#but like your ocs are so goddam cool!!!!

[drawingvvitch]

hai i saw u were taking rqs 🥹 i can offer this girly over here but if u are not up to drawing ancients i can also offer this silly little iterator

i tried to draw your ancient and couldn't </3 :*[[[[[[[

[tasmanianstripes]

Maybe it's the result of my main fandom for the majority of my life being one where canon just genuinely doesn't exist, where there are so many different canons and literally any sort of interpretation of a single character is correct and can range from a moronic maniac with a chainsaw to a depressed old asshole boss, but

Literally who gives a fuck about canon?

Especially when the character is practically a blank slate or if it's an AU

Like, I'm sorry, but if you're butthurt about a mischaracterisation of a fictional character in an Alternative Universe then I don't think you understand what an AU is

[bearlytolerant]

Fandom: Starfield

Pairing: Delgado x OC

Chapter rating: M

Chapter: 7

This is part 3 and the final part of the Bannoc IV chapters. More on AO3 or start at the Beginning.

It’s late and alcohol buzzes in his veins as he palms the nav table with slumped shoulders. There’s a brunette sucking him off that he’d brought back from The Last Nova. It’s been three weeks of worrying and he needs to find pockets of relaxation. So, the brunette offered relief and a blow job’s a blow job. He’s never been too picky about it before. But this one? It’s not that it’s bad and it could be categorized as pretty good. It’s just not—it simply is not her. It’s not great.

Delgado grits his teeth together and vacantly stares as the red lights in the command center flicker. Fucking annoying. He’s losing focus. But he shouldn’t have to concentrate this hard. It’s a goddam blow job. Shouldn’t he be thoughtless and less tense by now? Maybe if he just imagines the mischievous glint in her eyes or the feel of her teal strands in his grasp the tension might unravel. He closes his eyes to paint her picture but it’s blocked by flickering orange behind his eyelids. Flicker. Flicker. Suck. The suction is pleasurable but his mind is so fickle, and he falls flaccid with the languid lathing of the pirate’s tongue. Fuck, he can’t even remember this one’s name.

He backs up and tugs her off. Teeth scrape against sensitive skin and he winces. “Go.”

“But I—”

Raised finger like the reaper, he points at the fated door, his pants bunching around his ankles. The pirate doesn’t even huff right as they saunter from the room. Delgado yanks up his pants, and strolls those few steps to the exit. He marches down the stairs to the command center. There’s not a single glance spared in the direction of the displaced pirate.

The trip to ship services is the same as always minus the interruptions from Murdock. Instead of entering Jazz’s space though, he leans over the counter like any regular customer, waiting for her to notice him at the window. Eyes on her computer screen only, she doesn’t see him there.

He taps the ‘ring for service’ bell once and its jingle echoes throughout the atrium. “Have you heard—”

Jazz sighs and cuts him off. “No, still haven’t heard anything from your precious pirate.” Her brows furrow as she continues typing, the glow of the computer screen highlighting her annoyance.

Naeva barked out a laugh. “Your little friend probably ran off with the money by now. Do you really think someone who steals from you every chance she gets is going to suddenly become loyal? What reason does she have to bring it back here?”

“I hate to agree with Naeva on this one boss,” Jazz says while her fingers clack against the keys. She briefly glances up at him.

“You agree because deep down you know I’m right.” Naeva folds her arms across her chest, leveling a hardened stare at Delgado. “I say you hunt the bitch down and take back what’s ours.”

“Alright, Naeva. That’s enough,” Del says, his tone remaining cool and even. “Jazz. Ready my ship.”

A small smile graces Naeva’s lips and she almost nods approval. “I am leaving The Key in both of your hands while I am away.”

“You are leaving it in good hands.” Naeva’s smile grows bigger.

“Oh and Jazz, I need my ship prepped for Bannoc IV.”

Naeva’s face falls and the clacking of the keys ceases.

“You have got to be fucking joking,” Naeva says, throwing her hands up in the air in disbelief.

“I mean, I do have prototypes of both the ComSpike and conduction grid but they are just that. They are prototypes. I can’t guarantee your safety.”

“I do not tell you often but you should know that I have great faith in your capabilities, Jazz. I do not need the concern. I simply need my ship outfitted with what you have.” He turns away.

“Del,” Naeva reaches out to grasp his wrist.

“I know what you are going to say. But I need you to trust me on this one. Just one last time.”

Naeva releases his wrist with a sigh. “Fine but if you don’t come back—”

“I trust you and the others to take care of the fleet. If I don’t come back, you can say I told you so to the ghost of my memory.”

“Ha. Real funny,” Naeva says, shaking her head.

Jazz sighs. “Well, if you’re sure.”

“I am sure,” Delgado states without hesitation. “So outfit my ship while I gather a crew.”

He exits, heading back to the bunks. Hopefully, he will be able to scrounge up his usual crew and they won’t be too drunk or high.

[penelopetheconartist]

Orange Porch Light : Part 4

Coral Island Fanfiction about Rafael and OC. This is what I do when I'm bored at work so it is not polished. I wrote it to give myself more Rafael content. Plz enjoy!

Coral Island 1.0 is released tomorrow :D

"Oh, you're going to the tavern this evening? Cool I'll see you there", said Pablo. "Rafael you won't go?" Inquired Penelope trying to sound chill because she wanted him to come but the whole point was to get to know other people. Raf shook his head, "nah. Uhm. I like my quiet evenings." Penelope nodded, “that's fair. Maybe I'll convince you some other time.” He liked that she didn't push him to go out and he especially liked that she was going to ask him again. “I definitely think people need to get out more”, Pablo said nudging Raf who only rolled his eyes because of course, Pablo will always try to push him to go out. “Alright cool, well I suppose I'll see you guys later.” “Byeeeee”, Pablo said like a dork and Raf just nodded and smiled. As soon as the door shut Pablo turned abruptly to Rafael. “Come out tonight.” “What? no.” “Yes! If you come out, it'll be a group setting and there will be no pressure and you can spend more time with Penelope! And maybe even ask her out!” it was a foolproof plan according to Pablo. “Pablo, it'll be too crowded, and I'll be too uncomfortable to talk to her at all.” “Oh my god, you're killing me. Raf c'mon.” “No.” “C'mon.” “No.” “Come OOONNNNN!” Raf grunted and walked away. “Uuughh,” Pablo lamented. If you don’t ask her out soon someone else will!”

Rafael ignored Pablo and continued working. Their stubbornness infuriated each other.

“Fine! I'll flirt with her tonight! I'll ask her out!” Raf tensed but continued to ignored him and started to hammer away to drown out his stupid brother. Pablo went to change so he could head out to the tavern. As he left, he called out, “don't be surprised if I bring Penelope home tonight. “ In frustration, Raf slammed the hammer as hard as he could and Pablo was gone. He knew Pablo wasn't serious but he aslo knew his brother was charming af and probably could easily win Penelope over. Angry, he went up to his room so he could watch movies alone.

Pablo was sitting with Luke and Alice and called over Penelope as soon as she arrived. Penelope waved and walked to the bar first to grab a beer. She sat with them and both Luke and Alice had so many questions for the new girl. This is exactly what Penelope wanted, to get to know more people than just the blacksmiths she had to see daily because she kept breaking her tools. Pablo attempted to flirt but all his advances fell flat. He was actually pleased because this meant she was seriously into his brother. Luke and Penelope both offered to collect more beers for the table. As soon as they were out of earshot Pablo leaned over to Alice, “I think I need your help.” “With what?” “Raf is head over heels for her and I'm pretty sure she feels the same way about him.” “Awwwwwww!” Alice beamed, “That’s adorable.” “It is until they try to talk to each other,” Pablo stared into the distance remembering the ‘cringe’ he had to witness, “oh my god Alice, Raf is so goddam stubborn.” Alice smiled, “Aww no he's just shy.” Pablo shook his head and leaned back, “same thing.” Alice only giggled. “I couldn't get him to come out tonight. Alice raised a brow, “Yeah he'll never come here on a Friday. Maybe a Tuesday.” Penelope and Luke returned with new drinks. Pablo tried to flirt a few more times but Penelope just didn't react. Alice did and kicked him a few times. A few more people came by to chat with the newcomer. Overall, Penelope had a good night. But as she walked home, she found herself feeling a little sad that Rafael didn't join them, but she didn't blame him. The place was busy and loud, and Penelope drank a little more than she intended so she wouldn't feel overwhelmed. But that was probably enough socializing for the rest of next week. Pablo got in late. The shop was quiet. He crept up the stairs like he always does on Friday. They still worked a half day on Saturday, and he didn't want to wake Raf. Pablo did feel like a dick for saying what he said to Raf and even flirting with Penelope. He decided he’d wake up early to make breakfast to show he was sorry. If Raf was still awake, he'd apologize now. He peeked into Raf's room and there were zero lights. Sometimes he's still up watching a movie on his tablet but not tonight. Alright, Pablo will apologize tomorrow. Pablo woke up before Raf and made breakfast. When Raf joined him in the kitchen Pablo was plating it up. Raf yawned and raked his hand through his messy hair, “what's this?” Pablo sighed, “sorry for what I said yesterday. I was being a dick.” Raf nodded in agreement and sat down to start eating. “Also, I'm sorry I flirted with Penelope last night.” Raf tensed and gripped his fork, he was preparing himself for the worst. Was Penelope about to join them for breakfast? Pablo sat down across from his clearly distraught brother, “you'll be happy to know she did not flirt with me in return. She barely paid attention to me. “ Raf relaxed and finally looked up at Pablo, “really?” Pablo leaned back looking disappointed, “Yeah. That doesn't often happen to me.” Raf just laughed and started eating. They were good now. Penelope arrived a little before they closed in a very good mood. A bit too enthusiasctically she slammed some money on the counter resulting in both her and Rafael jumping just a little.

