him were ignored as he demanded an audience with whoever was in charge.

“Sir, please we are trying to work!” The officer said. The same officer as yesterday, a woman, and a desk card that read “Officer Marwood”.

“Oh are ya now? Then why the fuck isn’t the north road blocked off, evidence is gonna be destroyed if it isn’t gone already.” Graves demanded.

“We had to block off the other road, we’re a small town and resources are limited.” Marwood said, maintaining a calm and collected attitude.

“Then why didn’t you have them go sooner?” He questioned. “You know what fuck it. I’m taking Y/N there myself.”

The officer panicked when Graves turned, and grabbed the commander’s shoulder.

“Sir I cannot permit that!” Marwood said. Graves shoved the officer’s hand off when he was forced to turn around. The entire police station went quiet. The cop was no longer calm, her eyes were wild.

Graves got in her face. “You either step up or stay out of the way, or I can show you the difference between military and me.”

With that Graves left the station, and returned to the truck. He got the snow storm ping again. Time was running out. It was now or never. You didn’t say anything as he got in the truck and took off.

“Are you sure this is where I was?” You asked. You and Graves walked further down the road from where he recalled finding you. His hope was there might be some footprints, or some other trail. The temperature was dropping quite a bit. You were scanning as much as you could but you had been blinded. It was a miracle you could find the road, and you nearly broke down in relief when you felt it at your feet. Graves walked beside you and kept a look out for anything out of the ordinary.

“We went over a bridge after I found you. You had to have come out somewhere nearby.” Graves said. He seemed tense himself, looking around like a dog finding a scent.

“Are you okay?” You asked.

“Focus on the ground.” He instructed. You looked back on the ground, looking for any traces of you along forest line. You held on to Bagel, Graves insisting you kept Bagel on you. Graves continued walking, getting a couple feet ahead as you stared at a spot on the ground.

“I think…” you said, catching Graves attention. Graves turned and saw where you were looking. There was a trail of foot prints. Your prints. The two of you stood, and stared at the trail. Graves started walking down the path.

“What are you doing?” You asked, fear evident. Graves stopped and turned. You almost looked like a little kid with the plushie in your arms. He checked the time, and it was clear the snowstorm would be coming soon. The gear he had wasn’t the best for harsh snow weather, nor was yours. This was the only shot you had though, the one window and Graves didn’t let windows shut on their own. The snowstorm would cover up any traces you had left.

Graves patted his pockets and found a pocket knife. He stretched out his hand to you, to help you down the small drop between the road and the tree line. “Come on.”

Your eyes widened seeing the knife at his side. The hand outstretched had small flashes in your mind and your legs stiffened. The wind started to blow harder, and you know there isn’t much time left. It didn’t make you less scared. You shook your head.

“Kid we don’t have all day, we need to move fast or we lose the trail. Come on.” He stepped closer to you, gesturing for you to following. You stepped back. If you followed the trail what would you find? What if he was waiting? What if this was a trap? You’d known Graves for a while, but how much did you know?

“What did you do?” You asked.

“Kid we don’t have time!” Graves said urgently. He was half tempted to take your hand by force.

“Tell me what you did… why you were on the news.” You demanded. Graves wanted to haul you over his shoulder right now if only to get you moving. Of course it won’t work that way, you wanted an answer.

“… I hurt people.” He said, looking you in the eyes. “I had my orders. I was put on trial for it. I will tell you more but we need to follow your tracks as far as we can before the snow comes and we lose the only lead we have.”

You took a second to process the answer and then hurried after Graves who started walking as soon as you did. He went to put a hand on your back but you shrugged him off. Graves started to mark the trees as you went. Every stroke was in the same direction. The wind howled and kicked up snow around you. The trees stretched tall above you, as you kept your eyes on the trail you made. Your body tensed and you held Bagel close to your chest, bracing yourself against the elements. It felt like an hour of following your bare foot prints. Graves continued making marks, plenty of them, and kept them subtle. You kept walking, lost in the moment. You felt the cold as if it were on your bare legs, your vision blurring as you trudged along, the wind making you flinch and whimper. Despite your distracted state you sensed Graves reaching out to you again. You flinched and stepped to the side, to avoid him.

“Kid the wind is picking up, I don’t want to lose you in the storm.” Graves said.

“Right.” You said quietly. You stepped closer, and Graves put an arm around your shoulders. You shivered as you felt the wind kick up again. You and Phil stopped, seeing your trail being blown away. Phil cut into the closest tree, close to the stump. He made the mark distinct, and more obvious.

“Time to head back kid.” He instructed. You stared ahead. The storm was coming, but you swear you saw something ahead. Something that made you freeze up. Your legs were locked in place, you could barely hear Graves calling to you. You could see something in the distance. It could see you.

Suddenly Graves grabbed you from behind and dragged you along. You panicked, and thrashed and he’s a bit more forceful. Without thinking you tried to pull away. Graves held your head, getting you to focus on him.

“Kid we need to go! We don’t have time!” He told you. You nodded and took his hand, letting him lead you back to the truck. The storm was picking up as you got in the truck. You got in the backseat and stared out the window. Something was out there, you knew there was. You’d seen it first hand. You scanned the trees as Graves stepped on the gas.

Thankfully the motel had enough power, while the wind screamed and howled outside. You had a warm shower as instructed by Graves and he was having one himself. This whole thing was exhausting you. You had to fight the urge to fall asleep, your wet hair tied back and tucked in the beanie. You were under the covers already, trying to get warm. You tucked Bagel in as well. When you’d returned it was just an order for you to have a warm shower. You hadn’t questioned him when you first met. At the time you were ready to cling to whoever you could. Now it felt you and Graves were cell mates. Thrown together, curious to know what the other did to be sentenced, and wondering how long you would be in for.

