#but the microwave part honestly felt like a last minute choice and honestly why was it taking so long to blow up

[girl-drink-drunk]

i am never not thinking about harold finch on ecstacy

[13uswntimagines]

Protective Mamas and cuddle time (Kellex x Little!Reader)

Request: More kellex x little reader? Maybe reader gets badly injured and kellex takes care of her?

Author’s Note: IDK how i feel about this one honestly. Im going to apologize because I don’t think it’s really on par with the others, but i hope you guys enjoy it. It me up with questions and asks because they're super motivating. 

You took a deep breath, wiping the sweat away from your forehead, your eyes glued to the opposite of the field where Kelley and Abby had just stripped Jessie Fleming of the ball. 

Canada was always a particularly difficult and physical opponent and today was no exception. Your kit was stained green from the number of times you had already hit the ground and it wasn’t even halftime yet. 

Kelley looked up at you, and you nodded in response, beginning to casually move upfield and away from your defender. You watched for a second, waiting for the signal, and once you saw it, you took off upfield. 

Your defender was too far behind, and completely confused by your sudden change in direction. You glanced over your shoulder just as Kelley crossed a beautiful ball right towards you. 

It seemed to float over you. You probably could have waited 3 seconds for it to land right at your feet, but you wanted to prove a point. You wanted to show off a little. You rushed forward and leaped for it.

*****

You were very confused and entirely unsure of how you had gotten yourself into this position. You blinked up at the sky groaning. The light hurt your eyes. It was mean for the sun to interrupt your nap. That was why your mommies always made sure to close the blinds. They never made you wake up to bright lights.

 You tried to move your arm to cover your eyes, only to have it stopped by a warm hand. 

“Hey babe, you need to stay still alright?” Alex said, her face appearing upside down in your line of sight. 

Her face seemed to sway above you and the headache kicked in. It felt like you were falling, even though you were pretty sure you were laying on the ground. 

It was terrifying. 

“Wha appended?” You tried to ask. Your eyebrows furrowed at how slurred it sounded and how difficult it was for you to get them out. 

Alex brought her hand to your cheek, lightly running her finger along your lips. She could tell you were slipping. “Shh babydoll,” 

You tried in vain to lean into her touch, to wiggle just a little to be closer to her. Just the little movement caused pain to flare up in your hand and all the way down your side. Kelley also appeared above you, gently pushing your shoulders to keep you on the ground. 

“Mama, it hurt,” You whined, tears coming to your eyes as you again tried to sit up and squirm away from the medic who was now kneeling on your other side. 

“I know, but you gotta let Lena help you,” Kelley said, carefully pinning the arm next to her on the ground so you didn’t try to bat the medic’s hand away like you had last time. You whined loudly. 

She shared a look with Alex. The team didn’t like to share who exactly amongst them was little with the world. It helped them to protect you and maintain some form of privacy. With you dropping, there was a good chance it could have the rest of the littles on the team dropping too (a disastrous situation that they would very much like to avoid). 

Your girlfriends also didn’t like that you were in enough pain to send you crashing down into little space either. You were a tough cookie, so it had to be pretty bad. 

“Hey Y/n can you tell me where it hurts?” The green-eyed medic asked softly, using the voice she would use if her own little one was hurt. 

You squinted. Your ability to verbalize your thoughts was slowly dwindling as you sank deeper into little space. 

Alex ran her thumbs over your cheek again, trying to help you stay grounded enough to answer. “Come on babydoll, you gotta tell her so she can help you,” Kelley added, rubbing your arm. 

“My head an my tummy,” You mumbled. 

Lena nodded at you, very carefully lifting up your shirt to take a peek at the bruised skin. She shook her head at your girlfriends and motioned to Vlatko that you were definitely gonna need to be subbed off the field. “Ok kiddo, we’re gonna get you off the field and get you all fixed up alright?” 

“Mama come?” you asked as they loaded you onto the stretcher, still very out of it. 

“Mama and mommy have to stay here, but Aunt Becky is gonna go to the back with you while we get you checked out,” Kelley said, kissing your forehead, and brushing a strand of hair out of your face. 

It wasn’t even halftime yet and the team only had 3 subs to use. All three of you couldn’t leave the field, no matter how much Alex and Kelley wanted to go with you. 

“Otay,” You said, your voice very far away. 

“We’ll come to check on you right after we finish,” Alex added as they moved you off the field. 

Both women watched you go, shaking their heads to try and get themselves back into game mode instead of worried mama mode. Big you wouldn’t be happy if they lost because you had to get taken off the field. 

****

“Alright darling, let’s get you all comfy,” Kelley said, opening the hotel room door and holding it so Alex could carry you inside. 

The game had ended with two more goals (one by Alex and another by Christen) both of which happened to go right past the defender whose sloppy playing had gotten you taken off the field. And the ride back to the hotel had been quiet and uneventful. Frankly, the hardest part was getting you cleaned up and changed out of your practice kit and into something a little more comfortable for the bus.

You had tried to be cooperative (a testament to how much pain you were in) but between the nausea from your concussion and your bruised ribs you weren’t that much help. Though the skin-on-skin contact in the shower had soothed you a little. 

“Baba?” You asked sleepily into your mommy’s shoulder, lisping around the pacifier in your mouth. 

“Yeah babydoll, we’ll get you a bottle,” Alex hummed, kissing the crown of your head and sitting on the edge of the bed. 

It was rare that you were this little. You usually hovered around 3 and a half or 4, and typically preferred sippy cups to bottles. They didn’t mind you were younger today, it made you more cuddly. 

“Alright kiddo, Batman or Nasa?” Kelley asked softly, swatting in front of you and Alex, holding up both sets of footy pajamas. Little you hated to sleep in sweats. 

You peeked out from your mommy’s shoulder, squinting at your choices. The NASA one was cool, it had a little hood that looked like a space helmet, but the Batman one had a cape. 

“Batman,” You mumbled after a few seconds, going back into your favorite hiding spot. Your girlfriends shared an indulgent smile. 

Alex gently rubbed your back, before bringing a hand up to carefully remove you from her neck. “Batman it is, let’s get you changed,” 

You tensed but allowed her to coax you back out. You let out a low whine as Alex helped you turn around in her lap. That whine got more insistent when Kelley encouraged you to lift up your hips so she could bet your sweats off. The small movement caused your ribs to ache and burn. You wiggled away from the pain, only making it worse.

“Easy baby,” Alex said into your ear, a hand moving to rub little circles on your belly to help calm you. They both waited for you to stop squirming before they very quickly finished helping you change. “there we go,” Alex hummed as Kelley finished pulling up the zipper and passed you your favorite stuffed dinosaur. 

“You cuddle with mommy and I’ll get you your bottle,” Kelley said, lightly throwing your cape over your face and earning a little giggle (followed by a whine when it hurt your ribs to laugh as a glare from Alex).

“Uddle wit mommy,” you nodded, letting Alex maneuver you back to get under the covers and into a more comfortable cuddling position. 

Alex smiled softly at you, helping you to tuck yourself back into her taller form and get Roary situated next to you before pulling up one of your favorite movies on the television- Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. 

Kelley rolled her eyes at the opening chords of the movie. The three of you had watched it so much that she could probably (and would probably because you liked it) quote the whole thing word for word. She pulled the bottle of milk from the microwave, shaking it and testing it on her wrist to make sure it wasn’t too hot. 

“There you go darling,” Kelley said, hanging you the bottle and climbing into the bed next to you. You shifted a little, making sure that both you and Roary were comfortable (and that he wasn’t blocking your view). 

“Tank you,” You murmured, proud that mommy didn’t have to nudge you to remember your manners. 

“You’re welcome,” Kelley smiled, kissing your forehead. You wiggled again, and Alex rolled her eyes. Trying to keep you still for the next however many weeks was going to be a nightmare. 

“Shh, baby just relax. We’ll take care of you,” Alex said, helping you shift and bring her hand to the back of your neck. She rubbed little circles onto the skin and very gently combed her fingers through your baby hairs. 

It only took her a few minutes to have your head dropping further into Kelley’s shoulder and your eyes slipping shut. 

“Wove mama and mommy,” You said already half asleep, lisping around your pacifier. 

“We love you too baby,” They said together. They loved you more than anything and they were going to make sure you didn’t rush your recovery. 

[arcticfox007]

The Family We Choose

Destiel December Challenge 2020

Day 9: Family

This is a continuation of Days 2-8, you can see my master list or check it out on AO3 :)

***

               Cas and Dean were both damp from snow by the time they made it back to The Phoenix Emporium to meet up with Sam and Charlie, who weren’t even there yet. Dean reluctantly dropped Castiel’s hand as they walked in, no longer having an excuse to hold it. Dean wasn’t sure but he thought the angel looked disappointed when Dean pulled his hand away. He wasn’t sure when it had started happening, but Dean was beginning to believe that just maybe there was something more between him and his best friend. He’d spent so long pointedly ignoring his feelings for Cas because he assumed that angels didn’t feel love like humans did – and even if they could feel that, Dean wasn’t anything special. It was already an unexpected gift to just have Castiel in his life, especially considering what a screw up Dean was. His own mother didn’t seem to want to have a real relationship with him.

               One of the servers led them to a circular corner booth and brought out waters and menus for while they waited for the rest of their group. Dean pretended to be looking at the menu as he silently studied Cas on the other side of the table. He was always drawn to the angel’s intensely blue eyes, so much bluer than his vessel’s had been. Dean had thought maybe it was just his imagination that he could see something of the true angel in those eyes until he had spent more time with Claire. Jimmy’s daughter had her father’s eyes, Cas’ eyes weren’t quite the same. They were deeper somehow; it was why Dean sometimes forgot that he was staring at the angel for awkward amounts of time, it was like he could drown in the stormy blue irises.

               He was happy to see that Cas looked more relaxed than he’d really ever known him to be. It still bothered him that the angel wasn’t sure he fit in here. Every time Castiel left, Dean worried that he wouldn’t come back. He kept waiting for the day that Cas would realize that he couldn’t possibly be bothered with Dean of all people. All of these Christmas activities were more than worth it if they made Cas happy. Honestly, Dean had started having fun with it himself as well. When he’d worried about Sam having a good Christmas as a kid, Dean had never had time to enjoy any of it for himself. With Cas, though, they were having fun together. If everything kept going well maybe Cas would stay, at least as much as he could. Dean put his hand into his coat pocket to make sure the bee mug Cas had enjoyed was secure. At least he knew one part of Cas’ present was something he’d like.

               “Dean?” Dean realized that Cas must have said something while he’d been busy staring.

               “Sorry man, spaced out for a second. What’d you say?” Cas scooted over and tilted Dean’s head until he was looking at the snow filled window. For a moment Dean wasn’t sure what Cas wanted him to notice, but then he saw it and a slow smile spread across his face.

               “Hey, you found it!” Cas had discovered the last scavenger hunt angel. Dean turned to ask Cas if he still had the checklist for the game and was startled to find those startling eyes much closer than he had expected. His heart stuttered and for a moment Dean forgot to breathe. Cas’ eyes were wide and his breath soft and smelling of coffee and peppermint. Dean found himself leaning in as if Castiel’s lips were a force of gravity, and unexpectedly the angel started leaning in as well. Dean gulped air and – heard the scuff of a foot just behind him. Dean jumped in his seat and turned to see Sam and Charlie.

               “H-hi guys.” Dean cleared his throat nervously. He dared a glance at Cas, but the angel was apparently absorbed in the menu he likely wouldn’t order anything from. Sam scooted into the booth on Cas’ side while Charlie sat next to Dean, boxing him and Cas into the middle of the circular booth.

               “Heya. You guys have fun on your angel hunt?” Charlie smiled brightly as Sam looked between Dean and Cas with a thoughtful look on his face. Cas emerged from behind the menu, his cheeks brighter red than they had been in the cold.

               “Yes, thank you Charlie. We just found the last one in the window here.”

               “Cool! Anyway, I hope you guys are enjoying this place because we are staying overnight!” Dean tore his gaze away from the menu he was now hiding behind.

               “Since when?” Sam pointed out the window.

               “Do you really want to drive the Impala in a potential blizzard? Besides, Charlie already found us a suite at the historic bed and breakfast. It’s… quaint. Also, they have some sort of special blueberry French toast they make in the mornings, so we figured you’d be okay with it.” Dean conceded that he didn’t want to drive Baby in a blizzard and he had already parked her in a paid for covered space because it was the most secure parking lot he had found here. He also wouldn’t say no to French toast.

               “Is this place in walking distance?” Sam shook his head but Charlie assured him that her current car was a four-wheeler and could easily make the 7-minute drive to their accommodations. Castiel pointed out that if the storm was really that bad, they should get their food to-go. They all fell into a comfortable silence while they made their food choices and Charlie found a 24-hour Walmart right up the street so they could grab whatever they all needed for an overnight visit.

***

               After purchasing toothbrushes, toothpaste, and various other essentials, Charlie had dragged Cas away for what she had said was a secret mission. Dean had shrugged, willing to give their adopted sister whatever she wanted, and then he assigned Sam to waiting in the long 4 shopping days left until Christmas line while he wandered off to the toy section of the store. Dean snagged the Scooby-Doo themed Clue game, thinking it would be nice to have a family board game night while they were snowed in. He would have gotten some beer as well, but this was one of those places that only allowed separate liquor stores to sell alcohol. He decided to get apple cider and some plastic cups instead as he figured if their suite had a stove or even a microwave, he could make it work with some cinnamon sticks.

               While Dean planned for family game night, his mind was also mulling over the almost kiss that Sam and Charlie had interrupted. Dean could have sworn that Cas had also been leaning in towards him, but in part of Dean’s mind that just didn’t make sense. The idea that Cas could have actually wanted to kiss him was just too much. While Dean would be happy to kiss Castiel, he’d only rarely known Cas to have shown any interest in kissing anyone. Meg, April, and he vaguely recalled something about Hannah. Even if Cas had wanted to kiss him, did it mean the same thing it would have meant to Dean? Dean himself wouldn’t have been so ready to kiss Castiel not all that long ago, not until he had slowly begun to realize that it was okay for him to want to kiss guys. Well, not really guys so much as his best friend specifically, but he had always ignored it when he had been attracted to guys in the past. Charlie had been the one to call him on it, to mention more than once that Dean was a little bit too knowledgeable about how to flirt with a guy. While Dean hadn’t actually spoken to anyone, seeing Charlie so comfortable in her own sexuality and then seeing Claire falling for Kaia – it had helped. It had helped even more to see that no one he cared about thought twice about Charlie or Claire’s choices in partners.

               Dean’s mind raced. He had never talked to anyone about it because when he fell in love with his best friend, he felt like he was hung up on someone who would never feel the same. What’s the point of telling anyone you’re bisexual if you only date women? Dean was pretty sure there was a point, and if he was going to be uncharacteristically self-reflective, he may as well admit to himself that he hadn’t said anything when he was working it all out because he was afraid it would have made his feelings for Cas painfully obvious to anyone with eyes. Dean sighed deeply while contemplating a display of Christmas cookies with more intensity than was really warranted. He was so lost in thought that he didn’t notice Cas and Charlie until they both made their presence known with their shared lack of understanding of personal space. He was soon crowded between energetic red-head and intense 6-foot-tall angel.

               “What’d you get, Dean?”

               “Just Clue, Charlie. I thought we could all have family board game night.” Charlie grinned eagerly and Cas glanced down at the board game Dean had under his arm.            

               “It’s that talking dog.” Cas seemed pleased that he knew the game’s theme. Dean tentatively smiled at him.

               “Yeah, I thought you and Sam at least would appreciate a Scooby-Doo mystery game.” Cas broke out into a laugh, and that made it more than worth it for Dean.

               “Do I even want to know, guys?” Dean encouraged Cas to tell Charlie about their cartoon adventures as they walked over to wait in line with Sam.

***

               Castiel couldn’t remember a time when he had felt happier. In all fairness, he had spent most of his existence without feeling much emotion at all, but this was different than even the brief moments of satisfaction he had experienced in more recent years. When they reached the Wayside Inn Cas agreed with the ‘quaint’ assessment. It was a stone inn from the 1800s. They had already been relatively packed by the time Sam and Charlie were looking for rooms, so all four of them were sharing one of the larger suites. There was a large window seat that Cas found appealing as he could watch as the snow fell and muffled all of the outdoor noise. He especially liked how the Christmas lights reflected off of the powdery white snow drifts.

