#cos they feel like fucken lead.

[traggalicious]

Why must my limbs hate me. They want me dead. They may succeed if they keep feeling as if they’re tightening around my bones and trying to squeeze them into breaking. Owie.

[viohra]

This is what it must feel like to be a lead researcher on vaccines watching people freak out and claim that the perfectly good scientifically sound vaccine is causing autism in children and planting 5G mind control chips in adults.

Some of y’all are unironically reblogging from blogs with “jihad” in their url and not thinking “hmm… maybe this person is biased towards something…”

Same typa people who whinge “israel is committing genocide” whilst also tone-deafily chanting “from the river to the sea” like my fucken guy not every war between two different ethnic groups is a genocide and that slogan is literally calling for the removal (re: eradication) of all Jews from “Palestinian land” (also re: historically a lot of this land was co-settled by indigenous Jewish and Muslim peoples; the concept of palestine is quite new as well so the phrase “Palestinian land” is quite problematic altogether). You are misusing the word “genocide”. Stop it.

Look, I was and still am a Palestinian supporter and a criticiser of Israeli policies, but I’m also not a fucking dumbass. I too think Israel shouldn’t exist, but thanks to the brits and french it does and you can’t undo that, so stop thinking that can happen. That’s like saying “decolonise USA” and I do realise some people legitimately think and chant that, but those people aren’t the sharpest tools in the shed but they sure are fucking tools, so maybe don’t try to emulate them? I believe in the 1948 border solution which was rejected by the arabs, and I believe that Israel should remove all settlements in West Bank and reduce (or completely remove) control of Jerusalem to the UN or a dual-government solution with WB, but I realise it’s a pipe-dream at this point.

But idk about you guys but I wholeheartedly do not support religious fundamentalism in any form. hOw CoUlD tHiS hApPeN???? Dude history fucking foreshadowed this.

I also recognise that if this happened to any western nation, it would’ve been far bloodier than what Israel has done. Western nations haven’t been so forgiving when attacked historically.

…

This isn’t a war where one side is the immaculate “good guys” and one side is the horrible irredeemable “bad guys”, both fucking suck. Also if you’re trying to find a moral high ground in a war you’re never going to accomplish that. That being said I don’t side with religious fundamentalists nor people who actively target civilians nor the people who cheer for the former twos’ accomplishments. Which for me means I support a country I hate lol.

I wish people realised that just because one side is the “underdog” does not mean their actions are justifiable.

I didn’t spend my adult life studying the middle east to watch tumblr denizens who’ve never left their western nation make wackass claims about a war that they know nothing about

[itsjustmyfantasyroom]

Two heads

This is the full fic from this, that @thatesqcrush sent through! Hope you like it.

Warnings: a bit of everything cause its Bryan, bit rough, hands on throats, hair tug, light swearing, a spank and smut.

WC: 1502

Enjoy x

It was never going to work anyway, two heads of the law firm in a fixed relationship. With all the over time, the court days and the working dinners you were lucky to see each other once a week, maybe twice if you were lucky. He hated not having his freedom, of not being able to bang whoever he wanted when you weren’t around and it something he was never going to get used too. Although you were both on the same page as far as the relationship ending went, you had heard the rumor's that he dropped you because he turned down someone at bar out of respect for you.

You rolled your eyes when he did it over dinner at one of the fanciest restaurants in town, telling him bitterly that he could have done it via email, CCing in the rest of the heads of STR Laurie after he made it well known that he missed out on getting some ass because he was trying to be loyal to you. Working in the same building, you were shocked that there had been no path crossing or any type of interaction till now.

 You walked into function room of your firm’s biggest clients PR night, that you were expected to be at.  You knew he was there, but you didn’t scan the room at first to find him, instead you walked in confidently, like it didn’t worry you that he was there.  

Bryan had been watching the door, waiting for you to walk through it and when you did, he took in a big breath and a gulp of his drink. His eyes ran up from your heels up your legs and over your body in your thigh length black double breasted blazer dress with 6 gold buttons down the front. He felt his cock twitch thinking about the last time your body was under him, he balls deep in you as you moaned his name. He thought messing around with whoever whenever was what he wanted. But as time went past, he realised it was the wrong decision, but he would never admit that, no matter how much it ate him up.

You moved around the room, talking to other co-workers, CEO’s and mangers of the other company, he catching the corner of your eye once, you now knowing where he was. Bryan’s eyes staid on you, following you and watched as you walked over to Clint, the CEO’s son. Bryan’s eyes narrowed at the back of your head, watching as you walked up to him, your hand going to his shoulder and he dipped his head kissing you on the cheek and his hand going to your hip.

He couldn’t see your face, but by the look on Clint’s, he knew exactly what he was thinking because he had and still thought the same. You stood with him for ages, talking, Clint laughing at you touching your arm and you doing to same to him. He watched on as you turned around, locking eyes with him and giving him a little smirk before you hocked your arm on Clint’s, leading you to the bar.

Bryan’s eyes kept following you, you both standing at the bar, Clint leaning into you, his hand on your hip again and he looking down at you licking his lips. Bryan drank down the rest of his drink slamming his glass down on the table. He stood up and walked over to you and Clint. Clint was whispering in your ear about taking you home and what he wanted to do to you once you got there, a clearing of a throat interrupting you both.  Bryan frowned at you when he saw the little smirk on your face when you turned around,

“Hey Bryan, how are you?” Clint held out his hand, Bryan shaking it back.

“Good. Thanks. Y/N, Diane wants to talk to you”

You raised an eye brow at Bryan and then turned leaning up to peak Clint on the cheek,

“I’ll come find you when I’ am done”

You started to walk out of the room, knowing Bryan wasn’t far behind you. You walked out through the main doors and felt Bryan’s hand go to your elbow, pulling you towards another set of doors. He pushed them open and guided you in, letting go of your elbow and shutting the door. You crossed your arms over your body, leaning into one hip with a smirk on your face. Bryan turned around  his face like stone,

“Your such a fucken brat” he muttered, walking towards you.

“I don’t know what your talking about” you gave him a coy look, dropping your arms down.

Brayan walked right to you, his body just shy of yours, his body heat hitting your skin and your body covered in goose bumps. Bryan grabbed your hand spinning you around and started to back you towards the wall,

“Had your fun?” Bryan growled pushing you against the wall, his hand sliding up your thigh.

“Didn’t take you for the jealous type Bryan” you panted

“Jealous?” He smirked “There is nothing to be jealous of, we both know my cock is the only one you want”

His lips crashed on yours, his tongue darting into your mouth roughly, his fingers pushing down into your under ware, his finger sliding into your hot drenched core. Bryan’s lips lefts yours, his eyes dark and deadly looking into yours, his other hand going up to your throat with very light pressure. You whined in pleasure, your mouth wide open while his fingers thrusted into you, your wet coating them.

Bryan pulled back from you, a whimper leaving you at the loss of contact. He hooked a finger in the neckline of your blazer dress, tugging you to him, pulling you towards a table in the corner. His hands went to you hips as you both got to it, lifting you up slightly to sit on it. You spread your legs and he moved between them. One of your hands wrapping around him, grabbing onto his dark blue jacket, your other going to his hairy chin.

Bryan’s hands went to your ass pulling you to the edge of the table, reaching into his wallet in his back pocket pulling out a condom sitting it on the table next to you, then moving to undo himself, pushing down his pants and boxers, they falling to his ankles. While Bryan opened and rolled on the protection, you kissed around the other side of his face. Your hand in his beard came down to pull your panties out of the way and he started to slide into you, he grunting and you moaning.

Bryan started to thrust his hips into you hard, one hand going up into the back of your head, tugging your hair back and his other hand going to grip your chin. The hand of the arm that was around him run down to grab onto his firm ass cheek, feeling it clench as the thrusted into you and your other hand wrapping his tie in your fist tugging him closer to you,

“Yes, Bryan” You moaned.

A breathless chuckle left him, raising an eye brow at you sticking out his tongue and running the tip of it around your lips. His hips picking up speed, the table under you shaking. Bryan’s lips met yours again, kissing you rough and deep. Bryan’s hands left the parts of your body they were on, pushing you down by your shoulders to lay flat on the table. His hands grabbed your hips, pulling you down the table slightly and your legs bent around him, his elbows pushing into your knees to help hold them up.

One of your hands grabbed your breast squeezing at it through your dress and your other went to your clit, your thumb rubbing over it. Your back arched up off the table, moans and Bryan’s name flowing out of it, your body filling with nothing but pleasure. You had just dropped down on your back when a loud roar bolted out of Bryan, his fingers pressing deep into your hips and his mouth dropped opened, cumming hard and deep inside you. Bryan pulled out of you and you shifted back slightly to sit up. Bryan grabbed your chin, kissing you deeply again and then sorting himself out, wrapping the used protection in a tissue from his pocket, while you fixed your panties and your dress,

“Don’t pull that shit again. Get out there and tell that pretty boy that you got a better offer and meet me outside, I’ll go and get a cab”

“And if I don’t?” You smirked at him flattening his tie on his chest and you saw his eyes harden and his nostrils flaring.

“Then I’ll go out there and tell that pretty boy that I was just balls deep in you, while you get a taxi” Bryan gave you a slight spank and a wink “Now go”

 Tags: @detective-giggles @beccabarba @alwaysachorusgirl @madamsnape921​ @witches-unruly-heart​

[mermaidcashton]

if i knew you were comin’

author: claire (@mermaidcashton) ship/AU: ashton irwin/reader, baker AU  prompt: “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I have no idea what I’m doing. I almost never do.”  wordcount: 3344 warnings: swearing a/n: • written for @maluminspace & @h0tsos ‘s 5sos fic writers collab (in which we all chose from a list of AU’s and had the above prompt quote to include - check out the masterlist linked to see everyone elses!) • i do not give permission for this (or any of my writing) to be reposted, by anyone, on this or any other website. please don’t do it! • title from ‘if i knew you were comin' i'd've baked a cake’ by eileen barton  if i knew you were comin’ ***

It would have been a real cliché had it been pouring with rain, the first time you saw him. If an unexpected thunderstorm in June had sent you into the little hipster bakery by necessity, a beacon of shelter in the form of a black & white sign that said ‘Dagger & Snake Bakehouse’. As it was, you were simply hungry in the rich sunshine, miles from home, and a sucker for bagels. That wasn’t very rom-com, really. 

The cliché came in when you saw him for the first time; laugh bright on his face, flour in his pillar box red hair. You felt every love-at-first-sight trope possible in that moment; brass band playing, lightning striking, arrows piercing. 

But it was raining now - slowly but with determination from the grey September sky - and you felt it, still.

***

The old fashioned bell above the heavy door rang out as you pushed your way into the bakery, immediately feeling enveloped in warmth. You shook off the excess water pooling on your umbrella out of the open door before you let it close as gently as possible behind you, spinning back around to assess the scene before you.

The shop was an assault on the senses every time you visited; the smell of 50 different baked goods intermingling and somehow achieving a harmony in your nose, the sound of the eclectic playlist they kept adding to filling the shop, and the assault on the eyes came in the form of bright hanging lights, extensive art on the walls, and the staff themselves.  

“Hello, you! Get in here; it’s horrible out there!”

You smiled widely, genuinely, at the greeting. “Hey, Calum! How are you?” You replied, stepping up to the counter. Calum ran his hand over his very short blonde hair with a smile that you were sure accounted for at least 25% of their sales. Not that you’d know; only one of the co-owners kept you spending more than you could really afford on focaccia bread, and he was nowhere to be seen.

“Can’t complain, real-well, actually, I can,” Calum changed his mind mid-sentence, face growing indignant. “Ash went to drop the banking off at Natwest 30 minutes ago, and Luke was due 5 minutes before you walked in, and I’m dying for a piss, and I-” The bell above the door shook like a hurricane had just come through the door, and in the form of a 6’2” blonde streak of limbs, it kind of had. “Sorry, sorry, I’m he-woah!” Luke skidded across the shiny white floor on his damp black Converse, windmilling his long arms until he caught one of only three tables in the place, and brought himself to a jolting stop. 