He was getting agitated lately, and you felt responsible. It didn’t stop you from wanting to know what Graves did. You wanted to trust him but he was holding something back from you.

You got out of the bed to make some warm water. The tea options weren’t very good, but there were packs of hot cocoa. Good enough. Graves came out of the bathroom just as you were stirring the powder. You brought the mug over to the bedside table as he stared out the window. Phil made his way to close the curtains again.

You sat in silence, sipping your cocoa, trying to clear your mind. Yeah, that wasn’t happening. Answers were what you wanted, and needed.

“What happened?” You asked.

Graves really hoped you’d forgotten. He sighed. “Y/N can we drop i-“

“No.” You said. Graves saw the fear in your eyes. It was masked but he could see it. Open book, Phil told himself he would be that for you. He just didn’t think you would read the footnotes. Didn’t want you too. Graves sat on the edge of the other bed.

“What I did was what I was ordered to do.”

“That’s not answer.” You argued.

“You don’t need to kno-“

“Yes I do!” You said, sitting on the edge of the bed now. “I need to know I can trust you, because whether I like it or not you’re all I have. You’re the only one who cares, and… that is fucking terrifying.”

You felt the tears on your face as you steadied your own breathing. Phil couldn’t pretend to know what you were feeling. That feeling of helplessness he’d felt before, but he hadn’t been alone. Truth was he’d been frustrated he couldn’t do more to help you, to take charge of the situation without raising any alarms. Graves could only imagine what you would think of him once he told you the truth.

“And what if you think I’m a monster?” He asked, looking at you, very serious. The question is a warning, about what you would be opening up. You considered the question.

“Then maybe you can scare the demons off.” You said. Phil gave a small scoff at that. He wasn’t sure how to phrase this now.

“I run a PMC called Shadow Company. I get hired by the government to do some pretty high profile jobs and one job led us to tracking down missiles. Lost some good men in losing those missiles. I got orders to detain special forces in Mexico and even had a hit ordered out on men who were working with us. When they fought back things got ugly, and really fucking quick. I followed orders and then the man who gave them to me tried to act like it never happened. So I covered my tracks and exposed his. I don’t regret what I’ve done because I was doing my fucking job.” Graves said. “I was put on trial and I lied.”

You take a deep breath and process the story in your mind. That wasn’t what you were expecting. You asked for it.

“I’m not asking for perfect trust, hell if you want you can take any trust you have for me a throw it into the cold. But I’m all you’ve got right now, and I’m here, and ready to take out this fuck if that’s what it takes. You understand?” Graves said. Fuck sugarcoating and sweet talking. The gloves were off.

“I trust you.” You said. Graves nodded. The two of you sat in silence. You took a sip from your mug, and let the richness help calm you down. Graves got up to make himself something warm as well.

“He made me lick it.” You said finally. Graves set the mug down and looked at you confused. “The blade… after he… he used it on me he wanted me to clean it.”

Phil turned to kettle on and sat down next to you on the bed. A truth for a truth. Not what he’d expected.

“He made you lick the blade clean?” He asked. You nodded, pressing your lips together. You leaned against Phil and he doesn’t hesitate to put his arm around your shoulders. The hell you’d been through made him look like a saint.

“We’ll give them a police report and then leave tomorrow when the storm is over.” Phil said. “Staying here any longer is gonna make us both lose it.”

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[rins-batcave]

answering all of these cus boredom

✨soft asks✨

What song makes you feel better? - wallows music, good kid, etc.

What is your go to comfort show? - derry girls, brooklyn 99, hearstopper, idk what else

Reading or writing? Why? - writing because its creative and helps me

Whats your favorite feeling? - idk

How do you like to take care of yourself? - i don't :3

What’s your favorite candle scent? - none but ig lavender?

Who do you feel most like yourself around? - my tumblr moots

Whats a fabric/texture that’s nostalgic for you? - soft things ig?

Best childhood moment? - vacations, time with my grandparents and brother

When was the last time you laughed so hard you cried? (or just felt really good afterwards) - idk

Do you have a comfort item? Tell us about it! - monkey and baby (two stuffies) they make me very calm and happy and the texture and scent and stuff are just familiar.

What calms you down? - bed

Bath or shower to relax? - neither ✨dysphoria✨

Whats something upcoming that you’re excited for? - christmas

Comfort food? - soup? bread? ummmm crackers? pretzels? yogurt.

What’s something you want to create soon? - 3d printed stuff

How do you feel best loved? - when i do acts of service and people appriciate? time ig?

What age in life do you think you’ll feel most yourself at? - 20s?

Have you ever written or received a love letter? - kinda? someone confessed a crush on me?

Tell us about a memory you hold close to your heart. - when i went to the marina with my grandparents and we had bagels

Tea, Coffee, or hot cocoa? - tea

Name of your favorite playlist? - lol my one playlist titled "music" with 800 songs

Have you ever received flowers? - yeah after preformances and stuff

Who is your bestfriend? - my moots maybe? idk irl

If your soul was a color, what would it be? - green probably?

If you could live anywhere with anyone you want, where would it be and who would you bring? - maybe europe and my dog?

Do you like to garden? Have you ever grown something? - i want one

What are you proudest of? - like when i make these two peopel feel welcome at school and then they told me how grateful they were for that? also probably math shit and wrting?

Are you a kind person? - i hope so

What do your hobbies look like? - archery, rock climbing, writing/poetry

[findafight]

I just don't trust any of the additional media with Steve because it just keeps reminding us that he was an asshole.

The Robin book reminds us that he was an asshole. The Lucas book reminds us that he was an asshole. I'm almost certain that the Eddie book will remind us that Steve was an asshole, possibly make him out to be a bigger asshole than the show.

