#but i was recently rudely reminded about how poor i am

[oifaaa]

Alfred has such an "I didn't sign up for this" vibe but he's had several chances to just leave at this point. I could totally see him coming back to life and being just as mad as Jason for petty reasons.

Sure, he has legitimate gripes with the Batfamily. He might have felt pressured into parenting Bruce, who I'm sure was a difficult child. Maybe he thought Bruce had nowhere better to go. Once Bruce was an adult, however, he was home free. I'm sure Bruce would have given him a generous retirement package.

So, yeah, petty villain Alfred when?

At the same time tho I don't see alfred as being a good (as in interesting) villain someone else sent me an ask that I can't find but they said alfred gives off Jacob rees-mogg vibes which yeah evil alfred is just a member of the UK Conservative party which like currently good alfred is also apart of the Conservative party (tho do find people's arguments that he a Blair lib dem very convincing) so maybe evil alfred is actually a member of reform UK

[the-broken-pen]

hi I saw your recent post I hope your moving went smoothly!

I have a loose prompt, if you wanted/had time/had WiFi to write: an interrogation room meet-cute between villain and non-field agent hero

As soon as the door clicked shut behind them the hero realized they were in the wrong room. A very wrong room.

They blinked. The villain blinked, taking them in.

“You look lost.”

“That’s rude,” they responded before they had the chance to think about it. “I work here.”

“Do you now,” the villain said, and the hero grew abruptly aware of their jacket stamped with the Agency logo, their gloves marking their designation as a touch based hero. It was a miracle they didn’t turn red with the embarrassment of it.

They tried the doorknob behind their back. It rattled, but didn’t open, and internally they started screaming. Just a little bit.

“They don’t open from the inside,” the villain said helpfully. “Security risk, or something like that.”

“I know that,” the hero snapped, and the villain raised an eyebrow. “Sorry.”

The apology blurted out before they could stop it.

“Did you just ‘apologize’ to me?” The villain looked at them incredulously.

“Uh,” they managed. “Funny question.”

“Funny—“ the villain cut themself off. “It’s not a question, I literally just heard you apologize.”

“Maybe you should get your hearing checked out,” they offered, and winced, because apparently every sane part of their brain had fled to France and left them with a singular suicidal brain cell.

The villain’s mouth was slightly open, as if they weren’t entirely sure what was happening. The hero shared the same sentiment.

The villain glanced at the camera, then back to the hero.

“You’re not a field agent,” they said, as if it was dawning on them.

“You don’t know that,” the hero said defensively.

“You’re holding a file.”

“Field agents are capable of holding files,” the hero replied. “Kind of rude of you to assume they can’t.”

The whisper of a smile tugged at the corner of the villain’s mouth.

“Sorry,” the villain said, and it was just barely mocking.

The hero rocked on their heels a bit, drumming their fingers on the file in their hands.

“They’re taking a while to get you out,” the villain observed.

“Yeah, Bob’s on duty.”

“Oh, so Bob doesn’t do his job?”

The hero jerked. “I did not say that.”

“It was kind of implied, though,” the villain said earnestly.

The hero had interacted with villains before: ending interviews for files, the odd informant. Never held a conversation though, and certainly not for this long.

This was why they didn’t do field work.

“What, no response?”

The hero smiled, sickeningly sweet. “I’m compiling commentary to add to your file.”

“So you admit to not being a field agent.”

“Continually makes assumptions, poor listening comprehension…”

“Not a very long list,” they pointed out.

The hero felt their smile sharpen. “The rest involves curse words.”

The villain barked a laugh, and the hero jerked slightly in surprise.

The villain regarded them like they were deciding something, as if they could see something within the hero that they themself couldn’t.

It had been a long time, longer than the hero would like to admit, since someone, anyone, had looked at them like that.

Like they mattered at all.

“I like you,” the villain said finally, slowly, like they weren’t entirely sure those were the words that were going to come out.

“You also like crime.”

“And you know how dedicated I am to that,” the villain said pointedly, a glint in their eye.

“How sweet,” the hero managed after a moment. “This is exactly why I became a hero. To be compared to felonies.”

The villain just smirked. They peered down at the handcuffed hands, then looked up at the hero. They weren’t sure when they had moved away from the door, closer to the villain, but somehow it had happened.

There was something warm to this; it sat in the hero’s chest, light and airy.

“I’ll text you when I get out. Say, next week?”

“You’re going to jail,” the hero reminded, mouth dry.

The villain grinned. “Right,” they drawled, amusement splashed across their face. “Jail. Which is where I am going. And where I shall stay. Absolutely.”

Something clicked, and the hero didn’t have to look under the table to know the villain had slipped their cuffs.

Despite their best efforts, their eyes flicked downwards, like they could see the now empty cuffs below the table. The villain grinned further, as if in challenge.

Are you going to tattle?

The hero swallowed.

“I’m really not supposed to be in here.”

“I’ve gathered,” the villain said. “You work the desk all the time?”

“Yes.”

“Personal choice, or…”

“I like it,” the hero said defensively. “It’s just puzzles, and I’m good at those.”

“Puzzles?”

“Putting things together,” they said vaguely. “Routes and evidence and all that.”

The villain’s brow furrowed, as if they were mulling something over. Their gaze returned to the hero, and it was searing.

“You’re the one who found me, aren’t you.”

“Oh,” the hero said, blushing. “That’s-I’m not—“

The villain leaned forward. “Am I in that file?”

The hero tucked it behind their back.

“No.”

“Are you lying?”

“No,” the hero said with emphasis. The villain laughed.

“You’re bad at this,” they said, but it was fond.

“Thanks, I try,” the hero said. They were waiting for the villain to stand up, but they seemed content to just sit there and watch.

“Mhm,” the villain agreed, and for some reason, the hero flushed even further.

The villain’s gaze snapped to the door, and they tilted their head as if listening to something.

“They’ll be here in a minute,” they said. The hero blinked. “To get you out,” the villain prompted.

“Right,” the hero said. They had forgotten they couldn’t leave, but the villain didn’t need to know that. They had a feeling they knew anyways.

“I’ll call you,” the villain reminded.

“You don’t have my number,” the hero protested.

The villain gave them a look. “You’re cute. Do you like pizza? We could do pizza.”

“We could never speak again.”

“Funny, I’ve never heard of that restaurant.”

“You—”

“Oh look, they’re here!” The villain said cheerfully.

The door swung open, and someone the hero vaguely recognized stepped in.

In the next second, the hero was in the hallway.

“Oh, and love,” the villain called, and the hero cursed themself for blushing. “Don’t be jealous of the other felonies. You’ll always be my favorite crime.”

The hero ducked their face behind the file, but they couldn’t stop the pleased smile that crept from the corners of their mouth.

[lonelier-version-of-you]

Well, you know what - I am absolutely exhausted now. That's the thing about double Casualty nights. I went off them quite a while ago because it gives me a lot to talk about afterward, making typing up my thoughts take longer, and because while I like to think I have a good enough attention span it can only last so long. Also I was more triggered by the eps than I thought I'd be (my fault though, I misjudged how I'd feel).

Yet! I am glad. We went two entire eps without Faith turning up at all. My second-least fave, Iain, was there but primarily playing the only role I like him in: Jacob's friend who tries to look out for him. And thus, even he was likeable tonight.

And of course, Jacob is finally, finally getting focus again!! It's been long enough.

But before I get into all of that, thoughts on ep 1:

Rash's storyline was... well, it's very intense. A lot more so than I would have expected. His whole breakdown about everything being broken was incredibly sad to see. Poor, poor Rash.

I didn't think this would lead to him leaving but I'm not sure now, I could easily see this being an exit story. I hope not - though, on the other hand I want him to be happy, enough that if he has to leave for that I'd go along with it.

Neet Mohan was brilliant. He's one of Casualty's best when he gets the chance to be. I'm pleased it seems the show is finally acknowledging that, even if it means Rash getting a sad storyline for now. Also, I tend to like an ep that partially revolves around a character being in therapy. I hope we get one for Jacob eventually.

I'm... intrigued by Patrick. I really don't know what to make of him, though I don't think I'm meant to. He's definitely an unknown quantity of sorts so far. I thought he'd remind me a lot of Henrik and he does, albeit mostly in different ways than Max did. Patrick makes me think of early Henrik. The grumpy, not exactly nice new man in charge who just wants everyone to focus on their work, with just the tiniest hint of a gentler side beyond all the rudeness. The scene where he talked about Rash being like him, however, was not very Henrik of him. I don't think early Henrik would ever have opened up even that much.

I continue to like Tariq as a character so far. I enjoy his dynamic with Rash a lot, still. Their borderline-brotherly dynamic is very interesting. And I have to say, he was cast really well - he feels like such a believable cousin for Rash!

Ngozi continues to be great, as well. I adore her.

I thought the way this ep depicted how busy the department was was incredibly well done. I don't have much more to say there, but I wanted to point it out.

And as for the second ep:

I'd almost forgotten just how good Charles Venn is when he gets to do dramatic acting! Not that I don't enjoy the comedy/lighthearted stuff too, but there's been hardly any of that recently either - it's just felt like nothing but "Iain, I am now going to prop up your storyline because you're not interesting enough to carry it alone, I hope you don't mind". But he got to be brilliant again tonight.

And Jacob gets the focus he deserves. It's about time Blake came up again! I wonder what's going on with Blake, he did sound very upset. And I wonder what Elle is doing. I hope she doesn't get forgotten.

Jacob's line about how him and Blake haven't really talked for a while was very intriguing. I'm glad him being basically never acknowledged for like, forever is seemingly being incorporated into the storyline rather than glossed over.

Nicole is an excellent character so far. I love her.

Rida was fantastic tonight. Incredible acting from Sarah Seggari! Some very upsetting moments, undeniably, but the writing and performance were pitch-perfect. Wow. She's amazing.

Siobhan is wonderful. I've definitely come around to her.

Anyway, that's most of what I can think of to say about tonight but I'm sure I've left a lot out that I can't remember at the moment. Basically, however, the TL;DR version of all this is: I love Jacob.

[f0point5]

I didn't realize Tsunoda was such a divisive person for f1 fans 😭😭

I think he's a bit underrated in the sense that he has solid driving skills and gets overlooked by his teammates that are always brought in to give that leadership role rb doesn't believe he has, but he's overrated because his fanbase is extremely aggressive over him and they sometimes treat him as "aww he's so cute" yk?

but i don't see him driving for rb any time soon, i do think he still needs to grow a bit more and channel his attitude into his driving more (i do think people overreact on his attitude tho, just look at the other 19 drivers they're all adrenaline fueled freaks 💀)

His attitude reminds me a bit of young seb, they were both a bit reckless and careless with their words and you could see the bit of arrogance shining through but i think he's improved a lot

I am, ngl, a bit of a Yuki “hater”. Not for any other reason than I want Toro Rosso to be a proper junior team and he’s taking up one of the few seats that has traditionally been given to rookies. I think any time you have someone who’s there in perpetuity, same as Lance Stroll, the scrutiny becomes more intense. It’s unfair but it’s also natural. More people complain that Yuki doesn’t deserve his seat than complain about Zhou, for example, when imo they’re kind of on the same level driver wise - solid on a good day, not setting the timing sheets alight.

I don’t think he’s a possibility for RB. They put in the work with him for a while, by moving him to Faenza and getting him a mental coach, but I think they’ve made their mind up by now that he’s not what they’re looking for and I wouldn’t be surprised if they’ve “quiet quit” on developing him. Regardless, I don’t think he has the skills to get to RB. He could do well hanging out in the lower midfield but there’s enough drivers already doing that, so I don’t see what he would uniquely bring to a team. For that reason I don’t really think he’s underrated.

I think people overreact to all the drivers’ “tempers” in the car. So they swear, big deal. Saying “stop fucking talking to me” is not the same as saying “you are a piece of shit”, the radios are not really directed at the engineers personally, and sometimes that kind of inflection is necessary to get the gravity of the stress across. Drive at 300kph and have someone talking to you or a feeling of instability and see how politely you manage to talk to someone. Yuki may swear a bit more than average but that’s just his personality on adrenaline, Lando’s personality on adrenaline is a whiny bitch. All drivers say they listen back to their radios and cringe. Judging people when you are hearing them at their most vulnerable is…a bit of a take, imo.

I never really had a poor opinion of Yuki until him doing that nonsense in Bahrain. And it was indeed nonsense. For you to careen your €15m piece of equipment, that 100s of people spent thousands of hours building for you, into your teammates €15m piece of equipment that 100s of people spent thousands of hours building for him, because you’re annoyed about a decision made by someone who’s not in the car, for no real gain or loss (no points available), is really poor behaviour. Yes, adrenaline, but if your adrenaline makes you dangerous then you’re in the wrong profession, buddy.

I never found Yuki arrogant at all, I think he’s always come across really matter of fact, quite honest, I love always thought he’s conducted himself really well in interviews etc., but that Bahrain stunt was embarrassing for him. And as for people saying he’s in contention for the RB seat…let him try doing that to Max in an RB20, he would be gone quicker than Gasly.

I agree with you though, I really didn’t think he was divisive until I saw the real crazy come out after the Bahrain incident. I saw a bit of it when deVries was around but Nyck was rude af about Yuki so I understood it. But I didn’t know people had strong opinions on him either way until recently.

[sadrockandwaltzes]

The Secret History Questions [Spoilers]

So I finished this book recently and would love to discuss it with anyone, but there are some things that have been seriously bugging me about it.

Near the end of the book, Richard had this whole minor 'Oh woe is me I wasted 3 years of my schooling how am I going to graduate' meltdown, but as far as I know this is his first year of college. I assume that his college schooling should take 4, maybe 5, years. The first year is when people are generally able to play around with what they want to study, right? Why on earth does he say that this is the end of his 3rd year? He's 20? I'm just very confused. Was this a typo?

2. So he's been hiding his background and financial status, but I can't tell who or how many of the classics kids know. Bunny definitely suspected at the end, Henry probably knew? No idea about the twins. And then Francis generally didn't seem to know, but especially around the time where Bunny was going at Richard, Richard would sometimes have talks with Francis and occasionally the others where it sounded like they all knew that he was poor and he knew that they knew that he was poor, but were just trying to not say it aloud or let anyone find out (Such as the end where Francis was saying that not having money/having to work was fine for Richard since he was used to it (which maybe was just an observation of their time at Hampden rather than him knowing?)). And then not long after, they would be acting in ways that made it seem like they had no idea that Richard wasn't loaded, and not giving a second thought to cost. Maybe this is just rich people not being able to comprehend money as an object and not a given, but it made no sense to me. Especially with the main character sometimes having these conversations casually and then freaking out about hiding his status from the same people just a few pages later...