He smirked slightly confused, “Uh hey. How’s it going?”

Penelope was embarrassed for slamming the money, “Hey. It’s going good. I got paid!!!”

“Ah”, his smile brightened, “congratulations.”

“Thanks! I’d like to get a new pickaxe! … please”, she added because she was taught to always be polite.

Pablo could hear them chatting from the other room, so he decided to eavesdrop.

Rafael was getting a work order ready for Penelope and tried to make conversation, “did you have fun last night?” “Yeah, uhm, Pablo seemed to have a little too much last night.” “Oh?” “Yeah. I think he was flirting with me but everything he said was so cheesy.” Pablo stayed in the other room as now he was slightly offended. Rafael just laughed, “he can get flirty when he drinks. And when he’s sober… He’s just flirty. Harmless really.” Harmless??!! Pablo was more offended. Penelope sighed in relief, “Oh good.” Raf’s heart did a happy dance because Penelope is NOT interested in his brother, “Hey so I’ll have this new pickaxe ready sometime this week. Is that okay?

Penelope was so excited to have money and new things, “that’s perfect!”

Her enthusiasm was endearing, and Rafael couldn’t stop smiling as she left.

[cartoon-angerr]

"The talent you hold at your age” HELLO WE ARE BOTH THE SAME AGE 🙄🙄🙄

I’m trying not to scream right now, bonté divine /pos

Mary

Hi.

When I first saw your art style I was so mesmerised. You don’t imagine. If you wrote and illustrated your own comic I would buy it 100%. I could literally start a fandom for your OCs because everything you make is just so cool. I know I’m sensitive but how the fuck and why did I cry for those two gay fly characters of yours. I love the universe you created and I also love hearing you ramble about it on call. It’s so much fun. And for some reason you always find the perfect headcanons for the MSM monsters?! Troll Whisp forever in our hearts

You are also very funny and for some reason you managed to become one of my closest friends in like. Two months what the fuck how absurd because EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU IS BEAUTIFUL, YOU ARE AN AMAZING PERSON 🥹 I would kiss you rn /platonically

Also goddam you need to teach me anatomy HOW ARE YOU SO GOOD AT IT. There’s just something about your art style that makes it so unique, you always add your own silliness and personality in your drawings, they’re always so scrumptious and creative. So crunchy. I wish I had the money to commission you because if I had, you would definitely be my first choice in commissioning. I’m not even joking or trying to be nice, that’s the truth.

Saying this once again: you are the greatest of the greatest and I’m very happy you came to my DMs and randomly asked "Hi lol I have a genuine question, what’s up with LillMae". I immediately knew you were awesome since the first day we ever spoke to each other. Stay who you are Mary.

But in the meantime!!! My Maryphobia is STILL HERE and it’s BECAUSE OF OUR FIGHT. THAT I GOT BANNED ON INSTAGRAM. FOR THREE DAYS. THREE. DAYS. Whenever you respond to my stories you always find a good excuse to disrespect me and my favourite oven. So I seriously hope that tonight, the demon under your bed grabs your ankle and drags you into whatever void or nothingness it lives in. Wishing you never come back!!

I love treez. Sjes like my numebr one nemesis and i hate her the same we love eachother so much (platomgic) and we would kill eschother

[multiversxwhore]

☾☾☾Hello! Hope you enjoy what you’re about to read, I would appreciate it if you like, and reblog my work here on tumblr. Please do not share my work anywhere else, and if you see it has been, or someone is claiming the work as their own please tell me. My master list is pinned to my page if you wish to see more! ☽☽☽

Pairing: Edward Cullen x black!oc

warnings: slight parent pressure triggers(idk if that’s a real warning but I’m just throwing it out there), Edward being…Edward.

wc: 5k

a/n: idk if I mentioned this before, but all the stuff in italics is oc reading other peoples thoughts, or Edward, and oc communicating via mind reading. Her and and Edward specifically switches between physical talking and mental talking quite often.

Chapter. 2

You’d be surprised how quickly I adjusted, and became “friends” with Edward Cullen. He usually asks me as many questions during class because then I disappear after that, and at lunch he’ll ask me to sit with him and his family. Every time I say no, I think he is starting to get fed up with me, Edward has stopped asking nicely. He stopped politely working with me in class, and sometimes he’ll shove things in my hands. He is literally throwing a tantrum, and today I’m sick of trying to be patient. If he thought I’d sit by quietly and let him be a dick to me, boy is he wrong.

Today during lunch after I got my tray of food, I sat it at my table with Bella, and walked straight up to the Cullens. Emmet of course found this amusing, Jasper, and Alice had a quizzical look on their faces. Rosalie’s eyes brow pulled upward, a challenging glare in her eyes. Though she’s the least of my concern, I walked straight up to Edward, and pulled up a seat. I smiled at him flashing my teeth, I picked up his uneaten slice of pizza and ripped a piece off ferociously. He watched me with wide eyes unsure what to say or do, this was the first time I’ve directly addressed him since his attitudinal behavior all week. I stared right back in his eyes, today they looked dramatically differently than last week, which I made note of for later.

I don’t know what the hell your problem is, but I don’t appreciate your attitude. I’m not going to play your game of sit still look pretty so you can poke at me like I’m some kind of experiment. I don’t have to answer not one goddam question of yours, now if you want to get to know me then do that, but I am not a fucking FAQ page. His eyes flickered over to someone behind me, I could feel them burning holes through my head, but they remained silent.

“Edward.” I snapped at him using my voice, his eyes snapped back to me, a fiery gaze burning brightly.

I heard you Eden, I’m sorry. I didn’t think I was upsetting you, all you had to do was say so. He had taken my hand into his, his slender fingers ice cold to the touch, I didn’t snatch my hand away, not because of that, but because I enjoyed it. I hated that I enjoyed it.

“…tool.” I mumble getting up from the table, clearly he found this funny from the way he chuckled lightly.

“Was– was that an argument or?” Emmet asked, I rolled my eyes getting up from the table, when my back is half way, Edward calls out to me.

“Eden.” I paused momentarily, curious to hear what he had to say. I really am sorry… I nodded my head, and continued walking back to my table. Bella gave me a questioning look, she’d been watching the whole thing, and I’m sure the rest of the cafeteria were too.

“What was that about?” She asked, her salad half eaten, and her juice untouched. Her fingers fiddled with the plastic form as she stabbed at the lettuce.

“Oh that? He stuck me with a project to do, it’s all cool though. So what’s the development on you, and that Jake guy?” I asked, wanting to change the subject, she easily transitions at the mention of her childhood friend. A small smile on her lips, I didn’t bother looking into her thoughts, it was easy to tell Bella really liked this guy.

“He’s super cool, like the coolest. He actually invited me to the beach with him, and his friends. You should come…if you’re not too busy with Edward.” Her voice coming out as a tease at the end, here I thought my interactions with the Cullen boy were small, and low key. We only ever talked, sometimes at my locker, other times outside in the parking lot. All of these times it would be away from the rest of his family, except Emmet of course who had also become quite fond of Edwards, and I “friendship.” However, nothing seems to get past those eyes of hers.

“You surf?” I asked, Bella’s face scrunched up, and shook her head. If she only knew how many times I’ve tripped on my own feet. She thought to herself, a memory of her slipping down the driveway flashed by, and I snorted.

“Shut up, I’m going because…he asked me to, and why would I say no? I’ve got nothing else to do.” But mostly because Jacob is cute Bella thought, my lips turning upward, I rarely smile, but this brings me a certain kind of joy.

“Sure I’m in, when is it?” I took a bite of her uneaten veggie burger, I knew she wasn’t going to eat it when she picked it.

“Saturday…I was supposed to ask you already but it slipped my mind.” She shrugged nonchalantly, it didn’t bother me either, I didn’t have anything to do tomorrow.

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As I leaned against my locker, Edward approached me, an unreadable expression on his face, and his mind closed off from me. “Edward.” I greeted his eyes with a beautiful honey color like Jasper’s. I hated how pretty they all were, even the way he smelled, like warm vanilla, and his skin was so pale it seemed almost…silver.

“Eden, how are you?” A simple question, but his tone suggested he had much more to say.

“I’m okay, ready for the day to be over.” I lifted my head to look him in the eyes, for a moment he watched me back. Not trying to read me, but just looking at me. His eyes scanned my whole face, tracing the curves of my cheeks, and lips. Edwards' eyes moved back up to mine, a gaze so intense I couldn’t take it, so I opted to watch the students passing by in the hall. Some of them gave us weird looks, others ignored us.

“Do you want to hang out?” His voice came out a bit robotic, and emotionless. Yeah he’s definitely not normal, why was he acting so funny?

“Um…it depends, where are we going?” I asked, his head lowered in my direction as if he couldn’t hear me from where he stood. Edward is incredibly tall, maybe 6ft, but then again I’m really short. Everyone is taller than me.

“I was thinking we could go see a movie, I’m not sure if you like drama, but a remastered version of Van Helsing is showing at the theater.” The mention of the popular vampire hunter sent a weird feeling through me, like I should have remembered something, and it’s right on the top of my tongue.

“Uh, when?” I asked, I turned to him to find that he had moved somewhat closer to me. Edward wasn’t too put off by the close distance between us, he inhaled me deeply, and I honestly didn’t know how to feel about this. I’ve been so out of touch with anyone my own age, and boys in general.

“Saturday, I figured since we have a project for film history, it would be a perfect opportunity to get ahead of the curve.” I wanted to say no, I already said I was going to hang out with Bella, and Jacob. That tugging sensation, it had to be Jasper, I turned my head to scout for him, but Edward grabbed my hand.