Calum rolled his eyes. “This fucken’ guy.” He muttered, but you could see the fondness painted all over his golden brown face. “Luke, I need to pee; look after our best customer for me!” Calum bolted out from behind the counter, showing off his black tank top and pinstriped trousers as he pulled his black branded apron off on his way to the door marked ‘STAFF ONLY’ across the shop. You could hear his Doc Martens squeaking on the tiles as he disappeared through the door and Luke took his place behind the counter, chucking his backpack through the archway that attached the shop to the bakery’s kitchen.  “Ooh, Ashton won’t like finding your backpack in his kitchen when he gets back!” You tease, leaning onto the ledge that separates you from Luke. The absent baker was very particular about his immaculate commercial kitchen and everything in it, and you knew something would definitely be said about the fact that Luke’s wet backpack was now lying on the floor by the ovens. Calum had once told you about a time he had simply moved Ashton’s sourdough starter across the kitchen, and the incident that had followed (and lasted for three days). “Ooh, won’t he!” Luke cooed, tying his own D&S Bakehouse apron with a messy bow on his stomach. “You’d know, being our resident Ashton expert and all.” You felt the flush begin to bloom on your cheeks before you saw it reflected in Luke’s stupid stainless steel coffee machine. You stuck your chin out as defiantly as possible. “I don’t know what that means, and I also don’t care. I’d like a Flat White, please, barista!”  Luke clutched his chest with a large hand, gasping dramatically. “So harsh! My own job title! You missed ‘Retail Assistant’ and ‘Shop Hunk’, but I’ll forgive you because I know you’re having Ashton withdrawals right now. Haven’t seen you since last week, kiddo!” Opting to ignore his needling about the Ashton situation, you set your own backpack on the floor as you let out a sigh. “Yeah, it’s been a bit chaotic this week. But I said I’d try and come by today, and I can’t live without Calum’s doughnuts much longer, so here I am.” “Yeah, that’s definitely what you can’t live without.” Luke snorted, filling the portafilter with coffee grounds. The staff door swung open before you could respond, Calum sailing back into the bakery. “Does he come with an off switch?” You groaned, shaking your head at the bottle blonde as he laughed and groaned with you. “God, if he did, I’d use it so often he’d never be ‘on’.” “You love me, they love me, everybody loves me!” Luke sang at volume as the coffee machine began to grind and whir. Calum rolled his eyes as he shut the door to the counter. “The girls from the high school down the street love you, I’ll give you that, but that’s about it.”   “The boys, too.” Luke wiggled his eyebrows at you ridiculously, tapping the used coffee grounds into the bin with a flourish. You couldn’t help but giggle; you’d grown so fond of Luke and Calum in the three months you’d been visiting the bakery that you considered them friends. And as you started examining the case in front of you, filled with the most delicious looking cakes, pastries and doughnuts you’d ever seen, you thought that surely friends with access to coffee and baked goods were the best friends to have. “What are you thinking, love?” Calum asked, watching your eyes flick between peanut butter brownies and cinnamon rolls.  “I don’t know; everything always looks so good!” You whined. “I think I’m definitely in the mood for something sweet, though.” “I’m right here, baby!” Luke trilled as he placed a steaming cup on the counter, looking very pleased with himself. “Do I need to tell Michael about this flirty behaviour, Luke?” Calum teased. Luke shrugged, completely nonplussed. “If you want. He’s so hot when he gets jealous.” Calum rolled his eyes again as he made his way into the kitchen. “Luke, move your backpack before Ash gets back unless you want to get bollocked!” He called over his shoulder. “Uh oh, too late.” Luke groaned, looking past you through the glass of the shop front, moments before the shop bell sounded out for a third time. You would definitely play it cool and not turn around if it was anyone but Ashton; you swear, this man is actually magnetic. The Hall & Oates’ song coming from the speakers seems to slow down as he comes into your line of sight, like in every movie you’ve ever seen with a leading man half as gorgeous as this one. Ashton was wearing his signature black boots and ripped jeans, with a white tank top and the leather jacket that you were sure would smell just like him; flour, grapefruit, sandalwood and whatever he used to put his hair into any of the styles that drove you so crazy. Today he had that one styled curl falling onto his face, and right now it was soaked and sending a trail of water down to drop from his chiseled jaw.  “You took your time, bread boy.” Calum called from the kitchen, doing Luke a solid of hiding his backpack underneath the furthermost kitchen counter as he did. Ashton huffed out half a laugh, running both hands through his wet hair and bending forward to shake it off as much as he could. “I don’t even only bake bread! Why do you insist on calling me that? Especially in front of my favourite customer.”  Despite knowing that you were currently the only customer in the bakery, your brain immediately began questioning whether or not he was referring to you. Then, he straightened up with his arms high, hands slicking his red hair back, and looked straight at you with unwavering eye contact. “Hey.”  That one word, combined with those eyes and him looking like he was in 2020’s answer to a Whitesnake video dragged your heart straight into your throat.  “Hey.” You echoed, hoping you were imagining the slightly breathless quality to your voice. Ashton’s serious-supermodel face broke into his brightest smile - seemingly just for you - before he began to stride past you to head behind the counter, shrugging his wet jacket off as he went. “I see you’re sorted with a drink; what have you chosen to eat? Or is this a flying visit?” “I was just doing my usual, actually.” You replied, dragging your eyes away from the tattoos on his arms to glance back down at the many glass cases of treats. “Struggling to decide?” Ashton teased lightly, tying his apron strings into a bow at his waist. You giggled, feeling inordinately pleased that he knew exactly what you meant. “Well, my lattices should be cool by now. Cal?” Ashton called into the kitchen, where the sound of stand mixers could now be heard. You hadn’t even noticed Calum leaving the shop to bake in the back. As you realised Luke was also nowhere to be seen, the assistants’ head appeared from the side of the archway. “Calum says he is a very busy man and he thought you had things under control out here.” You frowned slightly, not understanding the inflection the blonde had put on ‘under control’. Must be a private joke; one that made Ashton steadily flush down his neck. “Shut up, Luke! I just want the top tray on the cooling rack by the main pantry, please.” Luke tapped his head with two fingers in an ‘aye aye, Captain’ gesture and momentarily vanished from view. Ashton cleared his throat, directing his words back to you. “I thought you said you were going to try and come by today. I made Cherry & Custard Lattices earlier; you love cherry, right?” You didn’t know what to say, so opted to just stare back at Ashton in surprise until you saw doubt in his eyes. “Yes! I did, say that, and I do - love cherry. You remembered that?” The smile on your face felt like it was spread impossibly wide, over your cheeks and beyond.  “Of course! I’m glad you’re here, actually…” “Here you go!” Luke said, sounding almost gleeful as he put the tray of pastries on the worktop behind Ashton. Normally, you would expect Luke to arrange them in a space in one of the cabinets and carefully handwrite a little sign for them, but not today, apparently. He was already taking strides back to the kitchen to help Calum, throwing you both a look over his shoulder that was definitely cheeky. “Go get ‘em, tiger!” Ashton went so unbelievably red that it made his flush from before look like his natural skin tone. For lack of something to do with yourself in a confusing, slightly awkward situation that you didn’t fully understand, you picked up the coffee Luke had made for you and took a small sip. Ashton took a breath and seemed to steel himself for something. “I’ve got something to ask you.” He cocked his head slightly to one side before taking a slightly wistful tone. “Do you remember the day we met?” *** You looked up at the stark sign above the world’s most appetising window display. ‘Dagger & Snake Bakehouse’. It was a little after your usual lunchtime and you were starving. You’d never been to this place before, but you could see slices of puff pastry topped with everything you could imagine; asparagus, pesto, goats cheese, tomatoes, bacon, mushrooms - all topped with melted cheese, so that was that. You made your way through the glossy black door into the bakery, and were struck by how cool it looked inside. The main walls were exposed brick painted white, covered with a broad range of paintings, posters, sketches, photographs and signs. Black boards covered in white chalk writing detailing baked goods and hot drinks, opening hours and little doodles. Shelves with all manner of trinkets and decorations adorned any parts of the walls that there wasn’t something else. Sleek white tiles covered the floor, counters and the walls leading off to the restrooms and a door marked ‘STAFF ONLY’. There were ferns and succulents dotted around the place, and recycled glass bottles on a few black cafe tables with a single red rose in each. There were cases and displays of every kind of baked good you could imagine at the counter, running along the windows, and high above the worktops behind the counter. Stevie Wonder segued into Fleetwood Mac over the speakers in the corners,audible above the babble of noise of the customers already in the bakery.  A couple at the farthest table were tucking into big slices of two of the most incredible looking cakes you had ever seen in your life. At the till, a girl with a high ponytail and tiny denim shorts was taking a branded pastry box from a tall, skinny-but-somehow-broad guy. Another man with a black hat pulled low on his head brushed his fluffy blonde hair out of his eyes where he sat at one of the tables opposite the counter. He shot the staff member a beaming smile and a thumbs up, then returned his attention to the laptop open on his table. You eagerly made your way forward as the girl with the ponytail began to exit the shop. “Hi! I’m Luke, welcome to Dagger & Snake Bakehouse. What can I get for you?” The worker - Luke - greeted you enthusiastically with a toothy smile. His smile faltered slightly when you asked for an iced coffee to go with your lunch, but before you could think about it, he sprang into action as a second man appeared from an archway beside him, mid laugh. You divert your attention to the newcomer and your heart skips way more than a beat. He was, without question, the most beautiful human you had ever seen in your life. He was tall - though not as tall as Luke, but twice as broad. The muscles in his arms bulged through his t-shirt, and you could see tattoos on his arms and wrists. His hair was in a perfect quiff, and the brightest shade of red you could imagine. You noticed what appeared to be flour speckled across the top of it, and melted slightly more. His face was a set of perfect, sharp angles contrasting with the soft dimples in his cheeks as he laughed. You had never been so aware of every molecule of your own body. You felt tingly and numb and on high alert all at once. The urge to lick your lips was suddenly overwhelming. “How are you getting on, Luke? Did I hear an iced coffee order over Calum’s shenanigans back there?” His voice was like hearing a song on the radio that you haven’t heard in ages but always loved. Luke shook his head and played it cool, whilst the love of your life turned to you with a warm smile. “It’s Luke’s first day! Go easy on him. How is he doing?”  “Ashton! I know exactly what I am doing!” Luke sniffed, opening a cabinet door that turns out to be a freezer drawer and scooping ice with confidence. Ashton giggled again and held his hands up in surrender, shooting you another smile before heading around Luke and out onto the bakery floor. You unconsciously followed him with your eyes, across the room to the window cabinets where he began making adjustments to the display. He had to bend and lean to reach the very front, and after allowing yourself a few seconds to stare at his ass in tight, black jeans, you came to your senses and reluctantly diverted your eyes back to the counter. Luke leant conspiratorially towards the counter and you unconsciously mirrored his movement before he began to whisper to you. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I have no idea what I’m doing.” He laughed as he straightened back up and steadied the coffee cup in his hand before continuing in an airy, cheerful voice. “I almost never do!” “I’m sure it’ll be great, don’t worry!” You reassured, casting an eye over the blender Luke was working with now. You were sure it would be. Probably. Your eyes traced the white printed branding that adorned the apron on Luke’s chest; a traditional tattoo style dagger and snake.  “Why Dagger & Snake?” “Oh, that’s a question for one of the bossmen! Ashton!” Luke called across the shop. “Yeah?” You jumped at the voice that came from right behind you, spinning around and coming face to face with Ashton wiping his hands on his apron. “Sorry!” Ashton apologised. “I didn’t mean to scare you!” A soft, genuine smile played on his lips as you took in just how hazel his eyes were. You felt like you’d just walked up a flight of 200 stairs. “The lady would like to know why you and Cal named this place Dagger & Snake Bakehouse. Oh, balls.” Something hit the floor behind you, but you paid it no mind as Ashton’s face lit up. “They go together, to mean a bunch of stuff, right? Kept seeing them at tattoo shops, together. They can symbolise healing, the Roman god of luck, good vs evil; loads of cool stuff. But always together; that’s me and Cal - Calum, my best friend, we own this place, 50/50. He got the dagger, I got the snake. Brothers, forever.” Ashton talked with such conviction, and pulled his t-shirt sleeve with enthusiasm as he held his arm out to you, showing you a stark black tattoo of a snake. “That’s so sweet.” You breathed out, without really thinking about it. He looked at you like he hadn’t expected that adjective, but like he was turning it over in his mind. “And cool!” you added, nodding slightly. “You think so?” Ashton smiled, pulling his sleeve back down, looking quietly pleased. You let a few seconds tick by in silence, looking into his eyes to see what you could see. It looked like the whole world. “Yeah, I do.”