And that's on top of the way we get no backstory to him or his family. Between the show and the additional media we at least have the names for the parents for pretty much every other main kids/teens and even some non mains. The show has made a point of showing us the parents of Barb and Heather, but they can't even mention Steve's parents by name once anywhere?

Supplemental material is always sort of...half canon to me? If it includes minor stuff I like that doesn't mess with established canon I accept it (Robin's parents being Melissa and Richard and also former hippies, scoops troop playing dnd to cheer Erica up, Steve and Mike having an awkward talk about what happened post s1 where Mike cries at him), but when it has things I don't like or are contradicted by canon I ignore it lol.

It sucks because Robin tells us in the show exactly why she thought he was an asshole. The girl she had a crush on liked Steve, he didn't know who she was, he ate bagels messily, he asked what Robin perceived as stupid questions. Literally petty teenage shit!! I only have knowledge of the additional media via Tumblr but I saw that apparently in the Lucas book Lucas specifically doesn't go to Steve because he thinks (for some reason that isn't given) that if Steve plays sports again he'll revert back into an asshole (who was just a normal jerk teenager level let's be real) even though Steve, at the time he helped Dustin and then helped save Lucas, was still on the basketball team!! That's so sad and I'm glad it isn't official canon because no :( Lucas deserves to have his mentor on the basketball team and also bond with Steve practicing!!

The Eddie book better not make Steve anything other than mildly frustrated or annoyed at Eddie's loud lunchtime rants. They never spoke before! Maybe Steve bought weed from him a couple times but they never had meaningful interactions! Eddie's whole thing about Steve was that he made assumptions based on facts (big house, girls love him) he had heard about Steve, not anything Steve had directly done. It'll be so stupid if they fake retcon that!!

Steve deserves literally SOMETHING telling us a little about his parents though. Like their names. Or maybe if they're from town or not...just. something more than we have.

[rosesnink]

The Way To Rome, Chapter Two: New Routines

Author's Notes

After months being on a depression slump, here I am, back on my TWTR groove! Exams start tomorrow, but the muses were faster. Oh well!!!

English isn't my first language, so please forgive any typos/grammar mistakes

My OC's Choices sprite was made by the talented @peonyblossom all credits to them!!

If you'd like to be tagged on these series or in the It Lives stuff in general, send me an ask!

Summary: After Tallulah's anniversary, it's time for Faye to finally face college, but the forces of nature just don't seem to agree with her...

Word Count: 1.8k

Category: Angst, hurt-comfort, horror, nightmares, grief

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: Lucas Thomas x F!OC (Yun Faye), mentions of Stacy Green x F!MC (Tallulah Hunter)

CW: This series will deal with themes of death, grief, horror, sexual themes and strong language, and other recurring themes of the It Lives Anthology, including the It Lives Project. Reader's discretion is advised.

Book: It Lives in the Woods

Beep beep. Beep beep.

Faye opened her eyes, sighing as her senses and body awakened. The fun was over, and it was time to prepare for the real challenge: college. Throwing back the covers, she got up and yawned as she scratched her head.

After going to the bathroom and brushing her teeth, she brushed her hair, did a simple makeup with some blush, a small eyeliner and lip gloss. Spraying her coconut perfume, she put her MacBook inside of her bag alongside her charger and went straight to the cafeteria for a good cheese bagel with its seasonings and a strong coffee. Faye had always been a morning person, she enjoyed how foggy and silent Westchester looked, the birds singing in the distance, the fresh air and how the sun wasn’t out yet, but it wasn’t dark either. A calming, comforting grey. Paying for the bagel and coffee, she started walking towards the campus. People were either groggy or already running, laughing, talking and simply living. Back in high school, people in Westchester would want your head for being so energetic. But that was the magic of college: it was not like high school.

Suddenly, woman with familiar blonde hair and blue eyes laughed with an equally redhead woman, both talking about something. She froze. No. It couldn’t be them. They were dead. They were both dead. She had seen them die.

She shook her head. Her brain was playing tricks on them. Jane hadn’t even been ten when she died, and she had buried Tallulah a year ago, and visited her grave a few weeks ago. Yet, she could feel their absence more than ever. Not when she had died. Not when Redfield killed them both. Not while watching her coffin be laid six feet down. Not during her anniversary. Today. Right here. Right now.

Her chest swelled, and her throat closed, her body going limp. Tears threatened to drop, and her body didn’t feel hers. She was sure she was about to collapse when a familiar pair of steady hands steadied her and embraced her “Easy,” it was Lucas, “it’s alright. I miss them too.”

She didn’t even remember why she was mad at him, or why she didn’t want to even breathe the same air as him. She simply laid on his chest and cried silently, clinging to him like a lifeline.

“Why them, Lucas?”

“I’m afraid we’ll never know, Faye.”

She sniffled, grabbing his napkin as she wiped her tears and took a few steady breaths. He stroked her back gently, drawing comforting ghosts on it, soothing her. She looked at him, and for the first time, didn’t see the man who broke her heart, or the one she fell for. He was tired, sad and full of regret, just like her. Two broken children bearing in their backs the pain of losing a piece of their past, someone they loved for so long, it just left a gaping hole in their hearts.

“Let me walk you to class.”

“Please.”

He walked her there, and even got her a good seat, and squeezed her arm “If you need someone to talk to, or just to cry with, my number hasn’t changed.”

She nodded, squeezing his shoulders before he left to his own class.

At first, it was hard to focus on class, but then she felt Tallulah a few feet away, encouraging to do so, and found strength in it. It was probably stupid, but grief was odd like that. And as long as one found comfort in that oddness, it was okay to lean on it for a bit.