3. Richard's "I loved him too". Did he mean he _missed_ him and loved him as a _friend_? Was it romantic? I know a lot of people maintain there was something between Francis and Richard, but I honestly felt like the person who Richard seemed to have feelings for most was Charles, and he hardly talked about the guy. Francis and Camilla were attractive (literally the only thing he ever bothered to say about her) but Francis's personality seemed to get on his nerves after he got to know him. Richard was kind of a sucker for mysterious beauties who were out of his league... Anyway, I would've liked if Richard liked Henry since I found him more likable than the other characters (for a time anyway. You can't tell me someone who saves the main character from dying, watches over him for 3 days, and then allows him to stay at his house (didn't he also cook for him?) for weeks isn't seriously cool). But I didn't see it. It reminded me of the random points when he said that he loved Julian and the guy was one of the most important people to him. Like huh?? You never talk about this character!! And then a lot of people say that he was in love with the whole group because of what they represented, which is... fair... Anyway, I would hope it was romantic because it would be a really rude thing to say as a retort to someone turning you down...

Anyway, sorry for making this so long! I don't know if there are cannon answers for any of these questions, but I would love to hear anyone's thoughts.

[scarlet-rider]

Professor Clavell said I need to branch out and make more friends so…

I’m Florence, a student of Naranja Academy studying on the biology track. Besides school, I am also Professor Jacq’s assistant in the goal to completing the Pokédex, and I also occasionally help out the League. Oh- and I’m a champion ranked trainer too, I guess.

EDIT: As of recently I'm also an exchange student at Blueberry Academy. And... champion of their league now, too, apparently.

My team:

-Cecilia (M Meowscarada)

-Cascade (F Floatzel)

-Maizy (F Houndstone)

-Blitz (F Talonflame)

-Nezumi (F Pawmot)

-Nora (F Tinkaton)

-Pyrrhus (M Koraidon)

^ I don’t use Pyrrhus for battle super often, he’s just my ride. Don’t worry, I don’t go around flaunting a team of seven Pokémon. Please don’t ask me what a Koraidon is.

That’s… all I really have to say about myself, I guess. I’m not the chattiest of people, but feel free to contact me if you have any questions about the Pokédex or biology facts in general. Or if you’re also a student and need help with your homework.

((OOC information))

Florence is my ScarVio protag, based in the same OCverse as @pinkhairandpokemon. This blog currently takes place about a few months after the game’s main story!

Florence is a very dedicated student who pours herself into work, or any task she’s given. She struggles though to make friends her age- really the only other students she gets along with are Nemona, Penny and Arven. Poor girl is very awkward around other teens, and often finds herself getting along better with the teachers (no matter how much they try all and insist she should socialize more with her fellow students). She’s also a bit blunt, and unintentionally comes off as rude at times, but she means well. Her tendency to speak her mind a bit too honestly is also one of the reasons she’s hesitant to make friends.

Anyways, that’s just a lil run-down on her character! I hope you all like her :D

Reminder that character is a minor. Don’t be weird 🔪

[c6h12o6pack]

I wasn't taken care of properly growing up. I don't hate either of my parents. I love them both but it's not the kind of love others feel for their parents. When I say I love them, I feel bad for them and the first thing to come into mind is that I hope they're okay and I cry thinking about how much they struggle or have struggled.

Growing up poor and ugly. I was weird, poor, ugly, and malnourished. I had been mistreated from a lot of people and that's a lot of what I look back on. I have bad dreams every. single. night. For months, For years.

I use to have crooked buck teeth. Extremely skinny. Cheap shoes, sometimes with holes. over sized winter coats that DID NOT fit me. ugly old oversized clothes. I had become a self harmer. I had started really dangerous behaviors. I'd either gotten bullied or I didn't fit in. I never fit in the way that I always wanted to.

I think to this day, I never grew out of this ugly feeling. I don't feel good enough but I work so hard. I am anxious all the time and so stressed about everything. Slightly paranoid. I'm am currently learning how to- I don't even know. I'm just learning. I'm a bit behind than other's and I think I might always be.

I think the best thing I can do is stay kind to people although I have also learned how to be mean. >:O One time I was at the skatepark with my friend along with someone we had recently just met. Meanwhile, a grown ass man comes up, doesn't say hello. Instead he yells out "is the girl taken!?" "I mean whats the girls name". I'm not a fucking dog. Nobody answered from surprise and I spoke for myself, telling him to go fuck himself and pith off. He got angry and left saying rude stuff. (I was high af, i get a bit too confident). I spoke up for myself but it can be really dangerous. What if im alone the next day and he's there again. Not having a phone. What would I do? (okay I would kick him in the balls, scream STRANGER DANGER, and run). I was brave to tell him to fuck off but it was also dumb and dangerous.

Everyone should try to be nice and respectful to everyone. Don't assume the worst in people but don't be dumb. Anyone can be dangerous. Support each other and be understanding. Go out of your way to help others. It feels amazing giving to others. I remind myself that I've gotten help from so many people, that paying it forward is a must.

Thank you to all the people that have been kind to me, provided me with something, and have helped me. I've been someone who needs a lot of help. I owe all of my successes to the good people around me. My ex boyfriend's mom. My supervisor. A boy, who helped me buy feminine products when I needed them. My third grade teacher. The mother of my next door neighbor I had 10 years ago.

[claramj]

'The View' Co-Hosts React To Trump's 2024 Presidential Win | The View

It's not that the system is broken, it's that the people of this country are broken, no I don't mean in some sad, poor little me type broken, I mean the most Americans think they superior to someone, either because of their race, color of skin, religion or just because they're Americans. We Americans love to remind the rest of the world that we are the freest country in the world, even though we aren't, because there are plenty of other countries that have the same freedoms that we have in this country, and some even have a bit more, I hear. We are a country of hateful, rude, selfish, misogynistic ( men and Women ) conceded, psychopathic, sociopathic, self serving, pushy, complete assholes, there is more but it would take up a lot of room if I list them all.   Do I sound like I don't like the country I was born in, that my parents were born in? Well that's because I don't like this country, I've always wondered how United States could call themselves the greatest country in the world or celebrate Independence Day, when this whole country started out with keeping other human beings as slaves, and then after many European countries, especially the UK, outlawed slavery, we had to go to war with each other to end slavery in this country, and then we have spent more then 100 years with people whining about losing the rights to enslave other human beings. We terrorized those who had been enslaved, then continued to terrorize their descendants for more then 100 years, while continuing to whine about everything. On top of the above, like it wasn't bad enough, we also terrorized the original inhabitants of these lands, then like most countries of the world, Women, regardless of race, nationalities, religion, or status, were not allowed to basically do most things that men were all allowed to do, like voting, owning a freaking credit card without a man's permission, co signing that is, same thing, also couldn't go to college, couldn't be a doctor, for a time, and was included by men on lists of things they owned, like livestock. There is of course hundreds of other things I could point out, but again that would take too long. My point with all of that is, why should we feel pride/be proud to be American, when even now, it was proven yesterday, some of us are not free. There are have been countless other countries who have had a Woman president/leader, in some cases more then once, but we have been so close, in 2016 and now in 2024, and both times we voted against it, to me that doesn't make us the greatest country in the world, it makes us one of the worse! Because we do have a choice when it comes to who we vote for or so it seems, sometimes I wonder, especially with what happened yesterday, but instead of us giving a Woman a chance, we just literally went backwards and voted again for someone who had already proven he wasn't a good president the first time, we even voted him out, but then it was another old white guy, not a Woman, and not a Black Woman, we showed that most would rather stick with the old white guy, a hateful, bigoted, racist, misogynistic, CRIMINAL, and traitor to this country, over having a Woman president. And though I am sure for some race had a part in it, her gender had more to do with it then anything else. And I think it's clear it wasn't just white folks who voted for Trump, a lot of none whites would have too, because most people are religious, and follow one of the Abrahamic religions, and most are against anything LGBTQ, and I believe that more than anything else, that brought a huge amount of none whites out to vote for Trump. Then we have a lot of them even voted for him also for the immigration problem, heck even some Hispanics seemed to be for him, even on that issue. Obviously not those who are themselves recent immigrants or with family who are, but those who are 2nd or 3rd generation immigrants, so it doesn't matter to them, part of that selfishness I mentioned before.   So what I'm saying is just that it's the fault of the American public, that we now have Trump again as our president to the next 4 years, plus we lost the Senate and the House ( which we didn't have to begin with ) that proves it's not just Trump people wanted, it's the conservatives they wanted, because of number one, religion, more then anything else. And that is the biggest problem we have in this country, is that religion has total control over our government, media and the people at large, more then even some other countries, meaning European countries obviously, not Middle East or Asia, South America or Africa. But our country isn't the only one in danger, the whole world is, I've had dreams since the 1990s of this country being taken over by some kind of Nazi like government, where soldiers walked the streets, and stopped people for papers, proving who they are, and where they're from, maybe making sure they're US citizens I guess, and for awhile I thought it was going to be George W Bush and Dick Cheney, but then that passed, and I thought my dream or nightmare, wasn't going to come true, but then Trump came along and I realized it was just really late. And then he lost in 2020, so I thought we dodged a bullet, but now after yesterday, I think it's well on its way now! Mark my words, this is the beginning of that book 1984, except it seemed to think the ones responsible were communists, but it's fascists, it has always been the real danger, I think the conservatives in this country has been work on this since World War 2, many were for Hitler and the Nazis, and they were fascists, not communists, and so were the conservatives that were supportive of them. Conservatives for decades have painted the communists as the evil trying to take over the country, knowing full well the real threat was fascism, more then anything else. Sure Liberals have  accomplished a great deal, good things, but conservatives have always had their hands out holding us back, keeping somethings out of our reach. We did win a lot in the last 10 - 15 years, but the conservatives have been slowly gaining grown, pushing their anti socialism , anti communism, acting like even equal rights even for Women was somehow communism. All to scare people into becoming more conservative or becoming conservative. They got men to start seeing anything for Women or good for Women was somehow against them, and trying to push them out somehow, out of where I don't know. They have everything, no one is going to take men's rights away that easy, not when they control the whole freaking world. The conservatives have been just waiting, letting us Liberals think we had the upper hand, that we had some control over our future, all along they were waiting for the perfect time to pounce, and then came Trump, the perfect one to give them everything they wanted. Even though they didn't like him, I think they came to an agreement with Trump, that they would help him get in, and he would help them pass all the laws they wanted. And though things didn't go as planned the first time around and he lost the a 2nd term the first time, now they have everything, The White House, the Senate and the House, along with most of the Supreme Court, they've also elected Judges in other states as well, they will be able to do pretty much anything they want to do, because there is nothing stopping them now. Anyway that is my opinion, and I am sure I am not the only one who thinks this way either. Sorry for the long comment, I just wanted to get this out here in the world. Hopefully it won't get deleted.

[passingdaysthings]

02.13.24 - Holding it Together

Today is Tuesday.

I have been going to school full time as well as working full time for sometime now. To be more exact, I have been doing it for about 6 weeks because I am currently in my 6th week of this quarter. I was holding it together pretty well, but I think I really need to get my priorities right. I need to be spending more time on my Machine Learning homework than my Algorithms one. My ML assignments are much longer and more involved than my Alg ones, and there are only 5 assignments for ML, so that means I don't have a buffer or anything. There is also no final for the class. I got a B on my first assignment and an A on my second one. I am hoping to get another A on this 3rd assignment, but I am turning it in late which means I automatically get 10% knocked off my grade. I was doing very well going to the gym at 5am, going to work, taking a short nap, and doing my assignments, but this week is just harder. I think I am having a hard time this week because I chose to slack off on Friday AND Sunday, and I didn't work on any assignment. That was a terrible idea. I shouldn't have spent all Sunday doing nothing. Especially because I have a huge learning curve in my classes right now. I had a little mental breakdown today, and poor Taylor caught some of it. I called him to hangout, but then I abruptly hung up on him because I was pissed off. I am pretty sure he is mad at me though because I tried to call back and apology, but he ignored my call. I know he ignore the call because he responded to my apology right away on snapchat. I don't blame him though because I was being rude. I also told him that I would watch Pokemon tiktoks with him, but I couldn't mentally do it. I need to get over feeling bad about it though because I don't owe him anything. I apologized, and he said it was fine. I hate when I do things, and then the feeling of guilt hits me. It's really annoying, and I am sure it was not that big of a deal to him.

I can't wait to be done with school. I just don't want to do it anymore. Everyday day is genuinely so hard, and I am trying so hard to hold it together. It definitely gets harder day by day too. I am also becoming really self-conscious about myself looks wise. I realized recently that I have been extremely harsh on myself when it comes to my looks because I have even thought about getting botox. I have already been insecure about my round/big face, but I have never thought about getting plastic surgery. That's how I know that I have been on Instagram too much. I think I am going to go on an Instagram cleanse for the next month or so because it's really ruining my mental health. It doesn't help that most of my feed is kpop, make up, and working out. All those things involve my looks. I do not think I am ugly per say, but I do wish there were things I could change about myself. I am currently working on things that I can change though, and I am proud of myself. I would be best that I take this week off and focus a little more on school though. I'll go back to working out next week or over the weekend while I am at Hailey's cat sitting. I also need to be more careful about what I eat. I ate a lot today, and i am not feeling so great.

Get it together Paula, you're almost done:

Remind yourself that you can do this. You've been doing it for more than a year.

You only have 2 quarters/4 classes left after this.

You are will always have things you want to change. Focus on things that are in your control.

Taylor is not someone you should harp on. He won't be in your future.

Keep working out consistently and eating properly. This is change that you can control.

Stop spending so much fucking money on useless shit. You don't need anymore Pokémon cards.

You got this. Pull yourself together.

-P I am adding this after because I was reading around last Christmas (2022) time, and the difference in mine and Taylor friendship is crazy. He barely talked to me last Christmas, but we literally spent Christmas together this year. We even opened advent calendars together, and he ignored his friends from like 2 weeks because I was on break from school and in town. Absolutely wild. We don't talk about sleeping as much anymore. Thank god, and I hope it continues this way long enough that it just stops. I did try to stop it on Oct, but it ended up happening again around Dec. There is something about our 3 month quiet periods. We will see around March/April how that goes, ig LOL.

[arickaandherfictionalothers]

“I won’t let any of you down.”

(Aricka x Ricky Coogan)

Thanks for the gif Dori!!!!

*******Flashback**********

“Ricky; it’s me. It’s Aricka; I’ve been so worried about you. You just disappeared, nobody could find you.”

“Go away,” he said. Aricka crosses her arms and shifts her weight to her left side.

“Ricky, whatever this guy did to you; you know I’ll never judge you for. Please come into the light and let me see you. Make sure you’re okay and not hurt.”

Silence for a moment, and then Ricky steps out into the light just enough for her to see him.

A shocked gasp escaped her and she immediately crosses the room to be at his side. “What- who did this to you?” She touches his face, stares into his eyes. “We will fix this. I promise.”

He stares at her unblinking for a second; then he takes her hand with his right one. “I’ve got some people you’ll want to meet then.”

And then he leads her over to a group of individuals who became her dearest friends after this initial meeting….

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Ricky leads her over to a few individuals and says, “I have someone I want to introduce you to. She’s- she can help.”