***

“Um...I think so, yes.” You thought you were just about straddling the line between casual and so-nervous-you-could-honestly-throw-up-a-little. “I wanted to ask you this that day, but I thought I’d sound so creepy, and unprofessional, and I didn’t want you to think I was a freak, or that I did this all the time, but-” Unless you were projecting, Ashton looked as nervous as you felt. “Ashton, point! Get there!” Luke yelled gleefully from the kitchen, followed immediately by a sound that you were fairly certain was Calum smacking him upside the head. The yelp of ‘Ow!’ that followed it seemed to confirm your suspicions.  Ashton faltered slightly, looking embarrassed and mumbling something about ‘idiot’ and ‘fired’. “Ashton.” You reached out your hand and placed it on his where he was nervously drumming on the counter again before you even thought about it. You weren’t sure which of you was more surprised at your involuntary action.  Ashton raised his eyes back to you, peering at you with hope in his hazel eyes.“You think I could get your number? Take you out sometime?” You allowed yourself to smile, widely, genuinely, as you knew just how to answer. “Yeah, I do.” *** masterlist for the 5sos ficwriters collab  • my masterlist

[marialopezzz0922]

Coincidence Part 2

Summary Teaser: Y/N hasn’t seen him in 4 years. Not when you suddenly fell sick. Now after so long, you run into him, but with a little surprise holding onto your fingers.

Author’s note: First time writing please be nice! 

Adam Driver x Reader 

Warnings: 18+, little bit of couple fighting.

Adam was still standing in the middle of the apartment looking around. It was the same as it was 4 years ago, just a tad bit different. There was no more pictures of the two of you hanging on the walls. It now had pictures of you and Malia showing the stages of your life that you had together. There were toys, dolls and crayons laying around the floor in the living room. Shit it even had her drawings on the refrigerator. You took off your coat and placed it onto the closest chair next to you, and waited. You waited, and waited and waited for what felt like ages. The silence in the room was deafening. You were beginning to panic, wondering what he was thinking. Thinking why the hell today of all the years that you two spent apart, that today was the day that you guys would have the talk. You always imagined, damn it even practiced what you would say to him. When the day came for him to realize what happened 4 years ago. But you stayed silent.

You were lost in thought when Adam interrupted you, “Is she mine?” You looked at Adam and nodded. As he processed the new information he received, he started to pace the living room nodding his head. He was getting agitated. You can tell by the vein running through his neck, and the way his knuckles were turning white from closing his fist too hard. 

“And you didn’t think to tell me that you were fucken pregnant?!” Your head snapped to his direction, there was the fucken question. You stomped your way to the entry table that was by the front door, and pulled out a black medium box. “How come I didn’t tell you? Hmmmm, well let’s see Adam.” You opened the box, and took out hundreds of letters, and printed screenshots of your many attempts of trying to get a hold of Adam, and threw them at his feet. “You sent back all my letters! I fucken tried!! I tried for 2 years to get a hold of you and you, you just sent the letters straight back to me. I called, I left voicemails, text messages!! Shit, I even called your assistant, everyone!!! And you had me blocked, you even moved houses, as if we didn’t fucken exist to you!!” 

You took a deep breathe, and started again trying to control the shaking in your voice, “While you were out fucking all these randoms, your co-stars, partying all the time, I was giving birth to our daughter BY MYSELF! Raising her by myself, busting my ass by myself to give her the life that she fucken deserved!” Adam looked at you with guilt, he knew all this. He knew that you tried to reach out to him. He even remembered the day you called him when you were in labor, because he was at the Oscars. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket during the announcement of “Best Leading Actor” that he was nominated for. Your name showed up on his phone, and he stared at it while it vibrated in his hand. He knew that it was time. It was the day that you were going to change his life forever. And what did he do? He blocked you. He blocked you, stood up, smiled as if nothing happen, and made his way onto the stage to accept the award that he just won. Since then he told everyone to ignore your attempts and to start the process of changing houses, and phone numbers. 

“You should of tried better.” he said regretting the words that came out of his mouth. You gasped. Your ears started to ring with his response. The rage that you didn’t know existed till now took over your body and you slapped him. You slapped his face so hard that it left a perfect outline of your hand. Years of wonder, and anger went straight into that slap, that you didn’t feel anything on your hand. He stood there shocked and in pain. He deserved that. He deserved every rash word, every hit, slap, or kick that would come his way. 

You were shaking violently, all you could see was red. You could feel the tears running down your cheeks. You couldn’t believe he said that. Years before you had Malia, he was such a gentle giant. Always whispering sweet nothings to you, treating you so perfectly it made you start to think that if the day ever came, he would be a great husband and even a better dad. You lost it, and you started to push him around. “You son of a bitch, get out! Get the fuck out of here!!” Adam just took it. Years of regret was being thrown at his chest when you were pushing him. He saw the hurt in your eyes, the tears. He even was trying to hold his tears that were forming in his eyes from seeing you like this. Then, his body just reacted before he even had process what he was gonna do. He grabbed your right wrist before you tried to attempt to slap him again, and pulled you towards his body, and kissed you. 

[ennaih]

Writing tag game

Tagged by: @bunn1cula​ that minx

AO3 name: ennaih / aquandrian

Fandoms: wot, all of them? Orright. Rogue One/Star Wars; Phantom Of The Opera; Christian Bale; Holiday (1938); and a whole lot of real person fic including all the Mendo fic 

Tropes: enemies to lovers; literary AUs; mythological AUs; any kind of AU really; smut all the smut; hate sex leading to accidental feelings

Number of fics: 68

Fic I spent the most time on: Hmm. That’s either please come home for christmas or all this truth and consequence cos they’re long fuckers

Fic I spent the least time on: Round Two being the first fic I wrote when I knew what fic was and also that was to a time limit of half an hour iirc

Longest Fic:  please come home for christmas

Shortest Fic:  who comes too fast the first time they do it together (361 words)

Most hits/kudos/comment threads/bookmarks:  Don Juan Conquered for all I kid you not ... although the seeds of lust has the weirdest number of hits I don’t even know why, one of you buggers must be rereading it A LOT

Total word count:  432,189

Favourite fic I wrote: still sunspots and the age of the anthrocene because I am a dark fucker yes ... though I did find myself rereading parts of the christmas fic last night

Fic you want to rewrite/expand on: oh no, once it’s posted, it will never be touched. But I still wish I had elaborated on the ending to our lovelines grew hopelessly tangled or maybe expanded the stars are splashed across the ceiling into a full length novella. No, you know what I would fully rewrite? better be yes. Though I did flesh the same journey out in nearly all subsequent Mendo fic which makes me happy.

Share a bit of a WIP or a story idea you’re planning on: Mm, the only story ideas I have at the moment are for original fic but what the hell, maybe posting snippets will motivate me ...

Story 1:

Skynet knows, oh god what does Skynet know, how she likes it. He’s kind and courteous, holds back, waits for her signs. There’s a tiny crescent scar just below one eye. His smile crinkles up the bold lines of his face with so much kindness and humour. She wants to ask him so much, engage him in conversation, but her wariness holds her back. His silence sucks at her, the sight of him is so other and so shockingly familiar it jolts her into remembering she is other too. She can’t fake whiteness with him.

Story 2:

When she’s on top after they come, she smiles down at him, and from her mouth her skin peels back, disintegrates over ravaged muscle and decayed bone. He’s out of bed in a second, heart hammering, nausea turning his stomach. The woman is sprawled back, unconscious. And something dark distorts the air, flitting out of the room. A faint pleased laugh, so female.

And a novel fragment I need to rewrite and reframe:

But now I’m unstoppable, now he’s going to get all the poison I unleash. “I’m so sorry my brain chemistry has inconvenienced your --” don’t say cock “-- husbandly expectations, that I’m not doing my wifely duty!” I sneer. “God forbid my needs supersede yours!”

He goes quite red in the face, saying through his teeth, “I am not pissed off because I can’t fuck my wife --”

I scoff.

“-- I’m pissed off because the woman I love doesn’t love me back anymore!”

Oh god. All the fight goes out of me, so dismayed. Undone by his anguish.

Luke drags a hand over his face. “It’s like I’m a fucken stranger to you now. You’re not in our bed, you’re not even in our room. You freak out every time I touch you, you avoid me, you have nothing to say to me unless it’s about the kids. It’s like a nightmare. We’re living in the same house, and I fucken miss you.”

[mothmanismyuncle]

17 Questions

Rules: Answer 17 questions, then tag 17 people you want to know better

Thanks to @amateurenigma for tagging me

listen i am ALWAYS a slut for these things we don’t even gotta be followin each other i’m INTO IT

Nickname: fred. to the point that several professors in college did not know who i was if i put my name on my papers.

Zodiac: scorpio. i feel like i constantly have to apologise to every scorpio i know because i’m the asshole they base all the horoscopes on

Height: 5’6”? 5′5″?

Hogwarts house: i always get 50/50 gryffindor/slytherin, and in like, january i got real drunk and decided i was going to be more of a slytherin cos this gryffindor shit was gettin real old. so yeah. slytherin.

Last thing I googled: “i’m craving something sweet” then the sonovabitch had the audacity to give me an article about getting rid of sugar cravings. no, bitch, i wanted a recipe for a chocolate chip cookie brownie cheesecake chimera, not some “lose weight or you’re a shitstain” article.

Song stuck in my head: “it could have been me” the struts

Following and Followers: following 1784, followers 423

Amount of sleep I get: ACTUALLY. ACTUALLY 8 HOURS. :D

Lucky number: 8 and 23

Dream job: author that gets to voice somebody in the animated series. not hot enough to be a screen actor but voice actor will do. or a tattoo artist. or an archivist again. idk i’ll find out when i get there.

Wearing: boxers. i just woke up.

Favorite Songs: right now, i’ve been listening to a lot of songs that make me want to cry. some remind me of an old friend, some are just sad. dunno! but big little lions and birdtalker are really speakin my language.

Instruments: i had years of classical piano lessons because my mom was trying to classically train us. i had flute lessons for a minute. but the REAL fun started when i joined my best friend’s punk band and he taught me how to play bass so he could switch to lead. our third best friend for the trio played drums and he taught me how to play a little, too.

Random Fact: i got into a harvard phd programme just to see if i could.

Favorite authors: i will always, ALWAYS, have a soft spot for patrick rothfuss. my DM in college told me to read his books, that it’ll be the best book i ever read, and i absolutely was like NO WAY THERE’S NO FUCKEN WAY DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY BOOKS I READ. well. i was leaving for a flight to florida and it got pushed back a few hours. the only book on sale in the book shop was the first book in the kingkiller chronicles. i read the entire thing during my wait and my flight. it felt like coming home. in a literary sense, every word choice was lovely and it felt so goddamn beautiful, and in a narrative sense, every character felt so goddamn alive they could’ve walked out of the book and started telling me their story themselves.