After a long, emotionally exhausting day, she dragged herself to the room and closed the door, and opened her computer to start working when she saw a message of Stacy that read ‘vc me when u get back from class? Xx’ and decided that talking to her would be nice. They were very different people, but they understood each other very well, and had been on good terms during cheer.

The window opened to a red-eyed Stacy with run-down mascara and a weak lip, but nevertheless smiling at her with her familiar blue orbs “Hey, girl. Tough day, huh?”

Faye chuckled “We both felt the same despite being a few states apart, didn’t we?”

Stacy sighed “I don’t know about you, but I tried it with my first class, then had a whole meltdown and called Connor crying like crazy because… because it hurts, Faye.”

Tears threatened to spill them both “You think the same as all of us: it’s not fair.”

Stacy started crying “She should be here, Faye. In my bed, talking, cuddling, watching our annual rewatch of ‘You’ve Got Mail’, not six feet deep into the mud because of that rat’s delusions.”

Faye finally said it out loud “What was he thinking, that we’d perform the ritual and a grown Jane would come back, and we’d all eat cake and be merry?!”

“Right! Noah clearly did not think of anyone but his own desires. And Tallulah—,”

“Was too good to let him face the consequences of his actions. I told her, Stace, I told her a million times that her kind, golden heart would be the death of her!”

Faye realized what she said, and covered her mouth. Waiting for Stacy to blow up at her, she closed her eyes, but instead met a sigh “But that wouldn’t make her our Tallulah. My Tallulah was always so kind, gentle, brave and full of love and life…”

“I’m sorry, that was too far.”

“Maybe. But I think it’s time I accept that. Besides, I told her too, back when we were children, that the adult world was ‘full of meanies’ and it’d eat her alive.”

“Yet, that didn’t stop her from being kind and caring. I cannot see her as a cold-blooded murderer, no matter how much Noah deserves it.”

Stacy sniffled “If only he had learned from her instead of looking back, huh?”

Both stared into the distance, sniffling in silence and remembering Tallulah. The exchanged looks in the halls after that night, silently celebrating when she succeeded, watching her change her colors from pink, to blue, to red, to lilac. To think to herself how well it suited her, to hear her laugh or hum her quirky songs in the distance, telling Britney to screw off, watching her come late to class because a hungry cat wanted her to pet them, or because the petting session with Hilda had prolonged itself, or when she missed a day because she was sick, and how charged the air was in her absence.

Even if they didn’t talk, Lula was always there, lingering in a corner, and every time she felt the fear and guilt, she could always watch Tallulah from a distance, eating her spanakopita in peace as her headphones vibrated of how high the volume was.

“You know you’ll be deaf when you’re forty if you keep it up, right? Sooner, even.” A thirteen-year-old Faye told Tallulah. It had been the first time that they had talked properly since Jane died and both went into a depression and PTSD slump. Tallulah removed them and shrugged.

“The thrum comforts me. Having noise all around my ears does. Silence…”

“Reminds you of that night.”

Tallulah nodded, her black highlights based on Avril Lavigne now looking less bright. Faye squeezed her hand “I don’t like complete silence either, but not too much noise. That’s why I always put on some water noises. Reminds me of home, and I sleep easier without the nightmares.”

“…Do you see her? Lying there, eyes wide, looking at you for help?”

Faye nodded “And Redfield there, looming, smiling creepily as she dies.”

Tallulah took her hand and smiled at her “I’m glad I’m not alone in that.”

Faye hugged her tightly “Never, Lula.”

That had been the last time they had hugged one another. When they found each other last year, she was too hung up on her jealousy of Lucas that she lost her chance of reconnecting. She had her right there, and she had taken her for granted, all because of a boy who’d never love her back.

“Tallulah had always been there, now that I think about it,” she mused, breaking the silence “I could always find her in her spots every time I felt overwhelmed, but now…”

“Her absence feels as heavy as your whole body? Yeah. I looked for her, on the way back. To see her in the entry stairs, or the theater, or the back of the cafeteria, but then I remembered that this isn’t Westchester, and Lula’s gone. Forever.”

“Yeah…”

Knock knock.

Faye looked up to see her dormmates with something in their hands asking for her to come “I should go. But you take care, and shoot me a text if you need anything.”

“Okay. Tell Lucas I said hi.”

“I don’t—,” But she had already hung up.

She sighed, and looked at her dormmates: Silvia, from Massachusetts, Chandini, an exchange student from India and Sky, their non-binary dormmate from New Zealand.

“We saw that you were feeling down, and then heard that your friend passed away, so we decided to bake you cookies.”

“I baked them,” Chandini responded, and pointed at Silvia “you scrolled all through the Marshall case and Sky stood there like that one Robert Pattinson meme.”

Faye chuckled “They smell nice. Come in, tell me about yourselves.”

They talked for a while, exchanging tales of their homes and lives, and laughed at some oddities from professors of their majors and its students, and all was well until Connor texted her ‘turn on the tv rn!! news of noah dropped”. She frowned but went to the living room of the TV.

“As you were telling us, fugitive Noah Marshall, accused of killing fellow classmate Tallulah Hunter a year ago, has been seen in New York running away on a getaway car with an unknown man, allegedly stealing a worthy possession. The police are now looking for any witness who may have seen him or may have reached out to them. Here are the phone numbers to call if anyone spots him. Catching him is crucial, and the Oregon government offers 5,000$ of reward to whoever turns him in.”

Silvia placed a hand on her shoulder “How do you feel, Faye?”

“…If that rat even approaches this school, it’s on sight.”

She was back at the threshold of that cave. In there, Tallulah sat on the grass, her dress ripped to shreds, her hair messy and tears in her eyes, a haunted expression on her face. Faye ran to her, but a barrier seemed to stop her. Tallulah looked up “You left me, Faye. Again. Left me alone. Trapped, with it.”