“Hi, I’m Aricka, I’m Ricky’s friend. It’s so nice to meet all of you. I’m hoping to help you all, if you like. But if not. I’d like to be friends.” Movement to her right caught her eye and she looks over to see-

“It is wonderful that you want to help all of us, Aricka. I am Ortiz the dog boy. I am the leader of the freaks. And this is my lovely girlfriend, Dori." Ortiz was taller than her, and as he said, he was a dog boy, and Dori was a six-armed spider/human mix, but Aricka simply couldn’t be afraid. They couldn’t help their situation any more than she could control the weather.

"Hi," Dori waves, "It's nice to meet you."

“Hi!” Aricka waves. “It’s nice to meet you, Ortiz. You too Dori.” She smiles warmly at both of them, hoping to convey her sincerity in her words. “Thanks for looking out for this one,” she says, gripping Ricky’s hands. “I was so worried about him. The words caused him to blush, but Aricka didn’t notice as she was focused on Dori.

"Ricky was worried about you too," Dori says, "Poor guy thought you wouldn't want to see him after what Skuggs did to him. But I knew that wouldn't matter to someone who really cares about him."

Aricka tsks fondly as she glances at Ricky, “don’t you know by now that I’m your friend because you have a charming personality, not because of your looks? I would never judge you for something like this.”

"Sorry," Ricky sighs, "I know you wouldn't. I just wasn't sure how you'd react to seeing..." he motions his hand over his face, "all this, so I didn't wanna take any chances."

She shakes her head sympathetically, “Well, I think you still look handsome. You just look a bit more phantom of the opera than Baywatch.”

Ricky blushes at Aricka's compliment, "Thanks." he chuckles. He knew she loved Broadway a lot; and he’d been planning on taking her to see a fairly recent up and coming musical- Les Miserables- before all this happened.

Maybe there was still some hope after all.

“If you didn’t notice, I’m holding both your hands. Not just the one.” She was smiling at him the entire time; he had always been nice to her even if he’d been rude or cocky to others. She was of the firm belief that there was a prince of a man in Ricky; he just needed help finding him.

Ricky smiles, looking down at Aricka's hands gently holding his own. He rubs her hands with his thumbs, happy that Aricka wasn't afraid of his new look. He took the time to notice her hands were soft, and warm. And a lot smaller than his.

Ortiz leans over to Dori, "Those two are made for each other." he whispers.

"They sure are."

“Besides..” Aricka says, “I’m a fan of fairy tales, and right now, I’m reminded of my favorite one. And every fairy tale has a happy ending. Why shouldn’t this one?”

"You're right," Ricky says, "We've just gotta figure out how to get to the happy ending, now."

Aricka shrugs. “Well if we’re considering this a fairy tale… how did the curse happen?

Ricky sighs, thinking back to what happened to him, "The evil Elijah C. Skuggs did this to me. He used this slime called zygrot-24 on me and it turned me into this. It's changed everyone here into what they are now." he motions at his fellow freaks.

Aricka felt her heart break with every word spoken. “… if there’s a potion there’s an antidote most likely. I could get started working on something?”

"Please," he smiles. A hopeful glint in his eyes that he and his friends will soon be humans again, "If you can think of anything that could help us, that'd be great!"

“Well, I can’t promise anything, but I will give it 100%, like I always do.” She promised

“I know you won't let me down."

Aricka’s smile falters but it wasn’t noticeable as she nods. “You can count on me, Ricky. I won’t let you down. I won’t let any of you down.”

Ricky places his hand on her shoulder, "If there's anything we can do to help, let us know."

She smiles and puts her hand on top of his and squeezes. “You know I will.”

Or at least, she desperately hoped she would.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@astralshipper @rosieshipper @hyperionshipping @rosieshipper @yeehawselfshipping @letsgofoletsgo @tsundere-selfship @callsign-revenge

[brain-rot-queen]

Days That Changed Me

Monday was a crew-cut guy, in a nice suit. He was the kind of person to wear a fancy watch that never fit his wrist correctly despite the amount of money he spent on it. It could always use a link or two to be taken out of it, but that would require help that he would never ask for. He got up every morning and went to his nine-to-five corporate office job that was a couple of positions above cubicle. He, of course, climbed his way up from an entry-level position job, so he had an ego about him, thinking he was all kinds of hot shit, but he also understood the value of work. I never knew exactly what he did, but I knew it involved more math than my brain is capable of. He worked for the nice things he had or at least told me he did. I believed him. He had a loft apartment in some mediocre building in the city. He had a walk-in closet to display his variety of suits, cascading in enough colors to ensure he could go an entire month without needing to repeat a suit combination. I saw it once when I stayed over one night. He didn’t show it off. That part was just for him.

The closet fed into an almost empty bathroom, which fed into an almost even emptier bedroom. It was a bit of a bachelor pad but clean and always smelled good. Monday had an uncomfortable, modern-looking couch in the middle of his living room and a nice, big flat-screen TV that he would watch his college football games on in the fall. It never felt truly lived in, coming off as a procured piece of art. He never seemed comfortable in his own home. I wanted him to be happy. I could never tell if he was.

In the spring, he opened his balcony doors up to let the sunlight in and the occasional breeze through to soften the darker features of his apartment. He would sit on the balcony and read for hours. In the silence, one hand holding a book, the other on my leg, that was one of the few times when I felt like I truly reached him.

He had buddies over for poker night once a week. He invited me a couple of times. There was a competitive air about it that went beyond the game. A couple days before, he would meet those friends out at the bar, they always go to, for a drink or two, attempting to hit on women but usually failing. I didn’t mind all that much. It was just another element of the competitive performance art that was Monday. He was never the best judge of character when it comes to his friends. That’s probably the reason They would be rowdy and rude, always shouting crass things at passersby and leaving shitty tips for their servers. Monday always found himself checking their behavior in his head, but never speaking on it. He would always stay after them to leave a sizable tip and an apology for the poor server out of guilt.

“Monday…”

“I am sorry about them. College buddies. They’re good guys, just dickheads.”

There was no conviction in his voice. At that point, he knew it was just a line he gave.

It was good with Monday. It was calm. No matter how much we wanted it, it was never going to work though. Monday was unknowable. That’s how he wanted it. We slowly faded.

I checked his social media recently. Curiosity, I guess.

He married a woman from work. She was in sales but a position lower than him of course. I don’t think that his internal competitive drive would have let him fall for someone above him. They seem happy. They have a kid, a daughter. He looks softer. He has posts about his mental health. I have to stop myself from wondering what had changed. Did he change and then meet her or did he change for her. Could he have changed for me? I close my computer.

 ​            When I think of Tuesday, I think of her sunny yellow dress with some sort of flowers or fruit on it. She wears earrings that remind me of the ones my third-grade teacher wore, inanimate objects that looked like they are made of clay. Her husband bikes a lot. He has curly hair and a bit of a beard. In college, when she detailed her perfect man, she described him, Joseph, to a T.

They go out on the weekends to farmers markets to pick up handmade soap and cat treats for their kitten and the obese old cat, Jefferey, she has had since we lived together in undergrad. I miss Jefferey wondering into my lap on a classic, peaceful hungover weekend with Tuesday. He is old now, with some health issues that make him lazily lounge in the sun that shines through Tuesday’s window seat in her front room. The room is lined with bookshelves her husband made, stacked high with any book she has ever touched.

In the summertime, she sits in the window with her fat cat and reads whatever made her happy, or sad, or whatever escape she needs that day. Sometimes she texts me to come over and join her. Those are my favorite days of the summer. Occasionally the kitten, her husband brought home randomly, curls up on her lap and purr quietly to break the silence. Tuesday will read and read until her husband comes home from the longest bike ride in the world, and they cook dinner together in their kitchen. Music would be playing in the background, as they cook whatever cuisine they decided to try out that night, stirring sauces, sautéing vegetables. They dance around their little island trying not to burn their elbows on the Cuisinart kitchen set they got as a wedding present. It’s so sweet it hurts. It feels almost comical to observe their domestic bliss, when I remember watching them meet in a study group our sophomore year of college.

            She painted her cabinets a bright lime green color that was prettiest as the sun set between her French doors. Tuesday loves the humidity of warm rain and crisp air of autumn chill, so her doors are always open, leading out to her backyard that had pavers, a fire pit, and fairy lights strung between the house and her picket fence. She hosts anytime she has the chance, loving the company she has surrounded herself with. Tuesday is who I want to be when I grow up, even though we are the same age.

As much as Tuesday would love to read and escape from reality, engulfing herself in whatever fictional world some author cooked up, she enjoys the moments that keep her in reality as well. Barbeques with family, trying new drink recipes with a couple friends, roasting marshmallows with her husband are where she was happiest. 

"You will find someone.” She would tell me.

“I am not sure I will ever get there, Tuesday.”

“You never wanted this. You need to find your version of this.” She gave me hope.

 ​            Wednesday was a childhood babysitter. We didn’t have much to talk about, since I was of the ripe age of seven, so instead we found creative ways to dunk Oreos in milk. I would like to point out that I personally have never enjoyed milk, but an Oreo is milk’s favorite cookie. So, as Oreo scholars we had to dunk them in milk for science. It would be a nice, tall glass of milk, and as many Oreos we could eat. There was a crafted method for dunking the cookie into your glass of milk. Diversion from the perfect dunk, and it would not come out as the perfect ratio of milk to Oreo, instead half the cookie tragically breaking and falling into the tall glass. We obviously considered the trick in which you stick the fork through the Oreo and boom you have an instant Oreo dunker contraption. While yes that is completely possible, Wednesday and I considered this cheating.

There were high stakes. You could lose your cookie in one of those stupidly tall glasses that make any drink look desirable. They were not actually ideal cookie dunking glasses, but had not yet refined aesthetics versus practicality in Oreo dunking at the point. My parents had gotten he glasses on their wedding.

The glasses had been left to collect dust, until Wednesday and I took up our research.

I was unaware of the context around our Oreo dunking.

I hadn’t known that my parents had hired Wednesday because my grandmother was too sick to take care of me after school and my parents both had to work. I hadn’t noticed double stuffed Oreos turned to regular Oreos because my parents were trying to save money. I didn’t even pick up on Wednesday urging me to use less Oreos because I was “wasting test subjects,” another cost cutting measure. Sometimes I miss the naïve ignorance of my childhood. The ability to push the struggles of the real world away with snacks and pretend science. Instead, I sit at a kitchen counter surrounded by bills and budgets of my own while eating a sleeve of Oreo to sooth the pain.

 Thursday started as a friend from grad school. We would grab happy hour appetizers and two-dollar pints with after finishing up our work for the day. He would drag me the bar of a pub or sports bar or tavern and order a round of whatever was going the cheapest that night and the BOGO basket of wings, buffalo sauce with the blue cheese on the side. I obviously had to get my own basket of BOGO wings, but only because it was such a good deal that we got the most out of it if we ordered two together. He was the kind of guy that you can have a good conversation with, but that conversation comes with another round. In those days, he was an enabler to all ends, pushing me to grab one more pint, one more glass of cheap beer that I could no longer stand the taste of. He always seemed to know the waitress at the bar, no matter which one we found ourselves at. He would flirt slightly to get just a little top off the couple of sips he took of his last round. They would always agree because he was charismatic and had a nice smile but knew they would never go home with him.

Thursday always rolled up the sleeves of his button shirt to rest at his forearms, signaling that he was off the clock. He looked good in blues, light or dark, but he could also pull off greens and browns. His shoes matched his belt, but don’t be fooled as he only had one other pair of shoes and one other belt. It was the kind of low effort class that came from an upper middle class, New England private school upbringing.

He had a cute, homie, smaller apartment, sweet yet stupid roommates, and the comfiest couches ever despite it being old and probably found on the side of the road. He would have avoided frat houses in undergrad if he hadn’t been such a standup guy and was invited to seemingly every party despite never pledging.

After a couple of rounds in the bar at his usual stool, his voice only got louder and louder, but no one ever seemed to mind because it felt like every person was craning their neck to understand what he was talking about. He always cashed out at the bar before walking outside to light a cigarette, his slightly longer hair would fall across his face while he bent his neck down to light up. We would share a look. I was never sure in those moments what it meant or what I was feeling. Thursday would take a puff and blow it out into the street and ask if me if I wanted to grab one more drink.

“I know you got it in you, shortstop.” He always called me that.

“I have class tomorrow…” I knew there was no conviction behind my voice.

“So… Barney’s?” It always ended at Barney’s.

“You’re buying.” It was settled.

I would end going to class hung over. He always knows how to look at me to get me to do whatever. Thursday would throw me a look and convince me that one more cheap drink would be the best idea in the world. He would drive me home and hold my hair back if it came to that. We would tell each other our fears and hopes.

“I hope you know how much I need you.” He was sappier than he appeared.

“Anytime. Always.” And I meant it.

We are busier now, with jobs and pets and all the responsibilities of adult life. It isn’t quite the same. It now requires effort and scheduling, but when we are together it comes as easily as it ever did. Thursday’s presence is still as intoxicating as it ever was. In the back of my mind, I can’t discard the idea that we will someday be more than this.

 The was a specific group of college students on my floor when I was an RA. I dubbed them collectively “Friday.” Friday never knew when to leave the function. They were always the last ones coming in after a night out. The girls would be clad in their short clothes and barely there tops drinking something like UV Blue or Deep Eddy’s. The guys would be clad in their jerseys and backwards hats drinking Colt 45’s or Natural Light Naturdays and trying not to puke it up on their Nike Blazers later in the night. They were always the ones that made their exploits just obvious enough that I had to write them up. They met on our dorm floor, some of them left their door open during welcome week to invite new friends in, which is exactly what happened.

They would played water pong in off brand solo cups, playing their “College Pre-Game PlayLits” some-what softly so they could still hear the ping pong ball bounce against the linoleum. Sometimes they would spend their evenings in the girl’s dorm that was covered in cozy throw blankets and emanating with the smell of baked goods, a “Saturdays are for the Girls” flag, and a couple illegal-dorm candles. Sometimes they would go to the boy’s room, that shared an interesting stench of all their cologne and musk mixed together with a hint of weed just faint enough for plausible deniability. They had a beer box wall lining up the back of their door, which I eventually just decided to ignore, and had a rug that one of their moms insisted they needed. No matter where they decided to pregame, they would always meet for the showings of the Bachelor in the dorm floor lounge, bringing some kind of dessert and talking about who was getting a rose that night. The routine was soothing even for me as an outsider, hearing the show, muffled through the thin dorm walls.

The Fridays moved in a pack, always making sure everyone wanted to leave and thus creating this idea that they never really had to leave until someone kicked them out. In a way I admired that. It kept them safe and ultimately that is what I cared about. They would hold one another’s hair back in the bathroom, always have a pong partner, and when it got nice around the springtime, they would be found at the campus hotspot sitting on a blanket together enjoying the people watching and some vodka from a water bottle, which I had lost the energy to care about.

“Please be safe tonight, guys.” I told the group as they were leaving one night. I knew they weren’t gonna listen to me, but it made me feel better to say it.

“Don’t worry! I have backup!” The group of them laughed, but it was true.

 Saturday was my freshman roommate. She was an enigma wrapped in chaos. I have never once seen her room clean enough to walk through the door. She was, however, always cleaning the kitchen. Only to leave cabinets open, beans soaking in water on the stove, and the scissors always missing. She loved seeds, like enough to purchase a couple bags of seeds weekly and I’m not even sure seeds come in bags, like I think she put the seeds in special bags she had.