“Don’t make me beg Eden.” The corners of his lips turned upward, his voice velvety soft. Has he always sounded like that? I don’t think so, Edward is usually so hot, and cold like he can’t make up his mind about how he feels. It was hard to keep up with sometimes, and now, he’s flirting with me?

“Uh…sure, yea okay.” Why the fuck did I just agree to that? I look up at Edward, he smiles satisfied with my answer, and just when I was going to question him about my sudden change in emotions he pulls back.

“What did you just do to me?” I asked, his thick eyebrows scrunched together in confusion.

“What are you talking about Eden? I’ve just been talking to you this whole time.” He casually dismissed any thoughts of doubt I had, his tone even, and not an ounce of suspicious behavior.

“Make sure to text me your address so I can pick you up, see you Saturday.” Just like that he walked off, as I watched him retreat I felt my stomach flip, and tingle. Oh I did not like where this “thing” is going between me, and Edward. I didn’t intend to have a crush on anyone at this school, here I am wishing he’d come back and touch me again. Wishing he’d come back and stand even closer to me, I hated it. But I loved it at the same time.

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It didn’t occur to me that I had ditched Bella for Edward, and that he’d have to meet my father until my alarm went off at 7 am.

“Shit, maybe she won’t be upset I’m not going? Maybe my dad won’t even notice me leaving?” It also didn’t occur to me that Edward only knew about my abilities, both my parents are gifted as well.

“Fuck, this is not good.” I mumble to myself, I’m not sure which issue to tackle first, Bella or my dad.

“Eden? It’s 7am.” Bella groggily answers the phone, I roll my eyes, how blessed she is to not have a drill Sergeant for a parent.

“Bad news…something came up, and I can't hang at the beach today.” The phone was silent for a while, I thought she had fallen back asleep, but suddenly her voice fizzled through.

“Edward?” Bella asked, I can hear the smirk turning up on her lips, how the hell did she know?

“Okay asshole, maybe it’s not him.” I tried to think of an excuse, but she’s far too smart for that.

“Eden! Are you awake yet? Breakfast is getting cold!” My fathers voice booming through the house, I groaned as I rolled out of bed. The chill of Forks seeping into the cracks of my widow, and biting my skin.

“Maybe I decided to hang out with him today.” I threw on a giant hoodie, and a pair of sweatpants. I am not a morning person, if it were up to me, I’d sleep till noon. I slipped my feet into my favorite pair of bunny slippers, and dragged myself down stairs.

“That’s totally a date, and now you’re in love.” She teased me, Jesus she was relentless this morning, I don’t get this much out of her at school.

“And this is the part where I hang up on you Swan.” My father’s back is turned to me as he makes his cup of coffee, but I knew he was listening. He’s probably been listening since I picked up the phone to call her. Not an ounce of privacy in this damn house.

“See ya, don’t hurt his feelings too bad.” I nearly choked on my eggs from that last comment, immediately I hung up the phone. I sat quietly shoving food into my mouth as an excuse not to talk. He slowly turned to me, a curious look in his eyes, but he didn’t engage in conversation.

“I hope you don’t plan on skipping your training this morning? It’s important we stay consistent Eden.” He takes a sip of his coffee, my father is not oke for jokes, and since I’m approaching my 18th birthday he’s moved even further away from me emotionally. That doesn’t stop me from cracking one anyway, it’s more so for my own sanity.

“Huh, what’s the difference between, divine timing, and fate?” I paused waiting for him to answer, I wanted to warn Edward I did, but of course he’d see that coming. My father just watched me, a blank expression on his face, I swallowed down pancakes with orange juice behind it.

“There isn’t a difference, they overlap each other.” He answered, he couldn’t help himself, my father is too much of a smart ass.

“Exactly my point.” I said meaning back into my seat, my hand resting on my stomach.

“But you didn’t make a point.” Did I mention he’s terribly argumentative with me?

“Of course I did, you just weren’t paying attention father. My point is, it doesn’t matter whether I’m consistent with training or not if it’s fate for me to be a warrior. It’ll happen anyway right?” I stood up from my seat, placed my dishes in the sink, and moon walked back towards the stairs. An annoyed look etched onto my fathers features, “That’s not how it works Eden.”

“Mhm sure dad, well I’ll be ready in a minute.” I rushed out the last part, quickly I turned and ran up the stairs not giving him a chance to argue back.

My phone buzzed with a text message from Edward, I rolled my eyes, throwing the phone down, not having the energy to deal with him yet. The phone buzzed again, I puffed out air as I fell back on the bed.

Edward: Eden, you didn’t forget about today did you?

Edward: don’t ignore me 😏

I groaned, breathing heavily, why is he so annoying? Who raised him to be like this?

Eden: no I didn’t forget, calm down. 😒

Edward: Make sure you wear something cozy, it’s particularly chilly out, wouldn’t want you to freeze.

I rolled my eyes again, I felt like they were going to fall out of my skull at this point, I threw the phone down. The cold doesn’t bother me, but he doesn’t know that. I walked over to my closet looking through my clothes. I really hated training, especially with my father. He never knew when to stop, and usually we ended up arguing. He pushed me so much with the whole “destiny” thing.

Regardless I deal with it, because I didn’t have a choice, or at least that’s what it felt like. Once I turn 18 I’m out of here, it’s something I don’t think about often, my dad's abilities keep me from thinking about the future. Being unpredictable is the only way past his defenses. After a quick hot shower, I throw my clothes on, and head out into the back yard. From there I follow my dad deep into the thick forest, away from any human life.

“Speed test first?” I asked, my tone dull, and uninterested.

“No, I think we should try flight today.” He pulled out a digital watch, and attached it to my wrist. I fidget with it, adjusting the settings, my father takes a step back giving me room. I flexed my shoulders, and out came my wings, apparently they’re twice the size of an adult Angel. They’re quite dense, but since I’ve had them since I turned 10, I’m used to the weight. I inhale sharply, my lungs stinging, and my nostrils flaring. I crouch down onto the forest floor, dead leaves, insects, and moss everywhere. My father counts down from 10, my mind clearing, and my heart racing. I loved flying, it felt amazing, and freeing. Like I didn’t have such a heavy burden on my shoulders…

At the count of one, I take off pushing myself off the ground with effort, the earth shaking underneath me. Within seconds I can see the clouds, and seconds after that I’m above them. A beautiful, perfect site, nothing in the world like it. My watch beeps rapidly as it tries to catch up with my take off speed, the numbers are still rolling by. My wings flap lightly keeping me up, the wind from here could freeze spit. I looked at my watch to see I had broken my record from last time, I smiled proudly. “Yea this should rock the old man for sure.”

I relax my body letting myself free fall for a few feet, as I come closer to the trees, I let the wind pick up under my wings giving me a soft landing.

“Effortless dad…effortless.” He looked at his own watch, impressed with my numbers, but of course he had something to say.

“Your take off needs to be smoother, you keep that up, and you might injure other people. This isn’t just about how high you can go, it’s about controlling yourself Eden, and if you can’t control yourself people can die.” His voice stern, and his arms folded, his eyes watched me over the rim of his glasses. I groaned, my hands pressed to my face in frustration, yet again he’s pushing away from me.

“Spare me the attitude, okay, we don’t have to do this. We don’t have to train to get better so that when battle comes everyone on this planet dies at the hands of our laziness!” He shouted at me, I hated when he got loud, it was his way of showing authority. It’s like he forgets I’m his child.

“You don’t know that for sure!” I shouted back, my hands balled into fist, my nails digging into my palms.

“I’ve seen it! I’ve seen all the outcomes, I’m never wrong Eden, that’s the point of absolution!” Gah! What a prick!

“5% dad, there’s 5% chance things could change! But you never try! You’re always right because you always do things your way based on your own visions! That’s stupid! You’re choosing that path just because it’s in front of you!” I didn’t mean to but I stomped my foot like a child, he got to me so easily, and I hated it.

“That’s a small percentage to bet the whole world on Eden, it’s selfish.”

“You wanna know what’s selfish, is forcing us to live here! I hate it here okay! I. Hate. It. Here! Did you see that hm? Did you know I’d never wanted to leave our home just to come to this shit hole? I bet you did. That’s selfish.” Tears streamed down my cheeks, the wind blowing ferociously, but I didn’t care, I felt nothing at the moment.

“It’s your destiny to be a guardian Eden, that’s what we’re literally made to do.”

“Fuck destiny, because if I can’t choose my life, I’d rather not live at all.” I said, my voice low, and my tone was bitter. My father gasped, that was a forbidden phrase, and mindset. I just said it out loud, my father stepped forward, wordless. I think I broke him this time.

“Eden…” Was all he mustered, but I no longer wanted to hear anything he had to say. I shot off the ground harder than I did before, flying back to the house, and into my room through my open window. I was so angry, no, I was furious. Just a few more weeks…October 30th is a few weeks away, and I’ll be 18. I keep telling myself as I rush around the room getting ready, I check myself in the mirror, I reach my hand up to adjust my braids. I dig through my closet for my brush, and hair gel. After I’ve laid my baby hairs the way I want them, I sigh heavily. Despite how pretty I looked, I didn’t feel any happier, I wasn’t in the mood for talking…at least not physically.

“Thank god for you Edward.” I mumbled to myself, the second I spoke his name, my phone rang. His name flashing across the screen.

“Hey.” I answered dryly, not in the mood to put much effort into it.

“I’m outside.” He too sounded a bit agitated, like maybe he just had an argument with one of his parents. At least we had that in common today.

“Yea.” I hung up the phone, gathered my things, threw it into a purse of mine, and headed downstairs.

My father was in the kitchen when I came down, I chose not to acknowledge him. I kept walking as if he wasn’t standing there. This would have gone smoothly had Edward not been standing on the other side of the door. His hand half raised as if he was going to knock, my eyes widened, and now my father is approaching. I could hear his heavy footsteps, I could feel Edward pushing into my mind, a confused expression on his face.