               His human friends all ate dinner quickly while Cas stole a few fries just to get Dean to look at him. He could tell Dean felt awkward about what happened in the restaurant, and because Dean felt awkward, Cas felt it as well. He didn’t know what had come over him but he would try to restrain himself a bit more in the future. Even so, he had thought that Dean had leaned into the kiss as well. Cas rolled his shoulders to dispel some of the tingling sensation of his grace running through his wings. They had pulsed again when he and Dean had almost – well, if nothing else Dean’s first look at Castiel’s wings would be more impressive with how much they had healed.

               Even with the almost kiss hanging over Castiel’s thoughts, he was enjoying himself. Dean roared with laughter when Charlie showed him the picture of Sam in reindeer antlers. He suggested that they send it to Crowley as Sam protested that a moose and a reindeer were not the same thing. Dean announced that he had gotten everyone apple cider, and Charlie pulled out the matching Christmas pajamas she had gotten Cas to help her pick out. She quickly guilt-tripped the Winchesters into wearing them. Castiel didn’t argue with her, it felt wonderful to be included. He had even picked out fuzzy Christmas socks for all of them when he had been looped into Charlie’s plan, and gave Dean the one with angels on them. Charlie then proceeded to give both of the brothers the saddest face she could conjure up until they all agreed to sit in window seat together while Charlie propped up her phone to take a picture of them all.

               “Group hug!”, Charlie called out. Cas was startled to find himself wrapped in Dean’s arms from behind with Charlie and Sam on either side of him. The camera’s timer went off just as Cas’ smile encompassed his entire face. For the first time since rebelling against Heaven, Castiel felt like he was really part of a family.

 ***

@galaxycastiel, @jellydeans, @nguyenxtrang, @my-favourite-hellatus

[cloudhayato]

Greek Yogurt Melancholy

Happy @khrobscureshipweek guys

Lancia/Giannini

Lancia jerked awake from his nap. His heart was pounding and his face was drenched in sweat. Looking down, for a split second he expected to see blood on his hands, but there was nothing. Just the calloused and scarred skin after years of use. He blinked, needing a moment to process all this, and then let out a heavy sigh.

Nightmares again, huh? Even though it was all over, he still couldn't get a good night's sleep. He probably never will, and he doesn't deserve it. Even if Mukuro made him do it, all their deaths are still on him. He's the one who slit their throats and crushed their skulls and-

Yeah, he needed to do anything other than think right now. Getting up to his feet, he felt the weight of exhaustion push down on his shoulders, and dragged his feet towards the kitchen.

His apartment wasn't anything big or stylish. It was a small space with only a bedroom, kitchen, and bathroom. That was all he needed though, he wasn't one for excess amenities.

Opening his fridge door, Lancia glanced at the almost barren shelves and felt a migraine coming on. Reaching towards the back, he grabbed a carton of greek yogurt and went to his drawers to pull out a spoon. The sour taste would help him feel more awake, and it was one of the few things he genuinely enjoyed.

After he sat down at his table, he popped the lid off, and felt his heart fall. Empty. Why would he even put the empty carton back in the fridge? Did he really hate himself that much? This was the sole event that almost made him consider therapy, but he pointedly ignored those thoughts and forcefully got up.

He'd just go to the store and buy more greek yogurt. It wasn't the end of the world, no need to be dramatic about it.

...Except he didn't have a car, and glancing at the clock, which said 7pm, he knew the store would close two hours from now. He wouldn't make it on foot. There was another option available for him, but he didn't feel good about it. Asking for things made him feel weak, and this would put him in the vicinity of another person, when he really would rather be alone.

Swallowing his pride, which was almost as sour as the yogurt he was craving, he walked towards his rotary phone and slowly inputted the numbers.

"Hello?" The familiar voice of Giannini said from the other line. "Mr. Lancia, is that you?"

He still didn't get how Giannini always knew it was him. Technology just never made sense to him.

"Yeah, Giannini, it's me." He answered. "I'm sorry to be asking you this so late, but could you drive me to the store?"

God, he sounded pathetic. He would never willingly learn how to drive one of those deathtraps though. Last time he tried to stop a plane from crashing, let's say the plane still crashed and his presence didn't really affect anything.

"Oh, yes of course Mr. Lancia!" Giannini chirped, as bright and chipper as always. "I'll be there in five minutes, just hold on one moment!"

"Yeah, thank you, Giannini."

Lancia waited for the familiar 'click' to signal the end of the call, and then put the receiver down. Pressing his forehead against the wall, he was already regretting this decision. Just thinking about it was draining, and he sounded so pathetic asking someone to come pick him up just so he could get some yogurt.

There was nothing he could do about it now though. He'd dug his hole and now he had to lay in it, no changing that now.

Lancia stayed like that the entire five minutes. His mind raced through constant mental turmoil, but that was his default state so it was fine, until he heard the doorbell ring. Finally removing his head from the wall, he steeled his face in a default expression that looked like it could kill you, and answered the door.

At first, Lancia was confused. He had to look down to speak to everyone, but he wasn't expecting to look so far down. He also wasn't looking at Giannini. On the ground was this little metal disk thing. A hand had come out of the top, and was still hovering by the doorbell, before receding back into what could only be some kind of machine.

"Mr. Lancia!"

He didn't expect the machine to shout his name. It took him so by surprise that he almost crushed it under his foot on instinct, only stopping himself at the last moment. That voice was Giannini's.

A high pitched shriek erupted from the disk at this attempted murder. "Please wait a moment—"

"Where are you?" Lancia interrupted, looking around the hallway in confusion before back to the disk. "Is this thing like a phone?"

"Exactly that! This is a roomba I've modified to have a variety of extra uses than just vacuuming." Giannini gushed, before calming down and sounding a bit more sheepish. "I'm sorry to have startled you, I should have given you fair notice beforehand."

Most of that flew over Lancia's head, especially the roomba part, but the moment it came up, he stopped caring. Not that he'd say that out loud, Giannini sounded excited and shutting him down would be rude.

"It's fine. Where are you?" Lancia asked, trying not to sound too exhausted.

"Ah, I'm parked outside." Giannini answered.

The 'roomba' turned around and pointed towards the stairs. He lived on the second floor so just at the bottom would be the exit.

Lancia just grunted in affirmation.

He stepped over the roomba and doubled his pace. This already felt like it was taking forever. He literally just wanted some Greek Yogurt, that was it. If only life itself didn't hate him with a burning passion.

The staircase went in a circle pattern. Not really a spiral staircase, but how most stairs in a small space worked. Lancia just jumped the railing and fell perfectly through the middle part where no stairs touched. It was just the second floor after all.

He landed on his feet, knees bent a little, but he barely felt the landing anyways. The building manager behind his desk was looking at him with wide eyes, but he pointedly didn't make eye contact as he walked past. He really didn't need to deal with that right now.

Opening the door to the parking lot, Lancia recognized Giannini's car immediately. It was bright yellow, and the mechanic had told him it was a 'buggy' as if that meant anything to him. It was small and cramped, and Lancia could barely fit himself in it, but it's not like he was going to make Giannini make, yes he made that buggy, a whole new car just for him.

Giannini excitedly waved at him through the windshield. Lancia was grateful he remembered not to honk the horn this time. The loud noise activated his fight or flight, and he was hardwired to always choose fight. He still felt bad about completely crushing the engine, but Giannini assured him it was fine and he could fix it.

None of that mattered now though, and as Lancia opened the car door, he finally felt like he was getting somewhere. The roomba jumped in after him and crawled behind the seats. He didn't have anything more to say about the invention so he just didn't acknowledge it.

"It's been awhile." Giannini said conversationally as he started the engine. "What have you been up to?"

"Mulling over the sins of my past." Lancia answered honestly.

"Okay!" Giannini smiled uncomfortably. "I was working on upgrading my microwave in order to stabilize isotopes."

"Hm. Did it work?"

"No."

The conversation quieted down to an awkward silence after that, both unsure where to go from there. It was difficult for them to relate to one another. Giannini was the son of a brilliant inventor trying to live up to his father's legacy, and Lancia spent most of his early life possessed and forced to kill. Finding common ground was a challenge.

"What kind of greek yogurt do you like?" Giannini spoke up after a while, sounding nervous.

"...Regular." Lancia mumbled, feeling a little embarrassed talking about this.

"Oh, an excellent choice!" Gianni said, with a little more enthusiasm than necessary. "I'm a big fan of vanilla myself."

"Vanilla's fine. I just prefer it more sour." Lancia responded, and from there they descended into a very thoughtful conversation about flavours and their own preferences.

It was the most Lancia had spoken since returning to Italy.

Before they knew it, they arrived at the store. Lancia was actually genuinely surprised that the car ride wasn't another long, agonizing ordeal to go through. He actually felt a little energized, as strange as it was to say. He'd need to ruminate over this later when he got back to his apartment and was trying to sleep.

"Well, we're here!" Giannini said needlessly, since they'd been parked for around two minutes already.

"We are." Lancia repeated in his gruff voice, and then opened the door and stepped out.

It was a small little corner store that was several corners too far. Still, it was cheap and never too busy, and that ticked all of Lancia's boxes. Only one automatic door worked and Lancia had to step around the frozen one. He walked through the aisles, not making conversation with the cashier and the one other customer present.

After a bit of searching, he found what he was looking for. The long sought after prize, Greek Gods Greek Yogurt, and in this moment he'd never felt so happy before to finally buy some gross dairy product.

As he went to grab the yogurt from the fridge, something else caught his attention. A little notice advertising a sale. 'Buy one get one free!' it said, and after some hesitation, he grabbed a second one.

Quickly, he paid for them and left the store. Giannini waved at him again as he stepped into the parking lot, and Lancia looked away, feeling kind of embarrassed. Hurrying over, he opened the door and took his seat beside Giannini.

"Did you find what you were looking for, Mr. Lancia?" Giannini asked, looking at him curiously.

Without saying anything, Lancia handed him the second greek yogurt. It was vanilla.

Giannini let out a small gasp as he took the yogurt, and out of the corner of his eye, Lancia could see the mechanic's lips quirk up in a delighted smile.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Lancia!" Giannini sounded so happy it was almost ridiculous.

"Yeah, no problem." Lancia said, and after a moment of hesitation. "It's just Lancia, by the way."

Giannini's eyes softened at that, as he handed over plastic spoons he had in his glove compartment along with various tools.

"Okay then. Thank you, Lancia."

Maybe this outing wasn't as bad as Lancia thought. The greek yogurt tasted a little sweeter on his tongue, and he found that he didn't mind as much.

It was nice.

[mistymark]

nct + wayv as types of friends

this isn't ordered im so sorry

Johnny: the hot guy friend that you wish you had fallen for, you've been friends for absolute years, probably met you when you were still sporting middle school acne and braces, he knows exactly what you look like when you wake up with a hangover and last night’s makeup still on, you always have a shoulder to cry on and he’s always slinging an arm across your shoulders just cause youre the perfect height, likes driving you places, stressed if you drive

Taeil: the older brother friend that jokes around with you all the time out of love, your parents probably love him more than they love you, invites himself over for dinner a lot and pretends your parents invited him without you, gets really happy when they go along it, accompanies you on errands just to spend time with you, makes you buy things for him as a reward, ends up buying you more stuff

Taeyong: the how-are-you-even-friends-he’s-so-out-of-your-league friend that you’re genuinely still surprised he hasn’t abandoned you yet, he doesnt notice the stares from others when you hang out, holds your hand platonically, jokes about how if hes not married when hes 40 hes going to propose to you, gets flustered when you assure him hell be lucky to make it to 30 without being snatched up, wonders why you can't believe the same thing for yourself when you're the greatest person in the world to him

Yuta: the k-drama guy friend that used to make you question how you felt about him, treats you like a sister, invites you on family outings and trips with his fam, everyone thinks you’ve been harbouring secret feeling for each other, but youre honestly just very comfortable around each other, will 100% pick you up and carry you around like its nothing, doesn’t understand why other girls that he dates get jealous

Kun: the too-perfect friend that honestly just has everything under control, he’s excelling at everything it makes you feel like even more of a mess, but he’s always willing to help you out, laughs at you a lot but he really doesn’t mean to, wonders why he’s friends with you but spends 5 minutes in your company and realises how much he loves you, brings you souvenirs from countries he’s visited when he goes on holidays

Lucas: the boyfriend-but-we’re-not-dating friend that treats you like his girlfriend basically, looks at you like you’re his entire world, daydreams about moving in with you and travelling and exploring the world with you, brings you as his date to every fancy event, constantly says you deserve better than any guy you date, tries to set you up with "worthy guys" (his friends), gets offended when you ask if he means himself

Mark: the FaceTime friend that you don't always see because he's so busy, but he facetimes and calls and texts whenever he can, stays up late on FaceTime with you to keep you company while you study, always makes you laugh, invites you to do really fun and odd activities over the summer, texts you dumb memes during that day, asks to call you when it's late at night, likes to sit at a convenience store or cafe and just talking when you hang out, always gives you a really big hug before you leave

Jaehyun: the friend your parents wish you would date, sweet and charming and always brings something when he's invited over for dinner, laughs warmly when your parents ask for the millionth time why you're not together when you're both single, dedicates songs to you on the radio passive aggressively like "here's to the person who thinks Bohemian Rhapsody is by AC/DC", won't ever (intentionally) embarrass you, once said he wanted to spend every valentines with you and didn't realise the connotation until later

Jaemin: the friend that makes everyone else wish they had a friend like him, has his own shit but hides it so well everyone thinks he's perfect, brings a bag full of snacks whenever you hang out, texts you when he's away with sad faces saying he misses you, platonic PDA, says he wants to watch a movie but ends up talking through it, you end up sitting normally on opposite ends of the couches but suddenly one of you lying against the other and that's completely normal, you spend hours in each other's bedrooms alone and no one bats and eye

Doyoung: the friend you want to keep for the rest of your life, he somehow knew how to adult at like age fifteen, the one you call when your microwave breaks or you get a flat tire, you get called mom and dad by your other friends, except doyoung is mom and you're dad, you see him shirtless a lot, laughs when you throw clothes at him and yell at him to get dressed, probably has a box of his stuff at your place because he never leaves, likes going out at night with you

Renjun: probably the friend you had a crush on when you were a kid, grown up together but you weren’t particularly close back then, “weren’t you the one in fourth grade who-”, constantly steals your food but always offers you half of whatever he’s got, “it’s your turn to pay”, once accidentally stood up a date because you asked him to come over and he forgot he had somewhere else to be, falls asleep way later than you so when he stays over you always wake up to some new piece of art he did cause he was bored

Winwin: the savage friend who will not let you live, basically acts like he hates you, squirms away and looks disgusted when you cuddle him, rolls his eyes and hugs you back when you pout at him, buys you coffee a lot, likes it when you try and sneakily take pictures and videos of him because he looks good, complains that his parents like you more than they like him, actually doesn’t hate wearing matching clothes, happy to do whatever when you hang out

Jeno: basically Kun part two, he is just so good at everything you feel infinitely inferior, always trying to impress you by doing some cool new trick, likes going to the park or local playground with you, you act like children around each other, offers to buy you ice cream when youre sad, ends up eating half of it himself, tells you that youre pretty with only a little bit of blushing, regrets agreeing to go to the school dance as a group and wishes he’d just asked you to be his date

Donghyuck: the teasing friend, hes basically your annoying little brother, which you absolutely adore about your friendship, makes you feel like a queen because he wants your attention so much, asks you to come over to help him study so he can spend time with you, video game competitions are a must, lots of playful bets, he asks you to be his date to the school dance in a joking “ur alright I guess lol” way but hes also kinda shy about it

Chenle: the friend that used to have a crush on you, he got over it pretty quickly after you became friends, always doing dumb stuff so if youre not there to do it with him hes sending you photos and videos of him doing it by himself, tells you that you should come with him on family vacations and actually means it, sends you happy birthday texts at midnight so he can be the first one, interrupts FaceTime calls with “hold on I gotta take a shit”

Jisung: (you guessed it) the baby friend that you feel like you need to protect, he actually ends up protecting you most of the time, hes kind of a human shield, laughs when you hide behind him, frowns when you squish his cheeks, his favourite place to hang out is your house, likes walking to the convenience store for snacks but pretends he doesnt, lies on your bed dramatically and asks you to go without him, shocked when you pretend to leave without him

Hendery: your knight in shining armour, you first became friends as kids when a teacher was accusing you of something (you definitely did do) but he stuck up for you and got you out of trouble, has been doing it ever since, asks you why youre not in love with him yet, best moral support and study buddy, gets offended when you tell him hes not your first choice for a date to the dance, definitely is your first choice tho

Xiaojun: the platonic-or-romantic friend that you always wonder about, actually kind of romantic, plays songs for you, isn't afraid to sing for you, laughs when you mess up the lyrics of songs, lends you his jackets and hoodies, daydreams about what it would be like if you dated and wonders if it would be weird, neither of you are interested in that though, steals your coffee and screws his face up when its not what he normally gets, impromptu sleepovers

Yangyang: the childhood best friend, been your best friend for years and won't let you forget it, jokingly gets jealous when he feels like hes being ‘’’replaced’’’, likes going shopping with you, very blunt about what looks good and what doesn’t, gives you things to try on as a joke, probably has a good texting relationship with your mother, smiles with pride when his pets like you, has a list of places he wants to go with you saved on his phone

Ten: the friend that acts like a five year old, always makes you smile and laugh, tires you out sometimes because he just has so much energy, dances with you around your living room, smiles really wide when you tell him hes handsome, teases you that you should just confess that youre in love with him, makes fun of you a lot and its so funny that you laugh along too, your contact name in his phone switches between “love of my life <3″ and “bitch”

Jungwoo: the confident friend, hes not afraid to embarrass you in public, yells across stores and restaurants for you, shoves his camera in your face to get funny photos of you, likes spending time with you in parks and outdoors, complains about it though, laughs when you complain that he takes up too much room on your couch and slouches so that he takes up even more, uses you as a pillow

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Mass Effect Trilogy Tag!