She had the most amazing taste in style, always knowing how to accessorize, and how to wear her hair. She had these amazing curls that could not be tamed, even on days she would complain of bad hair it looked like it belonged in a professional haircare commercial. Her clothes were always something to be envied and she was generous with them. They were a mix of old thrifted finds and vintage couture plus whatever was in style recently. She could combine the two into the most impressive outfit that would turn heads.

Essentially there was not a thing this girl could not do, and I wish I was exaggerating when I say this. While being able to enjoy a night in, she was also able to light up every party she ever walked into. She knew how to dance in a crowded room, to drink anyone under the table literally, and to play a mean game of Monopoly, which she cheated at every time without fail. There was never a moment in which you knew what Saturday was up to or what her definitive plans were but ultimately that was part of her charm. She was with me for so many of my firsts, first drink, first kiss, first failed midterm. I would not have made it through that time without her.

She was both, she was all, she was Saturday. And like a weekend, as soon as she entered my life, she was gone. She never came back from summer break. There was no special goodbye or even a warning. That didn’t change any of the memories or bonds that we had forged over freshman year. Not everyone is permanent in our lives. Saturday was never meant to be in my life forever. That was hard to learn at first. Eventually though you learn to enjoy the memories and appreciate the time you had together. I still thank Saturday for that lesson.

 Sunday always showed up to Thanksgiving fashionably late. The last of my uncles without a wife or kids, Sunday was merely expected to bring himself. He worked as some foreman or something. I still couldn’t tell you what that means, and this point I am too afraid to ask. Despite his tardiness, he could be found usually passed out on some armchair before dessert.

As a kid, I looked up to Sunday. I thought he was living the high life. He was always talking and hanging out with the family, making jokes with a beer in hand. Sundays would say hello to all the nieces and nephews and ask them things about their lives that would let you know he keeps tabs us and he wasn’t as distant as he appeared.

He loves the football games, no matter who is playing who, as long as he gets to yell and celebrate with his family. He would bring a Costco ready to bake mac and cheese as his dish, which was fine because it was one less dish for grandma to make. It was also delicious. Plus, nobody would never really want Sunday to be in charge of something super important like the turkey because he wanted to deep fry one year, and he almost caused a forest fire.

He always had good jokes, never bring up politics, and keep everyone fairly calm with comedic relief and lighthearted anecdotes about how they did Thanksgiving growing up. When you would sit around the table with Sunday and say grace, he was respectful, but he believed this holiday was just an excuse for grocery stores to sell more turkey. He would tuck in, place his napkin in the fold of his shirt collar and occasionally talk with his mouth full. He would serve himself seconds or maybe thirds, raving about how delicious everything was and joking that the mac and cheese was definitely his favorite. He was the first one to say dessert should be served on the couch and around the TV so they could finish the game. The only issue would be that the second his butt hit the brown suede of grandpa’s recliner, he would immediately pass out from all the gravy and the mashed potatoes he managed to put down.

Everyone would only have nice but mediocre things to say about Sunday as he snored from his spot. He was a safe space, lazy but still got it done. He was not the black sheep of the family but not the star either. He lived his life for himself and minded his business. Later in my life, I would find myself slipping into that role within my own generation of the family. When I spent time thinking about how Sunday had made us feel and what he brought with him though, I found it an honor to take the mantle. Sunday was stable and safe. He was kind and hardworking. It was admirable to be Sunday.

(this was a project for my creative writing class)

[floraltypes]

OHSHC Meeting The Parents

Who - ohshc hosts x reader

Type - fluff !

Summary - the hosts meeting your parents

AN - my requests are open so request something!

unedited :/

Tamaki

You had told Tamaki that your mother was dying to meet him

The woman wouldn’t stop asking you questions regarding him after you dropped a hint you were dating someone

So, one day she threatened to lower your allowance if you wouldn’t invite him over

Hence, why you are running around with trying to finish up your hair and the maid trying to help is stressing herself since you won’t sit down

When the doorbell was rung the butler quickly opened it and your mother and you both rushed down the stairs to try and get there first

Tamaki looked nervous in the beginning but his eyes lit up once they landed on your figure

“Y/n!” He called out, jumping a bit

Tamaki was very much dressed for the occasion, no surprise, and cleaned up well

You mother put a hand on her heart while Tamaki squished you into his arms

“So adorable, my little y/n,” Your mother cooed

“Uh, Tamaki, I can’t breathe,” He let you go quickly, put kept his arms on your shoulders

He soon realized that your mother was there and quickly turned around bowing a few times and apologizing for not greeting her sooner

“No worries dear, why don’t we go to the dining room to begin eating. Y/n’s father will be later due to work,” Your mother told him

The three of you sat at the larger table, Tamaki sitting right besides you

Your mother asked him many questions and he happily answered, staring at you most of the time and your mother could just tell how much he was in love

She thought he was so cute on how he kept asking you questions throughout dinner to involve you in the conversation like ‘what is your favorite class?’ ‘Y/n, you like that game too, as well, correct?’ ‘Y/n sure is very intelligent!’

Your father ended up being very late and didn’t eat with you three

You and Tamaki decided to go to a one of your extra rooms where there was a large TV and couch

You both sat down besides each other and watched something on the television, Tamaki holding your hand

At one point, Tamaki was trying to reach over you to reach a drink on the table besides you, but it ended up being farther than he thought and he feel ontop of you

He looked up from your legs with a awkward, yet cute, smile

At that exact moment the doors swung open and your father walked in

“I apologize for being late, your mother said the boy was in he- why are you laying inappropriately on top of my child?”

“Uh, i-, no, never!”

Let’s say your father didn’t think the highest of Tamaki like your mother did…

Kyoya

You were both working on some homework one day when you brought up the idea

“Do you think it’s about time to meet my parents?”

“Should I?” He asked back

To be honest, Kyoya knew he was a respectable man and knew how to behave, but still had some nerves

You also didn’t want to exactly have to sit through a long dinner with your boring parents who only knew how to talk about business deals and money, but it would be something your family would eventually ask you

When it came time, you were meeting Kyoya and his parents at a restaurant with your own

When the two of you viewed each-other your eyes lit up a little

“Hello, it’s a pleasure to meet you both,” Kyoya’s father greeted, bowing in front of your parents who soon exchanged the gesture

You greeted Kyoya’s father, your second time seeing Kyoya’s parents again after the dinner you had with them not too long ago

“Y/n,” Kyoya pulled out the chair for you, which you soon sat down on and he sat right beside you, your other side being taken by your mother

“Kyoya, you’re the youngest, correct?” Your father quickly asked, sending a glare

“I am the youngest son, yes,”

“Ah, so you should know what competition is like,”

“I do,”

“Good because they’re many men competing for my daughters hand in marriage,” He laughed, soon turning his attention back to your mother who was chatting with Kyoya’s parents

He mumbled something to himself and grabbed your hand, intertwining it with his

You rubbed small patterns with your pointer finger as a quiet way to reassure him, sending a small smile which seemed to lighten his mood highly

He knew that with you competition seemed worth it, something he was willing to put up with as long as having a chance with you is the prize

When the two of your guys’s families were getting to depart, Kyoya turned to your father before leaving

“I know competition, and I’m very successful in all types of it, I will win the competition for your daughters hand, I just hope you will be able to accept the victor,”

Hikaru

Telling Hikaru that your mother found it important for her to meet him seemed ridiculous to him

Both of your parents weren’t apart of the relationship, so what should it matter what they think of the other

You loved him and he loved you, he didn’t need anyone else to say otherwise

“Come on Hikaru! My mother will continue to bother me until you finally agree,”

“Only if you promise me something,” He quickly told you, snickering secretly at his brilliant plan

“Anything, I’m so tired of her complaining,”

“A kiss,”

You quickly moved your lips to hover in front of his and connected into a sweet and short kiss

His cheeks brightened to a vibrant pink and he scowled turning his head away

“Not now,” He mumbled.

A week later he was outside your door with a cocky smile and a bouquet in hand, (advice from Kaoru)

“Hello, Mr and Miss L/n,” He bowed, handing the bouquet to your mother

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you son,” Your father put a hand on his shoulder

“Son?” Hikaru asked silently, looking at you with confusion

“My father always wanted a boy,” You tell him, laughing a little

“You look nice Miss L/n,” Hikaru complimented your mother, already

“Oh Y/n, he is so kind!”

Though at first, Hikaru thought meeting your parents was ridiculous, now he’s laughing with them at some joke your father made and being invited over next week for another dinner

Kaoru

He’s another person who isn’t so confident about the idea

You both were snuggling on his bed, his arms wrapped around your waist and head lying on your chest while you combed through his hair

“My grandma wants to meet you,”

“She does?” He looked up with a spectacle look

“She isn’t bad, much more open to things considered her age,”

“It makes sense why she would want to meet me, so I guess,” He sighed, then taking in the comfort from the position he was in.

“I don’t want to make a bad impression,”

“You won’t! She just wants to treat you to one of her iconic desserts,”

The both of you slowly got up from your spots and got ready to go to your grandmas that evening

When she opened the door, she gave you a tight hug and then soon threw her arms around Hikaru, squeezing him tightly

“Y/n says you love chocolate, I made some treats so she can show you to the dining room,”

He ended up losing all his nerves after taking a bite of the cake

“It’s amazing!”

“I’m so glad you like it. You’re such a sweet young boy, take some more,”

He felt really comforted by your grandmother and comes back next week after she sends him a letter inviting him

When you came home after a shopping trip with your friends, and saw your boyfriend chatting with your grandmother in the kitchen you were very confused

“Hikaru, I didn’t know you were coming over. Did I forget to tell you I was seeing my friend today?”

“You did,” He walked over you you and gave you a hug and small kiss on the cheek

“Then, uh, why are you here?”

“Your grandmother invited me!” Soon your grandma walked in with three cups of tea

“Oh thanks grandma, did you here me come in?” You went to take the other cup before someone came in behind her. “What are you doing here?”

“She wanted to meet Kaoru’s twin,”

Mori

The both of you were in the library doing some reading

You had recently been describing this book to him that you fell in love with and he wanted to read it for himself

You just wanted to read in general

It was a quiet time, but the both of you sat near each other and your head was lying on his shoulder

You had totally forgotten that your dad was begging to meet this man

“My dad wants to meet you,” You voiced, looking up at him while he just nodded, eyes still on the page

“Which one is that?”

“Dad is the really energetic one, papa is the really smart one,” You told him, the poor boy still having trouble with the names for your two fathers

“Ah,” He hummed, moving a hand to rest on your thigh

“Great, I’ll tell them you will be over this weekend!”

“Mhm,” He rubbed a small circle on your clothed thigh and the two of you kept reading, basking in each other’s presence

When the day came Mori wasn’t exactly nervous, but he wasn’t excited

He had brought a treat that his mother wanted him to bring over

“Mori, is it?” Your papa questioned, while your dad quickly took the treat.

Your boyfriend nodded his head, and scavenged through his pocket for a little box

He handed it to you, and you tilted you head, letting a small smile take over the features on your face

“ARE YOU PROPOSING TO MY BABY ALREADY?!” Your dad asked, jumping and trying to rush to grab the box from your hands, getting pulled back by your papa

“No, it’s a present, calm down hun,” He said with his stern voice, though your dad could easily tell her was just trying to be considerate of you and Mori

“Thank you,” You looked up at Mori and pecked him on the lips

“DID MY BABY JUST KISS HIM?!” Your dad yelled once again.

“You kissed me after our first date, remember?” Your papa reminded the man

“Mori, please come in, take a seat, eat, smile, talk, dance, sing, whatever you please,” Your dad pushed him into the living room and your papa followed

You soon pulled the two aside, sending a look to them

“Don’t be rude to him, I already told you that he doesn’t speak much and that’s his choice that we need to respect,”

You soon felt arms on your shoulder and looked back to see your boyfriends figure towering over yours

“It’s okay Y/n. I’m willing to answer questions to help soothe your parents worries and to show my love for you,” He smiled down at you and placed a kiss to the top of your head

That was when your papa and dad knew that this man was truly a good one

Honey

“Y/n-chan! I want to meet your mom!” Honey told you one day while the two of you were waiting for Usa-chan to get cleaned at the cleaners

“How come?”

“I want to meet the person who helped make you so kind!” He exclaimed, gripping your hand tightly while the two of you walked through town

“Sure, if you really want to,” You shrugged. “My mom is a big cake fan so I think the two of you would get along,”

“Yeah!!!” Honey cheered and the two of you continued your walk with grins on your face

A couple of weeks later your mom was finally home after her stressful business trip and was excited to meet the boy you had been dating

“Mother, this is Mitsukuni,” You introduced her to the childish blonde who was holding on tightly to his stuff animal

“You can call me Honey! It’s so great to meet you! Y/n-chan told me you like cake, so I brought some!” Your mother put on a fake smile and showed him to a area to place it

She soon put on her shoes and coat and the three of you took the limousine to a restaurant nearby

“So, you’re a third year?” Your mother asked once the three of you were seated at a table

“Mhm! Along with my cousin Takashi, he is one of Y/n-chan’s friend as well,”

“He’s the tall one right, I thought he was your boyfriend, someone you could depend on,”

“Mother,” You mumbled, loud enough for her to hear, hoping she would behave kindly to Honey despite the boy not acting like a normal third year

“Y/n can depend on me! I promise! I’m very dependable,” Honey placed his stuff animal on the ground and sat up straight

“You are,” You looked over at him, agreeing with your boyfriend.

The rest of the dinner was a little awkward and when Honey asked to order cake your mother shot him down, it took a lot for the boy to try and hold on his tears

He thought for sure that he would get along greatly with your mother

“Well, aren’t you a cutie?” A man walked up to you, walking alongside you with Honey on your other side holding your hand, your mother was a bit ahead on a phone call

“Um, can you please leave me alone, I’m not interested,”

“Oh come on now doll, don’t act so uninterested, don’t lie, I know you are,” He was about to place a hand on your shoulder before he was on the ground and Honey was holding him in the position

“Y/n! Y/n! I’m so sorry,” Your mom rushed to you and quickly hung up the call looking at the man on the sidewalk and pulling you into her arms.

“I’m fine mother, he didn’t touch me. Mitsukuni got him for me,” You reassured her, pointing to your boyfriend who was watching the man run away

“Oh Honey! I’m so sorry for how I behaved, you really are a good boy,” She pulled him into her arms. “Why don’t the three of us go get some cake to celebrate!”

Haruhi

It was something your father found important

You and Haruhi had been chatting for awhile and your father had overheard you on the phone many times

The poor single father couldn’t figure if your giggles were friendly ones or ones someone would have when talking to a crush

Though he was intelligent when it came to taking care of the colleges he owned, he knew nothing about girls and their crushes

So, he had to ask his secretary for advice, which he did often since he was raising a girl on his own

The advice he received was to just… ask you?

“Y/n, sweetheart, who are you chatting to?”