“And who is this Eden?” My fathers deep voice filling the space of the foyer, I coughed adjusting my throat.

“This is Edward, we're friends.” I mumbled briefly, my back still towards him, my eyes plead with Edward to not be a dumb ass right now. Please don’t be a moron. I begged him, instantly his body language changed, he stuck out his hand for my father to shake.

“Edward Cullen sir, Eden, and I are classmates. We have an assignment for film class, and I thought it would be a good idea to go see the movie we decided to do our project on. I’m sorry if you weren’t told about our activities, I have no intention of sneaking Eden out the house.” I was shocked, his tone is so formal, and polite, I never knew he could be such a gentleman.

“Is that right? How peculiar, I thought you hated it here Eden, and now you’re going out on a date?” My heart thuded aginst my rib cage, how fucking embarrassing, my dad just didn’t know when to shut up.

“It’s not a date.” Edward and I spoke at the same time. My head had turned to look over my shoulder at my father, his eyes gave away nothing, which worried me. I tried to look into his thoughts, but even those were foggy, and I thought I seen a faint trace of something. It was gone before it was tangible enough for me to understand what he was thinking.

“Well your hands are already freezing, I’ll let you both be on your way for the movie.” My father finally let go of Edwards hand, but we weren’t out the fire yet.

“It was nice meeting you Mr. Saxon, I’ll have Eden back home by 8 pm.” My father nodded his head, I pushed Edward out the threshold, and out into the icy air of Forks. He kindly opened the door for me on the passenger side, my father watching from the doorway the whole time. Then Edward came around to the driver's side, starting the car, and pulling out of the driveway.

We drove for quite a while before he opened his mouth to talk. “Your father is intense, I see where you get it from.” It was meant as a joke, but being compared to my father didn’t feel like a compliment.

“That is an insult, he’s a prick, and he’s not…a normal person.” I said, Edward pulled into a diner a few blocks away from the theater, for this to not be a date it’s sure starting to feel like one. Now I wish I had dressed better.

“Not normal? Like you?” He kept his voice low, we sat in the furthest corner of the restaurant, and soon a waitress came up to take our order.

“It’s 11 am and we're still selling breakfast if you’re interested?” She offered, though she wasn’t talking to me, in fact she totally ignored me. Her eyes on Edward, lip pulled between her cherry red lips, and her hip jutted out. I’m not surprised, the girls at school all thought he was hot, so I’m sure blonde thought the same. Edward chuckled, more than likely hearing my thoughts, but he didn’t say anything.

“Oh no thank you, I just ate but Eden, would you like something?” He asked, his eyes seemed darker brown today instead of that bright honey color. I have yet to bring up my many questions for him, though I’m willing to wait.

“Oh right, what’s your order?” She asked me lazily, I rolled my eyes, but looked over the menu anyway.

“I’ll have a double bacon cheese burger, with fries, and a glass of water.” Edward snorted, I’m glad he thought I was funny, but I was being dead ass serious. I planned on eating the whole thing. Ugh what a fat cow. She thought snarkily, I smirked back at her.

“Mooooo.” I dragged out, my eyes crossed upward, and Edward had to bite back his laughter as the girl looked at me weirdly, and scattered off to the kitchens.

“Bitch.” I mumbled, I turned my attention back to the Cullen boy, his eyes flickered with humor.

“Anyway, yes he’s like me, it’s a whole thing, but I’ll tell you what. I’ll show you mine if you show me yours?” I joke lightly, his eyebrows scrunch it appears he’s thinking about it. His arm holding up his head in the palm of his hand. His other hand on the table drumming his fingers, we’re silent for a moment longer before Edward speaks again.

“What makes you so sure there’s something else?”

“I can just tell, you and I…we come from different worlds, different from each other, and everyone else.” I hold his gaze. Our silence is becoming a constant thing, if he was a normal boy, and if I were a normal girl, that would be uncomfortable.

It’s so pleasant knowing someone like me…telepath I mean. I hate talking, but I also hate being the only one not having to talk. His voice is a calming, soft, whisper. That’s how Edward’s thoughts always sound in my head, is almost the same as his physical voice, but less raspy. Clear, and smooth.

Yea…do you believe in fate Edward? I asked, I pressed my lips together, he gave me a confused look, then thought about it for a moment.

My father knows more about the subject than I do, but I do believe some things are meant to be. Do you? Believe in fate?

I don’t have a choice, it’s been a constant theme in my life since 10 years old.

You always have a choice, Eden, even if you have to fight for it. His words reverberated off the walls in my head, because he is absolutely right, and I never thought of it that way. I wonder if moving away from home falls into that category?

After waiting what felt like a thousand years, my food finally came, the girl pretty much threw my damn plate onto the table. I clenched my teeth, my father always tells me to never use my powers against people…especially humans. But I couldn’t help myself. On her way back to the counter, I pulled down my pointer finger with my thumb, and then released it in her direction. The waitress tripped so hard her skirt flew upwards, and she fell quite awkwardly. I’m surprised I didn’t kill her, I jumped up from my seat, and rushed over to help her. Feign concern in my voice, she looked up at me shocked.

You’re cruel. I could hear Edwards' voice in my head, I coughed in an attempt to cover up my laughter.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” I asked her, and some customers stopped what they were doing to watch the exchange. Since she appeared to be okay, everyone went back to minding their business.

“I think so, I don’t know what I tripped on.” She dusted herself off, eyeing the tiled floor suspiciously as if she was going to see a hand reach up out of the floor.

“Karma.” Was all I said, my voice low enough so that only she could hear me, she pulled back from me as I smiled wickedly.

“You’re a weirdo.” She spat at me, I’ve been called worse.

“Aht, karma.” I reminded her, I then turned my back to her, and went back to the booth where Edward sat waiting for me.

“That was truly unnecessary, just couldn’t help yourself could you?” Edward leaned forward, he scolded me like my father would.

“Relax, no one got hurt too bad.” I bit into my food, the burger was good as hell, the bacon crispy, and the beef juicy. Bella would give me an ear full if she saw this, two two types of animals on one sandwich.

I can eat and talk, you know? I said, Edward didn’t respond for a while, but I felt like he had something to say, maybe he was holding it back. I shrugged my shoulders, finished off my food, and started my fries. I munched on them a lot slower, enjoying the salty, crunchiness of each small potato.

“Your father said, he thought you hated it here…what changed your mind?” I slowed my eating, whipping my hands off with a napkin, and swallowed some water. I really didn’t want to answer that question, for multiple reasons, but I tried to produce something for him. I knew he wouldn’t stop prying if I didn’t.

“I miss my home…it felt like a different world from Forks.” That wasn’t a lie, I did miss my home, and it is literally on another planet.

“Where are you from? You never told me.” It’s always one question after the other with Edward, and I knew if I didn’t stop him eventually, he’d keep asking more.

“Canada.” I said flatly, now that was definitely a lie, Edward chortled, and rolled his eyes.

“Liar.” He accused me, but I stuck to my answer.

“What? No I’m not, I’m from Canada I swear.” I press my hand to my chest, and my other to the sky.

“Yea okay, are you ready to go, the movie will be starting soon. Before I could answer, he’s already standing, and waiting for me to join him.

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The movie theater was quite empty, most teens would be out at the mall, or anything else other than watching an old ass movie like Van Helsing on a Saturday afternoon. However, Edward, and I are actually enjoying it. All that food I ate earlier is causing me feel sleepy, naturally I cozied up next to Edward. His hoodie felt incredibly soft, and smelled amazing. My body relaxed more as I curled into him, his arm wrapped around my shoulder, and pulled me in. Despite his natural cold temperature, I felt comfortable, and safe. Before I knew it, I ended up falling asleep.

“Eden wake up.” Edward’s voice whispered into my ear, I heard him the first time, but I liked hearing him at this volume.

“The movie is over…the credits have already rolled, and the screen is black.” He spoke in a hushed voice, his arms still wrapped around me, and I knew his face was close to mine. I could feel his breath against my cheek, weirdly it’s warm.

“I know you’re awake…you’re father won’t like it if we're late.” Edward teased, I groaned, pushing away from him, and standing from my seat.

“Just had to ruin it didn’t you?” We linked arms on our way back to his car, the sky turning a pink-lemonade color. Lots of dead leaves litter the ground, a tell tell sign of fall settling in, and I let out a puff of air from my cheeks.

“What’s wrong?” Edward keeps his eyes on the road, the heat blasting me in the face so hot I have to turn the vents away from me.

“I turn 18 in a few weeks, I wish it was sooner.” I mumbled as I played with the hem of my sweater, and just thinking about the argument earlier with my dad instantly angered me.

“Can’t wait to get out the house?” Edward had a tiny smile on his Cherry red lips, I wish I didn’t look at him just then, because his smile grew wider when he caught me staring.

“There’s so much I want to tell you, but I’ll wait. Do you think you can wait Edward?” I had turned to him in my seat, I watched his hands grip the steering wheel tighter, his eyes flickered to me. His nostril’s flaring, for a second I thought I made him angry, so I tried to look into his mind. It was dead silent, not a single thought, maybe I had said something?

Suddenly he started speeding, like he was in a rush to get me home. I looked at the clock on the radio, it was only 7:45, and it’s not like I lived super far from town.

“Edward…Edward slow down.” I warned him, he just shook his head in response. I don’t even think he was hearing me, like he was in his own head. Honestly his sudden change in behavior was making me uncomfortable.

I remained quiet the rest of the car, the only thing that could be heard was the heat, and the too low sound of music on the radio. The second he turned into the driveway, it just turned 8pm on the dot, and when I turned to Edward to address him he was gone out of his side of the car.

“What the–

“Eden, are you just going to sit there all night?” He snapped at me rudely, instantly his attitude agitated me.