Favorite Animal Noise(s): sometimes my dog wants to bark but he knows he’ll get in trouble if he does a full bark so he’ll look at me in the eyes and go b o o f without even fully opening his mouth and it never fails to make me cackle

Aesthetic: i feel like i’ve got nine,,,, like sometimes i got a newfound dark academia thing going, sometimes i just dress exactly like matt fraction’s hawkeye, sometimes i go full-frontal punk, sometimes it’s goth, sometimes i start to wonder how long i can wear this sweatshirt until i legally have to give it rights. idk!

Tagging: @dontexplainthejoke @lfleming221-blog @eliasexual @stitchinspacetime and @birddingus2

no pressure tho! :D

[taeguboi]

Headcanon request: from friends to lovers. Thank you 😊

Here goes! Very late! As per usual! But they’re longer HCs this time!

BTS HCs: Friends to Lovers

Headcanons Masterlist HERE

RM

It takes forever for either of you to realise it.

He’s that guy best friend who always makes you laugh

always there to pick up the pieces

but it takes a lifetime to realise it all

to realise that actually, you can’t live without him

but first, as friends, he:

helps you on your quest for a true love

even though he low key knows that it could be him all along

but he’ll wait

takes you on mates dates at least fortnightly

friend’s discounts at the shop he works at

and he doesn’t do that for anyone else

but he doesn’t realise fully either

not yet

he becomes more and more generous to you

and he still doesn’t really think twice about it

and whilst you’re grateful for the things your friend does for you

nor do you think twice about it

until one day

you’re about to meet up at the park

you know, normal sunny Saturday afternoon

and on your journey there, you just stop

right in the middle of the street

“I can’t wait to meet Namjoon today…”

“Like, I REALLY can’t wait…”

“My God, could I be…”

and you get there and he’s laid out this picnic

which ordinarily wouldn’t be unusual

but then you see these rose petals

and champagne

it’s dead cheesy

but it’s like he’s so in tune with you

you just run up to him sat on the blanket waiting

“Oh my goodness, Namjoon!”

and something overcomes you

you give him an appreciative kiss

“What’s happening right now?” you ask, parting from the kiss

which he has most definitely returned

“This…”

*he pops open the champagne*

“…is what’s happening”

and there’s not formal asking out 

or even any official labels to start with

you just spend the rest of that day together

“We should so something like this again sometime”

“Like… a date?”

“Maybe” he grins.

You don’t do anniversaries or milestones in the future

because no one payed attention to the time or the date

it didn’t matter

that doesn’t matter

What matters is that the two of you found happiness

unexpectedly

congrats guys

everyone was secretly rooting for you all along

so many new gifs for me to use! it’s like my favourite way of rounding of a post ngl. wheeeeeeeeee

Jin

It was love at first sight… but then it wasn’t… but then it was again, huh.

you meet Jin and are entranced by him

but you have no chance, you figure

after on his first day of work at your place

you’re showing him the ropes

“yeah so here’s where the…”

*crash! bang! wallop!*

next thing you know

you’re on the ground 

“Yep I’m a dork.”

“I’m a klutz.”

“This girl right here? No chance”

That’s all what you’re telling yourself, that is

so then you avoid him 

and he clocks on to that

“oh that’s a shame”

“she seemed really nice”

and this goes on for a bit

but then you eventually get comfortable around him

and suddenly out of nowhere

he asks you on a date

and you say yes of course

but you’re certain it’s a dare from the co-workers

for whatever reason

so when Jin asks if you’d like to do it again

you humm with uncertainty

“Wow, you really don’t like me, do you?”

“What, no?”

“Why are you so indifferent around me? Something I did? Said?”

“It’s not that.. it’s… this is a dare, isn’t it?”

“Huh?”

“The guys at work. They put you up to this didn’t they?”

“Are you for real?”

“Are you?”

“Yes! Y/n, I like you!”

“How do I know this isn’t part of the act?”

and he’s so fucken bold

he pulls you in by the waist

and plants a big one on you

right on the lips

he’s so dreamy

you have to go back in for another

this is great

really great

you go back to his

and it’s innocent, you know

you’re kissing on the couch 

all night

into daylight

just kissing and talking

“Okay, maybe I believe you now”

Jin is the bias wrecker once again guys. Confession made.

Suga

It’s one of the hardest experiences he’s ever had to live… but it’s worth it.

Yoongi is the most quietest person around girls

especially if he likes you

but you were never told this 

you meet a friend of his 

and she one day introduces you

cool, cool, ‘hello’

that’s your side of it anyway

“Very pretty. and charming”

his side ^

but doesn’t speak up

for years

he just so happens to be fortunate enough

that you and this mutual friend get closer

and that a group of friends forms from that

he treasures those meet ups you all have

he loves the way you laugh

the light in your eyes when you tell a story

your dress sense

your tastes in music

your everything

Music. That’s it.

so one day he muster the courage

to engage with you in a more in depth conversation

“What’s new with you, Yoongs?”

nice, a nickname

he blushes

“Not much really… apart from this maybe”

and he passes you a headphone

and the music that’s playing is cool

“I just got into them, think they’re my newest obsession…”

“This is cool stuff man”

okay

‘man’ is a little heartbreaking but

she likes it

she might even think I’m cool

and you do

and you two start to bond over music more and more

“Aw Yoongs, check this out! It’s like what you showed me last week!”

“Nice! You know if you like this stuff then I can recommend more…”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I can send you some links, or…”

or…..? YOONGS?

“…or you could come to mine sometime and go through my CD collection”

and even he’s shocked at this bold request

but you say yes immediately

so what was he going to worry about anyway?

so yeah, his place

music music music

he is so cool

the stuff he owns

the stuff he likes

it’s almost like

he’s you as a guy

and it’s almost like

you’ve connected on a completely different level

then you find yourself thinking about him a lot

A  L O T

you want to text him every day

you want to bump into him wherever you go

or invite him out just because

right, this has to stop

you have to know

“Yoongi?”

“Yeah?”

“What would you say if…”

“If…?”

“It’s silly, nah”

“Oh”

“Well… do you think we’ve been hanging out too much lately”

“Not at all”

“No, I mean like TOO much… too much for people who are ‘just friends’?”

literally though

you’ve spent every day of this past fortnight in each other’s company now

“Maybe, but… well, how do you feel about that y/n?”

“I… I’ve enjoyed it” you smile

“Me too” he grins.

and it’s a big grin

it makes you warm

make you want to…

“Stop me if I’m reading this wrong”

you go for it

you kiss him

and he’s kissing you back

hurray!

finally!

“Oh my god guys, FINALLY!” 

your friends chorus in one go

Yes, finally.

J-Hope

He was a skater boy, she said… ‘YES!’

lol sue me kill me idc

your mates like the park

his mates like the park

it’s really the only place in your area 

to go to every weekend

you mingle a little gradually

you guess they’re cool

it’s nice to be welcomed up there

“you girls like skating?”

“suppose we can try”

some of you pick it up like that

some of you don’t

you choose which one you are

and you all grow up together essentially

you all get older then

less people are coming out so often

you and Hoseok find it’s just the two of you

this happens occasionally

neither of you think anything of it

but you have a laugh

you have fun

practically best friends

without saying that you’re best friends

you grow up some more

and the park at weekends is no longer a thing

you get jobs

you get further education

etc

you think to yourself, in your 20s

“you know what I haven’t done in a while?”

and just like that, you grab your board

or not if you’re the type who didn’t pick it up

maybe you have a bike instead idk

so you go back there for the nostalgia you guess

and it’s eerie

because you hear your name

and the voice is familiar

you must be going nuts

but then you source the location of the sound

you completely forgot his house backs onto this place

“Y/n!!!” 

at the top of his voice until you notice

you wave

aw isn’t that lovely

you make your way home

“Woah! Wtf?” 

Hoseok’s just stopped you in your tracks on the main street

and you just catch up

and it somehow leads to meeting for coffee the next week

you guess it’s harder to keep friends at this age already

so why not

one coffee date

turns into 5

into 18

into 578659

you get it

something is happening here

you… think?

then you get this invite

he asks you to be his plus 1 at a wedding

this… isn’t just what mates do, right?

or is it?

best not over think it

just make yourself look presentable

well at least look nice

or really nice

like really good

…you make yourself look like the bomb

let’s see if he pays attention now

“Woah”

he’s stunned

but so are you 

THE SUIT

he had the same idea you bet

he offers you his arm to link onto

you get drunk at the wedding

naturally

and you just talk about the idea

what if you’d have got together as teens?

it’s so random

but then he tells you 

any guy would be lucky to have you

it’s cliche af

but

but

*you’re just staring into thin air now*

“Y/n-would-you-like-to-go-on-a-date-with-me?” he blurts out

it’s real nervous and fast

but kinda cute

and you butt in just as fast

“YES!”

do either of your remember in the morning?

damn right, you do?

“So what now?”

“You looked so fine in that dress y/n… you really captured me. Let’s do it.”

and it’s onwards and upwards from there.

Jimin

“I secretly love my best friend and I get jealous when she’s with someone else”

you’re the duo that people begin to get convinced would never get together

like not even a hook up

people used to tease like

“why don’t you just fuck already?”

or

“you know who would be good for you?”

but they stopped

they saw how much it annoyed the two of you

and actually

maybe they should grow up

and realize

friendships of opposite genders do happen

so you get on with the whole best friends thing

and this is normal to you

well it’s not unusual, having said that

maybe I should say, it’s not unbearable for you

Jimin, on the other hand

he fucking adores you

he might even say he loves you

if he could admit it

he can’t even tell himself that though

not yet

he secretly can’t stand it when

you go on dates

you tell him all about it

you ask him what dress to wear to go out in

that stuff

so you know they say

“a drunk mind speaks a sober mind”?

he’s on a lads night out

and they’re talking about you

how cool you are

how pretty you are

how fit you are

and that last one gets to him

he pins a close friend of his up to the wall

“dude wtf”

wtf indeed Jimin

“oh shit, I love her”

“gaaaay!” his mates holler

“shut up! I have to go do something”

so he calls you

“can I come over”

“uh, sure?” a confused tired y/n answers

he gets to yours and you see why the weird time of night

“have you been drinking?”

“I was, but… I feel very much sober now”

“Everything okay Jimin?

“I… I… I just pinned Tae up against the wall”

“Why?”

“He said something about you”

“Tae said something about me? I hope nothing bad…”

“No y/n, nothing like that, oddly enough.. he said…

… he complimented you and it just…

… y/n I can’t pretend anymore…

… I am a jealous person when it comes to you.”

“You’re… jealous? Of what?”

“People who get to be close to you”

“But we’re close, Chim”

he can’t stop talking thought

“… people who get to take you out -

- people who get to hold you close - 

- people who…”

“Jimin, what are you trying to say?”

“If you never wanna talk again, I’ll understand”

“Jimin, what is it?”

“Can I ask a question?”

that’ll be easier for him, you see

“Would you kiss me… ever?”

“I’ve… never really thought about it…”

“Would you try?”

it’s a bit desperate ^ 

but he’s asked it now

you have to think about it though

you really never thought about it

“I need some time”

“I’m sorry”

“Don’t apologise Chim… take me out.”

“Huh?”

“Take me out. This time next week.”

so you can think about it

and you do

and it’s still pretty uncertain for the first few days

until you can’t stop thinking about it

what that kiss would have been like

you have nothing to lose, surely?

and then a week has passed

you get to kiss him

Wow

“I think we could do this more often” you smile

V

You fall in love with a kitty and he falls in love with you

your friendship derives fro a mutual love of something

CATS

well actually, it’s all animals

but you decided your home needed a cat

and he works at the adoption charity

“I’m quite fond of this one” he smiles

he’s just picked up the one you pointed out

usually the adoption procedure is short and sweet

pick a cat, take them home

but Taehyung lets you stroke the cat

for hours

as the two of you are lost in conversation

you don’t even stop to wonder if he’s slacking off the job

this is too nice

“You know, I wouldn’t say no to letting you visit him every now and then” you offer, blushing of course

he’s so cute…

the kitty isn’t bad either

shoot me again i know

“Really?”