I was not tagged by anyone, I just really wanted to join in. If you see this and want to as well, please do! I've been loving reading through everyone's :)

I am a fan since… 2011ish? Definitely at least a year before ME3 came out. I remember watching my brother play ME2 and thinking it was so cool. While he was away it was a huge comfort for me to play it in his room, kind of like a bonding or cathartic experience for someone who wasn't there at the time.

When ME3 came out, me and him went to the midnight release at a gamestop like 40 minutes away or something, wearing clothes we threw together to kind of fit the N7 color scheme. Even though we don't talk anymore, those memories are still really precious to me. Also, the nostalgia of playing ME1 after-school or on the weekend, running to get my easy mac from the microwave during a cutscene, stuffing too hot mouthfuls while speeding the Mako towards the conduit on Ilos.

Favorite game of the series: It's a tough call between ME1 and ME2, but I'd say ME2. It's the game I get the urge to replay the most.

MaleShep or FemShep? Femshep all the way. I only play MShep when I want to do his exclusive romances. No offense to BroShep, but ME was the first game I ever played that let me not just be a girl, but customizable. Not just to be the already generated token girl character in a pack of boys. And not only can you play Femshep, but every game you are surrounded by smart, funny, tough women as squadmates. It was such a huge deal to me, and still is. Femshep represents so much. As Jennifer Hale put it, FemShep was a military grade boot to the video game industry glass ceiling.

Earthborn, Colonist or Spacer? I personally tend to lean spacer in-game, but I tend to use Earthborn when I'm writing fics.

Paragon or Renegade? Usually Paragon, but Renegade playthroughs can be really interesting, especially if I have a detailed background about why Shep is the way they are. My first Renegade, Krystle, is pretty bigoted and anti-alien until she meets Liara. Krystle is naturally guarded and quick to anger, so meeting someone who seemed to accept her and listen to her without judgment really opens her mind.

By the 2nd game, she wakes up in the cerberus lab with new biotic powers, having previously been a regular foot soldier. This makes her seeth, having someone completely take her agency, agreeing with the illusive man on the surface but plotting against him the entire time. She starts to lean more Paragon, if only to piss him off. She has the biggest smirk on her face when she blows up the collector base.

Biotics or Tech? Oooh, this is hard. Maybe biotics just the tiniest smidge because of Jack/Samara biotic bubble throw during the suicide mission. I don't know if we'll ever get a screen adaptation but THAT is a moment I would pay to see done with a big SFX budget behind it.

Favorite class: Sentinel! I don't know how much this reflects on my class preference in gaming in general, but I love the 'jack of all trades'ness of it. By the time I get an assault rifle, I don't really feel the need for anyone else to make up for something I lack. Also, tech armor in ME2? Where your shields regenerate automatically when it breaks, and the cool down is when you initially active it, instead of when you detonate it? Chef's kiss. I understand why it was nerfed in 3 but I'm still mad.

Favorite companion: Ho boy. This is obviously very difficult to choose but I'm gonna say Miranda. I've always loved and identified with her character, I love the accent, and she's always useful on missions. I was so happy when I learned she could be a squadmate in the armax arena.

Honorable mention to Ashley in ME1. Her character is rarely used to exposition lore, so she just gets to have her personality fleshed out. I don't always agree with her but she does seem genuinely willing to listen. ME3 tosses her out the airlock though; partially because her content was bugged and never restored, leaving her inclusion feel half-baked, and partly because Ash and Kaidan have to be able to serve the same plot function as each other and it negatively affects her character more than his. This could also be intentional on bioware's part, to try to flesh out kaidan's personality and tone down Ashley's as a response to criticisms of them from ME1.

Least favorite companion: Also difficult, because I don't really hate anyone as much as I am just less interested in some. I didn't like Zaeed for a long time, but I think he's much better and really funny in ME3. James was pushed on me too much at the beginning and it made me really dislike him, but I think he's greatly improved and also pretty funny in Citadel DLC. I'm also pretty indifferent to Jacob; I don't think he's a bad character, just disappointing because there was a lot of potential.

Not that every character has to go on and do some grand quest to be interesting, but I don't feel like Jacob every really got a big hero moment like everyone else. He is a very calm and introverted person (imo) who doesn't really share his feelings, so it's always been hard for to to connect with him on anything.

My squad selection: Depends on the game, but it usually involves Garrus lol. Typically it's Liara/Garrus in ME1, Miranda/Garrus for ME2, and Liara/Garrus again in ME3. I am very boring and predictable! If you have any suggestions for me to try out and mix things up, let me know!

Favorite in-game romance: Also depends on the game. ME1 it's Liara, hands down. It was the first game, really the first piece of media, where I was told two women could fall in love and be happy and that was okay. The amount of enlightenment and comfort in figuring out that I was bi these games brought me is kind of wild to look back on.

ME2 is a toss-up between Garrus and Thane. They are both wonderful but in completely different ways. I tend to now romance Thane on characters I don't plan on importing to ME3, or if I do, to just have a really depressed fucking Shepard lol. I hate how much Thane was brushed off, especially if you romanced him.

Other pairings I like: l love Miranda so much, but I'm a gay girl so I ship her and Femshep. Same goes for Tali, Jack, Ashley... damn I'm just really gay for straight girls huh :/

I don't really have any other ships for non-Shep related pairings.

Favorite NPC: Shiala is really cool to me, I wish we got to see her in 3. Emily Wong is also cool, also wish we saw her in 3. There's probably a lot more that when I come across them next I'll be like, "you! I love you! You're my favorite."

Oh also Joker! And EDI! But not together. Idk I feel like ME3 threw a curveball at me with "do you support organic/non-organic relationships?" Like m'am please don't ask me, I accidentally drank turian liquor last year, I'm not qualified to be an expert on this.

Favorite antagonist: Tbh I really dig Saren. I think his reasoning is super fascinating, both to set up how someone who's indoctrinated can rationalize to themselves that they are still in control; and as a foil to Shepard, to show what can happen when you become too isolated and the ends justify the means. I think his VA does a great job of walking the line between desperate survivor and madman. He's also the only antagonist in the trilogy that we ever fight 1 on 1 (ignoring squadmates) and it feels more personal. I think he's such a fantastic foe for the first entry in a trilogy and I don't think he gets enough credit.

Favorite mission: Is it cliche to say the suicide mission? It's honestly close to perfect. The stakes, the sequencing, the cinematics, the score. Everything works so well.

Favorite loyalty mission: Kasumi's and Tali's are really cool, as we all know. Samara's is also cool because it is entirely non-combat based. Shepard has to prove they can accomplish what seems impossible without a gun or biotics.

The confrontation at the end with Morinth always haunts me a little, because they are both right in their own way. Morinth's final line, "and they say I'm the monster", as you let Samara kill her, watch her scrambling backwards in fear... I know that she's a remorseless killer, but it gets me every time.

Favorite DLC: It's Citadel, obviously. Turns out what I really wanted was quality time and a party with all my friends. I love mass effect for many reasons, but simulating friends and affection when I had none has always made me bond to this series like other games don't. Is it sad? Sure! But I don't think love and affection for fictional characters should ever be shameful until it makes you hurt other people.

Control, Synthesis or Destroy? I'd say destroy. If the other options were presented earlier and we had time to stew with it, maybe I'd be more split. But all of this in 5 minutes? It's not like the collector base where the implications are obvious and the choice is just down to what Shepard believes. The 3 choices all seem like space magic out of nowhere, and none of them seem to really offer any insight on what Shepard should believe. So I say destroy, just because it's what Shep has intended and is most consistent with their character and their admiration of Anderson.

Favorite weapon: The spectre level assault rifle in ME1. Never have I felt more powerful.

Favorite place: Idk why but I just thought of the creepy lab with all the scientists during the leviathan DLC. I really love when Mass Effect leans into the Lovecraftian horror aspect of things. Talking to Sovereign and Vigil in ME1 gave me goosebumps my first few playthroughs.

A quote I like: I have hundreds, but the one off the top of my head is, "After time adrift among open stars, along tides of light and through shoals of dust, I will return to where I began." I have a poster of it up on my wall right now!

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Heather Watches SG1 s7ep17&18: Heroes pt1 and pt2

 Watched 23/06/2020

Well here we go friends. I’m torturing myself for the sake of making y’all laugh and also because I have a LOT of feelings about this two parter and NONE of them are good. I can’t be the only one so lets see who else agrees with me! 

This is about to get long and very swear word heavy so avert your eyes if you aren’t into that <3 Just letting you know I use some VERY strong language this post. I’m Australian so the word isn’t uncommon for us to use and we use it as a term of endearment in some parts too but I just wanted y’all to know. 

This turned into the biggest one I’ve ever done too with 362 dot points... read if you dare

Well here we go

I’m probably gonna cry a lot

I love Saul Rubinek. 

I adore him in Warehouse 13

Artie Neilson is like the dad I didn’t have

but fuck me if I don’t hate Emmet

This WHOLE two parter is pointless and just serves to kill of a character that didn’t need to die 

Anyway getting into that a little early on

Fuck the defence department. 

You haven’t spoken to Space Dad of Texas

The most unorthodox

JFC this ass hole

I’m calling him AssHole for the rest of the episodes

Of course they don’t want them here, he’s a dick 

Hammond’s little smile

This whole episode feels sombre and sad

and we’re three minutes into the two parter

this whole thing is about to fall to shit

credits

i’m not even excited for the credits

because I’m hurting

last time I watched this I’d started crying the second it started so I’m doing much better this time 

I love watching them go up the ramp  to the gate

its nice

end credits

NO ONE ASKED YOU SAUL

that was a bomb

but NO ONE ASKED YOU 

And Teryl Rothery as Dr. Janet Fraiser

FUCK OFF

He doesn’t have time

He’s busy

Lol coughed on his hand and went to shake Saul’s hand

dead

memos... as if Jack’s ever read one of those

Sam is so awkward

I love her so much

It is nothing short of extraodinary 

she is nothing short of extraordinary and we know this

but again

NOT ONE ASKED YOU ASSHOLE

and grand empress of scifi

grand empress of my heart 

goof ball

the list goes on

god she’s so awkward’

but so adorable 

Thats fine

please annoy Daniel 

What was it like to be dead ffs

TRANSCENDED? DID YOU PAY ANY ATTENTION???

What else is he supposed to say?! He DIED he doesn’t REMEMBER ANYTHING

Daniel’s right

Its fascinating 

LOL DANIEL YOU STUPID IDIOT THATS HILARIOUS

I love Daniel when he’s pissing off people i hate

Bill <3 

Personal microwave oven... nice

And its only taken you 7 years

so glad you did though

Odd that he was on fire

but we never see that happen any other times

“He does this all the time” poor Siler

Sam looks so happy when talking technobable and about her doohickeys. 

I adore her

And honestly all that shits fascinating 

still 32 minutes left... 

honestly if it weren’t for me talking about Janets death, I’d never watch these again. 

They are genuinely some of the worst episodes of SG1

I said what I said

“Sure. Its really cool. Steam comes out of it and everything”

She’s gonna kill someone

WALTER

Thats right

FUCK OFF SAUL

DOESN’T MEAN THERE WASN’T ANY GOA’ULD HERE RECENTLY

I love that they take odds

but this scene is only here to set up the character that is the reason Janet dies

because Janet shouldn’t have been off base

but we’re not going to talk about that are we? 

The episode would have played out the same if this man had died

Anyone can die in war

Doesn’t matter if they’re a parent etc

but nah

we gotta - 

sorry I’ll stop

SHE’S SO HOT 

JACK YOU IDIOT

As if he read the memo

THERE SHOULD BE A CAKE

Obviously he can’t tell you much because he was DEAD

OMG TEAL’C

HE’S NOT SAYING A WORD

BECAUSE HE FUCKING HATES THIS GUY MORE THAN I DO

SAUL SHUT UP

LITERALLY NO ONE CARES 

GO HOME

“Dr Jackson is going to die when he sees this”

“What again?”

my dude you have NO idea

This is what happens when you go poking around

you get ambushed

because it was all a fucking set up

no explination of WHO set them up tho... it was just a set up

what

a

joke

wooooooow

they took it out with a WALL

NOT THIS FUCKING ARSE HOLE

KINSEY JUST PISS OFF 

WE DON’T LIKE YOU

WE DON’T WANT YOU

GO SUCK A ROTTEN TOMATO

EVEN SAUL IS BORED OF YOU

AND HE’S THE MOST BORING MAN I’VE EVER MET

leave Jack alone

YES JACK

Its not slander if its TRUE YOU WANKER

NO YOU HAVE NOT

PAST AND PRESENT YOU ASS

JFC

Who cares what the president wants

I am 90% sure Jack just called Kinsey a limp dick and I’ve never been prouder? 

“deep and unyielding love for you, sir” SHUT UP JACK YOU GOOSE 

Well Mr Bregman can such a toe

Fancy arguing with Space Dad from Texas

OH FUCK OFF SAUL

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST

NO ONE CARES

HAMMOND IS RIGHT

PEOPLE ARE GOING TO DIE IF YOU’RE THERE

PEOPLE ARE GOING TO GET HURT

YOU HAVE NO RIGT TO BE THERE

Sam joking around with Teal’c is so sweet

I love them and their friendship so much

Gah!

OF COURSE THERE IS A CHANCE THINGS WILL GO WRONG YOU NARCACISTIC FUCK

ITS LIKE TO GO MORE WRONG WITH YOU THERE

I’M SORRY I’M YELLING SO MUCH I JUST HATE HIM WITH MY ENTIRE BODY.

Well is he wrong? 

Because you’re an absolute arse, thats why it doesn’t matter

Shots of your ass serve us all well O’Neill

“How do you feel about Colonel O’Neill”

She wishes to kiss him, sir. 

And potentially much more but we shall no discuss that here

He is amazing

Time outside of work... what are you insinuating

Good cover

Like family

First and foremost her superior officer

Secondly your LOVER

because I pretend Pete doesn’t exist right now

OH THIS SCENE

Actually that was pretty cute Daniel

And you’re right it is fascinating

At some action? 

So you can be a dick and use peoples death as entertainment? 

Fuck me 

His job is the inscriptions

seriously fuck this guy

I love how Sam’s face goes from he’s right its boring to aww Daniel, he didn’t :O

I love their friendship

But it nearly could have cause people like oh, I don’t know, YOUR BOYFRIEND, SAMANTHA, stalk people

shouldn’t have stayed as long as you did

if y’all hadn’t stayed

this wouldn’t have happened

Janet my love 

I’m crying

wow Jack has been hurt a fuck tonne

he didn’t give permission

Saul is an ass

I’m literally fighting tears right now

I fucking love her so much 

You never know what to expect but you do such a good job sweetie 

I’m so proud of you

The more she talks the more proud of her I am

and the more of a loss it truly is that she goes

because she’s fucking incredible and she has so much heart 

her little laugh fucking STOP

My heart is literally breaking 

AND DR FRAISER

STOP

THEY WOULDN’T HAVE JUST WALKED INTO AN AMBUSH LIKE THAT ON ANY OLD DAY

WHY NOW

WHO WROTE THIS FUCKING SHIT

FUCK OFF SAUL

THIS IS RIDICULOUS

HER GIGGLE STOP I LOVE HER 

SHE DESERVED MORE

DO NOT GO

JANET NO STAY

BABY

and we end there to go to part two

this episode felt weird

it feels like is a drama inside a drama does that make sense? 