“I’m so sick of your shit, what’s wrong with you?”

“I promised I’d have you home by 8pm.” He said avoiding my question, because I wasn’t moving at a fraction of the speed he was, Edward took it upon himself to pull me out of the car himself. My fathers car was gone, how odd, you’d think he would be home to clock the time we entered the driveway.

“How did you get on the other side of the car so fast, and stop manhandling me.” I tried to fight him off, but his grip on me is insanely tight. No matter how hard I shoved against him I could get free. This was embarrassing, all I can hear in my head is my father bitching about my training.

“Edward.” I hissed, I struggled against him all the way up to my front door.

I said off! I shouted, I knocked my head back into his chest, and Edward went sliding back a few inches. I was trying not to make a scene outside, but he was acting like such a brat.

“Why do you always have to be a jackass?”

“Maybe because I am! God you’re annoying.” Edward clinched his jaw, his thick eyebrows pinched together, and his hands balled into fist. I noticed how his pupils are blown wide like that of a wild animal who has their sights set on their prey.

“First of all–

“We can’t be friends anymore.” He said cutting me off, he took a step closer to me, I stood my ground regardless.

“What?” What did I do this time? He’s being so cold again, but this time it stings a bit more.

You’re starting to get so annoying, I can’t stand being around you anymore. I thought I could smile my way through it, but it’s not working. You’re just like everyone else…a waste of time. Edward’s voice sounded…like he was disgusted, like he chewed me up, and spit me out. Well, at least that’s how it felt, and I never thought a boy would make me want to cry. He was just so nasty about it, when a few hours ago he wrapped his arm around me, and held me close.

“You’re making a bad choice Edward Cullen. You won’t find anyone else like me.” I remained cool on the surface, my voice low, and almost inaudible. For a second his eyes flickered with an emotion I couldn’t place. It happened too fast.

“If you wanna be gone, stay fucking gone.” I folded my arms, my hip jutted out. Edward’s eyelids popped wide open as if he couldn’t believe I reflected his own attitude back at him. I think he was more shocked than anything, his thoughts were jumbled, and angry which is unlike him. I rolled my eyes, I’m not sure what he expected.

“You can get the fuck off my pourch now.” My lips pursed to keep from crying, I refused to cry in front of him. This jackoff thinks playing with my emotions is a fucking game. Edward sneered at me like he had something else to say, but decided against it. He stalked off to his car, slamming the door, whipping out of the driveway, and sped down the street.

I stormed into the house, and up the stairs to my bedroom. That’s when the tears finally flow, heavy, and hot. I hated crying, I hated feeling like this, and I hate Edward. I inhaled sharply, and exhaled. It was like he never existed.

[named-haines]

SPOILERS FOR PEBBLE BRAIN

aka haines liveblogs a reaction

okay so the opening to oh yeah, you gonna cry sounds like an anime opening wowee

joe does in fact yell something that very much sounds like pog champ

this one feels like it’s got a lot of lines we’re gonna be able to shout back at them once we get a tour

it’s carried over the same energy of “i can belt this in my car” that are you alright had

YOOO that note in the last 10 seconds

Perfume time

the intro sounds way cooler than the snippet wilbur played us from his voice memos before

feels cursed to hear the professionally recorded version after so long haha

WOAH the instrumental around “but i can still smell her perfume”

vocals seem a little quiet over “you say your ex boyfriend’s a policeman”. i know people said the vocals were too loud on the last ep but i think they’ve overcompensated a bit

“it’s hard for me to move on when i don’t really hate you”. I DID NOT COME HERE TO BE ATTACKED LIKE THIS. HOLY CRAP. people were losing their goddam minds over “how’s it feel to be so loved yet so alone” and they’ve only gone and bloody done it again

wait my albums on shuffle shit. i didn’t mean to skip model buses and concrete.

back to model buses

this one also has two door cinema club anime opening vibes

like, i can imagine an oc animatic being made to this instrumental

i was expecting this one to be about bojo not gonna lie

side note i was having trouble hearing the lyrics over the backing so i went to genius.com and this is the entire page for the song and that’s deeply funny to me

okay concrete now

opening drums hit me like dandy highway man

i think i just really like the openings to all of this album actually holy crap

i feel like this is the cause for concern to this album but i really like it actually

liked the ending

you’ll understand when you’re older time

right off the bat this one reminds me a lot of sex sells. not in a “they copied it” way but like it has the same vibe. like they took some of the cool stuff from that song and added in a bunch of very different stuff from what makes up the rest of sex sells

liking the vocals on this one the most so far

“you can tell he’s lying ‘cuz his lips move” im gonna have to get over the mental baggage of being exposed to meghan trainor at a young age to enjoy this properly aren’t i

okay this ones my fave so far

no thoughts head happy

“if i’m going down you’re coming with me” im gonna have to get over the mental baggage of being exposed to the mountain goats at a young age to enjoy this properly aren’t i

“fuck”

the fall time

i hate that the title makes me think of undertale but the instrumental for this ones very interesting

the “fucking scared” call and response sent me right back into my 2000s kaiser cheifs phase what the-

i’m not reading too hard into the lyrics because this is the first time i’m hearing them but this song gives me villain song vibes

i have legitimately no idea what the fuck wilbur just said but it intimidated me

ITS ALL FUTILE ITS ALL POINTLESS MY BELOVED

this is the moment i have been waiting for i fucking love this song to the point that i uploaded a shitty cover of it onto my personal yt channel let’s fucking go boys

it is so strange not hearing this with just the guitar

the produced version of this song has sent me into the uncanny valley due to the sheer amount of times i’ve listened to the YCGMA anniversary version

okay it sounds significantly cooler with a full track behind “i don’t miss you” than just an acoustic guitar i have been swayed.

i am going to blast this so hard down the a12 it’s not even funny

the annunciation being different from the live version is still throwing me but i’m very sure i will be over that soon

“ITS OKAY ANYTHING TO MAKE ME FEEL LESS NUMB” i don’t need to see no more shit here i’m done i have ascended pass the jontron gif

i’ght that’s it that’s the album now time to listen to it incessantly for the next 6 months until they hopefully put out another one. absolutely worth the like 2 months wilbur spent away from streaming to write this thing in the middle of buttfuck nowhere (my family is from kent i feel no shame in calling it that)

now to piss off the americans by posting this in GMT lmao

[nobody-knose--archive]

i’ve been aching to commentate spirit phone’s commentary for ages. glad i finally got around to it, this was an ejoyable experience. liveblog below the cut

-i'm like half certain i've heard this commentary before. maybe not the whole way through & it was probably actual years ago

-nice hearing stuff like this. in-depth personal view of the album-making process. makes it seem like more of a real thing i could do myself someday

-neil cicierega real person momence

-i could probably go real in depth about neil cicierega/tally hall parallels specifically concerning like. the arc of their musical careers. but i won't, here

-wild how i legitimately don't care much about micheal jackson

-didnt we get a bunch of spirit phone stems from the needlejuice release/his patreon? we could probably hear the funny track he speaks of here in that

-i love hearing musical artists, especially neil cicierega, talking about the meanings of their songs. like, not only has this song been claimed to hell & back by the tumblr gays, but with later ones i just can't see where he gets these ideas from. also, claiming there's any one meaning or plot to a song just seems silly to me

-shoutout to neil reusing a midi from like, 1998, that he made at 12 years old, whose entire melody was reused for the main verses of everybody loves raymond. loved finding that out on my own 2 years ago. now it's common trivia in this fandom. not bad times

-it'd be neat if neil did individual trans tracks here like he did with view monstel, those things are half of why i consider it my favorite album

-it's a lot easier to ignore the creator's intended meaning behind a song when he can't even remember it. thanks neil

-seesaw effect

-and there's my joke all but 1 of my followers wont get. moving on

-what kinds of movie theater lobbies has neil been to where there are arcade machines. i mean im not one to talk but that does sound rather strange

-why do songs' titles even need to be taken from the lyrics. ive never seen that as any sort of requisite. it's like titling any form of prose you can just give it whatever name ya like

-"this part sounds pretty cool right"

-is neil's vocal range only mildly better than mine? with training i could change that

-oh i haven't processed any of the last 25 seconds hold on

-god. a shit ton of vocal modification in this song. it's like neil returned to his roots but with quality this time

-i, as an ace/aro, have never related more to an allohet guy in my life. what is the point of eyes!

-professional humming/whistling takes skill. it's different from the recreational or casual stuff. i'd know

-there's a name for the way sound (especially music) gets distorted when moving past you and i can't remember it but it's probably what neil's referring to here in the way he recorded the intro

(- update: it's the doppler effect no need to tell me cas already did)

-as someone who hasnt seen the rugrats or take me there by blackstreet i'll just say it sounded like a bouncy music box melody. nice to hear a song that messes with the typical scales though. lydian & diatonic.