“Yeah”

phone numbers exchanged

nerves hit you as you expect his first visit

are you letting in a secret madman?

who knows?

you find out he is mad

but not in a psychologically deranged way

he’s nuts

he’s funny

he’s caring

he’s… a good friend now

but it doesn’t end there

he’s charming

he’s thoughtful

he’s… amazing

and time to feel pathetic every time he visits the kitty

like a middle aged woman watching a fit young builder work on her house

but it stops feeling like that when

you notice he glances at you 

he sometimes just watches you talk

he’s interested

whether that’s an interest in what you’re saying 

or and interest in you 

or both, you can’t figure

then one day he suddenly makes this confession

kind of

“you know we’re taught not to get attached to the little fellows we take in…”

“and yet here you are…”

“yeah…”

he looks awkwardly at the floor

“Tae?”

“What?”

“Were you… going to say something else?”

“No! – uh, maybe…”

you wait for him to spit it out

“I did get attached to [name of pet] but… I might have played on that…”

“Play on it how?”

you’re not sure if you should worry

“It’s just when I saw you come in for the first time and you look so cute and kind and…. ah I’m making a right balls up of this…”

“and what, Taehyung?”

“I just wanted to get to know you better!”

“Why?”

“I literally just listed some of the reasons why!”

silence

“but… nevermind that… can we still be friends?”

this is insane

why would he think you’d want to be his friend

after this

absolutely insane

to think

that you could continue being

just friends only

“So… you liked me back?”

“Oh my god how long have we trailed this out unnecessarily?”

“oops” you confidently smirk

oh and you’re face to face with him now

and then

the kiss

awwh

but what’s that smell??

“I still need to get [pet’s name] toilet trained!”

all’s well that ends well

Jungkook

From lovers to friends to lovers again… pfft, teens

high school sweethearts

everyone thinks you’ll be together forever

but then it ends in like your last school year

over numerous misunderstandings

you know how it can be

the amount of jealous people

who then make rumours

which can feel very believable

anyhow

it’s a few years until you even meet or talk again

of course in your youth, weekends are for partying

and you make friends from friends

and more friends from those friends

and then different people mingle

and a friend of a friend of a friend become besties somehow

all that jazz

so your group and his group somehow collab

it’s weird at first 

but you’re young adult

you can be civil, right?

you might think I’m about to say ‘wrong’

but I’m not

because y/n and Jungkook were always ahead of the maturity game anyways

and now you’re in a more sensible environment 

which sounds weird as you’re in a club full of horny strangers

but there’s a more positive type of people

because no one involves themselves with the negative people from school anymore

so you can talk properly

and you look back with nostalgia

and you evaluate with more open and educated minds

you catch up

and with each drink comes more honesty

yes, you actually get drunk together

that is a possible thing

no one takes advantage though

you agree to meet up to go clubbing more often

and you bond once again over your love for fun

and since it doesn’t happen that often

it’s more fortnightly than every possible day

you can always find something to talk about

because there’s always something to catch up on

but then one night you’re broke

you just don’t admit it to anyone

surely it can still be fun with friends alone, right?

it is still fun

but

isn’t this whole seeing your ex thing a bit weird?

the conversations on this night are less natural

he doesn’t spot it

and you all depart without fuss

you think about it the next morning again

is this weird?

can this friendship thing really work out?

and you decide

no, it can’t

because you still fucking love every little thing he does don’t you?

and he’s matured extremely well

he is like DAMN

but you try to numb it out

accepting that round 2 could never happen

he invites you out

“just us and a few friends” he says

but there’s no friends there

they all bailed

not a trick, just real coincedence

and yeah, you talk some more

and more

and more

and more

until it hurts

you’re tearing up

he’s tearing up

you’ve missed each other so much

you passionately kiss

still low key crying

full of emotion

wishing neither of you had ever let some petty high school kids affect your lives in this way

it’s kind of almost tragic

but you’re here now

you’ve missed his kisses

he’s missed your touch

but neither of you miss those fucking shit staring kids

the rumours ruined you back then

but they only made you stronger now

you and Jungkook

back together

forever?

A lot of that was probably lame but I hope at least one person can enjoy this [not including myself hahahah]

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> Vel + RL : Dramatic Conclusion pt 1

CO: When Vel shows up, Ringleader's just outside the burned and ruined church. He's leaning against one of the still barely remaining pillars that held up the place during it's hayday. It's early, early predawn, just early enough that things are starting to look just a little bit brighter than a normal moonlit night. He looks over the scalded and eroded remains, tear tracks down his face in soft, blurred lines. Apparently, he's been Mourning.

FO: Velius is not entirely capable of mourning in the same way -- as evidenced by his usual ball-of-nervous-energy self -- but he does his best. There's a small teardrop added to his paint, and when he arrives he spends just a moment assessing the situation and letting his fins shift around, before he comes close and tries to collect a hug. Hi RL. It's Vel Time. A little.

CO: Ringleader gives his small friend a carefully tight hug, that involves some lifting because it's rude to hug your friends right to your dick. There's a part of him that expects to have to indulge in a little more tears, but it helps that the smell of ozone has long washed away with rain and time.

FO: Velius hugged him back, and floated away when released, looking up at the much larger clown. "...Your paint's sad," he observed.

CO: "It happens sometimes," he nods. Not going to deny that, that's what the tear is for even.

TA: Hey. Hey Vel. This way.

TA: Shiiiinnyyyy.

FO: Velius reached up to squeeze Ringleader's hand, and looked in the shiny direction as if he'd heard something.

CO: ... He takes the hand to squeeze back a bit. Give One whole affection, in the form of brushing his lips across knuckles. .... And then he'll look where Vel's looking. "Yeah. This is the old church.."

FO: The knuckle kiss made Velus blush enough to show on the backs of his fins.

FO: "It's big," shiny.

CO: He looks over the remnants. "Used to be bigger, but yeah. It's pretty fuckin big." Not all of it is utterly collapsed, but a lot of it is damaged to the point of unlivability.

FO: "..Gonna build a new one?" He had to walk slowly towards the shiny, he didn't want to lose it.

CO: Ringleader will follow Vel as he begins walking in, even passing him up and beginning to lead after a moment or two. "Gods, I hope so. ... So much takes priority, but I want to."

FO: "..the church has big hearts an a whole lotta freedom they didnt used to have. I bet it'll work out."

FO: Shiny... ...he followed, even if Ringleader led in the wrong direction, but his eyes were in the vague direction of ... Things. He wished he had any idea where his senses were leading. He remembered vaguely having had plans to practice scrying on a nuke, but he'd never gotten around to it..

CO: "So long as I live to see it, brother. Fuck knows when I'll get shot at." He walks into the old throne room. His throne was wood, and has long since burned and blown away. .... But some of the color on the floor faintly remains.

TA: Wow there was something past here. A little deeper. Toward the Burned part. Tug.

FO: "...Hopefully naut soon," ..he checked the horizon for snipers, ust in case. Shiny things weren't always good.

FO: "...but I bet the.. rebuildy bit, ... I bet you'll be able to put shit together."

FO: "--Huh, I bet Muralist would like."

FO: Vague gestures.

CO: "... Honestly, you're probably right. I should talk to him about it. ... And maybe Arlequin, he'd have pretty decent advice. .... Wonder if we can make it more defensible against exactly this sorta shit...."

CO: Everything is so burned. He rubs his fuckened arm.

FO: "Probably -- I bet Juryrigg'd be into makin the scariest best-defended sort a sanctuary anybody ever had,"

FO: Velius trailed along after Ringleader, watching the path ahead and occasionally glancing up to him.

CO: ".... We could have figured out a way to defend ourselves, I think.... If we weren't so convinced psionics wouldn't dare, that they were lesser...."

FO: "An if you could mush em together without pissin eachother off, Arlequin has a Zahhak too, an he'd probably enjoy any project you throw at him."

CO: "You think they'd be likely to piss eachother off?" He looks over.

FO: Velius looked up at Ringleader for a second.

FO: "... Imagine putting Juryrigg in the same room as himself from four hundred sweeps before he spent four hundred sweeps surrounded by clowns."

CO: "Fuckin hilarious, let's do it."

FO: "Right?" Velius had a wide grin.

CO: He grins right back at him.

TA: Hey, whoah, that hallway. That's sure a hallway.

FO: ! Velius was distracted again, peeking down the hall as if he was chasing something.

CO: ... He chirps. "... You aight, brother?" It's sure taken him exactly this long to Notice that Vel is distracted.

FO: "...Sorry, the bathroom's callin." Because phrasing it that way is apparently how he's decided to do this.

FO: "Or somethin. There's a thing, today's shiny. I don't know why."

CO: "... That why you wanted to come along?" He feels weird for feeling bad about that, they just had a conversation about manipulation.

FO: "I didn't know why you wanted to come, but I knew there was somethin here, and it's loud." He looked up at Ringleader apologetically.

CO: "Mostly cuz I'm a masochistic old man with a need to revisit my mistakes, apparently, but your thing's probably better."

FO: "Wanna do this thing then come back to the sad?"

FO: "Or other way around?"

FO: "..if we can."

CO: Snort. "I can multitask, if it comes down to it. Let's go see your thing."

FO: Velius chirped brightly, and sped off like a shot. Hallway!!

CO: Holy fucking shit. Apparently he's chasing after Vel at High Speeds.

TA: Wow. Yes. Hallway.

FO: Hallway!!

FO: More, hallway?

FO: .... Slowing down, look of consternation.

TA: Hey Door.

FO: --!! Door!

TA: That's a Door. That sure is.

FO: Hi door, new friend! Open door.

TA: ...Bathroom!

CO: He screeches to a stop, just a step or two past Vel, and backs up.

FO: "--Fuck your bathroom!"

TA: This one is Burned.

CO: .... Yep, that's.... sure one of the communal bathrooms.

FO: "I fucking hate you!" he shouts, at the bathroom, as if it was its fault.

CO: ".... What about my bathroom is fuckable?"

TA: Hey, tug. Look. Mirror. Remember me. Hi.

FO: Velius crossed his arms and stormed in, huffing.

CO: He'll follow, looking at Vel in amused bafflement.

FO: "It's fuckin, ..."

FO: "It's makin fun a me?" He asked, as if not certain.

TA: ...Noise? Soft sad noises that have abruptly stopped?

FO: ...ch...chirp?

FO: Fins spread a bit.. ...he slowly looked around, as if searching for something.

CO: .... His earfins do a slow twitch, and he looks towards the sound with a slow crane of his head.

TA: Mirror. Soft sniffle.

FO: ...slow sneaking over to mirror to peek.

CO: .... He goes to look at the mirror.

TA: ...Oh. Hey, that's. The Enforcer. Curled up in a miserable, terrified, sooty ball against the corner of the mirror's version of the burned wall, over by the door. He looks up and fucking freezes.

FO: "...shitterghost?" Velius whispered reverently.

CO: His eyes dilate, and he glares at the view of the Enforcer. ... But he can't take it too seriously when Vel is busy being Vel next to him, and he lets out an almost reluctant snort at his word. ... Knock on the mirror.

TA: Scrios shrinks away. He's seen the headlines, vaguely. Reversed. The Grand had returned, and had overthrown things, but... He's here.

FO: There was a very colorful painted face peeking just barely into view over what was left of the sink. ..Chirp?

FO: ..He peeked slightly more into view, and chirped again. "--Are you lost?"

TA: The voice is muffled, but he can just about hear it... He nodded. That was... One of the multiversal visitors. Right? He thinks.

TA: ...He's very lost. He clears his throat, and the muffled and croaky voice comes through. "very lo2t."

