#crazy I have multiple of these stupid custom tags

[onesidedradiostatic]

Your blog and other 3 who are in your circle are basically the only way I consume hellaverse content so I tend to forget Val and Killjoy's beef, the Lucifer commission saga, thw whole sweater debacle and any other sagas that happened here are NOT common knowledge

LMAOOOOOOO they should be because they're all canon to season 2. clearly.

[umbra-vulpes]

Alegraves’ Daily Life Headcanons Vol.3

*To celebrate our beloved Shadow Company Commander Phillip Graves is back in business, here are some more Alegraves' daily life headcanons, they are all based on my previous headcanons settings, to catch up, click the links below:

If you are all catch-up, let's go!

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•Graves have reading glasses, Alejandro finds that it is pretty sexy but still won’t hesitate to laugh at it.

•Graves loves fishing, he uses a lot of fishing terms and slang (like hook, line, and sinker), Rudy is his fishing buddy, while Alejandro tags along sometimes if he feels like it, although Alejandro is a bit short-tempered fishing. Graves also enjoys fishing alone, it clears up his mind.

•Alejandro teaches Graves how to dance in Mexican ways, which Graves finds super sexy, in return Graves teaches him how to dance in southern cowboy style, and Alejandro thinks it’s adorable.

•They have multiple inner jokes that only two of them know what is the meaning behind it. It is usually just some stupid phase or thing that they have seen or done together.

•When Alejandro is rambling in Spanish that Graves can’t follow, Graves will start to use difficult English words to respond back, Alejandro rolls his eyes at Graves every time but will slow down and repeat what he said for Graves.

•Graves knows how to play guitar back when he was 17 or 18 years old. Learned it just because it looks cool, girls like it and fit that American boy style. Can play a few songs or two. And his voice is actually pretty good for singing country songs.

•Both of them love to watch baseball, while Graves also loves to watch American football, and Alejandro loves soccer (that’s the real football! Said Alejandro). They are now crazy fans of it, just casual weekend watching with beer and snacks.

•Both remember each other orders from different restaurants they usually ordered from. They sometimes will bring each other food to the other one's workplace surprisingly.

•Graves is surprisingly good at technology for his age as his company always uses advanced and newest technology but he doesn’t like social media at all. He has a Facebook account but has never ever used it since the early 2010s, which has some old pictures from his marine days.

•They both love cowboy hats and boots, they have serval custom-made cowboy hats and boots at home. Graves even has a custom-made belt that has the Shadow company logo as the belt buckle.

•Both are Rodeo enthusiasts, Going to at least one big Rodeo every year is their tradition, Both have participle in some amateur bull riding competitions and had won some awards.

[hydrus]

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Hey, I did a hotfix to fix a stupid bug when moving from videos to images. If you got the release within twenty minutes of this post going live, get the updated v586a above!

I had a great week getting siblings and parents lookups running faster and finishing some long-planned Client API work. The update may take a minute this week!

full changelog

highlights

I am happy with the new siblings and parents dialogs, but unfortunately the fetch jobs were frequently running super slow on the PTR. This has been a long time problem in other sibling/parent places, and I could never really figure it out. This exposed the problem better and I simply put a bunch of time into the database sibling/parent storage structure and search code this week, and I think/hope I have fixed the worst of it. I also fixed the crazy-long lag spikes we were seeing, which was, unfortunately, just me being stupid last week. If you sync with the PTR (or not!) and have had slow sibling/parent lookups (including in places like the tag autocomplete results list), let me know how it goes!

If you have the media scanbar set to hide completely when the mouse is not over it, I think I fixed the issue where it would come up blank if the media was paused while the scanbar was hidden!

The options widgets that are an editable number with a checkbox beside saying 'no limit' are now initialised with a nicer default number when they start with 'no limit' checked. Previously, this stuff was all initialising to 1 every time, which wasn't always helpful if you actually wanted to go edit it. I'm pretty sure all the 'noneable' integer widgets in the options dialog now soft-initialise to the actual defaults those numbers are on a fresh client.

If you use multiple local file services, then when you middle-click a tag in the media viewer, the new search page now correctly retains the original file domain of the media viewer. Although I use multiple local file services myself on my IRL client, I do not browse around in them all that much, so let me know where else this sort of stuff defaults to 'all local files' or 'all my files'.

I have removed a hard limit that said 'don't run an import folder for more than an hour'. If you have a mega import folder with hundreds of thousands of files, let's see how it goes.

If you have done Client API or tag migration work and ended up with some bizarre tags that are both pending (+1) and petitioned (-1) to the same service, check the changelog this week!

client api

Thanks to a user, the Client API call that renders images can now output in jpeg and webp, can change the quality of the output, and will render to a target resolution!

I also think I finally finished off the first full version of 'multiple local file services' Client API support. You can now set a custom import destination for the 'add file' and 'add URL' commands, and you can now copy files from one local file service to another using a new 'migrate_files' call.

next week

I've been working on several things recently that can populate a multi-column list with a hundred thousand or more rows, and it has reminded me that my core list code relies on an old hack in it that makes initialising and sorting such big lists super laggy. I have researched how to improve it and hope to do so next week!

Unfortunately, I do feel myself going down with something, so it might be delayed.

[ijustwant2write]

Far Away-Finn Shelby x Reader

Requested by anonymous: 'Hii i love your imagines and i wanted to request one in which the reader is has a crush on finn but she feels useless because she is a foreigner from spain and doesn't have any talent or family so she kind of runs away and tommy comforts her♡'

Characters: Finn Shelby x Reader, Thomas Shelby x Reader (platonic), Arthur Shelby x Reader (platonic)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Racism, self doubt, swearing ,fluff

(A/N: I am White British, so I'm sorry if it isn't as detailed as you wanted it to be. I didn't want to write the wrong thing and/or offend anyone, but I hope it's still what you want)

Tags: @jenepleurepasbaby @amirahiddleston @bloodorangemoonlight

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"You're late (Y/N)." Mrs Laine tutted as I ran up to the stall, seeing that it was somewhat already set up.