-that's a rather specific thing to be glad about, but given what he talked about in his last full audio commentary about the jew harp i suppose i'm not surprised

-i know that tmbg song now. listened to it & saw the music video too. yep they're different alright

-where the hell does neil get all these instrumence from anyway

-huh. hadnt heard this part of the commentary before making my oc concerning this song but i like to hear neil's approval concerning part of my interpretation

-i love how ive heard a billion different tellings of this mellified man story from lem dem fans talking about this song and neil's is by far the wildest

-good god that does only make it worse neil

-i love making liveblogs of lemon demon albums. with the fullerenes or tally hall i cant name a specific dude to take out my woes on generally but with lemon demon i can just say neil all the time. i like being on a casual first name basis with this dude ive never interacted with once ever

-is sweet bod the one other than cabinet man with a demo in the bonus tracks? i forget

-holy shit the boston molasses disaster someone call up soapy if it doesnt already know, it'd love this

-two thousand nine. god i miss the fiddle solo. the ver with it is truly the best one

-he pronounces it jeff? i've always read it as gef with a hard g. that's what i get for knowing words that are never spoken aloud

-that's a fun meta interpretation of this ghost story that's over a century old. i like that

-i've noticed neil generally does the same synths across a whole album. it's especially more clear in the earlier ones, and does mean i occasionally mix up songs between clown circus & live from the haunted candle shop

-ah! ancient aliens! my least favorite track on this album. i cant even claim to have the least interest in a popular one i've just generally not liked this one much from the beginning. so im curious to see what neil's got to say, i think ive been in ~new commentary zone for a while now

-anyway. newest update on the loolin not realizing a song's funky time signature front: i think this one's in 6/4. or at least switches a lot between time signatures. granted i dont listen to it very often for the reasons stated above

-see the way neil describes it. eldritch horror upon being visited by the unknown at a time when humanity'd hadn't even yet had a chance to imagine such a thing occurring. should be right up my alley. but the sound itself & many of the lyrics simply turn me away.

-must i specify i don't dislike it? spirit phone is neil's best album it not being my favorite doesn't mean i think it's bad yadda yadda nobody should be surprised by this it's not like anyone in these fandoms reads my liveblogs <3

-granted i think this is. the first bit of spirit phone content i've made on my blog ever. so who knows things can change <3

-the transitions in spirit phone are much less view-monster transition tracks & more extended outros. view-monster's were a bit more intro than outro sure but they also seemed directed upon making a 2-way rather than 1-way bridge between tracks. or something like that

-.............soft fuzzy man is an incredible nickname for a cat. i'd steal that if i werent afraid of introducing my relatives to lemon demon

-jirls

-an underlying metaphor is good enough. the literal side of the lyrics are fun. nothing but agreement here neil my good man

-the transition into as your father i expressly forbid it from soft fuzzy man is the best one in this album

-buddy you ask if a musical idea has been used before odds are the answer is yes in this day & age the question is has it been used in the way you're using it. like sure this soul jazz record from the 60s that was sold out in kansas stores for a week used this bassline that youve found yourself copying. but seeing as youre using it in some angsty garage rock ballad type tune does anybody actually care

-doesn't everybody like to say things in an unhinged manner from time to time

-imagine having a guitar dad, i say, with my dad being a folk accordion/fiddle dad, which is infinitely worse in every way

-i think he was in an actual folk band at some point. idk the 90s were weird

-iron my life?

-m-more intimate? there are a lot of ways i'd describe this song but intimate isn't one of them. granted as your father is negatively intimate so from there i guess you've got nowhere to go but up

-...still glad to see his interpretation kinda supports my oc at least

-the way he says characters in songs shouldn't worry about death really strongly makes me think this is some sort of. thematic continuation of stuck from dinosaurchestra, even if there's no real death in there. interesting. would also mean that the dad from these past 2 songs is named carlos betty (no last name)

-i literally never assumed this was a flute solo. piccolo at best. it's pretty clearly a recorder

-my mom plays the recorder. i wonder if she can play recorder better than neil cicierega

-we can throw a party in honor of the crushing weight of responsibility! i simply won't be the one throwing it because i have enough on my plate already <3

-what the hell does "a sense of intent" mean

-i've never heard rush before however i disagree with neil's understanding of 6/4. 6/4 is meant to have emphasis (onbeat or another term i can't remember) on the 1st & 4th beat of every measure, which is greatly different from a measure of 4/4 then a measure of 2/4. it's why his 5/4 always sounds weird, because while it's recognizable in sequences of 10/4, it's more 2 measures of 4/4 with one of 2/4 tacked on the end. that's also how it's different from 3/4. i don't know much music theory but what i do understand i will fight to the death about

-"canonized" that's. a very interesting term to use when referring to a former president

-from now on i will interpret every love song directed at some unseen "you" to be inviting me to marry them for tax purposes. thanks neil for being an aromantic icon

-ah hell yes hell yes man-made object is my favorite goddam song on this album

-short & sweet & good damn vibes. neil's thoughts on it all are only making it better

-wild how he uses very few vocal effects for a song that he clearly is straining his vocal range for. go off neil

-the qualifier of man-made is a wonderful thing. oldest or biggest thing? oldest or biggest man-made thing? what a incredibly important specification. a world of possibilities lie between the two. oh i love it

-just gets me thinking yknow! what we consider weird/impressive in another species, in our own species- what kind of equivalent to that would there be from an outsider looking in? are there alien versions of the significances we place upon things, that we could never imagine? the limits of the human imagination mean we could never conceive of something else in the world that isn't, in some way great or small, just like us- and are we wrong for thinking that? such a juicy topic i wish there were a name for it because it's kinda hard to explain concisely

-spiral of ants. my second favorite song from this album, in fact. a good one to experience

-the vocals are just another instrument. they really truly are. i wasn't going into this commentary expecting to feel solidarity for neil cicierega in this chili's tonight on more than one occasion but here i am.

-like, his whole stance on interpreting songs is something i agree with almost entirely. you can take it at face value, you can dig to their very depths, you can listen to songs without caring what the lyrics mean whatsoever, and those are all fun. & yeah while any of these people can be annoying as one of the types who enjoys gliding on the surface more than anything i find those who dedicate themselves to figuring out the whole meaning of a song over anything else to be both slightly scary & slightly annoying <3 keep up the good work

-i want to make songs for my siblings the way neil makes songs for his sibling(s)

-spinch

-neil really shouldn't be allowed to be this funny like this whole album youre thinking golly! he's just a normal man this neil cicierega! and then he starts listing the cat hacks jokes & you remember he's had ridiculously consistent viral success with all his humorous endeavors and holy shit it's neil cicierega in action talking about his music. god bless you neil

-you're welcome, no problem, my pleasure. good eveternoon, radio audience!

[be-ready-when-i-say-go]

A Family of Five- Part 8: Full House

Calum and Harlowe’s marriage hasn’t always been easy, but it has always been filled with love. This is a collaborative experience with In Sorrow and In Joy. Dad!Calum. Black OC.

CW: Over the course of this series, there are mentions of pregnancy, therapy, and postpartum depression. There is also 18+ Content (Smut)

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Esha passes by his room. Pepper walks past her before settling at the foot of his bed, pulling at the blanket he always kept, but never actually used to drape over herself. It’s impossible to avoid this room. It’s right next to hers. The poster’s still remain. His bedspread is the same navy blue, grey and red. His bookshelf is only partially full, most of his creations now decorating his other room. It’s a temporary place she knows. She knows that her brother will return. But it just feels empty. Not even a week and the ache still cuts her pretty deep. “Esha! C’mon, dinner’s ready!” Harlowe bellows. 

Esha stares at the white door, the dent from she and Te Koha tried to batterram the door like they had seen on the TV. Admittedly now, it was her idea and Te Koha said that maybe it wasn’t the best idea. But she nudged him, said he knew he was just as curious as she was. He was, and they tried it. They weren’t big enough nor smart enough to actually concote anything to break the door. They did put a sizeable dent in the center of the door. 

Te Koha on his own, she knows, would’ve never thought of something like that. How she managed to coax Te Koha into it is besides her, even now all these years later. She runs her fingers over the dent, smiling to herself before carrying down the stairs. 

The seating order is now different. “Well, now everything’s just out of place,” she huffs, throwing her arms up. 

Her mother releases a small tuft of laughter. “No one to steal all those rolls from.”

Esha gasps. She knew her mother knew. No one can hide a thing from her mother. But she always had a way of pretending like she didn’t, of letting some things go on as they were rather and disrupting them. “You knew?”

“Mother’s know all,” Harlowe teases, eyes widening for a brief moment before she plops the second roll onto Esha’s plate.

“One day I’ll become a mother and I will learn all your secrets.”

“When you become a mother, I will teach you my secrets.”

Nikau already seated, laughs at his sister and mother. “Can we eat? I’m hungry.” Esha sits where Calum normally would. But he’s gone too. His festival shows and Te Koha moving out lined up just perfectly enough that he could help move Te Koha into his dorm before having to leave for his shows. 

The table’s clearly shrunken. All of them are use to one missing piece, just not two. Harlowe keeps things up as normal, asking about their days. She even lets her attention fall to Jack that comes pittering over and watches as Esha splits her roll and giving half to Nikau. They’ll gain some sense of normalcy for the coming three weeks. She makes a promise of it to herself. 

After dinner, and after cleaning up the dishes, Nikau presses himself into Harlowe’s side. “Can we watch a movie? There’s not enough noise.”

Esha pauses on the steps before turning to face her mother. “Actually, that would be a great idea. I’d be so in.”

Harlowe nods. “Smores too?”

“You’re the bestest mother ever!” Nikau screeches. 

She grins, playing at his curls. “Thank you. I try. Now, go grab the blankets and you two decide on a movie. I’ll start the S’mores.”

Nikaua bounces up the stairs, even beating Esha to the top of the stairs. Harlowe digs around the pantry pulling down the graham crackers. The house is entirely too quiet she thinks. Without Calum’s bass strumming, or Te Koha working in the garage on some project, the normal level of noise is just deafening. Harlowe’s accustomed to Esha’s music competing with a saw. She’s so used to Nikau curled up in her side, begging for at least one of them to quiet, begging for their quiet time to start. Harlowe had to instill quiet times, just to keep sanity for herself, but most definitely for the littlest one. After a certain time in the evening, usually an hour after dinner, all loud noises had to cease. Headphones could be used for some, a work around for Calum of course. But he tried not to work too much at home anyway. 