CO: "I'd fuckin say so," he says, still scowling. "Unless you meant to wind up in the place you destroyed."

TA: He flinches rather bodily. Turns his face away. The tear tracks cut through the soot of the burned church.

CO: What a coincidence, they both have tear tracks. His almost look like smeared coal.

CO: "...What are you doin here?"

TA: "i don't know. there wa2 light."

FO: Fins adjusted. Velius was absolutely captivated by the two.

CO: He tilts his head. And pulls a skull out of his dex. That sure is The Psionic's skull, alright, with half carved horns.

CO: And... More importantly, a slight damage to the browbone, to the cheekbone, to his jaw.

TA: ...Back more into the corner. He looks terrified. In a way that the other one had never quite been.

CO: "Cmere."

TA: ...Is this his fate? He doesn't know. He slowly stands, moves toward the mirror. Possibly phasing through Ringleader's own reflection, because where he was it didn't exist.

TA: He's trembling, but he tries hard to stand straight. His eyes are glowing.

CO: Wow, that's really weird. He takes a step back, just to make sure that Psii isn't still... In Him.

TA: His reflection moves back. Psii does not.

FO: Velius's fins adjusted, but he kept watching from waist level, eyes wide. He was too interested to liveblog. He'd be kicking himself about that later.

FO: ...He took a few pictures though. Quietly. And turned on a video record. Computer glasses were awesome.

CO: .... He looks between the skull and the troll in front of him. Leans past Psii to look at his own reflection. ... It sure is... Still reflected, still opposite. Look at the Skull. It's.... Definitely opposite.

CO: ".... What side are your scars on," he vaguely murmurs at the mirror.

TA: He keeps side-eyeing the skull. That was his reflection's. It had to be. It's absolutely fucking strange, and terrifying, and he reaches for his jaw unconsciously to rub gentle fingers over the two scars just underneath it.

TA: ...On the left.

CO: "... Why do you feel more right than he does..." The skull disappears.

TA: "h-he pulled me in and... took my place." Thank fuck the skull was gone.

FO: Velius chirped very softly.

FO: "When?"

TA: "i don't know, a while? time is... hard."

CO: "What's the last thing you remember doin?"

FO: Fins adjusted with interest.

TA: "waking up, my no2e wa2 bleeding, i took a 2hower... got out, wiped off the mirror and ju2t... wanted to touch it."

TA: "...he pulled me in, and i wa2 2tuck... then there wa2 2haking."

CO: "..." His ears flick. He should leave him in there. Shouldn't he?

FO: "...so, you obviously missed the rebellion."

CO: ..... He was just talking about what he wanted the Empress to be...

CO: He tries to poke at the mirror with his mind, eyes glowing soft purple.

TA: ...His ears fell a little. He looks a little scared again. "...ive. 2een the headline2, a little. i looked out a 2hop window for a bit..."

TA: There sure is a Wall in front of the mind inside the mirror. Though Psii flinches again away from the purple in Ringleader's eyes.

FO: "Do you remember burnin a carnival?"

TA: "no, no i didn't, i'd never... i... not anymore." He feels like curling up again.

CO: ".... Vel, can you get in?" He doesn't trust him.

FO: .. Velius opened his mind enough to Look at the mirror, with all of his senses. And into it, just enough.

TA: Wow, fuck, that sure is Shiny as shit. The same wall exists, but there is definitely a scared, repentant Mind behind it.

FO: "He's thinky," Velius said, which was hopefully enough. He asked the Enforcer another question, this time watching his responses in more ways. "D'you remember goin after the castle servants again?"

TA: "i... no. i was expecting more 2hipment2 from grand. i wa2 going to change thing2, i had the council on my 2ide..." The tears are threatening to fall again.

FO: Velius let one hand make a thumbs up, out of the mirror's view.

CO: He stares at Enforcer still, eyes flicking to the thumb only for a moment. "Well, isn't this interesting..."

CO: His eyes stopped glowing at 'He's thinky', which is probably for the best.

FO: "I can't think of any other stuff to ask."

FO: "About Time."

TA: He glances away, hands wrapping around his ribs gently. Holding himself together. These were the first people who'd talked to him, besides the child who had screamed.

FO: "...Oh. Hi, I'm Terrible. I've been avoidin talkin to you for a while. I figure you know him though."

TA: "...ye2."

FO: "Your descendant's a good kid, and they are all fine."

CO: He bows at the waist, a grand, sweeping thing--scrape, abrupt collapse. Ow fuck horns.

TA: "oh thank fu-" He... Looks at Ringleader for a moment. The thin trace of a smile plays across his lips. Fucking clowns...

FO: Velius gave Enforcer a scoldiing look, and a quick silent 'sh', before bending to help Ringleader a moment.

CO: He clutches at his head for a second, groaning softly. Ow. Ow ow he doesn't deserve this.

TA: He just nods, and the smile drops. Because. Well, he realizes that it's his fault. As per fucking usual.

FO: "...dude, high ceilins. work on that."

CO: There's a small set of twin gouges in the sooty wall.

FO: ..Pat pat RL.

CO: "I don't wanna step three fuckin feet away to bend over," he whines.

FO: "Well, you gotta, or you're gonna donk your noggin,"

CO: Another whine.

FO: "Coulda stayed streamlined," he passed a hand over his own head, "--but noo.."

CO: "I wanted em," he huffs, trying to rub the tip of a horn. Is it chipped? Is he good?

CO: ... o... okay, he's good. He might want wicked to look at em, but....

FO: Pat pat.

FO: ..he looked back to Enforcer.

TA: He watches. Silent and still moderately scared. "...i'm 2orry."

FO: ...Fin raise?

CO: Ew. Gross. Don't apologize, that means he has to feel bad.

CO: Oh wait, he doesn't have to feel bad, he can Choose! Fuck that.

CO: He stands up, slowly.

TA: Wow Ringleader is too fucking tall. Little shrink, submissive ears and posture.

FO: "..You remember the independance day fireworks?"

TA: "ye2."

CO: .... Slow grin.

FO: "...that gives a window at least."

CO: "The nose bleeds sound like the week everythin happened, before, brother."

TA: "i... my blog, i po2ted. i wa2 talking to murali2t."

CO: "... The next shipment sounds like... the night before."

FO: "oh, shit! yeah! When she was gettin shouty!"

CO: "Yeeeep."

TA: "...he left, and came back. and then the ca2tle 2hook, and he left again."

FO: "Dualscar crashed a boat into it,"

TA: Muttermutter something something fucking pirates.

FO: "It didn't like that so much."

CO: "And then I fought you." He waves with his newly fuckened arm.

TA: "...not me."

FO: Velius looked up at Ringleader.

FO: "..There's two,"

FO: "... You gave up one, but there's two."

TA: ...Gave up? Confusion and fear. What does that mean?

CO: His expression abruptly sharpens.

CO: He Wants.

CO: .... He reaches out to touch the mirror, trying to see if he can get through it at all.

TA: ...Not quite, though Psii puts his hand against the mirror on the other side. The warmth is just... Just perceptible.

FO: Velius looked to Enforcer. "..He had this whole plan, but they argued about it. The ocean wanted you dead an he had to give you up so it could do that. ...but that one's dead now, an they only bargained for one."

FO: "...A lota dudes don't like you."

TA: "...a lot of people have rea2on not to like me."

CO: .... He presses his hand flat against the mirror.

CO: Let him in.... :o(

FO: "Do you get visions and headaches in there?"

TA: "ju2t dream2. memorie2."

FO: Velius's gaze slowly strayed from Enforcer, up the mirror itself, as he started searching its pattern... There had to be some kind of clue, some sort of catch or release, some part of it that was Shinier than the rest...

CO: "Of what?"

TA: Rl is so close, he can feel the warm of Enforcer's hand pressing flat on the other side. "of thing2 ive done. wrong2 ive committed."

TA: "...im 2orry. not ju2t for the horn2. not ju2t for you. for everything."

TA: "i was wrong."

CO: "You don't think a 'sorry' is gonna fix everythin, do you?"

CO: He's trying not to relate to this.

FO: ..Nothing felt shinier. Everything was just right, exactly how it was supposed to be, and Velius sat and absorbed the quiet for a moment.

TA: The mirror is Thinner, when he says his apology. Like a dent in a soap bubble. "no. it wont. i will never, ever rever2e the wrong2 ive committed."

CO: He rolls his eyes. .... But presses a little. Come on. Just a little more. "What a fuckin cop out that is."

FO: Velius's fins spread, and he started holding his breath, coverng his mouth.

FO: ..he stepped just barely out of the way.

TA: "...no. it2 not. i was w-wrong, i hurt 2o many people, and i betrayed my b-be2t friend, and..." There's the tears again. Thinner and thinner, more like plastic wrap now, visibly caving inward. "people 2hould hate me..."

CO: "It is a goddamn copout. You don't go 'oh, i can't ever fix it', you fuckin try."

CO: He actually snaps at the figure in the mirror. But his fingers start scratching at the mirror now, let him in let him in let him in.

FO: Velius held his breath, and watched, enchanted -- and getting ready to immobilize a giant scary Captor with mind powers just in case that became a thing he suddenly needed to do.

TA: Psii cowers, but his hand wraps around Ringleader's. "...im 2cared i'll never be able to fix what ive done wrong."

TA: And the Mirror dissolves under Aeshma's hand.

CO: Yank.

CO: Get out here, motherfucker.

TA: Tumble.

TA: That was definitely super graceful.

CO: He catches the Captor, and then adjusts his grip to hold him close. No escape.

CO: Yank his lower half out of the mirror as well, over a sink. Very graceful.

TA: Over the broken sink, scratching his stomach and legs up in the process. But the first Real Touch he's had in a while, and he just fucking breaks down. He doesn't care that this is the Grand, for a minute. All he can do is cling to the coolness and sob.

CO: ..... W... well. That's... Not what he expected. He looks at Vel helplessly over Enforcer's head.

FO: Velius looked back at him, then gave a thumbs up and drew a fingertip down his cheek from his eye.

FO: "...Now you got the least likely cry buddy."

FO: ..Velius signed, { Let's get him contained. }

CO: He makes a dubious face, looking down at the psionic. ... But nods, after a second. He still... Has the cuff he stuck on the Other One. Click.

TA: He suddenly stiffens. Tries to spark up only to meet resistance. And now he's going to struggle, clawing at the arms holding him. How could he have fucking forgotten that this was the Grand?

CO: He grabs at wrists as quickly as he can, rumbling softly.

CO: "Hey, motherfucker, calm your ass."

FO: "...You're probably gonna be fine, dude," Velius interjected carefully.

TA: The look he gives Aesh is one of sheer, unbridled terror. He calms, but only enough so his wrists stop jerking in the highblood's grip.

CO: .... He revels in it for a moment, before sighing. He'll stick the hands by Psii's side. "If you're sorry, chill out. I'm not gonna torture you to death."

TA: He doesn't relax, but he does hold still. "...youd have every right. the people would 2upport you."

CO: He rolls his eyes. "I know, but then I'd be bein lame."

FO: Velius chirped softly, fins rising again.

CO: Sometimes, Vel's influence is obvious.

TA: "...w-where will you take me?" Somewhere not dark. Please.

CO: .... He rubs his face with one hand, letting Psii have exactly one. "Fuck, I dunno. Now I gotta make sure you won't be assassinated..."

CO: Mutter something about the sea.

TA: The hand stays where its left, but his claws twitch for a moment. "...that2 a di2tinct po22ibility.."

TA: Yeah he's really trying to keep the waver out of his voice.

FO: "...out a universe ...?"

FO: "..Until long term stuff with uh. Trust dudes. Can kinda.."

CO: "... What i'm thinkin, yeah."

TA: He flinches, a bit. "...no one out there like2 me either."

FO: "..Um hey, maybe the one guy from the one chat," How is anyone supposed to know you mean Maoltu.