It kinda feels like 200

like it feels fake and like its about to cut to a shot of them sitting around a table, flabergasted and with their heads in their hands

So Robert C. Cooper wrote it

I just wanna talk buddy... just wanna talk

THEY AIRED THIS FUCKER THE DAY BEFORE VALENTIES DAY?!?! WTF SYFY?!

Alright starting episode 2

SAUL FUCK OFF YOU CAN’T BE THERE

JANET BABY DON’T GOOOOOOO

I AM CRYING

I have my pillow pet who is named Janet

She was a gag gift about 7 years ago and I was watching SG1 at the time

but also she just looked like a Janet

She’s become a staple in my life and I love her 

Anyway she always gets me through these episodes

credits

still not into it right now

should have skipped them this episode tbh

end credits

Ordered chocolate cake

it arrived

i’m happy with this choice

I don’t give a fuck about them deciding what happens in the fucking video

Good answer Daniel

I could also watch Major Carter’s head talk all day

They didn’t stand a fucking chance out there

They ran into that situation totally unprepared

which they would never have done normally

this whole two parter is fucking bull shit

and then they pit Jack and Janet against each other... like who are we gonna be more upset to lose in this moment

Fuck Jack

baby noooo

I can’t take this episode ffs

Lol Walter being cute

Get out of there

You cunt

get that fucking camera off 

fuck this guy

no Sam

fuck off 

leave her alone

punch him in the face

oh Sam honey I’m so sorry

she lost her best friend

FUCK OF SAUL

JESUS 

HER BEST FRIEND JUST DIED 

SHE’S IN PAIN

YOU DO NOT GET TO DICTATE WHETHER PEOPLE GET FILMED WHEN SHE’S CLEARLY IN PAIN

I’LL TURN YOU OFF YOU FUCKING ARSE HOLE FUCK YOU

don’t sit there all upset like your day has been ruined

And now we have them making us think Jack died so that we worry about him the entire episode instead of Janet

because who cares about her right?

FUCKING WOOLSEY

I literally just screamed

i hate him

this episode can’t get any FUCKING WORSE

I also question the decision. 

No offence Space Dad of Texas

but it doens’t make sense that you chose to do what you did

I’m sorry but it doesn’t 

FUCK OOOOOOFFFF WOOOSLEY

Hammond visiting Carter <3 

Ah Barrett

So Woolsey is a corrupt piece of shit

Whoda thunk it

I’m crying again

Poor Hammond

Poor Sam

Talking at the memorial man

OH GOOD MORE WOOLSEY

BECAUSE THIS EPISODE ISN’T GOOD ENOUGH...

Fuck him

And the truth is that you’re a dick, moving on

Daniel has a point... and I hate saying that but he has a point

I love Sam

Daniel doesn’t give a fuck

Go Daniel I’m proud of you

OH NOT SAUL AND THE F U C K I N G CAMERA

NO PISS OFF

This is cruel

to make us see her death

to show us her literal dead body was too fucking much

I’m sorry but this would have been just as powerful if Simons had died

Hes a good kid

but this would have had the same impact

I’m sick of this man

I’m sick of this shit

OH MY GOD GO THE FUCK AWAY YOU PIECE OF SHIT

Which is why you bastards should not have been in the fucking field

It was of a man dying

end of

Yeah but what they do every single day doesn’t mean show us JANETS DEATH

Sharing it with the world won’t make him feel any better about one of his best friends getting show you mole

Good, Woolsey again

suck my dick

So this guy put money values on peoples heads

and he got command of Atlantis? 

Yeah fuck him I’m not watching s5 of Atlantis

to be fair $27 million is a lot of money

but its still peopls lives

fuck off you smarmy git

I would love to see him tossed out on his arse

He can do that

fuck off you don’t get to say in whether or not you’re there or have a right to be there

you’re invading on peoples privacy

you’re an ass

The Tape

Fuck the N.I.D

I actually feel really bad for Daniel

fuck you Bregman

so excited to see people’s deaths

I had to pause for a moment

because I just saw Janet die

and its cruel

We didn’t have to see her death

knowing it happened was bad enough 

physically seeing her dead is like salt in the wound

Janet deserved so much more than this

hope you’re happy bregman

sam visiting Jack

hurts because i love the cute moment

but it hurts

because we shuoldn’t have had to lose janet for this

Cassie... my heart is broken

the way he looks at her when she starts crying and the hug  like he has been there with her so many times 

its all so sweet 

and they’re so in love but they can’t have each other

its rude 

Poor Simon... 

Poor Sam

watching her cry is so hard

and Teal’c 

guys i’m not sure i can finsih this

ok sorry I’m back

Gotta pick up Cassie

Cassie 100% lived with Sam right? 

Oh Teal’c... i love you so, so much you sweet angel

and the little hug.. their friendship is beautiful

I’m so sick of Bregman at this point

and them being in the room where Daniel died, where Jack chose to get his symbiote, where they saved Cassie and Sam and countless others, where they helped Teal’c

Janet was so strong, so wise

oh Daniel... I’m sorry 

It does but others don’t need to see it Daniel

Oh fuck I’ll be back after the memorial

its such a beautiful memorial

and Im glad they chose Sam to talk 

I’m gonna say some more in my final notes

its hard right now with the tears

I still think you’re an absolute arse, Saul

This was kinda sweet actually

oh they named the baby Janet

i’m never gonna stop crying 

Oh Jack

he’s so unimpressed

what a stupid way to end it

sorry but that was shit

Final thoughts

i genuinely hate these episodes. I honestly don’t think I’ll ever watch them again. Even with another watch through.. they’re not as well written or directed as other episodes, they’re unbelievable in the cannon of the show and breaks their own rules, not to mention the sheer heartbreak

Bregman is one of the most unlikeable characters in the show. If Simmons had of been alive he could have been in the episode too just to add to the trifecta of cunts!

Cassie should have been at the memorial

they make you think Jack is dead so we won’t worry about janet to what? make it more of a shock? because it doesn’t work. It should never have been designed to make us feel relief at Janet’s death because it wasn’t Jack! It doesn’t do her justice. 

Janet Fraiser was a smart woman with a massive heart. She was brave and strong and she cared for everyone even when they were arseholes. She had a bit of fun with SG1 sometimes too. She was an incredible Dr, mother and friend.  Janet was tiny but tough. Something that i aim for. I’m 5ft2 so basically the same as Janet and believe it or not i’ve had people question my ability to be a good teacher because noone will take me seriously. Janet always made me feel like people would take me seriously and that even though I’m small, I can do big things. She encouraged me to be a good person with a heart of gold. Her death hits really hard for that reason. but also because she was an incredible character who deserved more than what she was given. Hardly any screen time and then murdered to make some sort of point that didn’t need making??? Not to mention she’s mentioned twice in the next three seasons and when she “comes back” in Ripple Effect she spends almost no time with Sam which makes exactly 0 sense. 

Someone recently said they heard she was killed because the writers didn’t know how much more time they had and wanted to wrap some stuff up? Lets not forget that they made the end of this season a huge cliff hanger... but I’m still not sure what we could wrap up with her death? She had a fucking child!

Any way I won’t be watching this again. I’m sorry this isn’t much fun but hopefully you’ve got a giggle out of me swearing at the idiots 

I love you all for reading this and supporting me posts, they’re usually pretty fun to make honestly!

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Netflix and Chill (Haechan x Reader)

Warning: SMUT!! (Is this even a surprise anymore)

Pairing: Haechan x Fem! Reader

Summary: Your attractive af neighbor comes over for a movie night, but the scenario quickly changes from Netflix to chill ;))

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You were currently running around your living room, dusting the usually unimportant window sill for the 7th time, just to make sure no extra specks of dust made their way onto the wooden surface in the past 10 minutes. The panicked expression on your face perfectly matched your half attained hair bun, giving off classic mother-with-way-too-many-children vibes. Honestly, any other person would think you were getting your place ready for the president, or your boss, or any remotely important person. But no. The only thing on your mind at the current moment was the nervous sensation of not being nearly representable, despite the fact that Haechan was coming in half an hour.

Ah yes, Haechan. The insanely good looking musician boy next door. Practically the Prince Charming of your not so interesting life.

You snapped out of your daydreaming state, adjusting the last frame on the wall before rushing to your room. It didn’t take long for you to realise that you had no idea what to do, inside of the situation that you wanted to call a “first date.” In all honesty, you guys weren’t complete strangers, and this whole thing could be easily mistaken for two friends hanging out. So, naturally, you spent a good moment or two contemplating on what to do. In the end, you opted for letting your brushed hair down, and wearing a hoodie that looked casual enough for a stay in date, but cute enough to look flattering while you munched on popcorn.

You contently hummed, giving yourself a thumbs up in the mirror before going downstairs to wait for Donghyuck. And as if on cue, the doorbell rang twice, not three times because that would seem too desperate, and not once, because that seemed too unimportant.

Taking in a deep breath, you tucked your hair behind your ear as you carefully unlocked the door, revealing a sheepish Haechan. He awkwardly waved, almost shoving the popcorn bags he brought into your arms, making you giggle in response.

“Welcome to my humble abode,” you said comedically, letting the slightly taller boy through the doorway. After locking the door, you gently tossed the popcorn bags onto the kitchen counter as you told him to make himself at home. Haechan hummed in response, taking his shoes off by the entrance and earning himself an interesting glance at his choice of banana socks. You admired his features as he took his coat off, noticing that he was wearing his nice jeans today, taking into consideration that he was usually in either ripped or patched pants. His fashion sense was on point though, just like his perfectly soft looking locks.

Donghyuck looked up at you, giving you a blinding smile once he caught your gaze. You brushed off the gesture as a friendly one, walking him to the couch in front of the tv.

“Did you think of any movies Donghyuck?” You asked as you tossed him the remote, him effortlessly catching it and plopping him self on the couch.

“Nah not really? Oh and call me Hyuck,” he said, almost as nonchalantly as his whole stance. His words made your heart skip a beat, making you stutter as you gave him a response.

“O-ok,” You said with slightly dusted cheeks, almost missing the smirk that he gave you as you turned on your heels to make way to the kitchen. Throwing a popcorn bag into the microwave, you leaned on the counter and observed Haechan’s laid back figure on your couch. The image made your thoughts race, making you wonder what it would be like if the boy was your boyfriend, perfectly fitting in your oddly empty apartment.

You were so enchanted with the way he switched through shows that you almost didn’t hear when the microwave alarm went off. Luckily, Hyuck didn’t see the silly way you burnt yourself while trying to empty the contents of the bag into a giant plastic bowl. The unique salty aroma of the popcorn filled the air as you walked to the couch, throwing yourself down on the spotless piece of furniture. Haechan glanced at you, but continued scrolling through sections, unable to decide.

It didn’t take long for an awkward silence to settle in, both of you on either side of the couch, not making anything but secret eye contact.

“Soooo....” you awkwardly let out, not really wanting to deal with this atmosphere for long.

“Sooo... what type of movie do you wanna watch?” He asked, turning how whole body to look at you.

“I don’t really mind, you choose.”

“How about a horror movie then?”

Oh.

In that moment you were faced with a really hard decision. Should you agree and try your best not to flinch for an hour an a half, or should you sound like a pussy right now? Your slightly horrified face probably gave everything away, since Haechan gave you a sly smile, turning around and selecting a random movie.

“Don’t worry, I’ll choose a less scary one”

And he wasn’t lying.

Or at least you guessed so, because for the past 30 minutes, your attention was on the mesmerizing way Donghyuck brought popcorn to his lips. Your eyes watched the way the salty snack made contact with his slightly parted mouth, his eyes still glued on the slowly unraveling plot.

But then, out of nowhere, his eyes darted to the side, directly landing on your lovestruck face. On instinct you jumped back, nuzzling your head in the pillow you were holding.

“Is the movie that scary?” He asked, shifting his figure a little closer to yours on the couch. You distanced yourself, trying your best to hide your slowly reddening ears. You stared at whatever the hell was on the tv, pretending to pay attention as you shook your head at his question.

“Are you sure,” he said in a tone way softer than before, but there was a hint of another emotion you just couldn’t pick out at the moment. You tried your best to keep your eyes from wandering as Hyuck was now seated centimeters away from your tense form. The suspenseful music coming from the tv speakers, and his radiating body heat we’re keeping you on the edge of your seat. You were aware of his every breath, every slight movement, every little gaze. Your heart rate sped up as you nodded your head, answering to his previous statement. Haechan’s body was now closer to yours than you would have ever imagined, his warm breath reaching your neck. You scrunched your eyes closed in expectation, not really sure what you were waiting for. With every second his face was getting closer, your bodies separated by a mere few inches of air.

“Boo.”

Hyuck’s almost whisper hit your earlobe, and ohjesusfuckingchrist did it give you chills. You gasped and flinched away from him, finally inhaling the long desired oxygen your body needed. You closed your eyes to compose yourself, Turing around to come face to face with the boy next door. Even though the bright tv screen was the only source of light in the room, it’s weak rays still perfectly overshined Haechan’s sunkissed skin. All rationality was lost long ago, the over exaggerated screamed in the background clouding your thoughts.

The proximity was killing you.

Your noses were almost touching, his warm exhales tingling the skin on your lips. His gaze would dart from your eyes to your mouth, and the way he licked his lips almost made you give in.

Almost.

“I’m gonna go make us some more popcorn!” You blurted out, swiftly rolling off the couch with the greasy plastic bowl in hand. You glanced back at Hyuck, who rolled his head back on the headrest, closed eyes and a chuckle escaping his mouth. Once you were out of his field of vision, you let yourself breathe, leaning on the counter. Now that you thought about it, you weren’t really sure why you ran away.

Maybe it was the tension? The fact that every second lasted an hour when your eyes locked? The way his smooth hand felt when it accidentally brushed yours?

You shook your head to snap out of your mini trance, running your hands through your hair out of frustration, not caring if you slightly greased it. You turned your body away after giving Donghyuck one last glance, giving your full attention to the microwave. You put the timer on and slightly leaned on the counter, your eyes following the turning motion of the popcorn the way a child followed a piece of candy. You were so absorbed in the decreasing numbers of the timer that you were completely oblivious to the looming figure behind you. That is, until a soft voice murmured something in your ear;

“You’re missing the whole movie, Y/n...” Hyuck’s soft voice creaped up on you once again, but this time you resisted turning around, just humming in response.

2 minutes left.

You could survive that long. Standing up straight, you rested your palms next to the microwave as you pretended to be interested by the occasional popping corn seeds. Hyuck on the other hand, wasn’t having it. He came closer behind you, his body close enough for you to feel its heat, but just far enough so that there was no contact.

1 minute left.

You desperately tried to do anything, but every fiber in your body was on fire, begging for his touch. Every cell on your skin sensitive just at the thought of his hands on you, anywhere. The thoughts were driving you crazy, and the way his mouth was just centimeters away from your neck was making you unconsciously bite your lip. Hyuck put his arms on either side of you, the lustful look in his eyes disguised as hunger for the unimportant snack in front of you.

20 seconds left.

His right hand sneaked it’s way over your palm, Hyuck entwining your fingers once you failed to pull away.

10 seconds left.

His soft, warm lips brushed your earlobe, making all your hairs stand on end.

5 seconds left.

His chest was finally in contact with your back.

0 seconds left.

At the beeping of the microwave, you turned off the machine, but you didn’t even get to take out the popcorn as Hyuck immediately grabbed your hips, turning you around. You looked up into his hooded eyes as he pressed your body in between his own and the kitchen counter.

“Wait Do- Hyuck, what about the movie-”

Your breath hitched as he abruptly lowered his head, pinning your waist against the counter as his lips almost touched yours when he spoke.

“I think it’s a little too late for that, Y/n,” he purred before closing the distance between you, the contact that you waited for finally happening. His soft mouth pressed against your own, your lips dancing to an unknown rythm as he massaged circles on your hipbones with his thumbs. You brought your hands around his neck, letting your fingers entangle in his hair as you needyly pulled on the strands. He smirked into the kiss, and in a matter of seconds grabbed your thighs, hoisting you up on the counter. As if on instinct, your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling his clothed crotch against yours.