I failed to catch me breath."I'm so sorry Mrs Laine! My mother-"

"I don't want to hear any excuses. Make sure the stall is in place, you know my back doesn't do so well under any weight."

I nodded, doing as she said straight away. Once I thought the stall was sturdy, I helped her arrange the flowers, noticing how my hands were shaking from the cold. The gloves I had on weren't thick enough, and my clothes were worn down. My parents would talk about the heat of Spain, how much colour there was everywhere; Birmingham seemed to be the exact opposite. As foreigners, my parents had found it hard to get jobs, even though England was supposed to promise them good employment. We were on the bare minimum, only just getting by, and my job on the florist stand didn't help much. But Mrs Laine was the only one who would take me on, and although she showed sympathy, she could be a scary woman.

"Heads up, your Peaky boy is headed this way." she said, turning back to the flowers.

Whipping around, I made sure my hair was neat, wrapping the coat together around me to hide the plain dress I had on. My hands weren't only shaking from the weather now.

"Fuck (Y/N), you look freezing." Finn exclaimed as he approached me.

"N-no, I'm fine, just a bit chilly." I replied, hiding my shivering.

"Thought I told you to get yourself a new coat last week?"

Although I was always extremely reluctant to take it from him, Finn always gave me a wad of cash, to help me and my family. I didn't know if his brothers were aware of this, and I was scared of what they would think. I didn't want to use Finn, I had no interest in his money, but after he insisted, and once that first bill was paid, I knew I couldn't refuse, for the sake of my family.

I cast my eyes down."Uh, we...we were behind on some payments."

He gave me a sympathetic smile, though it wasn't pitying me."Right," he dug into his pocket, taking out another roll of cash and putting it in my hand,"that's for your family again. And when you get off your lunch break, I'm taking you shopping."

"Finn, I can't let you do that."

"You've got no choice." he smirked, leaning in closer."By order of the Peaky fukcin' Blinders."

I felt stupid as I giggled. Finn just smiled, keeping eye contact with me as he left until he fully turned around, glancing over his shoulder one last time. Mrs Laine disrupted the flutters in my stomach.

"Be careful girl. He is a Shelby after all."

"Well, he's not bad to me."

"No, but he's done bad things."

I rolled my eyes as she turned away from me. If I had a pound for everytime someone said that to me, I would be the one giving Finn money.

Mrs Laine had almost fired me on the spot when Finn had shown up once. We had met before I got the job, I had only been in Small Heath for a week, having moved here from the rough housing we were in before. Finn was by himself, spotting me struggle to find my way to the market. No one would even look at me as I politely asked for help. People were horrible, judging who I was based on my looks. That's all we got as I grew up, and my parents reminiscing about beautiful Spain and the people didn't help. Why couldn't we have just stayed? Why did I have to be born in miserable England?

Finn wasn't afraid to come up to me, the cheeky grin appearing as he escorted me to the market, staying by my side and helping me barter with the sellers. I didn't miss the blatant flirting, and shamefully I flirted back. If my mother had seen me, I wouldn't be allowed out of the house for a week! We had seen each other a few times after that, but once I got my job, he would always walk to the betting shop through the market to see me.

"Am I alright to go for my break Mrs Laine?" I asked, smiling sweetly at her.

She stared at me for a few seconds, loudly sighing before waving her hand at me."Go on then. But (Y/N)?"

"Yes?"

"Don't be getting pregnant anytime soon. Got a lot of customers that come here just to see you."

"To see me?"

"Well, do you see any other Spanish beauties around here? It's not just the flowers that are exotic."

"Oh..."

"Well what did you think I was going to say?"

"I don't know...something about me being charming, or just plain friendly."

"I don't mean no harm by it (Y/N). But surely you knew? Plus, Small Heath is a harsh place, might as well have the harsh truth, eh? Especially by someone you know and trust, and not someone off the street."

I was too shocked to retaliate, upset by her true thoughts about me. I thought she had taken a liking to me, even if it was out of pity, and wanted to do an act of good deed. But she was using me, attracting more customers and making me sweet talk them into buying fucking flowers.

"(Y/N), you ready to go?" Finn called as he walked towards me, though I was already rushing to him.

"Yeah."

"Woah, what's wrong?" he asked, stopping me in my tracks.

"Nothing, just some rude customers today."

Finn led me to his car, a brand new one he had just got, now that he was proving himself to his brothers in the betting shop (amongst the Peaky business). I said nothing, only nodding along to what Finn was saying, still focused on Mrs Laine's words as we climbed into the car.

"Hey," Finn snapped me out of my thoughts,"you sure you're alright?"

I hastily nodded my head."Yeah, you know what people are like. Some comments were particularly harsh today."

"Do you know who those people were? Do they need straightening out?"

"No! No, it's fine. I can deal with it."

His hand reached over to mine, squeezing if gently."I'm here if you need me, for anything."

I glanced down at his hand holding mine, those damn butterflies going crazy in my stomach. I felt like an idiot just nodding my head, almost whining when he removed his hand to start driving. The car ride had small talk here and there, but I couldn't help watch the people we passed. All those girls in their pretty dresses, the expensive fabric against their porcelain skin; blonde or brown hair in neat curls, bouncing on their rosy cheeks. And everytime I spotted girls like that, there was always a man or a group of them gawking, as if they were the most beautiful thing they had ever seen. If I were to walk down those streets, it would be an entirely different story; racist remarks, or slimy, low life men who wanted a piece of everything.

The people's clothes looked expensive, some carrying around multiple bags from various shops, the streets were cleaner, the buildings were bigger, and there were more cars. We were definitely out of Small Heath and in the rich part of town. Suddenly I began to feel nervous, knowing I would stand out in the crowd more than usual.