CO: "What if you and wicked gained a hive mate for like a day or two..." What a fucking terrible idea that is.

CO: "....... Cave?"

FO: "... We could keep him safe pretty easy while you talked folks through the idea."

CO: "Yeah. Knowin Tarrat, he's got everythin prepped, if that's what we're gonna do."

FO: "... That sounds like him," Velius reluctantly admitted.

TA: "no cave2, plea2e."

CO: ".... Think I just might need Wicked a bit anyway."

CO: He puts a hand on Psii's face.

TA: Hard flinch.

CO: Hush, adults are talking.

FO: Velius looked to Psii, fins adjusting. He sounded more sympathetic. "... We don' live near any caves, an outta universe dudes aren't as stabby as you'd think."

CO: Some of them are.

FO: Some of them are.

TA: "...nowhere dark. plea2e." Lean away from the hand, don't. Do that.

CO: ..... He sighs softly. "We're not stickin you any place terrible, for fucks sake."

TA: He doesn't understand why they wouldn't.

FO: "No dark," Velius promised.

TA: Psii nods at Vel, and gently tries to get his other hand out of the Grand's grip.

CO: What an interesting fear that he totally doesn't want to exploit.........

CO: Nope, that is his arm.

TA: A very, very soft and scared whine.

CO: It doesn't hurt. But it's sure not going to be removed.

TA: His free arm wraps around his ribs again.

CO: ".... i'm torn between you tellin wicked and me tellin wicked."

CO: .... He pulls out his phone.

FO: "Can I tell the internet?"

FO: "Because ladyface is already workin on that."

CO: "Uh.... I'm. Not sure about Dual, yet. Let's get a place for him first."

FO: "Okay."

FO: Velius looked back at Ringleader for a solid second and a half before getting bored, and looking to Enforcer again.

FO: "You were kind of a huge asshole, but you're sorry and I have the attention span of a gnat, so I'm gonna make sure you stay okay for the immediate future. Because basements are ass and I hate them."

FO: He offered his hand to shake.

CO: Psii has one hand to shake with and the other is trapped.

TA: ...Psii reached out his hand, and took Vel's gently for a little shake. It retreated quickly. "i am finding it a bit hard to believe, but. I d-don't have much 2ay in the matter."

FO: "Life's like that sometimes. Can't help it much."

TA: He tried to nod, but mostly just trembled. ...Tug his hand. :(

CO: Squeeze it a little bit, "This is mine."

FO: "... Are you hungry?"

CO: Just... Staring at his phone.

TA: "...i hadn't thought about it, but ye2. and thir2ty."

FO: Velius uncaptchalogued a plastic water bottle, took off the lid, and offered the soft container to Enforcer. "Don't be a dick."

FO: He had a weirdly piercing gaze, blankly staring up at him.

TA: ...He reaches, and takes it, and starts eagerly swallowing water.

FO: Velius gave a thumbs up, mainaining direct eye contact.

TA: Fucking fuck that's creepy.

TA: He drains almost the whole bottle, and splashes the last of it on his face and rubs away some of the soot.

FO: A pre-wrapped sandwich apeared in Velius's hands, and he unwrapped it, then offered it up next.

TA: He takes it, offering back the empty bottle. And then shoves food in his mouth with a soft sound.

TA: ...His reflection is sorta... Fading slowly into view.

FO: Velius took the bottle back, and disappeared it into thin air.

TA: Its horns are carved, and there's a lot of yellow blood soaking the back of its shirt. And there's horrifying bruises around its neck.

CO: .... Hot. He shoves his phone in his hammerspace. "Wicked's chill with it."

FO: ..Velius spared a glance for the mirror. ...Hhhhuh, that's gotta feel shitty.

TA: Psii has not noticed yet. The reflection is pale as shit though. He finishes the sandwich fucking fast, and his hand wraps around himself again.

CO: ... Sucks to suck.

FO: "..We'll get you settled dude." Velius had some Concerns about Enforcer's health, but he could wait for that until after Ringleader had left them semi alone.

FO: Velius looked up to Ringleader. "...Time to go? I could get a pad,"

TA: "where to? with you, terrible?"

CO: "... Yeah, please do. Wicked sent me coordinates."

FO: "Yeah, with me," Velius promised. A moment later, a transport pad appeared nearby.

FO: "You comin with, or you gonna find a dude first?"

CO: "i'm gonna... ... Come with. For just a bit. I wanna see everythin."

TA: A soft fearful whine. It's still very hard to tell himself he's not going to a torture basement.

FO: Velius chirped affirmation, and stepped onto the pad. It probably wouldn't hurt to have someone more than a fraction of Enforcer's size along to help ensure he went into where he needed to be.

CO: Poke at the thing to put in the coordinates, and then he steps on too.

TA: He's being dragged right along.

FO: And they disappear into thin air.

[geek-gem]

Dead Space And Isaac Clarke

Kind of difficult to think of a title that fits. But just saying wanted to make this after OK KO was done yet was on laptop for a bit not much it's 4:09 pm

Basically what I wanted to talk about a few days ago. I had found out Visceral Games the developer who made the original Dead Space trilogy was shut down. That night or something I had watched some videos and honestly saddened. That I even talked to myself about just my thoughts.

I have mentioned Dead Space before just as my earlier text post today in the morning about some aliens and shit. But I wanna get to this.

I've been wanting to make this and now I have the feeling to make it something interesting. Also spoilers for the Dead Space series just in case.

Seriously I really liked the Dead Space mainly the trilogy never played the other games or seen the animated films. Yet I seriously liked the series. Including the 2nd game. But also the character of Isaac Clarke himself.

Seriously Isaac Clarke was a bad ass mother fucker. I honestly liked it that they developed his character for the first sequel. Including when I was in the shower an hour ago or something. I thought about why I seemed to like the character very much. He's a character that's always stuck in my mind.

Including in a weird way I wanna mention I don't know if I should say Dead Space 2 is a masterpiece. I shouldn't but it's because it's the only game I've completed while I watched the endings of the 1st and 3rd games. Yet got far in them a bit I guess for the first. Seriously I was young a bit. Including I kept replaying Dead Space 2 because it had a new game option where I can have all my equipment I had and I loved that. Along with I honestly loved the story and Isaac in that game.

I thought of possibly the reason why I honestly like Isaac a lot. Including why he's stuck as one of my favorites. Is because despite the series being set in the 26th century in a scifi setting he is seriously a normal guy a engineer who got caught up in shit with the nercomorphs. In a weird way I've kind of compared him to something similar like the protagonist's of the Silent Hill games. Where Resident Evil that series the characters are mostly trained for any sort of situation. Yet that doesn't mean Chris Redfield, Leon Kennedy, and others aren't bad characters. But compared to the likes of Harry Mason from the first Silent Hill game and James Sunderland from Silent Hill 2 had to check Youtube for his last name and again right now in case. But those guys were normal people. Including Silent Hill 2 from what I've know and see is a more personal story compared to Harry while it's another story but also looking for his daughter Cherry.

It's a weird comparison but it's something I feel is like that with Isaac. But this time in a science fiction setting. Including Dead Space 2 is where their was the story about the Sprawl but also Isaac's personal struggle.

Including what amazes me and I can't believe I'm still stunned by this discovery very long ago. Remembering reading a YouTube comment surprised and went to the wiki revealing Isaac was 49 years old during the events of Dead Space 2 and 3 because 3 takes a few months after 2. Meaning he's almost 50 when in the first and second I thought he was in his 30's or 40's not mid to late 40's.

While I'm not surprised by Bill from Left 4 Dead who's age is unknown and some of the Overwatch characters. I think I'm so surprised and enlightened by the character of Isaac of how much shit he goes through. While having some narly suits okay a friend sent a photo but the guy is seriously a normal person. Including someone who's not trained for combat. Something similar to the characters of the first Alien and other stuff. Because people compare Alien and Dead Space.

Also seriously the voice of Gunner Wright is amazing and him voicing but also being the model for the character. That I was looking up some videos while waiting for the OK KO such as this sounds video of him from Dead Space 2 just mainly screaming, groaning, and breathing.

Funny thing I said this when I was in room said I'm 49 fucken years old trying to be Isaac yet he never says that. But it does relate to just....I just love it when he swears or just... seriously. Including my favorite line from the series and kind of want this as a meme it's from the ending of Dead Space 2.

"FUCK YOU AND FUCK YOUR MARKER!" seriously I love that line Including all the shit leading up to that.

Seriously some people don't seem to like that Isaac got a personality but I'm sorry or not I fucking loved it that the 2nd game went that direction.

Also let's talk about the games themselves the games are awesome. They have awesome gameplay and honestly scary at times. Including the Nercomorphs these brutal undead mother fuckers that do scare me and are just awesome. Along with how gruesome they are and tough. Including the whole dismemberment of arms and legs. Really I feel Dead Space 2 takes the cake as the most fucked up in the series. It's been a while since I've played the first and the third is a different story.

I wanna talk about the shutting down of Visceral Games and that I even thought about and concerned of me buying another EA game. You've heard their terrible. Along with I remember the last EA game I bought was Titanfall 2 got that for Christmas of last year i think. It's a game I really enjoy but been a long while since I've played it. Including fans talking about the possibility of getting a new publisher please.

Also about Dead Space 3 I'm okay with it. Yet yeah I feel the action direction basically people talked about this and it's maybe similar to that of Resident Evil and how it went down that route.

Seriously I liked the addition of John Carver the other character you could play as. A soldier compared to Isaac who is a engineer. I didn't play the co op because I do not wanna get an EA account. Just okay looked twice tv on yet I wanna say I have seen his cutscenes. I seriously felt like and talked to someone who's on Deviantart and on here haven't followed them. We both agreed and I would of personally liked it if John's personal missions where he's basically kind of going through well yeah the same thing as Isaac in the first two games. Including that it mainly stays to the horror side of things.

But seriously their was some stuff I was bothered by with certain directions they went with. Including that story DLC Awakened while nice but this stupid cliffhanger.

Yet will say would of liked it if you could played as John Carver in single player at times instead of... honestly this co op it's a nice idea just....the action direction and just this one video s gaming Jim Sterling I looked on YouTube. Found this video too this is where I found out about the information but just at the part where they talk about Visceral Games shutting down. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=HJ4eie-e2hc

Including that guys video I mentioned was the 2nd video I watched.

Really I wasn't all that sad at first but then even thinking about it more. Okay I was sad at first. But then I got to think about it more and it just sucks. Basically a video game franchise I liked and respected. Including a video game character I loved I said is now dead in a way.

Including I think yeah I wanted a Dead Space 4 but seriously even a HD Remaster of the first three games because I love those games and I honestly live for remasters because it's difficult to let go of certain games unless you have the system for it. Just yawned yet not everyone wants to do that.

Even today I thought of can we give Dead Space to a new developer or just reboot Dead Space and give it to a new developer.

Yet honestly realistically that's not gonna happen. Including Dead Space is one of EA's games as Visceral Games was built up with EA. But seriously I'm sure I don't want another EA related game again because I don't wanna give them money.

Really it's sad seeing a series like Dead Space go. A series I honestly liked and would of loved to see more games. Including again me liking the character of Isaac Clarke.

Basically during my time before I wanted to try to make this like I mentioned. But also looked on Wikipedia a bit of Dead Space not Visceral Games. Yet I also watched that funny yet nice Random Encounters musical of Dead Space and honestly would love a 2nd part.

Including decided to listen to it's called award winner a the music playing for the Remembering SpongeBob from well SpongeBob SquarePants. Just thinking of Isaac Clarke mainly. Honestly something like that surprised more people haven't used that as a joke but also a nice thing to remembering something you liked a lot dearly. It should be a meme in a way. So without further a do.

Remembering Dead Space and Isaac Clarke.

*gonna find music https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=p6DKzNRdwyI now gifs oh God it's playing the song*

After the 7th wanted to type but wanted to put more. Yet wanted to say for that part I put there 3rd gif by mistake. Including I even said to myself after I found out the news.