And somehow the moan you’ve been keeping in for a while slipped out. And that was enough to get Haechan riled up. He bit your lip, asking for entrance with his tongue, which you happily granted. As you both played around, you knocked down the long forgotten popcorn bag, and as you turned around to pick it up, you let your finger touch the still hot microwave glass.

“Fuck,” you hissed, retreating your hand almost as immediately as the burning sensation came in contact with your digit. Hyuck took your finger and gently pecked the burnt spot, giving you the softest look before motioning for you to jump.

You did so without thinking, wrapping your arms and hands around his body, letting him carry you out of the kitchen and back to the couch. The credits were rolling on the tv as he placed you down, crawling on top of you.

“Take your top off for me sweetie,” he demanded in a soft yet dominant voice, and your body reacted on its own, your stripped hoodie landing on the floor in seconds. The moment your body was exposed underneath him he sucked in air, smiling down at you as he traced circles on your tummy.

“Fuck you’re so pretty for me,” he breathed out as his fingers ran over your laced bra, finding their way back to your face. He sternly held your chin, making you turn your flushed face and look at him. Hyuck didn’t even think twice before smashing his lips back against yours, one hand lovingly holding your cheek as the other explored your naked torso. The kiss was so long and passionate, you had to pull apart to get some breath back into your body, a string of saliva still connecting your now bruised lips.

Hyuck didn’t mind that he was out of breath, letting his lips trail down your neck and to the valley between your breasts as he unbuckled your bra. You helped him throw it off to the side, trying to hold in a moan when his hands started massaging your chest. You desperately bit your lip as Donghyuck’s hands found their way to your underwear, slowly circling your already sensitive nub. The pleasure was so good it was almost impossible to hold back the sounds bubbling at the back of your throat, but out of nowhere, his fingers stopped moving.

“Let me hear your pretty sounds baby, don’t hold back ok?” He said huskily, but his voice still sounding like a melody to your ears. This time he pulled down your panties as well, chuckling at the way you covered your face once you were completely exposed to him. His mouth was back at your neck, sucking and nipping at the flesh, leaving beautiful art for you to admire tomorrow morning. Then, without warning, he dragged his index finger in between your folds, your juices coating him in seconds.

“You’re already so wet for me baby,” he purred in your ear as his finger slowly slid into you without a problem. A little whimper left your mouth at the sensation you were finally getting, but one finger wasn’t enough. And as if he read your mind, Hyuck added another finger, pumping two disgust inside you before adding another. You finally moaned at the delicious way his fingers felt filling you up, the friction he was creating making your mind go numb.

But his pace was awfully slow, your throbbing core in need for more movement. You bucked your hips against his fingers, grinding yourself against him for a second before he pulled away, leaving you to feel empty again.

“You don’t get to orgasm if you aren’t patient babygirl,” he groaned in your ear, but the way his Jeanne’s tightened around his bulge made you feel like he was the one who wouldn’t be able to last long like this.

And you were right.

Haechan finally gave in, pulling down his pants and underwear in one swift motion, his hard dick springing out and standing straight against his abdomen. He pulled a condom out of his pocket, gently rolling it on before positioning himself in between your legs. He teasingly rubbed his tip against your entrance before looking up at you for approval.

“You ready?” You nodded in response holding onto the seat beneath you, but Hyuck showed no sense of movement.

“Use your words babygirl,” he sternly said, streaking your inner thigh and making you buck your hips up, following his movement.

“Please Hyuck, fuck me,” you almost whined, but the sound quickly turning into a moan as he fully entered you. The room was quickly a mess, full of sounds of skin against skin and low grunts and moans. Haechan sped up, thrusting deeper and deeper with each hip movement. The fucked out look on your face fueling him to go even faster, pulling completely out before slamming his whole length inside you.

“Fuck, Donghyuck,” you moaned, rolling your head back on the armrest as He continued to skillfully move his hips. You felt the knot build up in your core, your walls slowly tightening around his already throbbing cock.

“Y/n I’m close,” he groaned in your ear as he put one of your legs over his shoulder, giving him better access to your sensitive spot. You were bothe seeing stars, chanting each others names as your movements became sloppier and sloppier.

And with one final thrust, Hyuck’s cum shot out as you both reached your climax, your juices spilling out of you like a waterfall.

“Wow...”

Though out of context the word meant nothing, right now, when it left Haechan’s mouth, it was as honest as can be. You were both a mess. A sweaty, panting, trembling mess. Hyuck collapsed next to you, a satisfied sound rolling off his tongue before he turned around to peck you on the lips once more.

“We should have done this sooner” you said, turning around to look at the boy who’s been living next door for the past two years.

“Tell me about it,” Hyuck chuckled, nuzzling his head against your neck as his arms lazily draped over your form. You propped yourself on your elbows, reaching out to grab a stray blanket off the floor and covering your bodies with it to preserve the heat. You both looked at eachother, shyly smiling before an idea popped into Hyuck’s head.

“We should do movie nights more often.”

[rambling-at-midnight]

Snowflakes Melt Too Quickly: Part 2

Okay, I’m sorry it took so long. I’m working on a bunch of other projects in the wake of Avengers: Endgame, but don’t worry, this is still going to get finished!

Pairing: Five x Reader

The Freeze

Day 6

Five knows a lot about patching up burns (you suspect he knows a lot about patching up wounds in general, or just everything in general) and he helps you to find a cream to put on your feet and arms. It stings like a bitch and you cry, too strung out and tired from the actual apocalypse to deal with more pain. He also makes a whole day out of clearing the ground a bit so it’s easier for you to roll your wheelchair around.

You appoint yourself to be in charge of the food. By some miraculous fluke, there is an emergency power switch that’s working, so you manage to keep the fridges running, which means there’s frozen food, power outlets, and pretty much everything you need.

Five must come from a pretty sheltered family. He doesn’t know anything about the one fancy coffee machine you’d pulled out of the wreckage of TVs and he also doesn’t know how to use the microwave, saying his is a lot older than that one. How old is his microwave? It’s not like microwaves have changed a whole lot in the past decade, but you digress. You’re just happy someone else has survived the apocalypse.

To pay him back for all his help, you turn on some music from some electronics you’d found in the back. The internet is still up, but you have a feeling there’s not going to be any updates to any sites or software any time soon. He hadn’t known what a tablet was or how a phone could be that small.

He must come from a really old-fashioned family.

At the end of the day, you pull out another version of one of the puzzles you’ve already made. One good thing about puzzles is that they never really get old. Five helps you for maybe thirty minutes before asking you about heavier topics.

“Y/N, do you have any family? Is there any way any of them could be alive?”

You put the puzzle away before responding. “I had my mom and my dad. My dad was at home, so I assume he’s dead.” You have to stuff your fist in your mouth to keep from choking out a sob at that callous statement. You hope he’s not dead, but you know, logically, that he is.

“Hey,” Five says softly, moving to sit next to you on the ground. “I know it’s hard. I lost my family too.” A shadow passes over his face and your heart aches for him.

You take a deep breath and blink quickly. You can’t close your eyes too long, though, because you can still see the moon exploding, like it’s been etched into the inside of your eyelids. “Yeah. And I was with my mom when… it happened, but she wanted to drive somewhere safe, and, well, everyone knows that a Costco is a pretty safe place to go if anything’s happening…” you wipe away a stray tear trickling down your cheek. “I ran back in here just moments before the fire hit.” Just thinking about it makes your chest feel tight.

“The fire?” Five repeats. “What fire? What happened, exactly, Y/N?”

“I’m sorry,” you gasp out. You can’t breathe. “I don’t want to talk about it. And don’t you know?” Accusing Five helps you breathe a little deeper, takes your mind off the fact that he’s the only person you’ll ever talk to again.

“Long story,” he says shortly, which he said yesterday. Maybe he doesn’t trust you enough to tell you his story, but honestly, if the two of you are the last people on earth, what’s the point of secrets?

You’ll ask him about it another time. Who knows, maybe he feels the same way about his story that you do about yours, but you can’t imagine Five, who, in the last day you’ve known him, being as weak as you are.

Day 14

You can’t believe how long it took you. Your parents told you all about his siblings, their special powers, and the whole Academy. They got Luther and Allison’s autographs, for heaven’s sake!

“You’re Five Hargreeves,” you blurt out one morning during breakfast.

Five quirks one eyebrow at you as he looks up from his strawberries and bread. You chose the less healthy option of a piece of ice cream cake, citing the excuse that it would get bad quicker. “Yes.” He draws out the word, making it clear he doesn’t really see why it’s important.

“But you disappeared years ago,” you say, abandoning the rest of your cake. You were almost done with it anyway, and this new development is certainly interesting. “And that means you’re about thirty years old. So why do you look my age? And how did you survive?”

Five sighs and puts down his fork. “I’m assuming you know my power.”

You nod.

“Well, another part of my power is the ability to time travel,” he explains. “Unfortunately, it was not a skill that my old man wanted to train on very much. He felt that no matter how much I practiced, time travel is just too unpredictable.”

“So when you disappeared you jumped to 2019,” you guess. “Now. Just after the apocalypse. And you’re my age even though you were born thirty years ago. But why haven’t you time traveled back?”

He inclines his head to you, raising his eyebrows. “I’m impressed you were able to put it together so quickly. Unfortunately, as the old man had said, time travel is unpredictable. It did something to my powers so that I can’t even jump right now.”

“That sucks,” you say, not very eloquently.

Five shrugs, though you think it bothers him more than he lets on. It would bother you for sure. “I’ll get them under control soon enough. I’m more impressed with you. I should think I’m not talked about much in this era, seeing as how I’m the only one not still out and about.”

“Well, you and Ben,” you say without thinking, and then wince.

Five’s head snaps up and he narrows his eyes at you. “What?”

You swallow and keep your eyes on your plate, scratching at the foam with your plastic fork. “Ben died just before the Umbrella Academy broke up. I don’t know how. Your dad was pretty private. And, really, your disappearance and Ben’s death set you two apart from the others. There are lots of conspiracy theories about you on the internet. There were,” you correct. After thirteen years of being surrounded by people, being so alone is hard to get used to.

Five leans back in the lawn chair he’d assembled three days ago and crosses his arms on his chest, staring at you with a stony expression. “Give me a minute.” He gets up and walks away into the toiletry aisle, knowing full well you can’t follow him. That aisle has the most boxes on the floor and you simply can’t get into it with your wheelchair.

Not that you would follow him anyway. Finding out that your siblings are all dead is tough. Even if Ben would have died anyway in the apocalypse, it’s hard to hear that he died when Five was gone. For all you know, Five’s presence could have saved him.

You pack up the rest of the cake and put it back into the freezer. Time to practice walking again. It’s not as painful as it was when Five first showed up, but you still can’t do it for long, and you hate the weakness.

Day 48

Five can’t sleep.

It’s not just the cold winds blowing in from all angles, through the various holes in the warehouse’s walls. It’s not just the hard, cold floor he’s lying on. It’s not just the knowledge that he’s stuck 15 years in the future. It’s not even the knowledge that the future sucks actual ass.

It’s you. You’re sniffling again, obviously crying but trying to cry as quietly as possible.

It’s annoying.

Yeah, he knows that losing your entire family is hard. Five lost his, too! And being here with each other is definitely better than being alone, but Five’s under no delusions. He knows he’s not exactly easy to live with. He’s brash and abrasive and he ignores you without telling you why. He knows you’ve gotten so mad with him you’ve had to scream and cry several times (he’s only been here six weeks, too), but at least you have the good sense to do it in private. There’s hope for you yet.

Sure, he supposes it’s annoying to have permanently disfigured feet, but they’re not that bad. They’re just discolored, really, and a little bit swollen. And he knows that it hurts to walk, too, a lot of the time; your permanent limp is a testament to that. He’s told you time and time again that it’ll get better. It always gets better. When Five’s not being a complete jerk, he’s trying to make up for being a complete jerk. There’s hope for him yet.

And, yes, he gets that you’re going to be scared once he figures out how to jump back to his time and stop the apocalypse from happening, but as he’d told you earlier that day, he’s going to stop the apocalypse from happening.

There’s hope for both of you yet.

You obviously think Five’s sleeping or you would’ve walked away to do your crying in a more private place. He feels a little bad that he’s going to leave you and even worse that you’re so scared of being left alone. He’s pretty sure, though, the worst part of it is how he’s letting you cry right now, just listening, not letting you know that he can hear you and that he doesn’t really want to abandon you, but he doesn’t really have a choice.

He can’t speak, though. Something in his stomach will make his voice crack if he speaks, he knows it, or he won’t even get the words out. He can’t say anything.

A particularly harsh burst of wind washes over your two forms. Five, laying under the puzzle table in the center of the warehouse, pillows and blankets piled under him in the form of a makeshift mattress, and more blankets on top of him to keep the chill away. You, underneath the book table because god forbid a boy and a girl sleep next to each other, laying on a layer of only blankets because you toss and turn in your sleep and move the pillows that are under you, with a small mountain of blankets on your form and a fort of pillows around your form in an attempt to block out the wind.

Only six feet apart and yet it’s twenty miles. Complete strangers still but the closest friends (you can’t be friends, Five knows, because he doesn’t have friends, and besides, friends don’t make other friends cry, but what else can he call the two of you?).

Very different sleeping styles. If Five came to you, the ground would be too hard for him to sleep, and if he invited you to sleep you’d shiver and shake and move all the pillows away until you’re both lying on the cold stone ground.

He rolls over, squeezes his eyes shut, and lets you cry.

Day 183

��Try again,” you encourage, sitting on top of a table and swinging your legs. You’ve got a loose t-shirt on and shorts. During the winter the warehouse is too cold and during the summer it’s too hot. What you wouldn’t give for some air conditioning right now.

Five glares at you, ignoring the pained look on your face as you watch him possibly abandon you. He hasn’t missed the way you tense every time his fists make that blue light. “Don’t rush me.” He takes a deep breath and shakes his hands, shifting his weight between his feet. What if this is it? What if this is the moment he’s finally able to jump again?

What if this is the very last moment he spends with you?

Five drops his hands and looks at you. “You know I don’t want to leave you, right?” The honesty surprises and scares him; he’s never said anything that nice to you. He’s never said anything that nice to anyone. Growing up in the Umbrella Academy forbade emotional connections (unless Reginald could exploit them).

The half-smile drops off your face and you scowl. “No. You’re an asshole to me most of the time. I’m sure you’ll be glad to get rid of me.”

Five blinks, taken aback by the attack. He’d meant to have a nice moment, possibly a goodbye, and you just metaphorically lunged for his throat.

You ease yourself off the desk and limp away from Five. He’d offered to make you crutches the other day, but you’d pointed out that both of your feet hurt, and crutches are for the people that have at least one working leg. He’d pointed out that you could give your feet breaks one at a time. You’d told him you’d get back to him on it. He’d thought you’d been thinking about it, too. Maybe his daily attempts to jump, though, are what’s making you so hesitant to ask him for a favor or so aggressive when he tries to establish an emotional connection with you. They’re a daily reminder that he’s going to leave—trying as hard as he can to leave—and you can’t come with him.

It’s as if Five’s been spitting in your face every day.

“Come on, Y/N,” he says, chasing after you. It’s not hard to catch up; he’s fast and sure on his feet, and you’re limping. Five grabs your arm to slow you down. “Come on.”

“What?” you snap, slapping his hand away. “Come to insult me again?”

“Okay, so maybe I shouldn’t have called you a cripple yesterday,” Five admits.

You laugh sarcastically. “Oh, you think?”

“Y/N, we are the last two people on earth!” Five exclaims. “Don’t you think it’d be a good idea to get along? Your only option is me!”

“Yeah, and that’s the only reason I’m putting up with you,” you snarl. “I’d choose anyone over you, Five. You’re an asshole! You’re arrogant, you’re selfish, you’re rude, and if I could run I’d have run from here the day you came!”

“It’s not like you’re a ray of sunshine either!” Five yells back. “All you do is sit and whine and cry about your feet and your family! Guess what? My family’s dead, too, and I shouldn’t even be going through this crapfest of an apocalypse. I should be growing up with my family!”

“Then go back and try to jump!” you bellow, shoving him with both your hands. Five stumbles back and would have fallen if his back hadn’t collided with a metal rack. The pain makes him even angrier.