"You'll be fine (Y/N), I promise. If anyone stares at you for two long, they'll be dealing with me." Finn reasurred me as he found a place to park.

"I don't know Finn, there's a lot of...I just wished I had something nice to wear."

"That's why we're here. Come on, I'll even let you hold my hand the whole time."

As soon as we were out of the car, I gripped onto his hand, not missing the quiet chuckle from Finn. He guided us to the main square of shops, and I was in awe. The windows displayed delicate jewellery, the lights making them shine even brighter, and the clothing was elegantly sprawled on mannequins. I had never been to a place like this, and I had never even dreamt that I would.

Finn dragged me into mutliple shops, suggesting things that I would like and getting the shop assistants to help. For a while, I started to enjoy myself, shocked by how many things I looked good in. Finn was grinning the whole time, complimenting me every time I came out in a new dress. However, I didn't miss the looks I got from the women inside the shop, looking me up and down, not wanting me near any of the clothes or accessories.

As Finn spoke with a shop assistant about the sort of coat I was after, I idly walked around, admiring everything. I went to pick up a pair of red gloves, when someone else snatched them away. Looking up, a girl my age had them grasped in her hands, glaring at me. My eyebrows furrowed, confused at her behaviour.

"Excuse me," a worker said behind me,"we don't let shoppers touch the items."

"But that woman just took those gloves." I gestured to the woman who was now on the other side of the shop.

"I'm just informing you."

"Will you inform her?"

"Miss, please do not shout at me."

"I didn't. My voice is at the same level as yours."

"Is she harassing you?" the glove thief intervened, clearly still holding onto them.

"I'm not doing anything wrong." I tried to keep my voice down, I didn't want to give them an excuse to kick me out.

"She would have stolen those gloves if I hadn't got there in time!"

I glanced over to Finn, seeing that he was looking through the coats, not noticing the conflict going on. I could have screamed at those women, accusing them for discrimination against me, but I knew that would paint an even worse picture. Instead, I stormed out of the shop, running as soon as I got outside. I was crying as I ran, making it hard for me to breathe, but I kept going. However, a poor woman like me running through a wealthy neighbourhood was suspicious, and I soon had a policeman coming after me.

"Stop! What have you stolen?!" he shouted at me.

Why did these people think I was a criminal?! I had never done a bad thing in my life! Part of me thought to stop and explain myself, but I knew what would happen; he wouldn't believe me, and I would be taken away kicking and screaming. My legs were burning, lungs trying to gather every last bit of breath, until I crashed into someone, toppling onto the ground with them. I tried to scramble to my feet, but we were tangled, weighing each other down.

"Sorry gentlemen," the policeman said, hauling me onto my feet,"I'll get this scruff out of your way."

"Oi, I didn't ask you to do that."

I recognised the voice. As I came to my senses, I looked at the owner of the voice.

Thomas. Fucking. Shelby.

"You what?"

"She's with me." he blandly said, his brother Arthur looking confused beside him.

"She was running away-"

"Do you know who I am?"

The policeman huffed, shoving me towards Thomas. I stumbled, managing to not fall onto the leader of the Peaky Blinders. We watched as the policeman left, and now I didn't know what to do.

"Th-thank you Mr Shelby. Why did you do that?" my voice was quiet, as I was terrified of this man.

"Yeah Tom, why did you do that?" Arthur said pointedly.

"You're the girl I've seen Finn hanging round." Thomas said.

"Yes."

"I'm assuming he's the one that brought you here?"

"Yes."

"Can you say something other than the word yes?"

"Yes. I mean, sorry, yes, I can."

"Why were you running? And where is my little brother?"

"He's in one of the shops I ran out of. There were just these...these horrible women in there." I hung my head, now getting embarrassed.

"Let me guess, they were being racist towards ya'?" Arthur blatantly.

Thomas sighed at his brother."My brother was wrong for bringing you here. Not because you shouldn't be here, but he should have just fucking surprised you with some clothes. For some reason he loves to show off nowadays."

I didn't say anything back.

"And I know he's been giving you money."

My head snapped up, eyes wide."I swear I didn't ask for it! He always insists, and even when I don't take it, he sends it straight to my house-"

Thomas held up a hand, looking done with the conversation."I'm not angry about the money. It's been coming out of his own wages."

"He's been giving his money to me?"

"My little brother has fucked whores, used girls, he used to be obsessed with screwing around. But for some reason, you're different to him. Has he even kissed you yet?"

I shook my head.

"Then I'm glad he's spending money on the right person."

God, did this man ever smile?

"Thank you Mr Shelby."

"(Y/N)!" Finn's voice yelled out before he rounded a corner, spotting us. He looked relived when he spotted us, continuing to run.

"Finn, what the fuck do you think you're doing?" Thomas said, lighting a cigarette.

"Why did you run off?" Finn ignored him, directing his focus to me.

"The women, they were being awful to me. Accusing me of things I hadn't done." I explained.

"Oi!" Thomas grabbed Finn's face, making him look away from me, and at him."You, sort this out and leave. Don't cause her any further embarrassment, alright?"

He let go of Finn, nodding to me before walking away. Arthur pinched his cheeks in his hands, slapping them before following Thomas. Finn shoved him away, but instantly putting his attention back on me.

"You should have told me, I would have sorted it."

"I couldn't. They were ganging up on me, they were driving me out of the shop. I didn't want to embarrass you, you've got such a big name. And they were all probably thinking you had gone crazy for bringing me here in the first place."

"I don't give a fuck what they think. If I had noticed sooner, I would have threatened to fucking cut them."

"Oh, because that would have made the situation better."

"You know what I mean. I just can't stand when people are like that towards you. It doesn't make sense to me."