“Haruhi, Fujioka Haruhi,” You told him, then getting back onto the phone

He rushed to his phone and asked his secretary to found out some more

When he received the information, he rushed to you again, a bit confused it was a commoner, but open to the idea

“I want to meet this Fujioka, and their parent,”

You told Haruhi and she understood, thinking it made sense that your father would want to meet her, especially since Haruhi liked you a lot and was thinking of ways to ask you out soon!

“I’m Hiro, a pleasure to meet you….?” He looked at Haruhi’s father with confusion.

“Ranka, sorry, I’m coming back from my job,” He apologized, whipping the scarf around his neck a little tighter. “You must be Y/n, Haruhi talks about you often! You’re so adorable!”

“Thank you!” You smiled, then grabbing Haruhi’s hand and dragging her into your larger home

Haruhi was very nervous to meet your father, she didn’t want to say anything and tend to just try and stay glued to your side

“Haruhi, you chat with Y/n often, um, that’s good,” Your father was nervous as well, he didn’t want to make the assumption that you two were dating and risk embarrassing you, something he unfortunately did often

“Yeah, Y/n is nice,” She nodded, and you continued to drag her up to your room, showing her trinkets and books

Ranka and your father went to your garden to chat and have some tea

“You have such a lovely home,” Ranka complimented. “Where is Y/n’s mother, at work?”

“She actually isn’t with us,” Your father coughed. “She passed away after having Y/n,”

“I’m so sorry, Haruhi’s mother hasn’t been with us for a while as well,”

Something in common!!?!

They soon started to talk about the difficulties on raising children on there own, and found each other to be much kinder when the nervous aspect disappeared

(they end up calling each other often when they need more advice with their kids, they become good friends!)

“Haruhi is always talking about Y/n, it’s so cute! My little girl is in love..!!”

“Love?!?!” Your father choked on his tea

“Why yes, it’s so painfully obvious that Haruhi doesn’t even realize it herself! I bet it is the same with Y/n, I hear the way she chats and her giggles through the phone,”

“Y/n is in love?!?!”

“Yeah! I think Haruhi is going to ask them out soon!”

“Ask Y/n out?!?!” Your father was about to pass out on the spot

But, Ranka helped him breathe and she revealed just how great of a daughter Haruhi was that your father didn’t seem too scared

Though he didn’t chat with Haruhi too much because the both of you were too busy chatting with each other, he felt she was a good person

“Well, Haruhi, fine young woman, treat my child well, you are well, um, yes,” Your father nodded and Haruhi did the same

The two won’t go and see a movie together, but they’ll be able to get rid of some nerves soon enough and hold some nice conversations together

[mionemymind]

Chapter 3: The Harsh Treatment

Fake Memories

Series Summary: After Y/n is caught cheating on Wanda with Carol, Y/n would do just about anything to get Wanda back into her life. But was it even Y/n’s fault that she cheated? Or was it the new enemy set on revenge?

Chapter Summary: What will happen to Y/n as the team pushes her past her limits? 

A/n: I lied, I decided to be nice and post it now. Honestly, the amount of support that I’m receiving from this fanfic has literally made me smile so much. I really love all of you who read and/or comment. You mean the world to me. Let me know what you think. :) (Not my GIF)

Warnings: Starvation, harmful thoughts, curse words, self-doubt, mentions of blood, injuries, angst

Word Count: 5k

Masterlist

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 |

Y/n abruptly woke up at the feeling of pressurized gas coursing through her body. She quickly sat up, unable to see anything in the white fog. The cold feeling only lasted a couple seconds before F.R.I.D.A.Y stated, “Fire has been contained.” Y/n hugged herself for warmth as she waited for the fog to disappear. This was the 13th time this month that she was woken up with pressurized gas. At first, it was foam but someone in maintenance had changed the system after the 5th time she woke up. 

Y/n looked at her surroundings and sighed at the damages to her sheets. There were burn marks along with small amounts of frostbite from the gas. “At this rate, I won’t have money for food.” With a grim face, Y/n got up from her bed and proceeded with taking everything off her bed, a routine she unfortunately started to learn. 

Y/n didn’t know when things got worse. If she had to guess, maybe it was after the whole fiasco with Wanda. The team had been on edge ever since then. “They probably thought I hurt her,” Y/n thought at the time, but it was far from the truth. She had wanted to explain herself to the team but dismissed those thoughts with, “What’s the point in trying? I’ll always be guilty to them.” 

As for Wanda, the still heartbroken girl didn’t dare to speak to the team about that night. Even she didn’t quite know what happened. Since that night, she only lied to herself stating that maybe Y/n had done something. It would probably remove the guilt she had when she thought of the blood running down Y/n’s face. But even the lie couldn’t repress the truth from her thoughts. 

After she collected her bedding, she threw it away in the trash can along with the other damaged beddings. Y/n grabbed her wallet off her night stand and opened it. She couldn’t feel it, but her heart dropped at the sight of the lack of money she had. Only a $20 dollar bill as well as a couple ones were left. She closed her eyes and tried her best to keep herself calm, to try and act like the world wasn’t closing in on her. It was a couple minutes later when she opened her eyes and looked at her wallet again. “This was supposed to last me for the rest of the month.” Y/n rubbed her forehead, feeling the overwhelming stress from her lack of funds. 

One might ask, “Aren’t you an Avenger? Shouldn’t you make a shit ton of money.” And at one point, Y/n would say yes, she did. But it all came back to that night. A week after, she had overheard a conversation that went…

“I just don’t understand why you’re doing this to her.” Y/n was about to go around the corner, but decided to wait at the sound of Steve’s voice. “It’s simple Rodgers - unless I have to remind you why we needed to redo the glass in the conference room.” Steve sighed at Tony’s simple minded actions. Y/n could practically feel him crossing his arms in a disapproving manner. 

“Well she did work fair and hard for her money Tony - this just feels wrong.” Y/n heard a couple clicks before Tony replied with, “This is for Wanda. Anything to get Y/n out of here by her own means is worth it. If you have a problem with this, you must not care as much for Wanda as I thought.” Steve sighed again seeing as he was morally put in an awkward position. It was either care for Y/n or care for Wanda. “That’s what I thought.” Tony left with a smug look on his face as he clicked more on the screen in front of him. 

It didn’t take long for Y/n to see the effects of Tony’s decision. Her pay day was the following day and the overwhelming sense of panic and anxiety rose up within her as she only had $400 to survive until the next pay day, which was a month later. Since then, her food portions have been small to say the least. Y/n learned that she only had enough money for the month to eat at least once a day and even that was cutting it. The dramatic changes to her diet had slowly affected her powers but it recently had an exponential increase. 

This was her fourth month of hardly eating when her powers started to flare at night. It has gotten to the point that Y/n couldn’t control them in her sleep leading to F.R.I.D.A.Y having to deal with her fireside. But her powers weren’t the only thing that has changed. If anyone were to actually look, they would see that Y/n had gotten skinnier. Her literal glow was getting duller and duller the more time passed.  

However, Y/n refused to feel sorry for herself. The sentence “I deserve this” was burned into her head. The brain tricks she puts herself through even allowed her to convince that Tony's decision was right. That Wanda didn’t need to tell the truth to the team. That Steve didn’t need to defend her. And that the team certainly was allowed to make her feel like nothing. Because to Y/n, if she didn’t deserve this, then why would you possibly treat a person like this? Just why? 

Of course, Wanda didn’t notice these changes at all. The girl was trying her best to avoid Y/n as much as possible. She always had exit strategies in place in case she were to be in the same vicinity as Y/n. However, Wanda also didn’t notice that lack of Y/n’s presence. Much to her dismay, Y/n’s efforts were the reason they didn’t see each other much. 

What Wanda did notice though was the slow and gradual decline of snacks in her cubby. It left her to question whether Natasha was done doing these small favors for her. But her reports were still getting done. 

The red head didn’t have much room to think though as she got slammed down on the mat from the other red head. “Take a ten - you’re distracted and we can’t keep going like this.” Wanda grumbled at another failed attempt to flip Natasha over. Hand to hand combat was one of the few subjects that Wanda hated the most. With the help of Natasha, Wanda got up and walked over to the waters on the other side of the room. She was gulping down the remaining when Natasha’s words caught her off guard. “What happened?” 

Wanda cocked an eyebrow while still drinking her bottle, needing more elaboration. Natasha faced Wanda while hundreds of thoughts racked her mind. Luckily for her, Wanda had trained her on how to make them quiet enough that Wanda wouldn’t be able to hear. When Natasha found the right words, she said, “I am not doubting you. I am doubting her…” Wanda closed the bottle and looked around the room to avoid Natasha’s eyes. This had been the first time that anyone from the team had remotely even asked her about that night. To be frank, she hadn’t expected Natasha to be the one to break the ice. Usually it was Steve that would act like the team’s counselor. Guess things change. 

Wanda sighed and recollected her memory for the night that continued to haunt her. “One minute, I left to get a drink from the bar. - she said that she needed to go to the bathroom. The next minute, I come back to see her all over blondie.” Wanda’s grip on the bottle tightened at the words she was going to say next. “I thought it was a mistake - that she could have been too drunk that night - b-but her thoughts were so - loud.” Wanda slammed her fist at the table in front of her, tears already falling down her cheeks. “A-a-and I saw everything-” 

The broken hearted girl didn’t have much energy left in her to continue. She dropped to her knees and sobbed into her hands. Natasha kneeled beside Wanda. She pulled the poor girl into her arms, trying her best to physically comfort her. But nothing could really make Wanda feel better. What could you say to a girl that saw every moment where her girlfriend has cheated on her? Nothing - you say nothing. 

“It’s quite pathetic actually,” Tony said as he spun the rod, causing his player to score in foosball. He was currently versing Steve as the two decided to quietly speak about Y/n’s actions for the past couple weeks. Going on the defense again, Steve shot back but Tony was quick to block. “She’s probably just trying to get her money back.” Steve huffed from the sudden slap shot as well as Tony’s rude words. 

For the past couple weeks, Y/n had gone from trying to win Wanda back to trying to win the whole team back. The first thing they noticed was all the completed mission reports and the continuation of it. Clint was the first to jokingly comment, “Bruce must really love mission reports.” But the genius bore a confused look before replying with, “It wasn’t me. Even I haven’t had anything to do in my stack for a couple days.” Bruce had a displeasured look on his face. Clint just assumed it was either he wanted to do his stack of reports or the comment was actually true...or maybe both. 

When it was time for the meeting, Clint had asked everyone in the room, minus Y/n, on who was completing the mission reports for everyone. “Well, I’m doing Wanda’s and mine,” Natasha claimed as she sat in her usual spot. No one was able to detect her lie, but then again, Natasha was always good at lying. 

Clint was quick to figure out that the only person remaining must have been the person responsible. With a straight forward voice, he explained to the team that Y/n had been completing everyones, besides Wanda’s and Natasha’s, reports. Still, Natasha sat there, copying the confused looks on everyone’s faces. She didn’t care to tell them the truth, it wasn’t worth it. However, the meeting proceeded with little comment on Y/n’s actions. She wasn’t worth the mention. 

“What if she actually is trying to say sorry to us?” Steve couldn’t help but feel slightly guilty for Y/n, but Tony’s words made the guilt go all away. “Oh - so miss Hydra over here actually wants to apologize - hilarious Steve.” With that, Tony quickly spun the rod and scored the final point, making him win the game. What the two failed to realize was the fact that Y/n had overheard their conversation. She no longer felt hungry for the day and had retreated back to her room, feeling overwhelmingly numb from the confession she heard.

It was a new and different day for Wanda. She had managed to want to try and sit in the common room with her team seeing as sitting in her room no longer gave her the same satisfaction anymore. Scrolling through the tv, she was about to pull up Bewitched when the following words appeared on the screen:

Bewitched is longer provided on Netflix. Please see related tv shows. 

“What do you mean it’s no longer available?” Wanda frustratedly questioned. And here she was trying to have a good day. “Sorry kid, I guess Netflix took it off their streaming service,” Clint said as he leaned over the couch. “No why would they do that?!” Wanda said with an exasperated look. Clint simply shrugged, Netflix did have an awful reputation for getting favorites removed or canceled. “No clue, but you could try other shows.” Wanda crossed her arms and huffed at his suggestion. “I was really feeling Bewitched today.” Ruffling her hair, Clint left after saying, “Try to feel for something else.” 

However, Wanda had failed to feel anything but angry for the remaining of the day. It wasn’t until she sat in her room for the night, aimlessly finding shows in her room when she noticed Bewitched on her home screen. She quickly clicked on it noticing that all eight seasons are there for her own viewing. Her mood immensely increased for the night as she fell asleep in the middle of season two. 

Outside of her room, Y/n had been cleaning up the compound for the night. It was getting harder and harder to clean the kitchen when everything in her wanted to just take a couple of snacks for herself. Her hunger was constantly on her mind as well as the stupid flashes that have sporadically appeared more and more everyday. But she wanted more than anything to prove to the team that she is a good person. Stealing, no matter how minor, was probably the last thing she needed to be labeled as. 

When she completed for the night, she returned to her room but paused outside of her door when she heard the Bewitched theme song loudly play in Wanda’s room. A small smile appeared on her face as she walked back into her room and slept on the floor tonight.

“Did it ever occur to you that I love you - like a lot?” The couple were laying in Carol’s room decorated with punk rock posters and pictures of their team. Small plants were placed around the room while Malcolm in the Middle was used as background noise. 

“Nah. I haven’t heard you say it in approximately - 10 minutes?” Carol laughed as Y/n glanced at her watch. They laid on their sides as they faced each other, their faces being only inches away. “Well I do.” Carol cupped Y/n’s cheek as she soon grew mesmerized. 

There are words to always describe feelings with someone but they all felt overused or incomplete. Because everything felt like this daydream colored borders with warm tones and retro filters as she glanced at Y/n. She felt like she was watching a show that she would never get tired of. Even if the show was in color or black and white, new or old, slow or fast, she would watch just to see her. Just her. 

“You do what?” Carol flicked Y/n’s forehead at her response. “Kidding - kidding.” Y/n said as she rubbed her forehead. Carol rolled her eyes and kissed Y/n’s head as she cuddled into her arms, legs tangled within the sheets. “I do love you.” Y/n kissed her hair as she combed it with her hand. “I know,” she whispered, hoping Carol would pick up on the secret reference. Because to Y/n, yeah, she’s worth a whole galaxy. 

It was the middle of the night when Steve woke up from a nightmare that shook him from his slumber. Rather than staying in bed to force himself to sleep, he got up and headed to the kitchen for a late night snack. 

Heading into the pantry, Steve pursed his lips noticing that Y/n’s cubby had been empty for weeks it seems like. The guilt that was slowly forming inside him kept building and building. Although he knew he could try to do something about it, the loyalty he had to his family - to Wanda. That was something he didn’t want to break. 

The relationship with Wanda and Steve was something similar to a father and daughter relationship. Steve had always wanted a kid of his own and Wanda had lost her father. The irony of it all just happened to work for the two. Even though Wanda nor Steve would admit it out loud, they viewed each other as the roles that needed to be filled in their lives. They needed each other regardless of titles.