“I will!” he bawls back. “I will! I hope I make it back, too! I hope I grow up with them and die in the apocalypse and you survive so you live out the rest of your miserable life with no help and no one to talk to!”

You slap Five, hard, and turn away again.

He doesn’t chase after you.

It takes Five a full week to talk to you, and then it’s only a stiff “Where’s the milk?”

You don’t respond.

It takes you two weeks to talk to him.

Day 363

You’re crying again. You’d dropped a heavy pan on your foot and screamed. The only protection you have on your feet are fuzzy socks. Apart from the occasional splinter and piece of glass (after the last time you’d been cut on your left foot and not cried at all despite your white knuckles as Five cleaned the wound, he’d spent two full days without sleeping cleaning up every part of the warehouse so you’d have to search out something to step on) there was no need for you to wear anything else.

Now that you’re able to walk for a little bit without pain, whereas before there was always pain, you’re starting to do a little more lifting and work in order to stay busy. It would be so easy to just sit and eat, read, and puzzle yourself to death, but you can’t do that. You have to stay busy like how Five has to do his mathematical equations to stay busy.

Five doesn’t blame you for screeching. You’re lucky you didn’t break any toes; the pan is heavy metal, and that plus your burn pain? He can’t even fathom being as strong as you are.

He wraps your foot up and decides that now is the perfect time to give you the crutches he’d made. It had taken a lot of work, sleepless nights, and splinters, but he’d managed to fasten two big logs he’d found on the ground into crutches. He’d had to cut off different parts of the logs to create handholds as well as make them a reasonable size. Stapling fabric and stuffing to the top part wasn’t hard.

They may look terrible compared to professional crutches, but Five’s proud he did what he could with what he had. Secretly, he starts to fantasize leaving the warehouse and finding a hospital to get you better crutches, but he thinks he’ll start out with getting you a pair of shoes. If only this Costco had shoes.

With a pang of shock, Five realizes he doesn’t want to leave you alone, despite the lack of any risk. You’d be completely fine if he left to find you shoes and crutches.

He just doesn’t want to be alone, and more importantly, he doesn’t want you to be alone.

You start crying harder when he presents the crutches to you and you fling your arms around his neck, squeezing as hard as you can as you thanked him over and over again.

Five doesn’t understand girls.

Day 447

“Five!” You shake Five’s shoulder again. For the first time ever you’re awake earlier than him, mostly because the wall you’d built out of pillows had toppled in the middle of the night (you suspect you kicked it) and a gust of wind had woken you. You don’t know how he can ignore the wind. It digs through your skin and deep to your bones with every gust.

“Huh?” the boy rubs his eyes. “Y/N? Is everything all right?” Five’s eyes are barely cracked open. He doesn’t want to fully open them because then it means that he’ll be fully awake and not going back to sleep until nighttime.

“It’s snowing!” you’d excitedly responded, pulling him up. You can feel the cold seeping through your sweatshirt and leggings, but you don’t mind. You’ll put on more layers later, but you know for a fact that playing in the snow doesn’t make you cold. “Come on, Five!”

“It’s just snow, Y/N,” he’d grumbled, trying to turn over and go back to sleep (he was up late last night because you’d been snoring). “It’ll still be here later.”

“But we have to be the first people to mess it up!” you exclaim. Every other time it had snowed you’d woken up early so your neighbors wouldn’t mess up the snow in your yards before you. There is something extremely satisfying about fresh snow, and it’s even more satisfying when you’re the one messing it up.

“Y/N, there’s no one left to mess it up,” Five grumbles, turning over in his bed.

You fall back on your haunches, realization hitting you. You’d been so excited about the snow that the constant shadow hanging over your head—the shadow of all your dead friends and family, the shadow of all the people that didn’t survive the fire—had disappeared for a second.

You walk out to the snow anyway, trying not to let Five ruin your day just like he always does, but it’s black.

Day 524

Five’s fingers are running through your hair gently as he braids it. He’d said his sisters taught him how to braid their hair when they couldn’t do it themselves, but you honestly can’t imagine Allison ever needing help with anything. Plus, you can’t ever imagine Vanya in a braid. Every time you’d ever seen pictures of her, her hair was only ever unstyled and hanging loose around her face.

“I was thinking,” he begins, interrupting your reading of The Catcher in the Rye. “We’re almost out of food.”

You scoff, closing the book but keeping your finger in the page you were reading. “What are you talking about? We’ve got a ton left!” Sure, it’s almost halfway gone, but there’s still a lot left. You and Five have barely started on the packaged and snack food, too; he’d insisted on eating the perishables first.

“It’ll only last us a few more months,” Five insists. He pulls on your hair, but you’re not sure if it was on purpose. “I’m sure there are other buildings out there that have more food.”

You tense and start to turn around, but he yanks you back so your hair doesn’t get messed up. “You want to leave?”

“Just for a few days,” Five insists. “And just me. I don’t want you walking around for long because of your feet, you know, and why should we permanently leave a working shelter that has everything we need? I just want to bring back a little bit more food and supplies for all of us. I also want to see if there are any undamaged showers nearby. Using the sink in the women’s bathroom gets old quickly.”

You can’t argue with that. It takes forever to scrub yourself with the sink’s water. It’s not efficient, but it’s better than nothing.

Still, you don’t want to be left here alone. “I could go with you, though. And how will you bring anything back? How would you find your way back?”

“I found a wagon that I could use,” Five suggests. “And we could go all Hansel and Gretel if you like. I’m sure there’s a string that I could wrap around trees and such for a path.”

“I don’t like it,” you say stubbornly. “I want to go with you.”

“Y/N, you won’t be able to walk as far as I want to go,” Five says, tying an elastic around the end of the braid. “I’m sorry, but it’s true.”

The problem with that is you don’t know if he’ll come back. Sure, he could pretend that he’s going to, and he could put up an act of leaving a trail, but the second he’s out of sight you could be on your own for the rest of your life.

You turn around, chewing on your lip as you look at Five’s earnest face. He doesn’t look like he’s lying.

I trust you, you want to say. You wouldn’t have said that a year ago, or even six months ago. You shouldn’t trust him. He’s still trying to jump, but he doesn’t try as often as every day anymore. Do you trust Five to leave and come back?

Day 558

Five can’t help the butterflies in his stomach as he sees the familiar Costco, the place he’s been living with you for the past year and a half, looming on the horizon. His right hand clenches around the string he’s holding. It’s stretched taut between the burnt shell of a car that may or may not have been red before the fire and a stray lamppost that had been mangled. It was his breadcrumb trail for the entire time he was gone.

The wagon creaks and rattles as he pulls it along with his left hand. The ground is especially rough and more than a few times Five has had to pick everything up from the ground when it all fell from the wagon. The crutches have fallen over the most, but it’ll be worth it to see your face when Five gives them to you.

“Y/N!” he yells, trotting around the cars’ corpses. “Y/N, I’m back!” In the silence of the apocalypse, his voice is deafening. Every creak of the wagon sounds like a gunshot.

“Y/N!” Five drops the handle of the wagon at the entrance of the warehouse. “I’m back!”

“Five?” You limp into his gaze. You sound entirely too surprised to see him again. Had you really thought he wasn’t coming back? Sure, Five was gone longer than he had anticipated, but he’d promised to come back.

The look on your face is priceless. Eyes wide, mouth slightly open and turning up like you’re trying not to smile. Five imagines he has a similar look on his face as he tries to stifle his smile. He’d missed you more than he’d thought possible, just like he misses his siblings. He supposes that’s what happens when someone gets used to someone else’s presence in the way you get used to someone that lives with you. It’s alien to live without them.

Faster than Five had ever seen you walk before, your hobble turns into sort of a gallop and you throw yourself into his arms. “I thought you weren’t coming back,” you whisper into his neck, and it breaks his heart a little bit.

“I said I was,” he replies, wrapping his arms around your waist and squeezing. “And I did.”

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The World Sucks Less with You (Dela/Aja)

9. “You can’t banish me! This is my bed!” 

SUMMARY: High school AU. Dela and Aja have the sniffles. Dela is sick of watching chick flicks. Aja is very possessive when it comes to blankets.  

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“This stinks.” Dela mumbled, shuffling back into the room from the kitchen with bag of microwaved popcorn in hand, dragging her blanket behind her like a five-year old - the entire childish illusion not aided in the slightest by the pigtails her dark hair was tied into. Aja barely glanced in her direction; burrowed into her duvet and curled up into a ball, with only her eyes and the lilac tuft of her bangs visible. Dela flopped down onto the bed, sniffing - she’d gotten the head cold from the seventh circle of hell from Aja a few days prior, and now felt more or less as though her sinuses were full of glue. They’d ditched school, and had been ‘quarantined’ in Dela’s room for the last two days, Aja’s parents out of town on an anniversary trip; and despite their best efforts, the two girls were starting to get on one another’s nerves. There was something about being sick and irritable that lent itself incredibly well to driving even the happiest of couples to the point of wanting to murder each other.  “Could you stop complaining for like, five minutes? I can’t hear the TV.” 

“I can complain if I want to complain, you’re the one who made me sick in the first place!” She huffed, her voice stuffy. “Dela, I didn’t ask you to put your tongue down my throat.” She said pointedly, her words just as nasal and indecipherable. “You told me you weren’t contagious!” Dela pouted, sticking out her bottom lip. “And who cares if you can’t see the TV? Clueless is a crappy movie, and you’ve seen it a hundred times.” “Clueless is fucking art, fight me.” “You’ve turned yourself into some kind of blanket falafel here - if I was gonna fight you, I’d just roll you off the bed.” Dela gave the tiniest of smiles at this, pulling herself closer to her girlfriend and curling her body around the mass of pillow and quilt that Aja had buried herself in. “Why did we have to get sick now? I’d been looking forward to Trixie’s party for weeks - it’s not fair.” “Honestly? I kinda prefer this.” Dela smiled up at the other girl. “I mean, I was meant to have a pre-calc quiz which I forgot to study for that I missed; we slept ‘til noon, my dad left us snacks and pizza money, and I get to be with you all day. That’s better than trying not to get puked on by Thorgy or chaperoning your drunk ass out before you embarrass yourself again.” Aja grimaced at the memory. “...Do you think Valentina’s still mad at me?”

“Definitely. Didn’t help that literally everybody was watching. And somebody got it on video.” A small giggle played about Dela’s voice. “I think that’s the first time being compared to Linda Evangelista has been an insult.”

“Hey, I was drunk - I didn’t mean it!” “Yeah, I know you were drunk.” Dela laughed. “I guess I forgive you.” She paused to draw an overly-dramatic breath, making Aja roll her eyes. “...If we can turn this crap off and watch Heathers.” “Again? And you’re complaining about me being obsessed - no fucking way.” “My Netflix, my TV, my bed, my room, my house, and my rules. Give me the remote.”

“No!” Aja said pointedly, bursting out of her blanket cocoon in her pastel pink footie pajamas to grab at the remote; misjudging and hitting Dela in the face, prompting the brunette to half-heartedly grab at a handful of Aja’s hair to try and slow her down - grasping the remote before she did by a hair, and stuffing it down her shirt. Aja raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, cause that’s really gonna stop me. Imagine having to touch your boobs -woe is me.” She raised her eyebrow; before promptly sneezing and looking back up with a trail of snot dripping down her face.

“Pass.” Dela grimaced, handing her a box of tissues as she changed the channel.

“Asshole!” Aja yelled at her, tackling her around the waist and knocking her off of the bed. “Okay, you’re banished. You can come back when you apologise.”

“You can’t banish me! This is my bed!”

“Tough shit, sweetie.” Aja had spread herself out across almost the entirety of Dela’s double bed, starfished and once again wrapped up in all of her blankets and pillows. Dela sat cross-legged on the floor, pouting like a toddler.

“Y’know, I never thought this would be how we break up, but…” “Sure thing.” Aja laughed the remark off with a roll of the eyes, before appearing spooked by Dela’s silence. “...You’re not serious, babe?” Dela’s retaliation of choice was to turn her back on the other girl, folding her arms, still dead and wordless. “Dela? Babe, I’m sorry - I didn’t mean it, you-” “I’m kidding, you dork!” She turned around again, grinning as she clambered back onto the bed, kissing Aja’s cheek - the other girl simply sitting pouting like a fucked-off toddler, arms folded. “I’m sorry, you know I didn’t mean it.”

“You just made me shit myself, that’s not funny.”

“Are you crying?”

“...No.” Aja pouted, giving Dela a side-eye as she tried to wipe away the welling tears without the brunette noticing.

“Aja, you’re such a nerd.”

“Just don’t joke about that shit - you know it makes me nervous.” She pursed her lips, Dela leaning more heavily on her shoulder as she embraced her, twirling a lock of pastel hair around her finger and nuzzling into the soft fabric of her pyjamas. “Okay?”

“Okay. Can we watch Heathers now?”

“No way, José - it’s morbid angsty tumblr teen emo bullshit, ain’t nobody got time for that crap in their life.”

“It’s my favourite movie, Aja - please.” Dela has adopted the nasal, whiny tone of a moaning child, sticking out her bottom lip and giving Aja the best puppy-dog eyes she could muster.

“Honey badger don’t give a shit.”

“Okay, fine - Breakfast Club?”

“Only if you let me eat popcorn in bed.” Dela dolled her eyes, before nodding begrudgingly. “And we have to fast forward the dumb emotional parts. I’m not in the mood.”

“Okay, but you have to share the blankets with me.”

“No, fuck you.”

“Charming.” Dela gave a noise that was half-sigh and half-laugh. “You’re such a twat.”

“I might be a twat, but I’m your...never mind.”

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The Power A Good Suit Can Give You

Summary: Based off of this post on tumblr and by request of @holdontoglee.

~1.1k words

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Blaine could honestly say that he loved his job. At least for the most part. Sure, there were quite a few really intense customers, but he got to be around comic books and video games all day, and the environment was really friendly.

When Sam had told him he’d gotten a job at a ‘nerd’ store, he had been really proud of his friend. And when two weeks after that Sam told him one of his co-workers left to be a stay-at-home dad and proposed that he go for the job, he had felt really excited.

Not a lot of things had changed after he’d started working, besides the fact that he felt a little bit more like an actual adult and that he didn’t have to rely quite as much on his trust fund. The most noticeable change was the difference in his style. He’d taken to wearing tees instead of his usual Polos, and he found that he didn’t mind as much as he had thought he would have. Plus, the employee discount is pretty sweet. And even if he did feel slightly bad leaving all his precious bow ties in the closet, both Cooper and countless of his dates had urged him to back off the bow ties, so. It worked out great.

Honestly, the biggest problem he had with his job was that the store had no bathroom. Which basically meant that all the employees had to trek a full five minutes to get to one of the mall’s toilets, which were ridiculously filthy and also had a rather large line to get to them. There had been many a time where they’d lost half their lunch break waiting to use the bathroom, and it was frankly annoying.

But. But. A month after the store across from them emptied, it got turned into some kind of suit shop--Blaine always spends a few seconds staring at the wonderful bow ties on display before his shift starts.

One of the first renovations they did was adding a bathroom. Blaine and his co-workers longed to be able to use it, but none were brave enough to go ask. Thankfully for them, the store the Suit Guys--as they were later named--went to to get lunch closed down, and they came and asked to use their kitchen. With Blaine’s debate skills--not that there was any real resistance--they were able to bargain the use of their microwave for the use of their bathroom.

And so, a lovely little ritual was created. Every day, the Suit Guys--Kurt and Chandler as he later found out--would come to their store on their lunch break and hear them talk about whatever’s current, and sometimes they would even ask questions--Blaine hoped his answers covered them. Similarly, when he or any of his co-workers needed a bathroom break, they’d go over and listen to Kurt and Chandler talk about how difficult it is to steam silk dress shirts properly, or something along the lines of that.

Slowly but surely, these short conversations became the best part of Blaine’s day. Every little thing he learned about Kurt made him want to learn even more. Over the course of the past couple of months, they’d built up a strong rapport, but surely Kurt would never look at him like that.

As time passed, friendships as well as rivalries were made between them all. But even though they may not all get along well, one thing everyone could agree on was this: the new jewelry store was horrible. Blaine and his co-workers hated it on principle as the owner took advantage of their boss’ kindness. And when one day he happened to comment on his disdain for them, Kurt immediately started on a rant.

“Oh my, have you seen their suits? They’re baggy as hell, and I, personally, would never trust them to sell me a $9.000 engagement ring when they can’t even get a properly fitted jacket. So unprofessional.”