"I'm different Finn, I'm totally different from everyone around me. I look different, my accent is different, my parents struggle to speak the language...and nobody wants to accept that."

"I do. You're just (Y/N) to me. One of the most stunning, interesting and caring person I have ever met. You've never wanted to use me, when I give you money, there is genuine resilience in your eyes, but I know you take it to help your family instead of yourself. That's why I thought today would be nice. I could finally treat you to some nice things. Make you look even more beautiful."

"For fucks sake Finn, you're going to make me cry again."

"Those clothes you wanted are still in all the shops. Think it's time I paid for them."

"Thank you Finn." I leaned up, kissing his cheek, enjoying watching the blush on his cheeks.

I grabbed Finn's hand, rubbing my eyes before smiling at him. We started walking back towards the shops, and I felt more confident, though not because Finn was beside me; but because someone understood me. Even his brothers were nice to me, and that was the first time I met them. I didn't need a man to make me empowered or keep me safe, but the puppy love that was blossoming into something more serious gave me confidence, to really show others that I was worth something. They were all wrong about me, and I wasn't going to be quiet about it anymore.

[lailannajacobs]

Heart to a Gunfight - Chapter 11

Pairing: Bucky x fem!reader

Summary: You didn’t want to help Bucky Barnes make it through the party by pretending to be his fake girlfriend, after all, you had just met him. You also didn’t plan on the charade lasting as long as it did.

Warnings: Lots of fluff!! 

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Hi all! I know it’s been a bit for this series but I finally got some inspiration again for it, so I hope you enjoy! Would love to know what you think! 

Tuesday Night

You knocked back another shot, “Remind me again why the hell I agreed to this?”

“Because you’re too competitive for your own good and it takes nothing to goad you into something.”

Bucky paused, stared at the dart board and let another one fly. You cursed when it hit the double-twenty, your hand already moving toward your fifth shot of the night. Any hit worth over forty points meant the other person had to drink, and Bucky was deceptively good at darts.

The whiskey no longer burned on the way down and you slammed the shot glass back onto the table. It was a good thing that was his last throw.

“I’m pretty sure I only asked if you wanted to play darts. You wanted to turn it into a drinking game,” You pointed out, leaning back onto your elbows.

He flashed you a wicked grin, “And where would be the fun in that?”

“Well, I’m just glad we’re not playing strip darts,” You muttered, “Or else I’d have been completely naked two shots ago.”

His eyes darkened, raking over your body slowly as if he was trying to count the articles of clothes you’d have taken off. You shivered at the look, extending your hand so he’d give you the darts.

He placed them in your hand but held on for a second, pulling you in a little closer and whispered, “Unfortunately I don’t have a dart board in my apartment.”

You snatched them from his hand and narrowed your eyes at him, “Stop trying to get in my head, Solider. I’m going to make you drink your words.”

His lips only spread further.

Pushing past him, you focused on the board, hoping to match your words with your actions. The odds weren’t in your favour. He’d only taken two shots tonight and both of those times you’d been aiming elsewhere, luck being the only reason you’d hit anything good. There was no way you’d get three perfect shots to tie the game, but you were still hoping to get him to drink at least one. Squinting, you tried to get the board to come into focus. From this point forward, you were only drinking water.

You concentrated with everything you had, seeing nothing but the red dot in the centre of the colourful board. Drawing in a long breath, you paused at the top, about to let it go with your exhale when Bucky’s hand wrapped around your wrist, startling you so much you dropped the dart to the ground.

“Hey!” You turned to face him, but he didn’t let go, your hand held up between your two bodies, “What’s with the cheating?”

He tilted his head, motioning toward the board. An old man walked between you and the target, his head exactly where your shot would have been.

“So, I may have been a little too focused,” You amended.

He raised a brow.

“Okay, so a lot too focused.”

He picked up the dart and handed it over, silently challenging you to do your best.

“Here we go,” You rolled your shoulders, “I got this.”

“You almost killed an old man,” Bucky piped up from behind you.

“Shut up, Barnes.”

He laughed, the sound putting a smile on your face, “You know, I thought maybe your aim would’ve improved with the booze, but apparently not.”

“Your words of encouragement are so heartwarming,” You said, turning to face him with your hands on your hips.

“Just throw already.”

“Fine.”

You smiled when your first shot hit the board. It wasn’t worth more than five points but at least you had hit something.

“New deal, Speedy,” Bucky took a sip of his beer, “If the total of your three shots is over forty points then I’ll take a shot.”

You shook your head and sighed, “The fact that you’re drinking right now for the hell of it kinda takes the fun out of it. It’s just not the same.”

“Good point,” He chuckled, “How about this? If it’s over forty, I’ll take a ride with you in your car and I won’t say a damn thing about it.”

You grinned, “Now you’re making things interesting, Soldier.”

Your second shot was just as pathetic as the first one, giving you a total of ten points. Another thirty seemed near impossible, but you weren’t about to lose hope. Not when your car was on the line.

“Just so you know, I have your next shot right here,” Bucky taunted, waving the shot glass in the air.

You smiled sweetly, trying to ignore the shit-eating grin on his own face, “It’s all yours.”

Changing tactics, you decided to throw it without a care in the world. It wasn’t like you were hitting anything when you tried, so maybe doing the exact would pay off. You double checked to make sure there weren’t any old men with the bright idea of crossing the dart board, and when the coast was clear, you whipped it at the board.

The centre lit up red and you blinked in shock.

“That’s fifty points,” You murmured, not quite believing what had just happened. Then it sunk in and you whirled to find Bucky, “That’s fifty points!”

You jumped into his arms, slinging your own around his neck. His grip tightened around your waist, and he pulled you in close. All you could hear was the sound of his laughter in your ear, his breath tickling your shoulder as he tucked his head in to fit beside yours.

“I don’t care that I’ve lost so often I’m a little bit tipsy,” You giggled into his ear, “That’s fifty points and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

He pulled back without pulling away, his arms still strong around you.