But then there was Y/n. The troubled girl that made Steve absolutely nervous with how quick her and Wanda seemed to like each other. It absolutely didn’t help Steve’s case when the whole team found out about Y/n’s past. His anxiety had practically skyrocketed. It eventually led to a one on one talk with Wanda about how sometimes we need to protect ourselves before letting people in. 

But Y/n was still there. Breaking down Wanda’s walls. So just like any Dad would, Steve watched over. Making sure his girl was always happy and safe. So while Natasha may have refilled Wanda’ cubby and did her reports, Steve had carried Wanda to bed during nights she couldn’t sleep. He made her tea for times that she didn’t want to talk, which was often. He tucked her in at night and cuddled with her when she needed a shoulder to cry on. He was just there. 

But so was she. She was there whenever Wanda cried at night. She was there when Wanda would sometimes forget to eat after busying herself all day. She was there to take care of Wanda. She was there when Steve wasn’t. And that meant everything to Steve. So why couldn’t Steve be there for Y/n? 

There were a lot of unanswered questions roaming around Steve’s head. Rather than pondering more about them, he walked around the tower, eating a pack of cookies for himself. Just as he was turning the corner, he glanced towards the conference room to see Wanda asleep in front of her reports. However, the more alarming part was the girl that happened to be right in front of Wanda. Steve quickly grew on high alert and observed Y/n’s actions. However, after a couple minutes of harmless actions, Steve forced his shoulders to relax. “She’s just doing reports - calm down,” Steve thought. 

But he couldn’t calm down. The guilt had maneuvered it’s way back up to his throat as he actually noticed the pale state of the once bright girl. For someone that had literal fire abilities, she lacked the glow of any raging fire. Feeling nothing but guilt all over, Steve felt compelled to say something - anything. But he froze. He didn’t know what to say. 

However, the opportunity soon was lost as Y/n finished everyone’s stack of reports. Steve hid around the corner as Y/n passed him. Hearing a door close was when Steve stepped out of hiding. He glanced towards the direction of Y/n’s room, feeling every need to go to her. But his footsteps led him to Wanda. He picked her up and carried her to her room. Wanda will always be first in Steve’s heart. And nothing could change that. 

“We have to stop this treatment Tony.” Steve waltzed into Tony’s lab the very next day. For once, he couldn’t sleep for the remainder of the night. Y/n was all over his mind. The guilt was practically eating him alive. 

Tony rolled his eyes at Steve’s dramatic fashion for entrances. “Oh - good morning Tony - how are you - I’m actually pretty good.” Steve rolled his eyes as he stood in front of Tony, a hologram in between the two. 

“Cut the crap Tony - I’m being serious.” Steve crossed his arms. This needed to end. “And you think I’m not Rodgers?” Tony was quick to respond, already growing irritated by the conversation. 

“This isn’t right - none of this right.” Steve wiped the hologram to finally get a clear view of Tony as he grew frustrated by the second. Tony simply swiped it back, not wanting to deal with the issue. “Well maybe if she just quit - we wouldn’t need to worry about anything. It’s not my fault Fury hired Ms. Hydra - and if he finds out I fired her, he would not allow it at all.” 

“But can’t you see that your stupid plan isn’t working? All we’re doing is abusing the girl.” Steve wiped the hologram again but Tony simply walked to a different station and continued his work. Angry with his response, Steve walked around the table and stood beside Tony. 

“This needs to end Tony,” Steve said through his gritted teeth. The man was clenching his jaw so hard, it almost looked as if he was going to break his teeth. However, Tony quickly glared at Steve at the mention of his threat. 

“Don’t you fucking dare. Can’t you actually see that I’m trying to protect Wanda.” Steve tilted his head at the awful reasoning for his actions. “How is this protecting Wanda? Why are you even trying to protect her?” 

Tony slammed his fist into the table, feeling his anger rising by the second. “We - no - I need to protect her Steve!”

“Why Tony? Why?” 

“Because I’m the goddamn reason her parents and her country is dead. I’m the reason that everything she ever loved is gone. I’m the reason for her sadness. She, of all people, deserves happiness. And I sure as hell won’t let anyone else hurt her anymore - no more Steve.” Tony didn’t give Steve a chance as he walked out the facility needing a day drink more than ever. 

It was lunch time and all Wanda could think about was the need to cook paprikash. She didn’t know when the last time she had actually cooked. And seeing as the majority of the team was on missions, she could actually cook without interruptions or lingering eyes. 

Walking into the kitchen, Wanda tied her hair up and started to take out the necessary ingredients for the meal. It was when she was talking the spices out when Vision had appeared out of nowhere, nearly scaring the girl. “Vision!” 

Sensing a slight rise in her heart rate and anger, Vision had quickly apologized. “Sorry Wanda.” Wanda shook her head and quickly resumed prepping. “I will try to work on making my presence known. If I may ask, what is it that you’re doing?” 

“I’m making paprikash.” Vision’s mind grew curious at the word and quickly searched his database for it. “I see. A traditional Sokovian food.” Wanda didn’t realize it, but she had felt a little annoyed at the synthezoid’s presence. It wasn’t anything he did, but Wanda desperately wanted alone time for herself. 

Before she could ask, Vision had said, “Good morning Y/n.” Wanda’s quickly grew wide as she avoided glancing in Y/n’s direction. She hadn’t stayed in the tense position though as Vision announced, “Oh - it seems she had left before saying hi back.” 

Feeling ever more frustrated with people’s presence, Wanda was about to ask him to leave but noticed the confusion written all over his face and didn’t hesitate to ask, “What is it Vision?” Vision pursed his lips and contemplated his words. It was visibly obvious to see that he was trying to wrack up what to say. “I think...it’s just…” He sighed knowing that this was going to be a sensitive subject to the witch but knowing everything she's been through, lying was not the best option. “It’s just that Y/n-” Wanda quickly cut Vision off in desperation to know what Y/n had done to Vision. If the girl were to even lay a finger on him, she was sure to deal with it herself.  “What did she do? Did she hurt you? I swear-” Seeing her eyes turn red, Vision immediately explained himself. “-No no no. It’s not that, the complete opposite actually.” Wanda’s eyes slowly turned back to normal. When Vision saw that her heart rate was close to normal, he continued. “It’s just that...Y/n’s vitals have been decreasing in a fluctuating matter. Some days it would be a small decrease, but some days it would be a big decrease. Overall, her health has been poor.” Vision looked back at where Y/n once stood. If he hadn’t quickly analyzed her, he wouldn’t have noticed that today’s vitals was record worst. “Although she does have physical injuries, she seems to continue to radiate pain throughout her body even when those injuries have healed. It starts through her head and it spreads like a radio wave through her nervous system. I’ve done my calculations and the leading cause could be migraines...” Vision soon was in deep thought, trying to recalculate just to make sure what he was about to say was correct. “...but it doesn’t make sense.” 

Wanda tilted her head. Processing this information was hard seeing as at her darkest moments, she wanted nothing but Y/n to be hurt. She deserved it for all the pain she caused her to go through. But hearing it now? That was a different story. It was like an internal conflict was going through her. Should she even care about Y/n’s health? “What doesn’t make sense?” Vision looked hard into Wanda’s eyes as he said, “Migraines shouldn’t cause her heart to stop multiple times.” 

Wanda stared at Vision, processing the information that the love of her life is practically dying. “A-are you sure?” Vision slowly nodded. “However, after some calculations, I do believe she will be okay. She only needs a good source of food for her healing regeneration to fully heal this.” Wanda relaxed at Vision’s words. Although she has been through immense pain through these past couple months, having Y/n gone from her life like that would hurt more than anything. 

Before Vision could continue his explanation, F.R.I.D.A.Y stated, “Emergency alert. All available Avengers please head to the quinjet per the request of Mr. Stark and Mr. Rogers.” Quickly, the two headed to the plane as the important part of Vision’s explanation was missed. Little did Wanda know, Y/n would not heal any time soon. 

The trio arrived on the quinjet and wasted no time trying to figure out the mission that was ahead of them. There was a serious feel in the atmosphere sensing that this had to be bad. There was no way that it couldn’t have been. Because if it wasn’t, they certainly wouldn’t have invited Y/n to this mission. 

Lately, the girl has been assigned to only solo missions. Y/n couldn’t quite remember the last time that she was on a mission with any team member nevermind the fact with the whole team. 

“Backup is needed immediately after touch down. Vision and Wanda, meet up with Steve and Sam at the Northeast corridor. Y/n, you are assigned to the entrance,” Tony stated through the intercom. 

The feeling in Y/n’s stomach worsened. Not only was she hungry and sleep deprived, she didn’t also have a partner with her. It also didn’t help the fact that the flashes have gotten worse. Y/n couldn’t help but pray for a miracle. After all, they were dealing with the very people Y/n hated - Hydra. 

Y/n couldn’t quite tell when things on the mission got to shit. Maybe it was the fact that as soon as they touched down and went to their assigned positions, Y/n received a massive swarm of Hydra agents. It didn’t help that her health regeneration was not at its peak or these agents actually were decently trained. Or was it during the third wave, that was currently happening, where Y/n tested the limits of her body. 

Seeing the onslaught of agents coming her way, Y/n decided it was time to test out her new ability. She rapidly swung her right arm, building momentum as the fire within her right side blazed. As soon as the enemies were close, she released a fire tornado in their path. It had managed to take out at least half of the wave, but more and more kept coming. 

Pressing her comms, Y/n said, “Can someone send back up my way?! There’s too many for me to handle.” Y/n kicked back the agent that was about to stab her in the back, but was too distracted to the point a different agent was able to cut her leg. “Fuck.” 

Y/n quickly released an ice wall that at first glance, appeared to be the same height as the Great Wall of China. She hoped the barrier would give her enough time for her backup to appear. Focusing all her energy on her fireside, Y/n aimed at any agent near her, using her arm as a flamethrower. 

However, worry immediately grew when no one had responded to her call within a couple minutes. Before she could request again, Nat had spoken bitterly in the comms, “On my way.” Sighing in relief, Y/n continued to fight off the agents the best she could. 

But no matter how hard she tried to buy herself time, it seemed that Natasha was taking forever to come. It had gotten to the point that multiple lashes already appeared. Her healing regeneration couldn’t keep up at all. Not only that, but her body was either giving up from exhaustion or blood loss. It was only during the last couple agents when Natasha had shown up and quickly killed the remainder. 

Y/n glanced at the assassin and noticed the lack of any injuries on her and it was as if she barely broke a sweat. “What happened? I almost got killed.” 

Natasha glared at Y/n as she responded with, “I helped Bucky and Rhodey on the way, they needed it.” Y/n swallowed the lump in her throat knowing the redhead in front of her had practically lied. If backup was needed, it was always voiced through comms. 

Even if Y/n had wanted to confront Natasha about it, she couldn’t. Natasha had already left to head to the quinjet. Y/n simply limped a couple feet from her. When Y/n arrived, it seemed that everyone else was already prepared for take off. Feeling ever more guilty, Y/n simply sat at the closet seat to the entrance that was away from the team. But something inside her broke even more noticing the lack of any questions or concerns from the team in regards to her injuries. 

Not even bothering to buckle up, Y/n sulked in her thoughts when she realized, “Why doesn’t anyone care about me?” 

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[suicidalslasher]

𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒚 ➤ 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆

Here's one of three Carrie White fics!! :D This is honestly short and sweet, plus simple... compared to the other two. But.... it's here and I'm very much happy with the way it came out. I hope you all enjoy it, as well.

Although, the gif is of Sissy, you can pretend it's either version of Carrie.

(Chloe or Angela's. I, personally, just prefer Sissy's. Although, I love all three.) And despite it being Sissy, too, I took inspiration from the (2002) adaption with Angela whereas Carrie never died in the accident of her house.

Instead, she lives and runs away. And yadda yadda. Enjoy!! xx

Warnings: None. Unless you count fluff and love confessions UwU.

“I know she was your friend but c’mon, (Y/N). She was nothing more than a piece of shit… Grow up. Move on.”

“She was a monster, (Y/N). Do you really think she wasn’t? After all she had done? She destroyed everything and hurt so many people… she killed several hundred people, too… if that isn’t a cruel, heartless bitch, I don’t know who or what is.”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re just like her…. are you a demon in disguise, too, (Y/N)?”

They said the same exact thing. The statements were always said by different people but the topic of the subject remained the same - Carrie White.   Carrie White was the devil. So on and so forth…

It was a constant reminder she no longer was here with us - with me.  

 The tragedy that struck on prom  night wasn’t my fault. Nor, was it Carrie’s.

Carrie had so much anger built up within her, she was bound to explode with rage eventually. And that day just so happened to unravel at the dance. All thanks to the students (and some teachers) of Bates High.

They constantly bullied Carrie for no real given reason, they harassed her for things she couldn’t quite control, either.  Not me, though.

I’m not crazy, even if there are people that  say I am and even if there are those that put words in my mouth I never said to begin with, too -

It’s not true.

None of it is true.

Everything you’ve read about Carrie White is false. Everything you’ve, more than likely, heard about her is furthest from the truth, also.

She’s not a monster. She never was one. She was just an ordinary girl, begging to be loved,  to be happy. And I loved her.

I just… I wish more than anything she realized how much I loved her.  I was in love with Carrie White, truly, madly, deeply…. in love with her.

And nobody could ever change how I felt - how I feel - towards her.

The night I was going to confess my feelings, believe it or not, was before the dance. Before everything happened.

The moment I arrived to the dance, well…by then, it was too late.   I hadn’t known it yet but almost everyone  was trapped inside the gymnasium, nails digging through the doors as they tried - and failed - to escape.

Their blood curling whines and agonizing moans were silenced by the music that played out on the speakers which echoed outside of the windows and bounced back and forth from the building to the parking lot.

I didn’t realize something terrible had happened until I smelled an intoxicating scent that caused my eyes to blur over with tears and caused me to grimace as the odor only grew stronger, thicker.

I winced and gazed around the parking lot which still remained full of different colored vehicles.     Confusion struck but after a moment or two later, realization hit like a ton of bricks.

From where I had stood, I saw a huge  cloud of gray smoke lingering around the building, only growing more and more thicker in the sky.

When I first arrived, the sky was crystal clear.  Not a single   speck of white was seen from above.   Now, that beautiful shade of blue was replaced with dark and haunting clouds of gray.

Even the moon was no longer hanging in the air for the smoke had it hidden.

The odor that swarmed the air, I realized, was people’s flesh burning.   One by one, people within the school were dying and suffocating to death.

Call me whatever you wish, as I’ve been called every name in the book, but I mean it when I say that I could care less  about the students and teachers of Bates High. If that made me an insensitive bitch, so be it.

The only reason I even attempted to try to get inside the building was because I remembered Carrie had gone to the dance with Tommy Ross.  And I’d do anything to save her.

Expect… I couldn’t.

Every area of the school was locked. Every entrance and exit doors were shut tightly. No matter how hard I tried to open them,  the damned thing wouldn’t budge.

I even tried to go through the windows but they were shut, too. There was nothing I could do.