Chandler joined in. “And also, I saw one of them wearing a teal shirt. Teal. Like, it’s fall, and you go with a teal shirt? They could at least get a colour that matches their store if they’re going to ignore the seasons like that. Honestly, teal is just an awful choice.”

“I mean, teal is an awful choice during any season, really, but in winter? What on earth made them think that was okay?” Kurt adds.

Blaine laughs heartily and nods his agreement. He turns to leave, and as always, takes a long glance at the shop’s bow tie collection.

“Why do you always stare at the bow tie collection before you leave?” Chandler asks inquisitively.

“Um. You may not believe this, but I actually started dressing like this about a year ago, and until then I pretty much wore a bow tie every day. I have quite an impressive collection of my own, actually.” Blaine answers sheepishly.

He could tell by the look on both their faces that, of all the answers he could have given, this one wasn’t something they were expecting to hear.

“Oh my god, Blaine! Why didn’t you tell us sooner?” Kurt exclaimed.

“You have to show us pictures! What did you look like before the tees?” Chandler said.

“Um, okay.” Blaine reluctantly obliged. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and picked one of his best photos. “This is me in a full-on suit, I was attending the NYADA showcase my friend Rachel was in.” with that he turned the screen towards his eager conversation partners and watched their reaction.

“Woah, Blaine.” was all that Chandler said.

“You look incredible, Blaine! And… I don’t suppose you’re talking about Rachel Berry, are you?”

“Uhh, yes. Do you know her?”

“Know her? I went to high school with her! I live with her now!” Kurt’s excitement suddenly faded. “Oh my god.”

“What?” Blaine asked.

“You’re the Blaine she wanted to set me up with!” Kurt’s eyes were wide as saucers.

“She never mentioned anything to me. I can’t believe she thought I was ever in your league.” Blaine froze. He had not intended to say that last sentence out loud.

“Blaine, what are you talking about? If anything, you’re out of my league.” Kurt said vehemently.

“What? That’s ridiculous.” Blaine refuted.

They spent a solid two seconds just staring at each other before Chandler sighed deeply before yelling “Oh my god, someone ask the other out before I scream.”

“Chandler, you’re already screaming.” Kurt said with a small smile. His eyes stayed on Blaine’s.

Blaine took a leap of faith. “So, uh. Coffee tomorrow night?”

Kurt’s smile widened. “Only if you wear that suit.”

[whimsically-ominously-auspice]

I woke up again and there was someone pulling at by me like tug of war. Over my body. I jumped up and ran to the bathroom away from the situation. But I was In So much pain.

The pulling helped but ... Like there's no solution.

Snoop helped me many years ago about 6 or 7 to get on the right medication to stabilize my heart and to get me all better and healthier with the help of pills.

He is the only one that did. I wrote about him but used his personal name "Calvin"

Because he was my personal friend. My personal guidance counselor.

He was with me every minute of the day "you need to take a pill about right now I see that pain about to be kicking up"

"You think you can get a different medication not like weed but a pill because this one ain't working"

He was truly my doctor. So i respected him and his privacy and just called him Calvin.

So marrying on his date of choice... "But why snoop?"

I'll give you two reasons. One he was my doctor that got me to the actual local doctor that could prescribe.

Two the whole fold out was over the world wide drug addictions y'all have. Y'all all know you're doing less recreational drugs during rehab with your family and friends in your house -- i mean Quarentine. Wow that secret came out quick out my mouth.

79% less "street" drug use worldwide.

To celebrate 4.20.2020 is an appropriate date..

The 20.20.20.20 goes on and in indefinite.

Y'all know Snoop smoke for a reason and he drink and he take Tums. Like no mother effer know.

Here's our momma helping yall find it. Follow her face she point right down to it.

Same ole game. The Distraction Method.

They went to have sex and her I am all now look and focus on these here Tums. I ain't even wanting to share the post but it's a good PSA for all. So i will.

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Best Friens. We always got each other's back.

And we got yours. We got safer and healthier and funner FDA approved street drugs.

We will honor old time commitment of old fashioned door to door street sales. Face to face.

Of the Human entitlement. That is something our bodies can and will do without provoking dangerous pain... Just stiffness at times y'all forget to stretch and use them muscles but getting up and walking next door for door to door sales will stretch them body parts right up correct.

I had to get on a "new" prescription today. Hopefully my doctor honors it. I asked for an emergency prescription and I'll talk to her about my other, toppamax in a few weeks.

But Snoops was the one that said I needed something for Fibromyalgia. And encouraged and helped and watched me to ensure I was okay.

He is the one that prayed and worried when the muscle relaxers were too strong and i couldn't swallow. And i could died. Because of Flexeril. Because I been on it too long and it was approved for two weeks max. So i got on a completely different medication for it. And it worked for every day long term yearly use.

So he believes in the world's herbs and medicine. Chamomile. Ginger. Rose Hips. Echinacea.

So four twenty will go on.

I always and he did felt like 420 honors the Earth and its medicine. Not just getting high. But the spirit of Mother Nature.

So marrying on 420 symbolizes that Mother Nature will Continue on. Humans are marrying not just their soulmates and/or Just accepting them as they are.

They are committing themselves to our Planet and it's health and wealth

Hence y'all Quarentine.

Y'all going inside and fighting back this illegal alien caused diseases. Although we committed to changing it and wanting it to spread. Y'all fight the sole reason of its existence. Illegal aliens trying to take control by damaging our precious and beloved planet that we belong to.

Not everyone is getting married. Only y'all on Ships and those in Compton on a specialized piece of magic made equipment approved by Mother Nature.

The ships y'all are on run by paddles 110% guaranteed not to harm sea or wild life. I have committed to Mother Nature and all she loves when building those ships. And to yours and our safety and sanity aboard.

These ships cause no pollution and are sanitized by lights that recharge by laying on ships docks when they run out of energy.

Jesse Number 2 helped me design a way to capture UV rays that are harmless. Not radio active. And perfect to sanitize. What makes laundry clean and crisp in the sun. What we used to long ago to sanitize and clean all our instruments BEFORE aliens came with microwaves. Light form the Sun. So Jesse Number 2. I'll tell you right now. He is Einstein.

So his getting in trouble and kicked outta school. It ain't gonna end. In fact i used that theory he was a bad boy. I left it in him. I didnt correct him. I let that evil sniffer inside him. Because I knew one day that mischief could be used to my benefits. He is so loving and his desire to reach others to teach and be a Nigger is so strong he can't handle it. And his hate for aliens. So deep he had to experiment a way to dispose of them all without the use of magic so it's automatic done.

His wish is granted. Einstein I thank you for Your mischief. Your complete soul level on your own not including your soulmate or any others you drag along with you (kids like me) is -141812711219102.

For your development in Science.

Social level is about 3.

My science level is a little less than yours. Setting about 12 shelves down.

Snoop Science level is -4120191218451687431.

But he's inactive. Thus he is a fortune of information. And has a Science Tree named after him -- which means it captures his personality -- his spirit. And he hides behind the Tree of Einstein adding in deluxe phrases and at times mischief.

The difference is that Snoop knows the words to express what Einstein does. While Einstein only has the heart. So things go wrong at times when it has a delicate balance such as plutonium bombs.

Unfortunately they were stolen from Einstein.

So in the science Scale Eisenstein is lower because of his inability to speak and only feel.

He is autistic mute. Which is why he got kicked out of school. Be aware of the different children you have in the world and how gifted they are. Learning the story of Beethoven will change your entire world and understanding of disabilities.

Einstein cannot perform if must speak.

Snoop doesn't wanna get his hands dirty but he can explain a performance

So the rest of the time with Einstein will be posted and you'll see the truth behind the bombings that closed the NHRA.

I didn't want my babies working. I didn't want them having the stress of competition with each other. I just wanted them to stop for a little while and clear their heads of all that traffic going to their minds.

And let them do what they needed most. War. To finish this fight against human trafficking.

Its not over. Quarantine is for your safety So no one is stolen or bought. We can keep track of you easier.

This is why we meme The Corona.

Because there's a serious SERIOUS real reason we are stopping people from being in the streets.

No one can drug and kidnap you If every one is hyper aware of getting sick

A BIG TIME KIDNAPPER NATHANIEL RELEASED THE KILLER VIRUS INTO CHINA. 175709 EXPERT E. WAS THE DISEASE NAME. THE SOLE. THE #1 ISSUE IS THE CONCRETE FOUNDATION OF EVERYTHING HAPPENING.

This is why we chose not to eradicate the virus. We could yall know. That's why it's in meme.

Jazmine didn't know she followed her heart and voted to change. Her vote was the deciding vote. It was split down the middle. From her spine her backbone for her soul she shouts "Thank y'all for listening to your hearts, too!!!" My kids were scared. Sometimes panic stricken. But they kept going because they knew in their hearts it had to be done. Jazmine says "i didn't know how strong I could be. We've never poisoned so many people!!! But mom and North Korea made it fun and saw how necessary it was. Thank you Kim Young Jon!"

"Kim Young Jon really lighted our hearts to allow us to continue our mission by making jokes about constipation and such So we really just tried to give it to those folks that are evil with constipation!! And it worked! And we feel much better because we had help from the leader of North Korea, Kim Young John" adds Chastity. The quiet one no one knows about. Because she's Chaste. Celibate. Celebration. The girl behind the power of Purity and Joy. "No one knows but I do like my job. Like a lot!"

She admits its been hard and i found All the girls on TV last night so dad will edit in How you can find tree filmed life for them

I will say you will see my kids telling their dad they will date and/or marry them. Its not a daddy complex or sugar daddy thing. It was to keep illegal aliens from taking over his body and also trying to marry him. Keeping him safe and pure for me. So understand that and you can see the films proper. They are tricks. To prove love and devotion to their parent's marriage. They go on "dates" but it's little 3 year old toddlers going out with their Father. It is pure. Just realize the plot lines.... Its sneaky mystery. He knows they are his kids and they know he is their dad. Its simple. Its s conglomerate camouflage to protect themselves, me and dear old dad. Its a real beauty and treasure to see.

And now due to the Ocean Wide Marriage of Mother Nature using her soulmates as power. Never do those occurrences have to happen again.

Now I can say "it's daddy date time lets get you all ready" I can get all my girls dressed and ready and go out with my sons. Then we switch. "Its mommy date time" and the girls get all ready.

Because we are keeping it feminine and old fashion where the girls are taken out for a romantic evening and the parents teach the children proper etiquette and dating procedures.

So the movies he posts are a prelude to our future fun. Although they were seriously and honestly protecting his life.

So although our children are and will be married we will still intervene and remind them to change things up a bit. Come out with us on 2 trial runs check your comfort, expand your mind. Then go out single and have fun.

My mom all my mom's have had agoraphobia. So i get it too, sometimes. So this helps me. So when he wants to take me out someplace unfamiliar to me, new and strange. I am more relaxed. And I enjoy it more. Because I've gone with 2 groups to basically go check the place out for its saftiness and quality.

So, im happier knowing he's picked a good safe place for me to enjoy.

But agoraphobia aside. It is simply beautiful.

Its a Mary Poppins trait. Take the kids. See if it is kid approved then take the whole family to impress the damming father of their knowledge of the restaurant

Its a rich NYC establishment of Socialite traits.

Its absolutely historical. And missing on this Earth.

Our Steam ships will provide times for those "dates" for everyone aboard.

Its great for large families. I have 16 daughters. In groups of 8 we have a nice large meal and great table outing where we can talk and laugh and enjoy each other

Our plans are 2 girl dates and 4 boy dates per week then 1 large dinner table for all.

We have 18 boys.

So two groups of girls of 8 each.

2 groups of boys 9 each.

That's 4 nights of switching with mom and dad.

2 nights of single dates and/or brother sister switch dates which pushes a week into 2 week time frame for specialties.

Every 6 weeks.

Then dinner dates with entire family.

So trees arrange every thing the tables and set up so we can relax, all plans are premwde and preset and predictable. Based on patterns of behavior.

Like I know a 2 week one is a mystery adventure so it's got practical jokes and such to be tricky thus the dinners also have 6 family dinners.

Its spooky scary so kids scream, "I want my mommy!!"

So we all feel good and right as a family it's a live show and humans do it with magic so,then,we also take our turn to do them at their dinner and we dine earlier to make plans.

So the plans aren't laid out. We have bets and guesses what one will do we made long long ago. So we make money that way.

Because we are wealthy. But also for the "lower classes of finances" the mystery solving does earn money. Including Some for wild and fun completely wrong theories will earn a grand prize if it is a solid and GOOD foundation i can build on. There's tons of prizes and fun.

Every 6 weeks. Because the best schools have 6 weeks intercourses then a grade.

So ours is 6 weeks of yall being you then us performing a show and fucking your minds and lives all up for 2 weeks

So when you get home and kids do go to school it is 6 weeks of school. 3 weeks off 2 of which include vacation of international travel.

Which means you go to NYC visit Little Italy. Or you go to San Antonio and visit the Alamo. Go to Alaska and find a Russian Muesuems. Or you simply stay home and go to Muesuems of the past i have created.

International travel does include watching movies of REAL LIFE which will be labeled correctly or if incorrectly a prize for labeling correct like Snoop ssys in this video.

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Note y'all all will have enough money to go over seas but sometimes your family will come visit you. Or you just need rest or wanna explore your own territory.

So history is considered international travel. So you can look at your own home tree made movies.

Then you earn a prize. A souvenir.

So you watch you and you be all dam man i love this lamp i keep seeing. -- i for real bought this lamp and it was so filled with love all i wanna do is wrap,my arms around it.,Idk,why but i miss it and I want it back so bad. I'd take it on vacation i love that big ass lamp. -- so if i see it and i can label every single person correctly in that movie. Then i get the lamp.

So say you know something was destroyed. Broke to high Hell. Dumped in the garbage lit on fire.

Momma gonna get it for you. Out of 8 tons of trash on top of it. And I gonna fix it how you loved it. You had a sticker on the bottom of your eye rolling phone? It will be there. Just the way you had It.

It don't matter what happened to it. I'll magic find it. Fix and you'll get it. All magic. All you gotta do is love that object with your whole being.

Mary Poppins. I won't even know. But momma gonna get it.

Now, ole George had something you wanted... Fine old diamond ring and watch set you always slipped an eye to.

Daddy gonna buy you one Just like it. Father Christmas aka Christopher Columbus promised it Will get built. All your favorites.

Now we say we gonna do it. But we asked the true magic God could we please??.

In 2008 he said in 2020 y'all waited enough.

So we take that credit from nursery rhymes because we are the messengers m

If my father is The One True God

And he created just this planet just for me to keep me safe and it was invaded.

Then I would be Jesus a girl. And i have found out i can not forgive. So welcome to Corona.

[the-winter-buckaroo]

Change (Bucky x Reader)

Summary: A short fic where the reader goes for a late night walk and contemplates how becoming an Avenger and having powers changes their life. Bucky finds the reader and offers some comfort at the end.

Note: Slightly different to my usual stories, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless :)

Change

You walk through the streets of Manhattan. It’s true, you think. Perhaps the city never truly sleeps. Vehicles whiz past, the lights of the cars illuminating you, casting a large shadow behind you as they blind you. The buildings look so tall, you observe as you glance around. From down here, the world looks so different. It’s almost like a different world. From the tower, everything looks so small, but from the ground, everything is ginormous. The shift in perspective is fascinating.

As you walk, you think of all of your problems, all of your insecurities. Everything seems so big and too hard to solve. You’re not sure you enjoy the fame of being a hero. You don’t even feel like one most days. I’m only human, you think. But you’re not. You know you’re not. You sigh and watch your feet as you walk. I was never human, but I always pretended to be.

You feel like a fraud. All of the people you knew before you became an Avenger, all of your friends and colleagues at that silly diner you used to work at - they all now look at you differently. Like you’re not part of the group anymore. Like I’m an animal, your mind supplies. Like I’m a freak of nature. With a bitterness, you suppose that it’s true. I am a freak. At first, when your secret was revealed to the world, you felt like you could still connect with your friends. You remember happy memories that you all created - going to see the latest films together, binge eating crappy foods, going out to parties. Over time though, all of these memories became tinged blue with sadness as your friends become more distant from you. You can never have those memories again; you can’t create more, only relive them in your head.