“That shot was all you,” The corner of his mouth was quirked up slightly, those blue eyes bright, “And that shot is all mine.”

“Told you I’d do it.”

“I never doubted you for a second.”

You looked to the ground and forced yourself to take a step back, “Your turn to get tipsy.”

“Another round, Speedy?”

You scoffed, “Absolutely not. But there is a pool table over there”

Two Weeks Later

Your phone buzzed in your pocket, and you tried not to smile, knowing you couldn’t start smiling like an idiot while you were finishing the payment for the customer in front of you. The process seemed to take forever to go through, your phone burning a hole in your pocket.

Only when the customer was out of the shop did you pull it out, knowing exactly whose name you’d find there.

I don’t think you should let me choose movie night anymore. That’s two terrible ones in a row.

You smirked, pulling out your lunch, glad you were now on break.

Good to know you’ve finally seen the light.

Typing bubbles appeared instantly and you waited, a stupid little smile on your lips.

What should I be in charge of now? Bucky asked.

Pizza. You immediately replied. But make sure it’s from Anthony’s.

Because I want soggy pizza? I’m getting Louie’s.

You shook your head, even if he couldn’t see it. Fine but your taste in pizza better be better than your taste in movies.

As long as it’s better than your taste in cars ;)

Idiot, you thought, unable to wipe the smile off your face.

One Week Later

“See, that wasn’t so bad.”

“Says the owner of the crappy car.”

You pulled into the parking lot in front of Bucky’s apartment and turned off the engine, “You’re just being fussy, that’s all.”

“Fine,” He laughed, “I’ll admit it. The drive really wasn’t that bad.”

“And?” You asked, shooting him a pointed look as you waited for him to fulfill the rest of your deal.

“And you’re not a crazy lunatic driver.”

You smacked him on the arm, “That looked like it physically pained you to say.”

“It did,” He said, eyes wide, trying to play the pity card.

You weren’t having any of it, “That’s what you get when you lose a bet, Soldier.”

He turned in his seat to face you, “How was I supposed to know you were going to hustle me?”

“I didn’t hustle you!” He shot you a look of disbelief, “You just assumed I’d be terrible at it. I never corrected you.”

“But you,” He ran a hand through his hair, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, “You asked me how to tie your vest and how the gun worked.”

You grinned.

He let his head flop back onto the head rest, chuckling, “All so I’d underestimate you.”

It seemed like every time the two of you went out, it always ended in a competition, and tonight hadn’t been an exception. Only you had begun to realize how to win the last time the two of you had gone out. Tonight, you had managed to pull ahead by one.

“Turns out my terrible aim does not extend to laser tag,” You bit your lip, failing miserably at wiping the smug look from your face, “I just happened to forget to mention that.”

“I should have known when you put your driving skills and car on the line,” He chided himself, shaking his head.

“You really should have,” You hummed.

“I know. I know you better than that.”

You looked out the windshield, away from the intense look in his eyes, apparent even in the dark, “Well…Goodnight, Soldier.”

He leaned in, giving you a side hug from his side of the car, “See you next week. Thanks for the ride.”

“You’re welcome,” You shrugged, suddenly feeling cool from the lack of his warmth, “Now get out of my car before you do something stupid like insult it.”

He laughed, stepping out. Pausing with his elbows on the edge of the rolled down window, he said, “Night, Speedy. Text me when you get home safe.”

One Week Before the Wedding

“We’ll be right out,” Peggy smiled at Steve and Bucky, motioning for them to wait outside the bar, “We’re just going to go to the bathroom first.”

They shrugged and walked toward the exit as if nothing was amiss, but you knew better. There was nothing casual about the way she grabbed your arm and steered you to the bathroom. What for though, you had no clue.

It had been the first time all four of you had hung out together since the engagement party and now, the wedding was a week away. Sure, you had seen Peggy and Steve on multiple occasions, but your four schedules had never seemed to line up properly until tonight. It was funny that you had thought the reason you’d spend so much time with Bucky would be because of Peggy and Steve, when really you had seen more of him this summer than anyone else.

“What’s up, Peg?” You asked when the two of you marched into the bathroom.

She crossed her arms, “You want to tell to tell me how long this little thing has been going on?”

“What do you mean?”

“You and Bucky,” She shot you a pointed look through the mirror.

You touched up your lipstick, half listening to what she was saying, “What about me and Bucky?”

“How long have you been seeing each other?” She let out an exasperated sigh as if she couldn’t believe how dense you were being.

It took a second for her words to sink in, and you turned shocked, “We’re not seeing each other!”

“Yeah, right.”

“I’m serious!” You protested.

“I saw the two of you tonight, and I’m not blind,” She fixed her hair quickly in the mirror and when she noticed your look of disbelief, she turned her full attention on you, “Oh, come on, YN. No one who’s just friends acts the way you two do.”

It was your turn to cross your arms, not having any of her accusations, “And how is it that we act, Peg?”

“Like the two of you use every excuse just to touch each other. Like the way Bucky’s face lights up when you walk into the room, or the way you look around for him, just to make sure he’s nearby,” She shook her head, probably disappointed that you’d kept something like this from her, “I’m not an idiot. I have eyes.”

Whatever you were going to say next died on your lips. The two of you were just friends, right? So what that you’d gotten close these past months? So what that you texted each other practically every day. So what that you’d caught yourself thinking of him whenever - holy shit.

Peggy must have seen something in your eyes because her expression softened, “So you guys aren’t dating, huh?”

You shook your head, not sure what to do with this newfound revelation. How could you still be friends with Bucky when you obviously had feelings for him? But he clearly didn’t feel the same way. Now that you really thought about, he often commented on your friendship as if…Oh god. Were you so blind that he thought he needed to keep subtly reminding you that any relationship the two of you had was fake? You rubbed your hands over your face and groaned.