Nothing expect fall to the ground and bury my face in my hands as tears began to fall, one by one, a tear dropped and soaked my hands and stained my cheeks.

Everyone said prom was a night to remember… but I doubt anyone wanted to remember their prom like this.

*~*

The following week after the incident, I heard a knock at my door. Slowly making my way out of bed, I walk down my too small and narrow hallway and open the door once I’ve reached the entrance,  glancing at the  person behind the screen door.

Sue Snell stood there, hands in her pocket and a look of sadness painted across her face.

“(Y/N),” She began.  “Can…. can we talk?”

“About what?” I snarled, not caring if I came off as rude or ignorant or any other definition.  I didn’t want to talk. I wanted to sleep and never wake up. I already knew where the conversation was going and what the main subject was going to be about. And I didn’t want to hear it. I didn’t want to talk about it.

“It’s about last week…  It’s…. it’s about Carrie.”

“I already know. She’s dead, okay? She’s dead and she isn’t going to come back, you don’t have to remind me.” I go to shut the door but Sue sticks her foot out and stops me from doing so. I narrow my eyebrows at her and give her a questioning gaze.

“Please…” She but all begged. “Tonight. Meet me at her headstone, tonight, would you? Midnight. I’m being serious. Trust me on this, would you? I know you have no reason to… but please.. if not for me, for Carrie.”

“Fine. I’ll think about it. Now, I have to go.”

“(Y/N), wait-”

Before she could finish her sentence, I’m  closing the door in her face and storming back to my bedroom, falling onto my mattress with an ‘ugh’ leaving my lips.

For the past few days, I didn’t do anything expect cry and scream into my pillow.

The moment I got back under the covers and buried my face under several blankets and two of my pillows,  the tears came rushing back down.

I was surprised I still had tears left in me from all the crying I had done, truth be told.

I tried, really, I did… to be strong but it was so hard. Especially when Carrie wasn’t here to make things better.

It was so difficult to live when  the one person you kept yourself alive for is no longer around…. it’s hard to live when your heart is no longer beating.

The day Carrie White died was the day a little part of me died, too.

*~*

It was 11:50PM.

The house was eerily silent. The only noise, from where I was at in my bedroom, was the whistle of the wind and the gentle knocking of tree limbs outside on my window.

I glance at the clock by my bedside table. It now read 11:52.

I sigh and sit up, my feet touching the cold hardwood floor. I rub my hands over my face tiredly as I try to come to a decision whether or not I wanted to meet Sue at Carrie’s gravestone.

I came to the decision… yes, I should go.  After all, I wanted to make sure nobody wrote any more harsh and ruthless slurs on Carrie’s grave.

Even in death, they wouldn’t let her rest and wouldn’t stop picking on her.   Carrie should be able to rest and yet there’s hundreds of people who forbid her from doing so. It was a shame.

People say Carrie White is a monster or the daughter of the Devil himself but in reality, the only monsters are the ones  that won’t leave that poor girl alone.

"If you look in the face of evil - evil's going to look right back at you."

*~*

The time I got to the cemetery  it had just turned midnight.  As I exited out the car, it seemed as if the howl of the wind grew louder upon my arrival.

“Hello?” I call out. My voice seems loud against the empty area and I grimace; I didn’t realize how wobbly it sounded until I had spoken.

(I blamed that on all the off and on crying sessions I’ve done recently.)

“Sue? Are you there? Hello?”

Nothing.

I groan and face palm, shaking my head from side to side. I should’ve known not to come. I should have known better and yet-

“(Y/N).”

My eyes dart forward and I feel my knees begin to buckle out underneath me and all the air in my lungs is snatched away from me.

“(Y/N).” She repeats, walking toward me and gives me a wry smile. “Hi.”

“C-Carrie?” My voice shook and I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. There she was, alive, breathing and all.

And she was right in front of me.

“You… I thought you were dead.” I was speechless. I could barely form any sentences without stumbling over my words.

“That’s why I’m here,” Carrie explained, stepping closer to me.  She rests the palm of her hand across my cheek, fingers brushing over my skin and I shudder, goose bumps prickling ever so softly across my arms.

“I didn’t know how to tell you….” She continued, sighing as she moves a loose piece of hair back and out from my face, tucking it behind my ear.

“I didn’t want anyone to know but Sue found me  on the side of the road when my house collapsed… she took me under her wing and helped me out.” She informed.  Carrie looked up and gave me a shy smile, her cheeks turning a bright rosy red.

“She insisted I should tell you, too… I was wanting to tell you, regardless but… I had been so scared. I’ve been terrified recently…. and with everything that happened, I only got more scared and… well, I thought you’d be like them and laugh at me or go on and tell the world where I was at and-”

“Carrie, I love you.” I blurt, unable to stop the words from forming out my mouth.

“I’d never, in any way, hurt you. I’ve loved you for the longest time and I thought…. I thought you were dead, Carrie… and it truly felt like I lost a piece of myself, too.”

The blush on Carrie’s cheeks grows darker, deeper as she nods. Tears swell in the corner of her eyes and she laughs softly, taking her hand away from my cheek as she wipes her eyes, sniffling quietly.

“I know. Sue told me, too… and I didn’t believe her. How could anyone love a freak like me? The laughing stock? Everyone’s personal punching bag..” Carrie smiled sadly as she shook her head.

“Mama told me it was a sin, you know? Love only is shared between a man and a woman. Not two men or two women together but… I realized I’d rather burn in Hell and be with the person I love than to go to Heaven being the person I’m not. I love you, (Y/N).

“I prayed every night for a friend and you came into my life at the time I needed you the most. You’re not only my best friend but my blessing, too.” By the time she’s finished talking, I’m crying and pulling her into my chest, hugging her tightly.

“I love you, I love you, I love you.” I repeat.  “From the moment I met you in the library and we bonded over our favorite novels together at the start of school, I knew I wanted to be your friend. I could care less what others thought.

And then when we went to the park that Saturday evening and had a picnic, I knew I loved you then…. I knew that no matter what, whether we were friends or more, I always wanted to make you happy, Carrie White.”

“And you do,” she reassured, voice cracking as she buried her head in the crook between my shoulder and neck. “You make me the happiest girl alive. I’ve never known true happiness until you came into the picture, (Y/N).”

I pull a little bit of ways out and take her face, pressing my hands across her cheeks and with little to no hesitation, I press my lips hungrily against hers.

Carrie, almost instantly, kisses back.

“I love you.” I murmur into the kiss, not daring to pull away.

“I love you.” She muttered. Through the kiss, I can feel the corners of her lips curling up into a smile. A grin finds its way across my face, too.

“Let’s go… let’s get out of here.” She said, pulling back as she looks up and into my eyes. “Let’s leave Chamberlain and never look back.”

And so, well, we did.

Carrie White wasn’t your average or your typical ordinary girl. She had powers, as I came to find out. I knew there was something unique, something special about her and now I knew what it was.

Carrie White wasn’t a demon. Or the daughter of the Devil or none of that sort.

Carrie White was simply just a girl, ready to start her own life and accomplish her own goals and seek happiness.

And I, (Y/N) (L/N) would do anything to help her achieve that.

Carrie White deserved better than to live in fear and shame.

Carrie White, just like anybody else, deserved to be happy.

So, whether you believe me or not, I don’t care.

If you still think she is a monster in disguise or whatever; I do not care.

I know the truth. Sue Snell knows the truth, too. Carrie White is anything but a monster.

Carrie White is, and forever will be, my girl.

And that’s just that.

End of story.

[syubub]

May 13th Reading

Definitely long awaited and way bigger than I intended it to be so buckle up.

Funky disclaimer: this is for entertainment purposes only and not to be taken as fact! This is my interpretation of the cards!

Oh boy. The continuation of yoongis soulmate saga.

(Note frome future me: it's not proofread but I'm hungry. Sorry for mistakes!)

So so so so

Let's start.

I started with all the normal jazz. Connecting with his energy and shit. Same as usual same old same old. Platform= same same. I was like, "hey, let's talk about your soulmate and the whole may 13th shit" and we connected via energy stringy thing to the forehead and such. I was intresting bc my end of the string was kinda my energy color! Neato. Looks like some rest has really done me good!

Okay, here's where I start actually asking shit. I made notes at this point before the reading as I usually do. I'm just gonna insert the screen shot here.

The 14 thing really fucked me up. You'll see later. Also, when I got the whole Pisces Jupiter thing I had to do me some googling bc we established that Jupiter went into Pisces ON May 13th so I was like?? Am I missing something?

I was. I forgot that it goes retrograde and then co.es back to Pisces on December 28th. And I do indeed think it to be significant.

The shit about temperance makes a lot of sense. In yoongis first soulmate read I flipped my shit bc he was like, "You're gonna get temperance reverse" in regards to a card for his soulmate and I was like "pft whatever. Don't play me like that"

And then I got temperance reverse. It's been a significant card from the jump.

I asked him if he had any advice for his soulmate and that's what "Don't wait for big things, you'll miss the small ones that lead you to bigger things" and "Look for facts before assuming" and "Don't try pushing it, forcing it won't make sense" and "A spade is a spade/ ace is an ace" and "Don't make ill informed guesses" all were

Now this part:

"Union has happened , yet to on the physical"

Gave me some hints thankfully because he straight up said no more hints.

This ties back into the whole Jupiter thing too. The seeds are/ have been planted and now they have to grow before they can be harvested.

Well Mr. Yoongi, I'm impatient and I don't want to wait. I want to see you in love pronto.

Anyways

He showed me a little dream box/ trinket box looking thing and a super vague Keychain with no further explanation... so... there's that I guess.

I can't quite decide if "Don't make ill informed guesses" was a tongue-in-cheek pike at me or if it was genuine advice to his soulmate? He just loves to not explain things.

Now let's begin the monster read.

So. The first row of cards

I asked the question, "what the fuck was May 13th and what was it's purpose in regards to your connection"

Important is what it was lol. I interpret this as them finding their footing and this being the starting point of the genuine foundation being layer. Like they've been manifesting eachother for a while but May 13th marked the start of them making the real life changes in their actual lives that will be the set up for them meeting.

The seven of coins is about thoughtful planning and creating security/ stable plan. The tower is essentially ripping away anything and everything that was built on unstable foundation and challenging/ testing your character (an extremely rude awakeing if you will). Judgement is releasing the past so you can rise above it and confronting yourself as you are (Also legit awakening) the queen of coins is financial security and self confidence in your abilities. Ten of coins is prosperity and abundance and most of all, stability. Eight of wands is explosion of potential and rapid movement. Temperance is awareness and balance between physical and spiritual. It's also that quiet peace where you find balance.

So. Seeing all those cards it really does seem like maybe his soulmate took on something new that could lead straight to union? Same for yoongi. I'd like to analyze and recent or new-ish habits or hobbies he's picked up?

Moving right along though. I asked what the 13th did for each of them in their personal life and personal journey. Kinda like what came as a result of that energy? Let's start with yoongles

This was really intresting to me. I think he definitely gained some form of clarity about the situation with that sun card. The 5 of cups tells me that either he was kinda forced to confront some of his flaws in a way that he was trying to avoid or he had to consciously let go of something dear to him? Could be something he had to leave behind because it crumbled with the tower moment but he didn't see it coming or didn't know that it was time to part with it? With that queen of wands though fits beautifully with the sun! Its like he's found warmth after a long winter. Definitely found a spark of compassion and generosity from a place of happiness and love rather than anger, fear, obligation or pitty.

I asked for clarity cards/ anything else that may 13th signified bringing in and we got the 2 of cups and 10 of swords. I have two thoughts. Either he let go of a relationship that he was already in because he didn't feel as though they were particularly compatible anymore (Also ties into the above section) OR the 13th had made him very much consciously aware of his soulmates incoming status and he is now preparing and working on himself for when this person comes. The 10 of swords would be him releasing the past and the pain and any ill fitting behavior that don't vibe with him any longer. Yellow really seems to be working for him by the way.

Soulmate time

Lol. All signs point to his soulmate genuinely starting a new venture. New creative pursuit that will bring them good money. 10 of pentacles is abundance, prosperity and stability. The ace of wands is a new creative spark and passion and it's the first big steps into something new. The 2 of wands is "the world is in the palm of your hands" vibes. Choices need to be made swiftly and with the ace of wands I think they will be. With the heirophant too, it will be a well informed decision because they've been manifesting this and has been searching for all the possible information.

As for clarity, we have the moon. Damn. Soulmates been doing that shadow work. Dredging up all their bullshit and getting rid of it while still taking the time to sit with it and release it so nothing is unresolved. Also probably extra creative due to all the emotional baggage being thrown out. (Definitely helping with the ace of wands vibes tbh)

Now for the bad boys in the middle

The question I asked is what those individual changes (detailed in the last two sections) will bring for the bond and I just can with them. These fuckers. I am so invested in their love story bc it's so... them? And just so fucking ROMANTIC. UGH I CAN'T.

Back to the point. High priestess, 4 of wands and the lovers. The high priestess is deep knowing and insane intuition, the 4 of wands is the purest joy and marriage and the lovers is well, the lovers.a magical union.

FUCK DUDE I NEED THIS TO BE A ROMCOM.

For the row of bottom cards

I asked if they had anything at all to add so I'm gonna explain each card individually bc I think they could be individual tid bits of shit.

Knight of coins is good news about finances/ money looking promising and organized work (also dependability!!). Death is all about transformation, the beginning of a new chapter and accepting in order to move foward. Ace of coins is spiritual and material abundance and also a reminder to keep grounded. Page of swords is confidence, important news coming and really good insight! Roots out secrets or hidden things like a truffle pig. The star is promising potential, healing and guidance from an enexpected place. The two of cups is a soul connection, love, intuition especially in regards to another person and a good bind. The emperor is self awareness, foresight, fearlessness to achieve a goal and confidence. Eight of coins rev is poor discipline and skating by on low effort.

Now to the sides!

Yoongi is the left, soulmate is the right.

So, let's begin with yoongi. The first two cards are anything he wants to say to his soulmate. Wheel of fortune and three of swords reverse. I take this as "its all in divine time/ it's destiny" (wheel of fortune) and "trust your intuition. It's okay to get hurt, you just need to remember you can always pick yourself up" (3of swords rev.)

We have now cards that I asked what he was learning through this process/ in this time. Be positive and first step.

The last two cards are affirmations he wants to give his soulmate.

"When I introduce joy to a situation, I change the vibrational frequency of what's happening around me" and "directing my focus onto what's thriving creates more of what I want"

Now for soulmates cards (same structure)

Strength and eight of swords. "You're stronger than you think. Take every part of yourself and acknowledge it. You're a force to be reckoned with" (strength) and (soulmate snapped at him on this) "the only thing holding you captive is you."

Now we have peer pressure (I think soulmate is learning to say "fuck you" and "fuck off" to people who have a set idea of how everyone should be living their lives), emotional healing and open your arms to receiving.

Then we have "its good to feel good" (lol I feel like yoongi definitely needs this one) and "when I connect to the spiritual realm, I open the door to recieve divine guidance, clear direction, and great wisdom"

The last stretch my friends.