“Who?! Talk to me, Lula!”

Then, Redfield appeared behind her. Slowly, the monster grabbed her neck and scalp, and Tallulah gasped. Faye screamed, trying to get through “No! Nooo! Not again! Leave her alone! Take me!”

But the monster had taken over her. It looked at her through those powerful blue eyes, void and lifeless. Then, it lunged at her. All Faye could do was scream.

[surpriseroundtellyourfriends]

RED STITCH LOVERS... REPORT!!!

(Thoughts on the finale below! NOT spoiler-free!)

What a fantastic finish cap to a fantastic show. You may have seen me complain about the endings to the other arcs before, but you won't see me complaining about this one. We wrapped up just about every loose thread (no pun intended), and those left dangling seem to be saved for the afterparty.

Notable highlights:

THE ISABELLE AND IAN SIBLING MOMENT... I was so happy multiple people drew it; I want to animatic it. I cheered so fuckin loud, tbh. Ian IS the shitty older brother, and Isabelle is his darling twin sister who will keep him in line, and together they will murder their Uncle Hunterpalm <3

(I am specifically referring to him comforting and teasing her while she cried into his shoulder but ALSO, what is more sibling-coded than planning how to commit a murder and hide the body together?)

Unexpectedly delightful dynamic between Cadmus and Hutch. This whole time, Cadmus has been the only party member who really HATES Hutch with a vitriol, and the animosity with Cadmus trying to steal a buff from him (albeit while saving his life) was just so good. And then Hutch using his overclass to full-restore Cadmus (WHO FINALLY GOT TO NOT DIE DURING A FIGHT) and offering to help get revenge on Vice afterwards? Really good stuff.

(And like, we NEEDED that confirmation that Vice was gonna get his just desserts. I would've thrown hands if we didn't.)

Lots of good polycule bits. "If you were hitting on me, you're gonna have to get in line. There's forms and stuff." I fucking love these science freaks.

THE GROUP HUG... even though Florence was not technically a part of it, I'm pretending she was.

On the note of Roob being gone for so long—much as I also wanted them to get back, tbh? I think it provided an EXCELLENT excuse for (non-combat-planning) roleplay. Some of the best moments likely wouldn't have happened if Roob hadn't dipped.

God bless Craigor for INSISTING they all go out and get ice cream. In my head, Craigor's vital role in the found family is that he keeps everyone sane by forcing them to indulge in small pleasures like dairy queen.

Cadmus removing Florence's stitch for her was such a good casual moment of intimacy. It's like letting someone do your makeup for you, only in a more brutal and fucked-up scenario because it's RSR. Nobody fucking look at me I love their friendship and will talk about it for ages

I actually like how Isabelle's "dry anger" finally broke into crying. It feels more in-character that she's been trying to act tough and uncaring this whole time, but really, she's just overwhelmed. I also like how it's more obvious now when she's being possessed by Venutia. HUGE "the souls of the innocent" "a bagel!" energy.

On that note: there's a moment I've always loved where Isabelle uses a Beam of Unreality and deletes several rock fans, and Connor says to Cadmus "stick with me here: there might be something more dangerous to your health here than the goddamn rock and rollers," to which Cadmus (who didn't see the beam) replies "who, Isabelle? she wouldn't hurt a fly!"

What I'm saying is, I want that moment to happen again but now with both Isabelle and Cadmus having the knowledge that she IS a monster. But they both choose to keep quiet about it. That's Cadmus's work daughter, he is not losing ANOTHER person in his life—

ISABELLE IN GENERAL WAS GREAT THIS SESSION. HER BIG SPEECH? A+. GOOD JOB, SIX, YOU GAVE A CONCLUSIVE THEME AND CAP TO THIS SHOW THAT HAD THE BALLS TO BRING UP THE QUESTIONS JELLO WOULDN'T.

Carol/Carmen in general was a really great antagonist. Sympathetic in nature, simple motivations that make sense to her character, and still a massive bitch who needs to be stopped. I don't have any brainrot over her but I felt the need to acknowledge her since, y'know, the whole series kinda hinged on her.

Congrats to that one person for getting their rat canonized

in conclusion,

RSR good

[a-flaming-idiot]

Cause they are in my head, here are some dumb headcanons for Shirou raising little kid Michiru and Nazuna

Nazuna was the type of kid who always has to be around her parent so she would just follow Shirou around and sometimes hold onto his tail

Michiru on the other hand would always run off and keep nearly killing herself but had little kid durability

Michiru was straight-up indestructible

Shirou is just talking to Rose or some other serious company while Naz is just sitting in his lap weaving together flowers Shirou helped her pick. Nazuna just turns around in Shirou's lap and puts a newly made flower crown on his head before going back to fiddling with flowers. Shirou gives a little "thank you" and a nod without blinking and instantly goes back to his conversation

Marie made a little thing of finding every way to scare little Michi and Naz but to Shirou's bewilderment kept them liking her

The girls would call Rose "Granny"

Shirou would watch Bluey with the girls and quietly take mental notes from Bandit and Chili

Shirou regularly asked himself "What would Bandit and Chili do in this situation?" when raising the girls

Michiru would sometimes hide stuff from guests if she liked them since it meant they got to stay for longer

When they first met Alan Michiru brought him his bag and shoes as soon as he even hinted at leaving

Michiru was incredibly bitey as a pup and would chew on anything so Shirou had to find a million lifehacks to keep her from chewing on important things

Shiro would give Michiru frozen bagels to chew on

Shirou was so worried about Michiru's teeth cause she kept biting things

It was incredibly hard to teach the girls to properly shapeshift since Michi hated being in her human form and Naz would feed off her stubbornness