“Well, if it makes you feel any better,” Peggy began with a small smile, “I’m pretty sure he feels the same way.”

“Yeah, right,” You scoffed, “I’ve spent enough time with him to know that he doesn’t.”

Peggy was about to say something else, but you shook your head, cutting her off.

“Can we just go?”

She wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you in close, “You good?”

“Yeah, of course,” You forced a laugh for good measure even though you knew Peggy could always see through your lies, “We’re just friends. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Of course you are. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

You shot her an appreciative smile and walked out of the bathroom, head held high.

[hauntednightmarekitty]

The monsters within (2/2)

Word count: 3,558

Trigger/content warnings: hallucinations, gaslighting, demons, possession, homophobia, swearing, kissing, horror, scars, self-harm

That morning before I even stopped at my locker I went to find Taylor. He was behind the school; sat at a picnic table. He had headphones on and looked like he was trying to block the world out. 

I walked up to him and slammed my hands on the table, getting his attention. He pulled off his headphones as he cut me with a cold glare, not willing to make the first move. 

"Where did you go last night? You made my sister think I'm crazy." I said. 

"My parents don't exactly allow me to leave the house when I do, so I hid when I heard someone coming." 

"You disappeared in seconds." 

"I'm fast." He shrugged, ready to put his headphones back on. 

"My sister wasn't going to tell your parents that you were out." 

"I didn't know that. You have a stick up your ass, so it'd make sense for her to as well." 

"I do not have a stick up my ass." 

"I beg to differ." 

The bell rang and Taylor motioned towards the school. 

Without another word I turned to the school and left him at his table. 

I didn't see Lillith that day until after school when she caught me leaving the building. She fell into step next to me; curiosity graced her flawless features. 

"Where were you this morning?" She asked. 

"I was dealing with some business." 

"Ooo, spooky. Do tell." She leaned forward in a desperate attempt to catch my eye and I rewarded her action with a small smile. 

"There was a boy," Lillith's face fell the second those words left my mouth. "Don't worry, Lillie, I'm not into him. I just had to talk to him about something that transpired last night. It was nothing too big though." 

"What trans… trans… happened- what happened last night that you had to talk about with him?" 

"We crossed paths on our evening walks and he randomly disappeared." 

"You go for walks?" 

"Yeah, sometimes I have nightmares and going for a walk helps calm my mind." 

"You can always call me if you have a nightmare." 

"Father doesn't allow us to have cell phones." 

"Wait," she stopped and put a hand out to stop me as well, "so you don't have a phone." 

"No, I don't." 

"Then how do you talk to your friends?" 

"We're currently talking." 

"No, like when you're not face to face." 

"I don't. I don't have any friends." 

"I'm your friend!" Why does she insist on pitying you? 

"I don't need your pity." 

"It's not pity. I legit think you're cool." Now she lies to you. 

"Whatever, my father is here." 

"Ok, I'll see you tomorrow morning then!" She skipped off towards her mom's car and I was left with her words ringing through my head. 

The morning of Halloween Mr. Poe was even more active than normal. With everything happening he was stressed out and was, in turn, stressing me out as well. 

What if Lillith is just pranking you. What if Lillith thinks you're stupid. You're just going to make a fool of yourself. You suck anyway. It makes no sense why anybody would want to be your friend. Lillith hates you she hates- 

"Luna?" Lillith touched my shoulder and I jumped away from her, suddenly remembering where I am. Standing in front of my locker. "Are you ok?" 

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just some nerves about tonight. I don't go out often." 

"Don't worry about it. My mom is going to pick us up after school then we're gonna stop at my house to get ready." 

"That sounds acceptable." 

"Cool! Do you have a costume?" 

"A costume? For what?" 

"For Halloween, silly. You're supposed to dress up in a costume. It's really fun!" 

"I'm sorry, I've never celebrated before. I don't know the customs."

"I probably have something you can dress up as. I already have ideas." 

The bell rang causing Lillie to give me a curt smile then turn away with a wave. She didn't want me to make her late to class since I still haven't deposited my backpack in my locker. 

Lillith was right on time after school. She made it to my locker before even I did. She wants to get this over with. I took a moment to appreciate her. Her dark hair was pulled away from her face with clips, her colorful platform sneakers were scuffed at the toes, and her sweater was slightly oversized and made her look tiny. She looked over at me and waved, a smile stretching across her amazing face. 

"Are you ready to get this party started?" She asked when I made it into earshot. 

"We're going to a party?" I opened my locker to grab my things, to not make Lillie wait any longer than necessary. 

"Well, not really. You could consider the Halloween festival to be a party though." 

Lillith hooked her arm in mine and led me out to her mom's car. Her mom was a very talkative lady who asked me questions about my family until Lillith finally told her to lay off. Lillie had me pressed against her side the whole time and if I'm honest with myself I'd admit that I didn't hate it. Homosexuality is a sin, my little moon child. 

Once we got to Lillie's room she sat me down in a chair and stood behind me. She toyed with my hair, a smile played across her features. 

"You should tie this up, your eyes are beautiful." She said. 

"Why don't you do that then." 

She hummed approvingly then grabbed a hair tie off of her dresser and tied my hair back into a low pony. She spun me in her desk chair so I was facing her and she tilted her head. After a moment of regarding me, she reached over my shoulder and grabbed a black berrett off of her desk which she clipped my bangs out of my face with. 

Her face was inches from mine, her brown eyes looking into my own. She leaned in, her lips nearly brushing mine. Quick push her away! You can't let this succubus put you under her spell. 

I pushed her away from me before her lips could hit mine and she looked away, slightly frazzled. She made the quick decision to pretend that what just happened didn't happen and she walked to her closet to get something. 

"I have the perfect idea for your costume." She said. 

"What's your idea?" 