It’s not like you’re completely alone. It’d be silly to think so. You do have the others. Tony, the mad inventor that he is, always loves to build you new gadgets and spending time blowing things up while telling jokes never fails to cheer you up. Bruce is always there, rolling his eyes at the pair of you, giving you safety lectures. He always joins in though, eventually.

Clint and you always find silly hideouts in the tower (usually in the vents) and set up cameras and film the others in the tower as you both pull the best pranks on them. Steve shares his newest sketches with you, telling you the stories behind them as he does so. He loves to tell you his memories of before the ice and you’re happy to indulge in his story telling. Natasha is more distant, but whenever you feel insecure or low, she seems to know. You smile faintly. It’s almost like she has a radar. Nat is there to listen to what troubles your mind, or to sit with you in companionable silence.

Thor isn’t always around, so you don’t know him too well. But he’s always so positive about things. You have no idea how he does it. Whenever things are rough, he has a smile that shines so bright with courage that it’s difficult not to believe that everything will be alright in a moment of crisis. Wanda, like Thor, is strong willed and filled with determination. She’s the stubborn, determined sister of the group - and an excellent chef, might I add. Sometimes you join her in the kitchen as she cooks. It’s always a sight to behold as she uses her powers to do a hundred different things at once with all of the different utensils. Occasionally, Vision joins you both and you both teach him little things about the kitchen. His childlike curiosity and eagerness to learn new things is infectious and never fails to end with a laugh.

Lastly, there’s Bucky. You spend most of your time with him, doing whatever pleases you both. Sometimes that’s disguising yourselves, pretending to be someone you’re not. You pretend you have perfect lives, holding hands as you walk through Central Park acting as though you’re normal people. Other times, it’s holding each other when the other’s had a night terror, whispering to each other that you’re safe where you are. Bucky is battle worn at times, but at other times he smiles so brightly that your heart melts at the sight of it. The way his eyes crinkle, the way his frown vanishes from his forehead, how his teeth show and his lips stretch. The way his eyes seems to light up and that little breathy laugh he gives at the silly little things you do. You can’t help it as a small smile graces you at the thought of Bucky. I’d honestly die to see him smile.

You come to a stop in your journey. You blink in surprise at how far you’ve walked and you didn’t even realise that you’d walked here. Your eyes flick over the outside of the diner you used to work, you take in the details of the worn looking building, the oddly squeaky clean windows and the waft of late night microwaved food breezing through the crack in the doors.

Your feet carry you inside and you take in the familiar cheesy looking table and chairs, and how their red and yellow colours match the patchy, dusty floor. There are a few people sat around, mostly by themselves eating fast food and ignoring the rest of civilisation at the late hour.

“Hey, Y/N,” a voice greets you. Your head whips around. Behind the counter is one of your friends. Or she was one of my friends, anyway. Her voice sounds stiff and slightly artificial. Maybe she’s just tired, your mind excuses her tone. Maybe she’s happy to see me, but she’s just had a long day. You think, forlornly. You swallow away the coil of anxiety in your stomach as you think of a response.

You’ve tried so many times to reach out to your friends, you’ve provided so many opportunities for them to reach back to you. It feels like a stab in the gut whenever they don’t seem to want to talk back to you. The loss of their friendship feels worse than any physical pain you could feel in a fight.

There are so many things you want to say to her, your childhood best friend.

I’ve missed you so much!

Oh my god! How are you? How’s the husband? How are your parents doing?

I see you’re still stuck here. Do they still give you free meals? Do you still buy that ice cream sundae after every shift?

It’s so good to see you!

What’s up? Your birthday was recent! How was it? Did you do anything special to celebrate?

Instead, your shoulders drop in sadness, in deflated defeat. The numerous responses die in your throat. You place a controlled smile on your face and reply: “Hey.”

There’s no chit chat, no friendly conversation. Just an artificial smile and a simple, hollow, monotone voice. “What can I get you?”

“I-” you start. Your eyes flick to the menu that you already know by heart. Suddenly, you realise that you didn’t bring your money with you. You don’t have your bank card, you don’t have your phone. Shit. This is the worst thing ever - now you look like a fool! You’re standing there, in a diner with no money and no excuse to be there. “I-” you try again. “Nothing, I’m sorry to disturb you.” You shake your head as you speak, turning to walk out. You hear her scoff as you push open the door.

“Freak.”

The word is spoken quietly, but loud enough for you to hear as you exit the diner. Your eyes harden and your jaw tightens. It hurts. The word hurts.

You don’t know why you keep coming back. You don’t know why you keep giving them chances. Maybe it’s because you hope that someday, things will be different. Maybe someday they’ll finally be enthusiastic to see you. Maybe they’ll change their minds about you. Maybe they’ll reach out.

You hope. But things never change.

Sometimes you feel that the past is all you have. You feel selfish for thinking that, as you have the Avengers and a roof over your head. You get to help people, you get warm food and you do have friends that are like family. You just miss what you had before. You wish you could have both.

You don’t look back at the diner as you walk away.

Being an Avenger isn’t easy. In TV shows, in the films, in comic books and in the news, they make it looks so easy. They make it look like you just show up and save the day effortlessly and because you’re an idol, because you’re a hero, that your life is perfect. People want to be you, fans want you to sign things, people cheer as you pass. But it’s not like that, not in reality.

For a start, being part of the Avengers involves huge sacrifice. It’s not over in minutes, you don’t know what you’re doing in battle, you have to work things out when you’re there. You don’t go home at the end of the day and go out for drinks, you don’t celebrate and smile as fans congratulate you. You go home to the infirmary and get patched up. Some injuries are so bad you walk around for days wincing in pain. You don’t sleep well for nights, having nightmares because of your close encounter with death, or that person you were a second too late to save. You grit your teeth, live on the edge, waiting for the next fight, wistfully hoping it’s not your last.

Being a ‘hero’ isn’t joy and rainbows like the media says. It’s not easy. It’s not a choice. It’s a chore, a job, a duty.

You rub your forehead tiredly and swallow down your feelings of emotion and dissatisfaction. Your feet drag as you walk, your head hangs low, your arms wrap tightly around yourself as you shiver from the cold night.

You’re about and hour and a half walk from the tower. You have no phone to call anyone, you have no cash to pay a cab driver. Your stomach rumbles and you remember that you had lunch today, and didn’t feel like eating dinner. You check your watch: it flashes 01:17 am at you. You’ve been out for about eight hours by now. You think about the distance you’ll have to walk to get back to the tower and feel like giving up, like lying on the floor here and now. You spot another familiar building and go around the back, away from the roads and cars. No one is around, but you couldn’t really care less if you get caught. You steadily scale and climb up the building, your hands chafing and your fingers getting cut from the stone and bricks you’re gripping tightly as you haul yourself up.

It takes a few minutes, but then you’re at the top and you pull yourself up to stand. You walk over to the edge of the building facing the road and drop yourself down to sit, your legs dangling off of the edge. You sigh miserably and watch the cars flit by.

It could be minutes, it could be hours, it could be mere seconds, or it could be years later for all you care, but suddenly a warm hand rests on your shoulder. You almost leap a foot in the air in surprise. A light, familiar chuckle sounds out behind you, a figure sitting by your side. You tilt your head and see the familiar face of Bucky. He gives you a soft, knowing smile.

“You went to the diner again.” It’s a statement, not a question, but you nod anyway. He sighs and says a soft, “Come ‘ere,” and wraps an arm around you. You snuggle into his warm frame. He kisses your temple and you watch the cars pass together. You notice Bucky move his hand around in his pocket and pull out something wrapped up in a small bag. “I got you this,” he says with a hint of amusement in his voice. You know exactly what it is. You lips wobble as you try to suppress a smile. It’s your favourite chocolate. He pulls it out of the bag and you take it gratefully. You then realise why he sounds so amused and you give him a knowing look.

“It melted in your pocket, didn’t it.” He grins at you and your snort. With the serum rushing through his veins, it means Bucky is a living furnace. Chocolate always melts in minutes when it’s in his pockets. You kiss his cheek, his rough stubble pressing against your lips. “Thanks, Bucky.”

“Sure thing, doll.” Wordlessly, you both pick yourselves up and make your way back down to the ground. A small meow alerts you both and you turn to see a small furball rubbing itself against your leg.

“Hey there little fella,” you coo at the cat. It purrs contentedly as you rub its back and scratch behind its ears.

“Looks like a stray,” Bucky says, crouching to pet the cat too. As you bend down, you see the cat clearly. It’s gotta be one of the ugliest cats you’ve ever seen with fang-like teeth poking over its lips, its crooked ears and it’s matted patchy fur. The cat’s so friendly though and immediately, you love it. Bucky grins, then and you meet his eyes. “Shall we take it back to the tower?” Your eyes light up with mischief then, as you think of Tony’s possible reactions to the cat.

“Tony won’t mind if we steal all his supplies,” you say with a grin. With that, you scoop up the cat and the feline curls up in your arms, purring contentedly.

Suddenly you’re not tired anymore as you’re holding the cat, smiling at Bucky, thinking up the reactions of the other Avengers when you’ll present them with the cat later. Maybe change isn’t such a bad thing. Your fears, your anxieties, your insecurities become muted and you think with a soft smile, and maybe things aren’t so bad, after all.

[vmedley90]

Getting here...

Hi! Thanks for reading this post. If you are here, something brought you. Whether it was a quest for more information regarding upcoming travel, curiosity, or boredom- I hope you find the thing for which you are looking. If there is something in particular you would like for me to discuss, please do not hesitate to ask. 

This is the first of a series of blogs. I will publish them here for now until my website is up and running. They will all be transferred there. I’ve tried to keep the sentences short in the interest of time but it was a long journey and therefore it’s a long story-so let’s get started. 

We began our journey in my hometown. The first step in the long process of our official “move” was to ship our vehicle. We drove from my hometown in eastern North Carolina to Norfolk, VA. From Bragg, you can ship your car from SC or VA. We chose VA because it was closer to my hometown where we would be staying during his leave. We left around 10 or 11AM and arrived in VA around 1PM. He (my husband, the service member a.k.a babes) dropped me off at the hotel with ALL of our luggage and checked us in. As I literally drug all of our luggage upstairs he took the vehicle to the port. Even though he prepared the vehicle according to the instructions, there were still issues at the port. He had to go re-wash and scrub it clean once more before they would allow him to drop it off. 

He caught an Uber back to the hotel and we rested and prepared our things for the flights and bus ride ahead. Our hotel had a shuttle to the airport with just enough space for our luggage. Luckily we were the only passengers. 

Each of us had 4 bags total- 2 large checked and 2 small carry-ons. Yes, they were heavy. In total our bags weighted almost 270 lbs (AMC- Air Mobility Control- weighs your bags when you check in). Enough about the bags (packing list available upon request). Our first flight was with American Airlines. We flew from Norfolk to Philadelphia. It was about an hour- nothing special. We went up, got a snack, and came down. End of story. 

There was a short lay over until our next flight from Philly to BWI. The plane was teeny tiny. It was scary how small the plane was. It was probably a little bigger than a privet jet. Anywho. This flight was delayed by almost an hour. We were stuck on the tarmac for almost an hour for a 15 minute flight. Yes, 15 minutes. Not even enough time for the attendant to hand out water and soda! 

Once we landed at BWI, we had a long lay over until our next flight. Here is where things got a little dicey for us. We landed with American Airlines and our next flight was with AMC. Two completely different airlines. This didn’t register with us so we didn’t think to go get our bags from the luggage claims. Instead, we got some food and lounged a bit before heading towards the AMC check-in area. Babe- there’s luggage claims. we should go check for our bags. 

Me- yea sure.

As we approach the luggage claim area, I think to myself  “o those bags look familiar. Those are our bags. Why are they in the- LOST LUGGAGE??” Lo and behold, we were supposed to come and get them after we got off the plane; since we didn’t, they had been marked as lost. Luckily, we were able to claim them but then we had to lug them around the airport. We decided to just go to the AMC counter to see if we could drop them off. 

On the way to the AMC counter, a helpful USO volunteer helped us re-tag our bags and told us they may take them, they may not. We got to the counter and checked in. Here we were able to choose our seats. We opted for a two seat row near the back. It was spacious enough for us two long-legged folks (he is just over 6′0 and I’m about 5′10), my overpacked bag, coat/blanket, all the other accouterments I thought I needed to be comfortable. Was it luxury- no, but it was better than some of the other planes I’ve been on. More on the actual plane ride later. 

So after we checked-in and chose our seats, the attendant was gracious enough to take our bags so we didn’t have to lug them around. Babe and I made our way to the USO lounge and promptly passed out. We took turns getting up to walk around when one of us was awake but ultimately we slept a lot. I more than him. The USO lounge in the BWI airport was full but seemed spacious enough. There was a sleep room in the back for those who needed uninterrupted shut eye. There was also a play room for kids complete with cribs sleeping areas for children. There were games and toys and computers. At some point, someone brought in pizza but they had a stock of microwavable cheeseburgers and other snacks one could have. Everything was “free to the patrons” but a donation was encouraged. If that didn’t float your boat, you could get food from a limited number of restaurants outside of security. The USO lounge was outside of security also. You could go through security to get to the main food court but honestly who would want to go through that hassle. BWI had a food delivery service that would bring food to wherever you were in the airport. I used it. It’s handy. Not sure how long it will exist though. 

We spent about 6 or 7 hours in a dazed coma in the USO lounge- in and out of sleep. The flight was due to take off at around 8:30 PM so we headed up to security at around 6:30. It took awhile to get through because it was a really busy time but we made it. Once we got through security we made our way to our gate. We were pretty far removed from everything and everyone else in the airport- almost secluded but I guess it was for the best. OPSEC and all. 

We boarded the plane in an orderly fashion. There were both uniformed and un-uniformed service members both alone and with their families. The plane was absolutely huge. Pets and fur babies were loaded under the plane and you could hear their pitiful whines and barks before the plane took off. Each row had about 9 or 10 seats across. Towards the back of the plane, the rows tapered off to 4-6 across. There was plenty of overhead space and leg room for me and him. The ride was long (about 7 or 8 hours) but smooth. There isn’t much to see out of the window and its best to either focus on some activity or sleep. I would advise you to sleep because once you land, you will need to be able to focus. Meals were served but I was sleep the whole time and didn’t eat anything. Didn’t even need the ZZquil I brought with me. Babes stayed up and watched a few movies and fell asleep right at the end. If I remember correctly, the movies were fairly up to date. For the most part, the plane was quiet. There was one child who screamed the entire flight. THE. ENTIRE. FLIGHT. I felt bad for the parents and child both. 

The landing was smooth and uneventful. There was a short briefing over the intercom before we were let off the plane. It didn’t start until everyone was in their seats. If I remember correctly the instructions were only given once so you had to be able to listen carefully so you could remember what you were supposed to do. This is why it is important for you to be able to function once the flight ends- you have to get certain documents out and have them ready immediately upon exiting the plane. You exited the plane according to your flight plan. If Ramstein was your last stop, you were in the last group to get off. 

Once we got off the plane, we were at the Ramstein Airforce Base. We were herded into a huge “welcoming facility” for lack of better term. Maybe “processing” facility is a better choice of words. Either way, we went to a place and had to clear 3-4 different stations before we were able to get our bags. The lines were long and the children, cranky. The building was drafty. It was a long process. We landed around 10AM and didn’t get our bags until about 1 or 2 PM. The dogs barked the whole time. THE. ENTIRE. TIME. Here is where our story differs from the rest.

Since we came during the holiday, we didn’t have the luxury of staying in Ramstein for a night which is the norm. Once we got our bags we went to another holding area for another briefing and was then taken to our bus. The ride was 4-5 hours long with one stop about half-way through for food. I slept half of the way here too. We had a choice of McDonalds or local fare. We got to Graf around 7PM. We were taken to the Welcome center at the Soldier for Life building. Babes went to a special briefing while I spoke with USO volunteers and drank coffee. They were spouses also and gave me lots of helpful information. 

Once the briefing ended I learned that our sponsor, who had been silent for most of this process, was not here. He left us with a PFC who seemed nice enough but it was obvious he really didn’t know ALL that he was supposed to do and rightly so- this wasn’t his duty. His car couldn’t hold all of our luggage so he called a buddy and together we all went to Vilseck where someone, somehow, managed to get us lodging. If I recall correctly, the PFC lucked up on getting us a room there at the last minute. The check-in here went fairly smoothly and we were then able to go to our room and rest. Got to the room. Drug the bags in. Found PJs and other necessities. Showered. Snacked. Slept.

... and so, we were finally here.