There is an ongoing debate on which of the girls is older

No one besides Shirou knows where either of the girls came from, Shirou just was suddenly buying supplies for two six-year-olds and posting photos of them on his unused social media accounts

It took like a solid three years before Shirou started calling them his daughters and would instead find every other term possible

Shirou does not have a response for where the mother is

Shirou took single-dad classes to learn how to take care of the girls' hair

When the girls' powers came in Shirou was so lost

Michiru kept throwing herself off stuff to try and fly with her new wings

One time Nazuna stretched out her arms and couldn't turn them back so she cried till she threw up

If left unattended Nazuna would get into the pantry and eat the weirdest things like whole jars of peanut butter, flour, or vinegar

Nazuna's tail would always be dirty cause she had a habit of dragging it behind her and Shirou could never get her to walk with her tail up

Michiru would eat and chew on weird plants in the garden

Shirou's closet is just filled with photos of Michiru's little league basketball games and Nazuna's children's theater performances

Nazuna and Michiru would play the most disturbed games with their toys

One time in elementary school a kid tried to bully Nazuna and Michiru bit them till she tasted blood. Shirou's only response was "Good."

Nazuna would try to crack open rocks to try and find gems

Michiru would bring Nazuna as many rocks as she could carry while they looked for gemstones

Shirou has a box where he keeps all the cool rocks his kids bring him

No one knows the girls' birthdays so they just have one "Super Birthday" once a year for both of them

Multiple times there were issues where people thought the girls weren't Shirou's since he's a big scary man with kids that look nothing like him

All of Michi and Naz's friends' parents trusted their kids with Shirou since they both knew he wouldn't hurt them but also that he wouldn't let a single bad thing happen to them

The girls became incredibly good at stealing shit out of Marie's bag partially just to mess with her

People keep saying Michiru needs to be tested for ADHD or Autism. Shirou has yet to do this. People also think he should be tested

Michiru was the type of kid to come inside after playing outside with her pockets either full of cool rocks and dirt or small animals

[squonkinaswamp]

okay I just need to get all my thoughts out here because across the spiderverse?? and absolute masterpiece

SPOILERS!!!!!!! for across the spiderverse btw if you didn’t catch that /////

I absolutely loved and am blown away by just how different across the spiderverse is from into the spiderverse. I love both films so so much for very different reasons but it was so much more adult in their struggles and their problems. it wasn’t better, per se, but it was amazing in it’s own way. everything about it was amazing and I can’t even begin to imagine anything of what they’re going through. all of them.

the beginning sequence with gwen was so ANGSTY I loved how she introduced miles it was so good and then the fight with her dad was so bad I actually cried in the theatre it was that good. and then fight between MILES and HIS parents and then we find out he’s only 15?? and he’s already going through so much?? they expect so much from him but he started out as spiderman when he was 14 and he’s been living a double life since like fuck. I thought he was older than that. he’s so precious though and you can tell that the pressure if getting to him in some of the most humane scenes I’ve seen in animated media, which I am absolutely loving.

then when he found out why gwen was actually there and then AGAIN when he found out that she wasn’t trying to protect him but in fact earth-50101 because of the canon events with the cop, just the absolute BETRAYAL that he felt in that moment and how he just needed to get away and cope and deal but he couldn’t, because he was missing and can we just talk about how he found all of this out within a few hours?? like the whole movie took course over a couple of hours and we’re just expected to what. be fine with that? honestly how miles didn’t cry I don’t know. 

then when miles was going through the go home machine I was on the edge of my seat bc 42?? that's not his world huh?? and then he WENT there are rio had weird eyes and then it CLICKED and FUCK it was so good what the hell and THEN when he went upstairs and uncle aaron looked at his phone it was like. shit. oh god. so THATS whats happening. and THEN, PLOT TWIST, since there's no spiderman in that universe jeff died and miles became the PROWLER but it does raise the question  was he ever supposed to be spiderman? in the original universe of 42? or was he always destined to be the prowler but on a chance encounter ended up destroying the lives of so many people by becoming a second spiderman in a completely different universe?? because we KNOW that he's an anomaly and we KNOW that he wasn't meant to become spiderman and because he DID the 1610 peter parker died and he basically replaced him and screwed up 1610 because he inadvertently created the Spot(love what they did with the bagel) so. was he originally supposed to become the prowler??  in universe 1610?

and fuck how is he dealing with the knowledge that HE'S the reason that the universes are so screwed up and he can't fix it no matter how hard he tries. because what does it matter? he can't do anything. and it sucks. and now he’s stuck in another universe that isn’t his and he can’t do anything about it, he can’t even cope with any of the stuff he learnt in the past few hours because he’s got a fight to do, he’s got to fight himself and god what about jeff and rio? they don’t know anything, only that he isn’t safe, only that he’s gone and they have no idea that he’s fighting for his life, for their lives at the moment, after finding out he’s simultaneously destroying everything everywhere else. they just think he’s snuck out, they have no idea what’s going on. and they won’t find out, they can’t, because miles /isn’t there/. It’s messing with me god.

I’m actually crying though across the spiderverse was so good and incredible and I’m screaming throwing a fit throwing up it was so cool and so good and I can’t. I just. woah. holy fuck. 

but also characters I loved them all and the MUSIC was so good and matched the scenes so well and the OST WAS INCREDIBLE thank you daniel pemberton for this masterpiece and the ART. the art was so good. it was incredible and outstanding and amazing and holyyyyy shit so. I loved all the different styles they incorporated and yeah all the easter eggs were so cool but the art style overall was incredible.

cannot wait for beyond the spiderverse and the story they continue to tell.

[burstanddecay]

happy birthday, dearest x

I hope the day has treated you as perfectly as you deserve!

do me a favor and tell me your favorite headcanons about Matt Murdock on his partner’s birthday.