That Isaac Clarke in PlayStation All Stars Battle Royale was honestly awesome and I guess beautiful I'm thinking now. Because I'm a fan of the series and the character. Including it was my first DLC I ever downloaded on my old PS3 when I joined PlayStation Network. Now I can't play my old PS3 and can't get Isaac or any of the other dlc characters. Seriously no complete or ultimate edition definitive edition I wanted to say and spell right before ultimate. Also the music rarely plays like that and tried it again but couldn't lol. Now got tags down wanted to share this lol just wanted to talk just okay to smile. Yet sad but just breathe I wanted to talk about this oh stomach a bit my thoughts on this I'm stalling now 13 just 5:13 typing too fast and smiled a bit even now

[theincorrigiblemagpie]

Rishton Ka Chakravyuh (Episodes 65, 66) - Can we calm down with the Bollywood music?

October 23 & 24, 2017

Listen, all I want to do is keep up with my daily dose of Anami and Satarupa. IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR.

Anyway, we’re doing 2 episodes together, cos whattodo about my asli dunya.

Right off the bat, fucken Harry, nincompoop cousin of the nincompoop Avdhoot, shows his kameenapan by grabbing Poonam with 2 of Avdhoot’s lame friends and trying to rape her in a billiards room.

Hereon, if there was ANY doubt about how they’re subverting (admittedly hamhandedly but I’ll take it) the traditional hero-heroine roles in a desi soap, may they be forever laid to rest.

Anami A) finds Poonam’s bracelet that she’d given her on the floor outside the billiard room.

B) bursts into the room in silent, shaking rage and a teary Poonam runs to her and hugs her for comfort.

C) after the two chelas run away, knowing what’s good for them, thrashes Harry within an inch of his life.

D) grabs a reluctant Poonam’s hand and drags them in front of everyone and makes Harry apologise to Poonam.

(LMAO that girl in blue at the back is the same Mean Girl who’d picked on Anami on her first day of college and later claimed to have befriended her. Good to see we invite friends and not complete randos.)

Ofc Kamini plays the typical upper caste/class bitchy slut-shaming aunty and humiliates Poonam and tries to blame it on her. Anami tries to talk sense into her but Kamini threatens to blow it out of proportion. And THEN.

Everyone’s Godmother Satarupa steps in. She gives Kamini false hope by saying, yes, it was Poonam’s fault.

And then finishes the sentence with “it was her fault ki Poonam didn’t give him a tight slap the very first time Harry tried to molest her and that she didn’t do what Anami did.” (Which is a very problematic thing to say, but very dramatically effective.)

Man, she put the fear of GOD in Harry by stalking toward him. Matlab, I could momentarily SEE a genetic resemblance between Narayani Shastri and Mahima Makwana, I tell you. What powerhouses.

She finished the whole scene by telling Kamini that she should thank her lucky stars Anami found Harry and not Satarupa herself because...

She literally leaves off there and we must infer that Kamini knows about Satarupa’s tendency to quietly get people who sneeze wrong bumped off.

Ofc Pujan tries to smooth things over while Kamini leaves with Harry. Ngl Kamini is a real babe and deserves better than to be married to this useless scheming Pujan and have a useless grown ass son and nephew. She shoulda gotten herself a sugar daddy instead.

Pujan promises deep vengeance (ofc because the Durga idol falling and breaking will be the ultimate apshakun and hence, revenge). Rolled my eyes so hard, they almost fell out of their sockets.

So, we have full band baaja and they’re bringing the idol in with shots that have come out of a white person’s wet dream of colourful, exotic Incredible India.

And OMG IT HAS A HALF OF A SECOND EXPRESSION ON ITS FACE. I mean the very pointless Baldev ofc.

Anami, our local Spiderman, notices a thorn stuck in one of the palanquin bearers feet amid all the chaos and bends to pick it out. Giving herself the perfect vantage point to also hear the loosened screw drop out and immediately dive under the palanquin to save the idol.

After a moment of panic, everyone is reassured as she emulates the Flavour of the Season, Baahubali.

No, seriously.

Like, people don’t even TRY to help this skinny SEVENTEEN YEAR OLD girl who has been FASTING all day to carry this massive idol that probably weighs more than her for the first 5 minutes. For show.

Then, we get Baldev grabbing one end and Satarupa grabbing the other end and Dadaji Vikram clearing the dropped embers in her path with his stick.

Not before he’s had time to process the whole thing and question his entire life and worldview, though.

How Hum Saath Saath Hai. If it was made by Ram Gopal Verma.

This is the face of a man who has messed up very badly all his life and only the tip of the iceberg has become visible to him and he suspects the presence of the Titanic wrecking monster below the surface.

Gayatri makes obvious statements about Anami being deviroop and being sent to protect Lal Mahal etc etc. Lady, I don’t think it’s quite going to pan out like that.

Anami places the idol in its spot and when the pandit wants her to start the pooja, Vikram is all “no, Avdhoot must do the puja.”

Once a chauvinist piece of trash, always a chauvinist piece of trash.

He does look shifty while saying it, though so Gayatri swoops in and tells him that this puja wouldn’t even be happening if not for Anami so he can stop being  a jackass. And also tells Pujan to shut it when he tries to intervene. With the happy result that Anami gets to do the puja. Which we’re made to suffer through with dramatic intercuts of Sudha wild-dancing with dhunuchi at her asylum all set to Jai Maa Kali from Karan Arjun.

I wish I was making this bit up.

Just going to leave these screencaps here because truly what cinematography but what jaatra-level writing, shyah.

(Note that Baldev has reverted to his usual stony glum-face. Like, why do they even pay an actor for his role.)

Dheeru makes a lone entry and skulks around. He joins the family conclave that forms after the puja where the adults talk about the future of Lal Mahal. Gayatri, Satarupa and Dheeru are all heavily and vocally pro-Anami and want Vikram to change his mind about Avdhoot. They use major puja metaphors to make their point. Pujan is stuck because he doesn’t want to be seen rooting for his son for selfish reasons while no one cares about what Baldev has to say (nothing), as usual. The man is an irritating cardboard cutout.

But THEN, I am reminded of why I fucken love this show and am still surprised by it when they tone it all the fuck down and VIKRAM makes the most logical point of all.

He points out that he’s willing to back down from all his prejudices and accept Anami as heir. But that will not change that Anami will not accept this family as her own. Royal Steel and Lal Mahal need stability which she will not provide because she has been uprooted from the only place she considers home (Benaras) and she will leave the moment she is legally able to. They need to accept that.

Yeah, Gayatri, even I hate it when chauvinist men make sorta vaguely legitimate points.

But then, Dheeru points out that he hasn’t given Anami that chance even. He’s sentenced her without allowing her the slightest room to prove herself.

AND THEN, Vikram finally relents because “Dheeru has never made a wrong decision for Royal Steel.” Whoa I think he’s referring even to the unexplained fall Dheeru took and went to jail for.

He says ki since Avdhoot has been given a chance to prove himself (LOL WHAT WHEN DID HE PROVE HIMSELF HE’S LITERALLY DONE THE EXACT OPPOSITE OF PROVING HIMSELF ALL THROUGH GODDAMN SAVARNA PATRIARCHS), Anami should also.

Vikram will personally test the two of them and judge based on their capability (sure) and not their gender and take it from there. I can’t explain how much all this talk of (fake) meritocracy and inheritance gives me intense michmichi.

But it does lead to this hilarious scene which explains exactly how the two main interested parents feel about this situation.

Satarupa is like “I’ve already fucking won this just give Anami the crown and don’t go through this farce.” And Pujan is like “GOD FUCK ME SIDEWAYS.”

Oh btw, while this intense conversation is happening, Adhiraj and Tanya have arrived and all the kids start dancing to Nagada Sang Dhol (INCLUDING ADHIRAJ which is EXACTLY as awkward as you imagine it is). Can’t even screencap, I’m telling you. Avdhoot is genuinely at least in lust with Tanya? (YUCK) Harry is giving him advice upar se! Matlab MEN ARE TRASH. He was beaten up not 4 hours ago for being an almost-rapist. I hope Adhiraj beats both Avdhoot and Harry up solid (I won’t even consider it police brutality). Where is Ila, man? Why is she missing the awkward fun?

Also, I was mistaken. Everyone is aware of everyone’s identities, it seems. There is no surprise at Adhiraj’s appearance and Avdhoot clearly knows Tanya is his sister so they know he’s Dheeru’s son? Dheeru also had figured out that the girl he met on the road is Anami of Lal Mahal. I dunno, I may have missed stuff when I tried to catch up on 40 episodes together. But then why were Pujan and Baldev treating Adhiraj as just a CBI officer when he brought Anami home after the chemistry lab accident? Surely they should’ve brought up his connection to Dheeru to taunt him better?

Possible continuity errors, methinks. ANyWay, tomorrow we have nutty Sudha’s desperate bid to force Anami’s hand and come to Lal Mahal by trying to commit fake suicide. Fun. Not. Honestly, Sudha and Baldev deserve each other and Satarupa needs an intense, powerful, interesting man who has some conflict of interest with her but is also drawn to her. And while we deserve decent women friendships, I also am teetering on shipping Anami and Poonam because that was some relationship-y symbolism in the beginning. 

Whatevs man, just give me Satarupa and Anami (and Gayatri) dealing sick burns to the men and I don’t care about anything else.

[lafortis]

God work has been kinda not good so far I focused lights a little slow and my coworker ended up having to finish cos guests were arriving And one of the hall owners called my boss bcus I was sitting on the floor not wearing my dress shirt while I was focusing lights And then he told me to stop playing with the levels when the DJ asked me to, and that he had already set them (which he hadn't), and never to touch them (which my coworker told me to ignore as soon as we start dancing but I just know the dudes still gonna b around for whatever reason and get pissed at me) But whatever it's my first time teching even vaguely on my own, I'm allowed to be not good at things my first time But also I'm quite tired and I'm not even four hours into a ten hour shift And this function is dumb and isn't serving dinner till like ten And I can't just go grab shit bcus that looks rude I need some mofucking coffeeeeeee Well guess I'm just destined to suffer tbh I'm not crossing any lines with that hall owner around my boss isn't exactly a critical thinking champion so if he gets two calls in one nights he's unlikely to consider the circumstances surrounding either he'll probably just be pissed at me I really don't have to do much but I do have to pay half attention at least until the dancing starts bcus I know for a fact I'll like sleepily miss the entrances or whatever and then Kms I also have a FUCKENING EXAM TUESDAY and work ALL WEEKEND and have made MULTIPLE SOCIAL COMMITMENTS ON BOTH DAYS in between shifts like an IDIOT so I'm unlikely to get much time to study at all until MONDAY unless I can get some in tonight but since hall owners on my ass i cant rly get distracted until dancing starts And as mentioned am tired and will have trouble focusing Idk I feel kinda shit rn Maybe just stress Also I committed to doing stuff tmo in between shifts but am also working 11:00-19:00 and 00:00-04:00 both Saturday and Sunday like usual so... I'm gonna be very poorly slept all weekend (even TN like 2:30-10:00 is not a good number) I just nervous rn tbh Like if I didn't have this deffered exam I wouldn't rly care but ugggh it's like The sum of all my work to not be suspended for a year and the deciding factor And I haven't even studied yet And like I think I like school but having all that weight on one exam fucking sucks And that's forcing my self-image of being super smart and a goodish student rapidly towards a clash with reality and having to actually work to maintain that And combined with the stress and tiredness rn and this weekend it just feels not worth it to try anymore than just an average studying session Monday you know But doing that will likely lead to me being suspended for a year and if that's the case idk if I'll ever go back to school Which makes me wanna cry but like it's true If I'm 22 going on 23 idk if I'll wanna redo freshman year for a however manyth time I just wanna sleep and cry rn Ok I'm gonna stop this post