"Well, you're all black preppy goth look gave me the idea of-" She pulled cat ears out of her closet and placed them on my head, "cat girl! You look so cute!" 

"I look promiscuous." 

"I'll pretend that I know what that means and move on." 

"I look like a slut." 

"Oh, I don't think you look like a slut. You look cute." 

"Of course you would find it cute." 

"Stop being pissy, storm cloud." She kissed the top of my head then went back to her closet to change. She's gonna turn you into a homosexual. If you don't stop talking to her now you'll go to hell too. You don't want that. You don't want to be a sinner. 

"Do you like my costume?" 

I looked over to where Lillie was standing. She was wearing a red riding hood outfit complete with the dress and cloak. Her hair was flowing loosely around her shoulders and her lipgloss shined in the light. 

"Yeah, it looks good on you." Suppress the thoughts. Suppress the thoughts. Suppress the- 

"We could head over to the festival. It takes place in the park which is just a few minutes walk from my house." 

Lillie took my hand for the second time that night. She led me to the park talking up the festival the whole time. By the time we got there, I expected it to take place in a castle. 

She led me around the different booths and we bought candy and sweets galore.

 After a while, Lillith started dragging me towards the haunted house. In my gut, I knew it was a bad idea, but I didn't want to disappoint Lillie, so I sucked it up and went in with her. 

Jump scares have never been my forte, I get lost in my head and the jump scares become amplified because I wasn't expecting them. Not to mention this haunted house looked horrifying. 

We got to the front rather quickly and Lillie led me in, her hand gripping mine. The house immediately gave off an eerie feeling that set me on edge. 

Nothing happened in the first room but the second that we stepped into the second room a ghost jumped out of the wall at us, which caused both me and Lillie to scream. However, Lillie quickly recovered and laughed at herself while I remained in an anxious state. I could still feel the eyes of the ghost on me.

 I looked up from the floor and locked eyes with multiple shadowy figures that were slowly pressing closer. Lillie tugged on my hand to get me to keep moving, but I couldn't. My legs felt like jelly and I didn't want to move towards the shadows. 

She pulled on my hand more eagerly and when I looked up I saw blood dripping down the walls. Someone with a ski mask and chainsaw came towards us and I knew this was it. This was the moment that I died. 

I braced myself for death, but it never came. Instead, I felt Lillie's lips close to my ear. 

"Hun, can you walk? There's an emergency exit over there that we can take." 

I nodded weakly and managed to stumble out of the house, but the second that I hit the grass I was on my knees dry heaving. 

"What was that in there?" Lillie asked.

"You tried to kill me is what happened." I wiped my hand on my sleeve; the adrenaline started to ebb a little. 

"You weren't going to die, it was just a haunted house." 

"Exactly! There was a ghost and shadow creatures and blood and a man with a chainsaw, I thought I was going to die." 

"Luna, there weren't shadow creatures or blood, and the man with the chainsaw was just an actor. He pointed out the exit." 

"What do you mean?" 

"Do you see things that aren't there? I didn't see half of the stuff that you did." She's gaslighting you. You saw that stuff. 

"Don't tell me what's real and what isn't real when you can't even handle your own emotions and thoughts." 

"I can handle my emotions." 

"Tell that to the scars on your arms." 

"I'm working on that." She hugged herself defensively and turned away. "How do you know about that anyway." 

"You decided to try to cut yourself behind the school after being bullied." 

"You saw that?" Hurt cut across her features. 

"I may have witnessed that. It wasn't my place to intervene." 

"I thought we were friends." 

"We're not friends! You just decide to tag along with me no matter what I say and you badger me into going to things like this then put me through traumatic experiences for your enjoyment!" 

"I do not do that." 

"No, you're right. You just feel useless, so you use me to feel needed. The fact that I'm friendless is something that you think you can fix. Have you ever thought that maybe I like it that way?" 

She turned fully away this time. "I don't need to deal with this kind of harassment." 

"Yeah, just run away." I continued to yell up at her from my spot on the ground. 

She gave me one last hurt look before walking away. 

A few days later, at school, Lillith came up to me with an apologetic look on her face. 

"Luna," she said, "I'm sorry about how things went down between us. If you're ok with it I'd like to stay over. I'm sure a lot of what you said is true, so I'd like to work towards a mutually beneficial relationship between us." 

"Did you consult a dictionary for that speech?" I didn't look at her. I couldn't look at her. If I looked at her I'd let her come back. Good girl. 

"What? No." 

"Well, that was big words for someone like you. You can't even understand the fact that I don't want your friendship." 

"I thought that you were just against the one-sided friendship."

"I'm against friendship with you at all. You're a sorrowful excuse for a human being and I don't want to deal with it." 

"I'm over here trying to apologize and instead you just insult me?" 

"If you'd leave you wouldn't be insulted." 

Her eyes darkened and she finally turned to leave, casting me one last glance before finally leaving. 

I finished putting my stuff away and when I turned to walk to class I saw Taylor standing right next to me. 

"Taylor!" I squeaked. 

"Sorry, Luna." He backed away from me, a smile on his face. "Did Lillith leave you?" 

"She's a terrible person that I didn't want to be involved with." 

"You're better off without her anyway." 

"Thanks, I guess." 

"She was just holding you back anyway. Making you feel things that you shouldn't." 

"What do you mean?" 

"You had a major crush on her. You're better without her because now you don't-" 

"Why do you think I have a crush on her?" 

"It's obvious." 

"No, it's not." 

"To me it is." 

"Whatever, I'm going to class." 

"See you later then!" 

Days went by and Lillith finally respected my wishes and left me alone. Meanwhile, Mr. Poe was getting more and more aggressive and yelled at me more and more. He called me a failure and an idiot and every insult under the sun. 

One day though, a good week after Lillith had stopped talking to me, Mr. Poe was being especially terrible during lunch. 