The reply is a day late, but thank you (again) 🤎🤎

I think Matt is a person that would never ever do surprise parties, or do get togethers: instead, he’d make the whole day about you and give his undivided attention.

He’d take the day off work, and will not take any calls unless they’re an absolute emergency

He does do some daredevil stuff in the days leading up to your birthday, but nothing that would injure him: the biggest injury would be a bruise because he bumped into something.

The day starts with snuggles. Matt Murdock is an absolute octopus that would fold himself into his partner given the chance. In this essay—

Absolute pussy eating king. That’s not even a birthday headcanon, it’s just facts.

Does he try to set a new “amount of orgasms achieved” record each year? If you don’t stop him he will.

Cooking asks a lot of him, but he puts the time and effort into making your favourite dish (but better) every year.

I don’t think gift giving is one of his love languages (it’s physical touch first and foremost), but he’s good at it!! He takes careful note leading up to the day of the little things you mention. He knows that you’ve been wanting a drink from a specific place that’s too far out of your way to justify the detour, where to get to get that one bagel that beats all other bagels. He knows you spotted a sweater a while ago (but didn’t buy), and about the tiny devilled egg plush that made you laugh so hard you cried a little: he stores the information and makes sure those things happen.

[marcholasmoth]

OSRR: 3343

good lord today was the busiest day of work i have ever experienced

it was AWESOME

i started the day researching and writing a high-level briefing about the suicide bombings in pakistan, which took me a while. that went to the head of international security.

i then researched and wrote on a demonstration taking place in sweden tomorrow by the guy who's been burning copies of the quran, and i sent that to everyone in sweden. when i was done with that, i sent it out and confirmed that it was done with the security manager responsible for the area. he sent me an email when all was said and done that said, "you're a star, thank you Molly!" and i nearly cried in joy because i felt so good about it.

no sooner did i return from the bathroom than another thing came up that we had to address - there was flash flooding in new york city and a state of emergency was declared, so we (meredith) sent out an advisory and FYI. no sooner than we sent it did we get an email asking about new jersey, because we had executives flying out of newark airport. so i wrote and researched as fast as i fucking could to get THAT out, too, and then i had to do ANOTHER one because i FORGOT to add the travelers and people from farther down in jersey. and THEN i forgot to add the "what if" scenario for the clinical team so i had to wait for the confirmation email to come through so i could forward it to everyone and say "here's the what if, sorry for the extra email" because i'm a disaster and i hadn't eaten anything besides my 5am bagel. it was noon.

more emails came in after sending out the alerts and FYIs and i just called the guy who was asking. "did you do this?" yes. "what about this?" mmhm. "did you send it to these people?" yup. "what about--" yes, bob, i did. i got it covered. i'm quite good at what i do.

so he was satisfied with that, so that was good.

then we had the door from hell act up again so i put in a ticket to get it fixed for real this time, because it hasn't been fixed yet.

and then, at 4:30ish pm, i got an email from the head of the security department that he'd get the GSOC on writing a brief about the impending government shutdown.

so that's what i did with the rest of my shift. 30+ tabs of research condensed into a single page with a picture on it. i think i did good. i read it to my coworkers and they said it was good too.

at that point, i was able to go to the bathroom since every time i had to go something else came up.

and when the night shift girl got in, i had already restarted my computer so she could use the spot, and i turned the chair so she could sit because of all the stuff on the board. i told her, "you're gonna wanna sit for this."

i got $4 tacos for lunch which were mildly disappointing. i got olive garden for dinner, which would've been better if i just got my usual, but alas. it's fine. and now im back at home in bed, writing this as i wait for joel's return so i can get some hugs.

hopefully tomorrow is a little quieter. some day-long goals might be beneficial, things i can work on all day or things that would take me all day to do. i don't wanna fall asleep. i haven't, but i don't want to.

[awaitingfall]

11.25.24 update

Okay, I sent E a text talking about all the stuff I wrote on here earlier basically and I told him I wanted to talk about it with him, specifically the religious trauma thing, and he agreed with me about how he feels fearful towards them and agrees that he wants to talk about it more in depth later. So that’s a big relief.

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I think I finally got the house closing situation sorted so everything should be good for the closing tomorrow and we should HOPEFULLY get the key at closing and not later in the day or on Wednesday 🤞🏻

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I’m doing okay with food so far today. My co-worker brought me a cookie earlier when I was heavily dissociating and stressing out and I almost cried. I ate it out of stress and appreciation ❤️ But other than that I’m doing fine. I had a small/medium sized sweet potato with 2 eggs for breakfast this morning. Then I picked at a plain bagel when I got into work. And then I had a banana and some Greek yogurt for my lunch. I’m gonna TRY and fast the rest of the day, but I also have a small back-up sandwich with turkey and cheese on sourdough to eat when I get home in case I’m starving. That way I can have enough energy to do my workout for the day. Speaking of which, the workout scheduled for today is a 15 min back and arm routine, as well as a 10 min daily ab routine. So not as long as yesterday’s workout, which is a relief, so I can definitely get through today’s with ease!

[deergroove444]

October 22 2024

Today was quite a bit, went to school, went to work, saw sabrina hannah & AJ at the library and then me n hannah studied and she made a baked sushi roll (yummy!)

I sat with S during 5th period and ily her but i didn’t get any work done bc she was talking (for the most part) about how frustrating things are. and ik that shes opinionated but it makes me feel a bit down and like everything is bad.. but i was also happy to finally talk to her just her n me after so long

Work was alright, i dont like working with L and ut stresses me out 😭 i was going to make drinks for the pookies but idk i was upset. i got bagels and a coconut cookie!