The quiet times definitely helped with the structure of the house, with three kids. It was a definite time that all milling about had to stop and homework and schoolwork had be begin. While Harlowe could work through the house, she knew it was best for the kids to have peace to work. When Harlowe had papers to grade and assignments to read over, Calum took over as the parent to call for help with homework. He did the best he could, but sometimes it was needed to Harlowe stepped in to help. But the quiet times definitely helped and now it was beginning to feel like quiet times were to starting too early.

While it was summer now and schoolwork was not a concern for them, the house definitely needed some sort of noise. “Please not another musical,” Nikau huffs.

“I’ll have you know this is a classic--” Esha starts. 

“I know, I know, I know,” he interrupts. “You say it every time. Please, can we go with explosions?”

“Sure thing, kid.”

Piled onto the couch, Nik settles onto Harlowe’s lap and Esha reclines into her side. They make sure to turn the volume up as loud as their ears can handle.  

____ Te Koha looks around his room. His orientation occurred earlier in the summer and after moving in there were couple days of some hall activities and a presentation for the entire incoming freshman class. Classes have started. But they’re nothing crazy just yet His roommate is cool. They have vaguely similar interests, enjoying rugby and football. They’re both active and workout regularly. 

It’s just not home. His sister is not blasting god knows what new indie artist who’s trying to sing too hard in their lower register and his brother is not bouncing a ball, in an attempt to see how long he can keep the ball in the air without using his hands. His mother isn’t sitting at their counter. She’s not laughing at some student’s story. His dad isn’t knocking on his door to check up on him. 

It’s just him. In a dorm room. On his laptop with the damned cursor blinking at him to finish this bullshit one page reading response. But he can’t. His brain is listening for every sound. Every shuffle of his roommate’s papers, every stomp of the person passing by his door. His brain wants noise and for the life of him, there is nothing by goddam silence. His picks up his phone, keys and his student ID card before slipping on his slides. A small graduation gift Esha got him after she destroyed his old ones with paint. 

Te Koha didn’t care. He still wore them, but she refused to send him off to school without a new pair. He’s unsure how she afforded them, or if she convinced their mother to get them. She was the more empathetic one of his parents and she would understand Esha’s sentiment. As the door closes with a thud behind him, Koha unlocks his phone, dodging a hallmate fresh out of the shower. They exchange the silent acknowledgement glimpse of eye contact. 

As he climbs down the stairs, refusing to use the cursed elevator, he taps on Mom with the blue, purple and pink heart emojis, complete only with the crown as well. The summer air is still dry as he steps out into the settling evening. He figures, now that it’s summer, quiet times won’t be that strict of a rule. So who knows if she’ll even hear the phone ringing. But when the picture loads, Nikau beaming up at him, with his mother behind him and Esha poking her head just into frame, he breathes a little easier. 

“Hey, Ma,” Te Koha smiles. 

“Hi, baby. How are classes?”

“It’s still syllabus week really. Nothing crazy.”

“The calm before the storm.” 

Koha nods. “Yeah. It sounds quiet over there. You sure I’m calling the right people?”

“We’re watching a movie! Bunch of explosions. Plenty of noise,” Nikau laughs. 

“Sounds like you guys are lucky.”

“Has Davon been by yet?” Esha asks. 

“He’s coming this weekend.” He can feel his own smile as he mentions it. He’s never officially come out to his parents. He never felt the need. But introducing Davon officially to his parents seemed fitting enough. Harlowe says something to Nikau and Esha and Nik climbs off her lap. She starts to walk to another part of the house. He notices the kitchen growing smaller behind her. Darkness swallows her before a light flicks on and then his mother is staring back at him with a small lilt of her head. 

She doesn’t have to speak. Koha is sure that his face said it all. “It’s just strange, Ma. It’s not home.”

She nods. “I know, baby. But it’s okay. You’ll make friends. It will become a home. Just not home home.”

“I miss you guys.”

“We miss you too, baby.”

“Has Dad called home yet?”

“No, he hasn’t. The show’s just starting, I think? He’s still in our time zone for now. I think next week he’s moving overseas. When he calls, I’ll be sure to tell him to give you a ring.”

Koha nods. He could text or call now and he knows Calum would return it within the second he saw it. But it feels weird to be this old, this far into his life and still somehow miss home. He’s been away from home. That’s nothing new. But this is completely new, wholly new in a way he hasn’t grasped just yet. “Thank, Ma. Love you. Give Esha and Nik a hug for me please?”

“Of course. Call me whenever. I’ll answer.”

“I know you will. Take care of yourself. I’m not there to yell at you.”

She laughs, eyes watering. “I will, son, I will.”

As the calls ends, Te Koha looks into the setting sun and exhales. One tear, and just one, falls down his cheek. This is not home, but he can make it homey. 

____ Esha is not as subtle as Te Koha. She tosses the bottle to her mother. There’s usually a rattle before the toss comes. A warning for Harlowe to be on her toes. It happens every morning without fail as Harlowe gathers the last of her papers for her class. “Gotta load up,” she grins. Harlowe pops the top, shakes a pill from the bottle and takes it with the start of her liter water bottle. It’s much needed when talking for hours on end in lecture. 

“Am I good doc?”

Esha gives her a glance over. The fitted jeans, her famous rolled sleeves blouse and flats. The heels only make an occasional appearance. Esha slides off the seat, fixes a curl for Harlowe. With hands on her hips, she gris at her mother. “Looks good to me.”

Next week Esha and Nikau will be starting school but for now, Esha’s holding down the house while Harlowe goes to work. Thankfully, her classes are in the late morning and early afternoon. She can be back home by five at the latest. 

“Please don’t worry too much about me. You should be enjoying these last few days of summer.”

Esha takes a moment to study her mother. The moles strategically located across her face. The skin that still looks all too young for someone to be a mother of three. But her mother’s eyes aren’t as bright. “I’m worried. Dad’s gone and so is Te Koha. I know it’s gotta be a little stressful on you. I don’t want anything to happen.”

Harlowe is used to this with Te Koha. Just not Esha. There’s nothing to say, no words to console. So Harlowe brings Esha into her side. She presses a kiss to Esha’s temple. There’s a little bit of berry lipstick on her skin. “You’re still a kid. Besides, Papa Bear calls me three times a day.”

“Three? Jesus. If that’s what love is, I don’t want it.”

“I’m his wife, thank you very much! He’s supposed to love me.” 

The two girls laugh. Esha rests her head into her mother’s chest. “He does love you. He calls me too. Every day.”

“See! He loves you too.” Another kiss is placed to the top of Esha’s head. Her hair now a tad longer. The dreads are staring to take more shape. “Call me if you need anything.”

“I never call,” Esha retorts as her mother starts for the door. 

“But you will one of these days!”

____

Soon some normalcy is restored. Calum returns from the short festival run. He gets in about mid morning on a Tuesday. Harlowe unfortunately couldn’t meet him due an important meeting that was scheduled by the department heads.  The house is dead quiet except for the click of paws running towards him. Pepper beats Jack and Sissy, but they are close behind to get in on the head and belly rubs.

 He rolls his suitcase to the laundry room and immediately starts a load. Finding time to do laundry on the road can be tough and nearly nonexistent. So it’s always the first order of business when he gets home. No matter how tired he is. His plan is to nap for a little bit and then pick Esha and Nikau up from school. It’ll be a nice surprise he figures after being away for so long. It used to be tradition, but the band stopped touring for awhile and he hasn’t really ever had a reason to surprise them with his own return. 

His quick nap alarm sounds seemingly all too soon and he pulls his body out from the couch with a groan. He should probably grab a quick bite to eat and then grab Nikau from school. It’ll be a little early but that’s okay. Out of habit, he opens the fridge doors and spies a plate with a note on top. It’s definitely Esha’s handwriting. We saved a little treat for you, Dad. Welcome home E&N. Lifting the tinfoil, he spies the last slice of pie wrapped up carefully for him. Definitely not what he should be eating, but he happily takes the slice as a snack. 

 Calum sends a quick text to Harlowe before leaving the house. Grabbing Nik and Esha up from school early. Don’t call the authorities. Just as he climbs down the steps of the porch Harlowe’s car rolls into the driveway. Followed behind her is another car. It takes him a moment to recognize it until he spots Te Koha in the driver seat and Davon next to him. He laughs as Nikau bolts from the car. “Dad!”

His chest cracks, he’s sure of it, as he kneels to pick up his youngest. Nik’s much larger than he remembers and it takes more effort than before to lift him, but Calum doesn’t care. Not in the slightest. “Hey. You’ve gotten so big!”

“Had a growth spurt! Coach says I’m the biggest on the team now.”

The beam on Nikau’s face is contagious. Esha comes up next, wrapping both Nik and Calum up in a hug. She’s at a loss for words, just utterly consumed with the relief to have her dad back home. As Te Koha approaches, Calum sets Nikau down. He feels like he’s missed so much, that somehow Koha’s lived a whole lifetime away from him. But it’s only been a couple of months at most. 

They embrace, a tight and soul crushing but soul reviving hug as they sway side to side a little. It’s always been like this between them. Silent exchanges, a whole language that does not need tangible words, just feeling. Calum is now realizing just how taller Te Koha is than them. “Good God, when did you surpass me?” Calum laughs. 

“It’s been happening for a while now, Dad,” Esha retorts. “You just noticed now.”

“You are your mother’s daughter,” Calum laughs. 

Harlowe huffs. “I am right here. And you will be sleeping on the couch tonight, Mister.” Her sentence, though it sounds threatening, is hollow. She stands with her hands on her hips. As Calum holds his arms out for her, she shakes her head. “Uh, no. No, you’re not getting away with that that easy.”

Davon laughs. “You’ve done it now Mr. Hood.”

“It appears so. But she always comes around.” Calum and Davon hug briefly, before Davon joins Koha on the porch. Esha’s opened the door and the dogs have seized the moment to lay out in the autumn breeze for just a second before being ushered back inside. 