So. Completion, leave behind the things that no longer serve you. Exist in the present and don't keep mulling over the past or any future happenings. Magic, pay attention to the magic around you. Listen for the signs of the universe and take them as they come (essentially listen to divine guidance) . Be open minded but logical as well. Luminous warrior, try focusing on the good in yourself instead of berating yourself for every small flaw. Spiritual path, self explanatory. The blade, your power can be a weapon when used willy nilly (most often wounding the wielder) or it can heal. Don't fear it but also consider how you choose to utilize it. The give away, be greaful for the sake of being greatful for it, not because you want something in return. The rain maker, manifestation station. Create with the tools you have because you have everything you need in order to manifest. "Don't take life personally"

Now we have heaven sent.

""Let yourself be helped" assistance is coming your way so act on it and say yes"

" This Oracle also comes with the message that you are to trust in the things that you feel and say to others without knowing why. It moves them. You might not understand, but through trust you are allowing yourself not to overthink and censor yourself. As such you are able to become a vessel through which the spiritual gift can be passed on to others. Don't block yourself. Let life happen through you. Only benefit can come from this."

And free from judgment, free to love

" If you have been asking life for a solution to a specific difficulty you have been having, this Oracle comes with the message that a solution is in gestation right now. This situation is already being sorted out and the resolution will come to fruition very soon. Hold tight and wait for the eminent birth of that resolution."

" This Oracle also brings you a message about love. You may find that you are loving, or soon will love, in a different way. You may worry about this love, given that it defies what you have known or been taught about love. Perhaps you are becoming able to love another tremendously, even though you don't have much of a personal relationship with them. You might question if this love is real. It is real Kama it is just happening at a different level to the love and attachment you experience when you are involved in a personal relationship with someone. It is not more or less, it is just a different facet of love. It may be that you are opening up to love the planet and her creatures, including the animals, the ocean dwelling life, your own body, the trees and so on, more than before period you may feel passionately purposeful about giving your time and energy to causes that protect and nurture the Earth and her creatures. You are affirmed in this love too. The universal mother is operating through you to nurture life. She will support you in your work, so that you can continue To come from love and not become drained, depleted or lost in despair or fear of futility. Instead, you will be energised and expanded by your dedicated service to life."

" Finally, this Oracle has a message for those who may be feeling alone or lonely in a need of greater nurturing from others. You are asked to stop, relax, centre and settle into your body to feel your connection with life itself. The air in your lungs is the same as the air that moves through the trees. The water in your blood is the same water that fills the oceans and is moved by the phases of the moon. The flesh of your body is the same substance as the body of the Earth itself. The heat in your digestive system is the same fire and heat as that from the Sun. Feel this connection, then do something nice for another without agenda. Make a donation, even if just a small one, smile, say a prayer, sent out a good thought or make a wish for another. That's it. You have connected to life again and in doing so, life can connect with you. And so it shall.

And that's all for the cards but but but.

Someone (either my guide or yoongi) was like, "do a song. Do a song. Do a song." And I was like, "oki doki, sounds good.

So I asked what numbers I should try refreshing and then it hit me. The number 14 came up before the reading and it seemed a bit misplaced? So I did 14 shuffles and look what popped up

You gotta be fucking with me.

Istg these fools will actually be the death of me dude. Euphoria is so romantic and I lowkey feels like it describes a bit of what their bond must be like.

YOONGGGIIII

Anyway,

I came back to the platform to be like, "thanks homie" and it was weird bc he was practically pure energy? Like usually I visualize his energy as what his physical body looks like because it's easier to comprehend? But nope, he was just a big shimmery glob of energy.

As I was going to disconnect, a few things happened. I felt tingly and the platform was vibrating almost? So I was like, "hold on, what the fuck is this?"

And then

It hit me

"MIN YOONGI IS YOUR SOULMATE HERE??"

I could tell this fuckin asshole was smug even in his blue glob form.

The color was... blue like yoongi but also a light lavender/ pink kinda vibe. Pretty damn distinct.

I was so stoked and I thought we'd all get to chat and I could yell at his soulmate for being an elusive asshat

But Mr smug butt had different plans.

My dude dropped a little marble thing in my hand and I was like ??? And he was like, "you'll know when you need it" and I was like ?????

My guide took pity on me and said, "it's just a representation on information that you've been given but it isn't the proper time to unpack it yet"

Cool cool so like and energetic zip file that will release itself whenever it damn well pleases? Cool cool cool.

(Asshole)

Anyway, I genuinely think that my excitement of this whole situation must somehow also influence how yoongis energy handles my prodding? Like what the fuck is this marble bullshit?

To top it all off, he gives me a friendly shove off of his platform.

Thanks, buddy.

Now we are here. And as always, I'm left with more questions.

My main take away is that amay 13th through July 28th will be all the foundation and ground work and December 28th 2021 through May 10th (11th? 9th?) 2022 will be a more likely time for physical union and actual relationship stuffs.

Anyone who knows more about astrology please feel free to chime in on this whole Jupiter in Pisces bit! My understanding is super surface level!!

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That was a big boi and now my thumbs hurt real bad. Hope you were entertained by the chaos.

[undervaluedagent]

hey hi hey! what are your favourite songs + episodes?? :D

Putting the episodes first because I decided to go on a music nerd tangent later on. And honestly, I don't know what my favorite episodes would be (I like them all), so I think I'll just talk about of all of them.

Also this response got long as fuck so I'm doing a readmore.

Creativity: Man the puppets from back then are interesting to look back on XD. Mad at Sketchpad for trying to kill Yellow Guy's creativity (even though other teachers tried to straight-up kill him). That boy's clown painting was good! ;-; Also am I the only one who keeps rewinding to when Duck says his favorite color is red? He sounds so enthusiastic about it! Then the main thing of the episode, I interpreted it as conveying that we're told to be creative, but only within certain boundaries. This also reminds me, the fandom has some trouble characterizing Sketchpad. @/gnomeniche has a post about it somewhere too, but basically Sketch is a straight-edge jerk and just because they're nonviolent doesn't make them nice. Aaaaand of course there were those people who made them all murder-happy. They're the exact kind of people Sketch would despise, I'm afraid XD.

Time: I just realized I have very little to say about that episode 'cause it was a pretty straightforward one, but it had a nice song and the fish joke was funny, so was the "It's time to go to time." It also took me a while to realize that Red decayed too (I think), I thought his ass was really long lived and just kept growing more and more hair. The ending is really weird and I still don't know what exactly to make of it, we know they're in a simulation by now but yk.

Love: Just an overall nice episode, the friendship moments were sweet. As I say later, I like the song, and I refuse to ever, ever call Shrignold a butterfly. That is a baby pigeon always and forever. Probably the most horrifying part of the episode was the salmonella /j. Also, I believe in the Shrignold was Michael theory, not really sure why they'd just make that weird story up unless it related to something XD. And I think it ties in with a LoveBird fanfiction that was recently started, think it only has one chapter as of now but I'm enjoying it, first chap is from Shrig's pov (it doesn't explicitly mention Michael or anything tho).

Computer (or whatever it's called): Colin is best boy goddamnit and I talk abt this later but he did nothing wrong. Song fucks too ofc. I also love how done with life Red is the whole time, and the "wow, look, nothing!" Unfortunately I don't really have much to say abt the episode, I just like it.

Health/Food: Oh boy. This episode. What I would consider the only scary DHMIS episode (sorry, the rest are just interesting). The way Duck is so scared the whole time breaks my heart and makes me fear for him, the Steak Guy creeps me the ever-loving fuck out, and the music. Okay. So the lyrics are super weird, often contradictory or just plain wrong in a way they aren't in any other episode, which is super off-putting, and the rest of the time they're just obviously incomplete. You're like, what the hell are these mfs doing??? And the audio breaks when the phone calls come through, with the creepy-ass ambiance, it's so unsettling! Audio is a key piece if you're trying to scare me. DHMIS 5 certainly suceeds in that. And of course the actual stuff that happens. Oh my god. Best episode if you're a real horror guy.

Dreams: Intro is heartbreaking of course, poor Yellow Guy, but what a power move for him to just turn the light back off when the teacher first shows up! It didn't work but it was still a power move! Red Guy is such a nerd XD, and that guy who was like "Well, that's rude. No clothes" well okay then, maybe should've kept your clothes on bro. (Also wtf is with their office building why does the staircase look like that). The presence of the teachers extends to outside the simulator, as seen with the mic and box radio thing. That's interesting. And people don't tend to notice this, but Red Guy himself popped on the screen briefly when he was going through buttons on the thingy. Man the lore implications. (Also a very merry piss off to that one guy who theorized that Duck showing up on the screen was a sign that he wasn't real and that he's replacable XD.) Roy was certainly creepy here, but my bigger question is, doesn't stretching like that hurt his arm? Oh and also the rebooted guys are cute <3

Jobs: I kin Red Guy rn. I too wish I was doing Nothing Day. But back to the point, the autism in this episode was so high. Someone else pointed out it was a lot like masking, and yeah that's definitely what Yellow and Red were doing HARDCORE. Also I don't really ship Yellow x Claire partially for this reason, I just don't trust that Yellow was able to be himself at all just due to the work environment and stuff. (Also Yellow's aro.) I don't hate the ship ofc, that's just my thoughts on it. And Duck in the elevator, that part was great. Having him be presented with a stupid emotion chart and be like I don't know these emotions and knock it over was also an autism moment, as was being spoken over and told what your feelings are for you. That Stress song was stressful for sure and I felt bad for Duck the whole time, and I do not like the Carehound bc it brainwashed Duck. I am protective of my boy Duck. Anyway, at the end of the episode, Duck and the gang got a pound. In the next episode, when Larry goes on his little spiel about what happens after we die, he says they get a pound every time they get it right. I guess they only got it right for one episode, huh? (I guess it's also the only episode aside from 6 where the teacher didn't fucking die.)

Death: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. These guysssss. They can't live without each other! They love each other! Also I have beef with Coffin for the exact same reason I have beef with Sketchpad (stifling Yellow's creativity), but Coffin has a soothing voice so I don't care. I've also made a post abt how Duck was affected by the episode that I'm not gonna repeat here. I would say poor Stain Edwards, but like...I'm protective of Duck and I really don't want them replacing my boy so I kinda fear them. Memories is gut-wrenching ofc. And Big Day is the song that actually led to me getting into the series.

Family: *foams at the mouth* I'm going to hit Red's family with a truck and the creepy family with a truck and decide what to do with Roy but probably hit him with at least half a truck. (Partly joking, ik the twins are kids and there's prob something more to them.) Something I never see being talked about but I really enjoy is how the FAULBCHDT song is foreshadowing for the fact that the twins and their family aren't actually a real family. Still mad that Red felt like he had to apologize for being happy. The fact that Toddney managed to hypnotize Yellow Guy to sleep makes me wonder what the actual fuck is wrong with these two, and the fact that after the others leave Yellow Guy keeps asking where they are hurts me, also shows how he's got his awareness on. I am So Confused on how to feel about Roy at the end of this! I'm so confused about how to feel abt him in general actually! God I need to see him with batteries so bad.

Friendship: Wow. I dislike Warren so much, so like congratulations for making a well-written hatable character! (I don't hate him tho, for me a prerequisite for actually hating a fictional character is bad writing which isn't present here.) So happy about the Colin cameo in this episode, he's so cute (also he was adorable in Dreams but I forgot to mention that earlier). And the implications of Yellow Guy's maiden name being Rat-Eyes, that implies that his last name was never Gribbleston, which makes me think that Lesley's last name was passed on to the kid, which makes her full name Lesley Rat-Eyes, which I find hilarious. I have to wonder if the trio would've actually taken Warren to a restaurant style meal if he hadn't fucked up. Probably not. But it's nice(?) that the other two tricked Warren into helping anyways. Also the part that truly made me dislike Warren? Him being a dick to Shy Imaginary Older Brother. For reading slow and having difficulty with passwords. Very similar reason to why Warren was "defending" Yellow Guy. Warren doesn't care about jackshit, he just wants to be a hero and be fucking worshipped for doing...whatever the hell it is. Bro would totally bully me. Songs are good, fight scene is hilarious.

Transport: Absolutely amazing episode, I don't even know if I could explain because I feel like so many people have done so better than me, but anyways the end shattered my heart to pieces, actually a lot of the episode did, these poor fucking puppets. Honestly I'm really tired rn tho and pretty much everyone and their dog has talked about this ep so I'm not gonna explain further.

Electricity: Also an amazing episode, I was rewatching at some point and you can find it through the "#i'm rewatching episode 6 rn" tag (I'll tag this post with it so you can find it more easily), and I put a lot of thoughts in there, but I didn't say anything about Lesley, that funky woman. Her laughs at things that aren't funny and doesn't give straight answers swag is beginning to captivate me. It's making me wonder if she's the reason for this series' more comedic tone in comparison to the webseries. Also very curious what's above her ofc. I'd love to have a conversation with her and try to get an answer to literally anything.

I like every song from DHMIS. One of my favorites from the webseries would have to be the one from Love because it's super soothing when you ignore the context (and has the most actual singing which is important for me as a choir nerd), and also has an interesting chord progression with the frequency of its C augmented chords. The other fave from the webseries would have to be Computer (idek if that's the right name XD), because Colin is my favorite teacher, he's my special little guy who did nothing wrong and also the song is a whole vibe. Honestly I don't think he meant to harm anyone. I mean, ig there's debate on if anyone did, but Colin specifically? Definitely not.

As for the TV series, I really like the Electricity somg because first of all Electracey is my second favorite teacher, and second of all it's a banger, especially with the electric guitar parts. Plus everyone's just vibing! It's nice! I like the FAULBCHDT song because it's funny (I love how Duck is like wtf is this the whole time) and also vocal-heavy, the Worm In Your Brain song because it's rlly soothing, and Duck's Family song because it tears my heart out and eats it every time! Duck baby! He feels the need to pretend that he isn't lonely and that he's tough even when nobody's around, dearest it's okay to say you miss them we all know you love those other guys.

Side tangent, there are a total of four songs in DHMIS that aren't in what I consider a childlike key (just a key that many children's songs are in) (which I consider to be F major to A major on the circle of 5ths (so F, C, G, D, and A major)). These songs are the Stress song, which the melody is so weird that I don't want to bother pinning down a key (I think that's intentional bc it's ironically supposed to be a stressful song), but is definitely not in one of the earlier keys, the Memories song, which is in C major for part of it, but switches into what is likely C dorian (similar to C minor but with a natural 6th), but could also be G minor (probably not tho), the Worm In Your Brain song, in B major, and the Transport song, also in B major.

Aside from the Transport song, which is sung by an old man (so it makes sense for it to be in a less kiddish key), all the songs here have something to do with feelings, the Stress song with the feeling of, well, stress, Memories with grief, and Worm In Your Brain with anxiety and self-doubt. Also, all of these songs are from the new series. I feel like there's a connection to be made here but I'm sick and thus a bit stupid and can't explain it.

Holy shit this whole thing took like two hours to answer because I have chronic writes way too much and then gets distracted syndrome