I really love sabrina and hannah, even though we don’t know eachother that well i feel so much more comfortable with them and they GET MEEEEE. THEY GET ME AND THEY ARENT JUDGY AT ALL THANK GOD IT FEELS SK GOOD TO NOT BE JUDGED FOR THE SMALLEST TGINGS

me and hannah studied and snacked and talked anour about our lore and she said how being around people who are on substances make her uncomfy since they arent fully present, which can be true and i get it taking what happened when she was younger

i talked with sage a bit bc shes been feeling down and j replied to bea, ive been anti social media & replying

Fun stuff from today:

- me and ana worked together durint 1st and she said she wouldve offered for me to stay with her but they dont gave enough soace which was so incredibly sweet of her i almost cried oml ☹️☹️💝 cgs after sgs type of oml ur so sweet i love you and you’re healing my inner child. we went to the wellness center to make tea and we found bread LOL

- i had a meeting w my councillor yesterday and i basically vented lol. during 3rd i talked to dahlia and tgat one guy, i miss dahlia sm and i might hang out with her on halloween!!! <3333 hes also nice! he complimented my outfit hehe

- i saw a crow omw to work!

- hannas moms chilliy was soooooooooooo good.

[mydayfornick]

April 6

Housewife of the Year: I had to deep clean the house for Mom because I knew I'd be too tired/wouldn't have enough time later in the week. Everything but the room is done! I'm curious to see if I can keep it clean for a week without my stinky boyfriend around! Stinky boyfriend: I cried when I read Nick's note this morning and again when I was organizing his stuff in the medicine cabinet. I know he's only been gone for a few hours, but something about knowing I won't see him for over a week has put me in a contemplative funk. The truth is I don't think about our relationship too often because I feel so safe and happy inside of it. My brain leaves all its conceptual bandwidth for things like "do all my friends hate me?" or "did that thing I said at a party eight years ago offend anyone?" But jokes aside it is nice to have some space to think about Nick and I and how many exciting things we have coming up. Now I'm going to cry again!!! Maybe I'm Getting My Period: It would be really good timing to get my period this week.

What I Ate: Bagel with spinach and egg, ginger kombucha, greek salad (50% off from Provigo) with salmon. Will have LIVER for dinner! Debbie Lore: I talked to my Mom on the phone and she casually dropped one of her epic stories. Apparently my Dad came to the house once in the middle of the night and screamed at her about taking Nicole and I away. She slapped him and he called the cops. When the officer came the next day he called my Dad a LOSER and asked my Mom on a date! They went golfing! Listening/Watching: I listened to SALEM when I was cleaning. I only know about them because Lana Del Rey dated the singer. They're actually fire and would be great to listen to when KISSING. I think I'll watch Lost in Translation tonight because I've never seen it and the mood feels right. Till next time XOXO

[colleenmurphy]

"Collllleeeennny Jelllyy beeeaannnyy...."

The thud of the apartment door swinging open alerted her while the term of endearment made her smile faintly until she realized that she was still sprawled out against the kitchen table. Favors and mounds of homemade sugar almonds littered the surface along with bits of taffeta and teal ribbon. Her hands were clenched into raptor claws and the ring on her left hand felt like it weighed a thousand pounds.

"My...Mah haaands!"

Her head was pounding, her throat hurt and she couldn't get warm underneath the layers she had bundled herself up in last night. She'd even borrowed one of Crawl's heavy beach hoodies made from heavy woven colorful knit. The bright morning light made her squawk and groan as a bagel with cream cheese was plonked onto a plate in front of her and a cup of fresh strong coffee next to it.

"Oh...twisted! Mom always said stuff would get stuck but I always thought she was talking about making faces."

Trying to keep her anxiety in check Colleen attempted to flex and straighten her fingers to no avail. She was rapidly running out of calm and her chest was starting to feel very tight.

"We have the cake tasting and the final fit for the bridesmaids and we still need to pick up your great uncle Ernie and Aunt Sheila who're coming in from Boca...and then there's dinner with Hel and Sto..."

A soft escaped his wife to be. Crawl softened for a moment almost tripping on his tongue when he noticed that she was wearing one of his sweatshirts. His favorite one with the millions of different shades of blue and the white front pouch he used to keep his stash bag for their beach trips. Reaching out to hug her he took a shuffle step and pulled her close as she tried to hug him.

"We can do it all together!"

"But the fitting involves tiny finger sandwiches and mimosas.."

"Mimosa me up baby! As for the other stuff we've got it! I can drive y'know."

At that she cried harder as the reminder of their last fender bender flashed before her eyes.

"I've got a working car this time! It's not the old band van. Working brakes and everything, swear."

Giving her his very best Boy Scout pledge and serious face she smiled and finally calmed down.

"Ok..but we can't go above 30."

"We live in the Valley babe! 55 tops."

"Deal."

[disgruntled-detectives]

Today was fucking miserable. It was a horrible day at work, on top of a terrible week. My mom and I got in a fight a week ago, and it’s still awkward between us. (Oh and she ya know. Still has cancer. Though she’s almost done with treatment so yay!) I haven’t had therapy in a month because of my job and on top of all of that, I have my period. So I’m miserable and uncomfortable.

today I decided to order a sandwich at lunch from my fave bagel place nearby. They’re really cheap and have good sandwiches. And they do fun sodas. I was seriously looking forward to my dark cherry soda and my bacon and cheese sandwich. They forgot my soda. I cried at my desk a little.

I know this is “fIrSt WoRlD pRoBlEmS” and stuff and I’m enormously privileged to have a job and stuff. I really do get it. But fuck man…it was a shit week, I feel shitty and I just wanted a soda. I’m STILL sad about it. I got a refund but like. I really wanted that black cherry soda pop.