Harlowe walks around the cars. “I cancelled two classes. Called Davon to come get Koha, which is a hike in of itself. Te Koha skipped a class to drive Davon’s car down. I pulled Nik and Esha out of school early all for you to insult me.”

Calum kisses her, knowing she’ll ramble far too long, laying the guilt on that is not needed. It’s not serious, but still. She can go on if given the chance. “But I love you.”

With a small huff and roll of her eyes, she kisses him in return, humming just a little. “I love you too.”

_____

Harlowe’s just about down with the stack of poems for tomorrow’s class, writing down one last note about the refrain on the student’s piece. Calum’s working with Nikau in the backyard. Esha’s in her room, half paying attention to her work, half buried in her phone talking to a friend from class that she has a crush on. They sit next to her and the pair have slowly gotten to know as the year has progressed.

Her phone buzzes and she eyes it, seeing it’s Koha. She punctuates that sentence and then looks at the message. Are you busy? Her brain is telling her not to panic, but her gut knows this is not good. 

She replies, No. Not busy. Call me if need be. She doesn’t want to push Koha. But she also doesn’t want to make it seem like she doesn’t care. Pushing up from the counter, she opens up the back door. Sissy follows behind her. Pepper and Jack took up camp with Calum and Nikau. She watches her phone. Koha has definitely seemed a little stressed about things. But finals are nearing. She just assumed it was that. She hopes it not anymore more serious. That she hasn’t been neglecting her boy. 

The shake happens before the screen blurs to reveal Te Koha’s name. She answers, settling onto the porch steps. “Hey, Koha.” Her poor boy. The stress is written all over his face. But there is something underneath it. 

“Hey, Ma.”

“Talk to me.”

“I’m okay. Just finals. And I started hanging out at the neon shop near campus. A guy saw some of my work. On my Instagram.”

“That’s awesome.” 

Koha nods. But he looks away from her. “Yeah he has a project he wants me to do. But juggling time between that and school. It’s hard.” 

It’s not just hard. Koha hates school. He gave it a shot because he thought maybe the engineering track would be more his speed. It’s quickly proving not to be. The stress culture is insane. The only things people do are complain about how stressed they are and brag about who stayed up the latest and who procrastinated the most. It’s eating away at him. In all honesty, Te Koha does most of his work at the neon shop near campus and takes study breaks to work on little side projects here and there. “What if school isn’t my thing?” he asks. 

Harlowe shrugs. “Then it’s not your thing, baby.” 

Could it be that easy to break the news to his mother? “I want to learn a trade.”

“Then learn a trade.”

“You and Dad have already put in a lot of money for this semester, the whole savings for us. I feel like I’m wasting it.”

“You’d be wasting it if you studied for four years being miserable the whole time. Talk to the registar’s office and the Dean about leaving. Finish this semester, apply for a trade school during the spring semester. You’ve got an impressive portfolio.”

Calum, catching bits of the conversation, takes a quick timeout running drills with Nikau and walks over to the deck. “What’s this I hear about learning a trade?”

Harlowe hands him the phone. She can only hear Te Koha’s comment, “Looks like I took after you in more ways that one.”

Calum laughs. “Leave school. Learn that trade. Don’t worry about the money or the time. You’ve gotta find yourself in this life. You only got one shot at it. Why waste it doing things you hate?”

Harlowe grins at Nik, putting her hands up for the ball, letting Calum and Te Koha have their moment. “No hands, Mommy. You know that,” Nikau laughs. 

“Mommy’s old. Gotta remind her of these things.”

Nik kicks the ball, not hard, towards her and she stands, kicking it back to him. It’s silent for a moment but Nikau speaks, watching Harlowe bounce the ball on her knee a few times before sending it back to him. “Dad teach you that?”

She nods. “Yeah, shocked I’ve still got it.”

“Why all the flowers, Mommy?” He dribbles the ball down towards her, gets it between her legs and then dribbles back to his spot. The backyard has always been full of some sort of plant. Nikau enjoys it, but having to help out in the yard sometimes is not his favorite. He’d rather do anything else some Saturdays than sit next to Harlowe and pluck weeds. 

“They’re pretty. They help the bees. I like them. There are a lot of reasons why I planted all those flowers.”

“They must do something. For you.”

“You can do some things just because you like them. Just because they’re fun or pretty.” They do benefit her for sure in some ways. The flowers help her feel productive on days when all else feels impossible. The flowers are a motivator to get outside, even for just a few minutes that she can’t hole herself up inside all day. But he doesn’t need to know that. 

“Like tattoos?”

“Yeah, like tattoos.”

“I want a tattoo. A big dragon. Or a snake.”

Harlowe laughs, managing to steal the ball in his day dreaming. He shouts, a loud ‘hey!’ but laughs all the same just like her. “You get whatever you want when you’re old enough. Just don’t do it drunk.”

“Or do. You’ll be an adult then,” Calum interjects. His grin splits his cheeks before Harlowe can even roll her eyes. “Listen to Mum though. She knows best.”

“Don’t. That’s final, Nikau.” Harlowe wags a finger at Calum, daring him to refute her a second time. 

Nikau shakes his head at his parents. Only them, only his parents to bicker like this. Harlowe kicks him the ball before retreating back up the steps. Her phone buzzes another text from Koha. Love you guys. Thanks for always understanding. 

Love you too. 

The door creaks open. Esha escorting Pepper with her. There’s a moment as Esha joins in on the drills, still more athletic even for all her theatre desires, that Harlowe realizes her nest will be full again. Not ever. Just a moment. And soon Te Koha will be off again to bigger things. Esha will be gone next. Even tough Nikau is the youngest, he too will find his dreams. She has no clue what to do with an empty house. She’ll have to fill it with something.

[cosmicyeehaw]

OC questions Tag Game

Choose an OC. Answer the questions as that OC and Tag 5 people to do the same

Tagged by @dolphinitley and @shellibisshe thank you so much! 💖 This was super fun to do!

Tagging: (if you wan to c:) @deputyshitlordsantana @highwvymen @johnathot-seed @thatjessopgirl @themysteriouslou

Doing this for my Dep Eleanore!

1. What's your name?

Eleanore Rivera. You can call me El.

2. Do you know why you are named that?

My mom never told me and I never asked.

3. Are you single or taken?

With how many hunts he goes on it feels like I'm single...

*gets the side eye from Jacob*

IM JOKING YOU OAF.

4. Have any abilities or powers?

*shrugs* I dunno? I can kick ass and take names? Wish I could fly though.

5. Stop being a Mary Sue.

Stop being an asshole.

6. What's your eye color?

Brown.

7. How about your hair color?

Um you are looking right fuckin at me... Its dark brown.

8. Have any family members?

Yeah, my mom and my big brother. He passed last year though.

9. Oh? How about any pets?

Heh, I have a turtle and... I named it Yertle. Shes back at home safe with my mom.

10. That's cool, I guess. Now tell me something you dont like.

You guess? Bitch my turtle is awesome. Right now i'm not liking that attitude hun.

11. Do you have any activities/hobbies that you like to do?

I like to train and spar. Oh, I also like to dance whenever I have the time.

*Jacob in the background* "She's lying, I'm her favorite activity. She likes to do me."

Ugh, Jake I swear to god.

12. Have you hurt anyone in any way before?

Yeah.. And I hate myself for it.

13. Ever... killed anyone before?

14. What kind of animal are you?

Uh an animal? What is this a buzzfeed quiz?

15. Name your worst habits?

Hm, I'd have to say biting my nails. But if it gets really stressful around here, Jake doesn't like it but I smoke.

16. Do you look up to anyone at all?

Yeah, Jake cause he's fuckin tall.

17. Are you gay, straight or bisexual?

Bi as hell baby!

18. Do you go to school?

Yeah. Never went to college though, I joined the academy right outta high school.

19. Ever want to marry and have any kids one day?

Marriage, yeah for sure. Kids? No way.

20. Do you have any fangirls/fanboys?

Sure do. To bad they're stuck back home behind the cold concrete on Rikers.

21. What are you most afraid of?

Definitely has to be hurting someone I love dearly.

22. What do you usually wear?

I think I've spent more time in uniform that I do regular clothes these days. Sometimes I wear jeans, a plaid shirt and my boots.

Oh and my aviators. Always gotta have those on.

23. What one food tempts you?

I love a good slice of cheesecake. You know those platters you get at the store? Yeah I fuckin ate the entire plate one time.

I'm lactose intolerant...

24. Am I annoying you?

*whispers* Jake please tell them they're annoying me cause if you dont I might slap the shit outta them.

25. Well, it's still not over!

26. What class are you (low/middle/high)?

Why do you need to know?

27. How many friends do you have?

I got a few. I like to keep my circle small, so most of 'em are back at the precinct at home. I do get along quite well with Sharky though! We share quite the knack for explosives.

28. What are your thoughts on pie?

Fuck yeah! Cheese, pepperoni, olives, hell even pine- wait why are you looking at me like that? OH you mean the dessert.

Uh yeah, I love the apple pie here.

29. Favorite drink?

I love a good Prickly Pear. Extra tequila. *wink*

30. What's your favorite place?

Heh yeah Jake's thighs. FUCK- I mean my couch. Yes! My couch, underneath a cozy blanket.

*Jacob's just busting up in the background* "Told ya! She likes to do me!"

31. Are you interested in anyone?

Interested in you... leaving this goddam house.

32. That was a stupid question...

Mhm.

33. Would you rather swim in the lake or the ocean?

The lake, since that's the only thing around this fuckin place.

34. What's your type?

*Points to Jacob who's smiling like an idiot* Apparently him.

35. Any fetishes?

That sweet, sweet affection babey!

36. Camping indoors or outdoors?

Outdoors. I've spent so much time stuck in an apartment back in New York, it's nice to lay outside and watch the stars.