You're a failure, nobody would want to be your friend even if you let them. You'll live alone your whole life. You're not even worth the air that you breathe. Just shut up and be the doormat that you know you should be. 

Taylor walked in at that moment, sitting next to me and giving a small wave to Mr. Poe. 

"Hey, Luna. What're you two talking about?" 

How Luna will never amount to anything. 

"You're probably not wrong." 

"Aren't you supposed to defend me?" I asked. 

"But he's not wrong." 

You should listen to this one, he seems good. 

"You'll make a good trophy wife someday, but you're not smart enough to do much else."

"You don't know that. You barely know me." 

"I know you better than you think." 

"You don't know me! You wouldn't know it! You don't know me." 

Taylor slowly walked towards me, which caused me to cower in the corner. 

"You're useless." Useless, Luna, useless. 

"I'm not useless!" USELESS "I'M NOT, DON'T CALL ME USELESS!" My hands went over my head as I tried to protect myself from their insults. But they just both broke into cackles. 

"Luna?" Lillith was crouched in front of me and I was suddenly unsure of how long she's been trying to get my attention. "Who are you talking to?" 

"Mr. Poe and Taylor. They're in the room. Do you not see them? They're in the room." 

"Hey, Luna." Lillith grabbed my cheeks, and she forced me to look up at her. "Don't listen to them. They aren't real." 

"You don't know what's real!" I cried as I pulled my knees closer. Are you going to let her trick you?

"Nobody else can see Taylor or Mr. Poe, they're hallucinations. Nobody is in here with you but me." She ran her thumb under my eyes and dried my tears. 

"Why should I believe you?" She's lying to you. She wants to hurt you. 

"Because I care about you and don't want to see you in pain. And I know how it feels to struggle with mental illness and not get help. It sucks and I don't want you to go through that." 

"Why would you care about me? I've been so mean to you." She doesn't care.

"Because I see how much you're struggling and I understand how hard it can be. I want to help, but I can only help if you let me." 

"How do I fix it then?" You can't fix me. I am you whether you want to admit it or not. 

"Are you going to let her get rid of me!" Taylor screamed at me from the opposite corner. 

I cowered away from him as I covered my ears and Lillith scooted closer. 

"First," she said, her voice oddly soothing. "You need to get out of your environment. That house is awful and terrible for you. Second, you need to get on some meds and don't expect the first one to work. Third, you need to talk to someone." 

"That's a lot…" Taylor was progressively getting closer and Mr. Poe was whispering in the back of my mind. 

"Let's start on step one then. You have enough bruises and scars to easily get emancipated from your parents. I say start with that and I'll convince my parents to let you stay with us." 

"Why would they want me?" 

"Because you're a sweet girl when you let yourself be and you're struggling so hard. I doubt they'd let you go through this on your own or leave you with your abusive parents." 

"They aren't-" 

"Don't defend them. That's not how you punish your kids. My parents barely even yell at me." 

"Ok, that… that does sound nice." 

"Good. Then tomorrow after school we're going to start the process of getting you emancipated." She held out her pinky to me, tears in her eyes. "I promise I will not leave you at any point. I'll be with you every step of your recovery." 

I hooked my pinky with hers, and I finally felt sure about something in my life. 

16 months later

Lillith pov

Luna had been living with us for almost a year and a half. Shortly after she moved out of her parents' house she started setting a therapist and was diagnosed with schizophrenia rather quickly. 

She got on some meds, but we still struggled for a while. There were days when she really couldn't tell her hallucinations for reality and she got super paranoid. She'd hear voices a lot and they usually weren't telling her great things. However, after some trial and error, we got her on some meds that work well for her. She sleeps better now and she's even more affectionate towards me now that she's not super paranoid about me hating her or wanting to hurt her. 

It's still taking a lot of effort from all of us to work through the trauma that her parents left her with, but I feel like we're making progress. 

She no longer believes in the religion that she was brought up in. Her therapist said that it's to be expected since she was suffocated by it for so long. I find it to be a step in the right direction because she's not letting her parents dictate her life anymore. 

She turns eighteen today and her big wish was to stay home and watch movies with me. So, I decided to make us a pillow nest on my bed and get her favorite movies ready to stream. I had gotten my mom to help me distract Luna while I set everything up and so far it was going great. 

I turned off the lights to prepare for her arrival and the fairy lights that I have set up in my room twinkled beautifully. I heard Luna's voice down the hall and I climbed into the blanket nest to prepare for her arrival. 

She walked in and immediately caught my eyes. She inhaled sharply and looked around the room. "Lillith," she said, breathily, "what is all of this?" 

"You said that you wanted to stay in and watch movies, so I created a blanket nest. I thought that we could cuddle and stream your favorite movies. How does that sound?" 

"That sounds wonderful." She climbed into the blanket nest before she cuddled into my side. I watched her pull a blanket over our laps then lay her head on my shoulder. 

I passed her the laptop and she turned on Coroline. It was a movie that she discovered when she first moved in and couldn't stop watching after that. 

Right before the opening credits started rolling she pecked my lips, a faint blush dusted her cheeks. "Thanks for everything that you've done. I don't know where I'd be right now if it weren't for you." 

"Probably dead in a ditch." 

Her laugh was like music to my ears. "You're probably right."

"You do know I love you, right?" 

"You show me every day." 

I pulled her closer to my side, as I buried my face in her hair to hide my tears. She'd never kissed me before. I suspected that she liked me and I liked her, but I didn't want to push her by making the first move. 

Something inside me told me that everything was finally going to be okay. 

[certifiedceraunophile]

Hi! I’m your gifter for the Klaroline Gift Exchange! I wanted to check in and tell you my idea and see if I’m on the right track for your gift. I’m thinking about the following: Historical human AU - Caroline is the daughter of a powerful baron. Klaus is an artist under the patronage of Caroline’s father. Highlights: a dark secret, angst, multiple murders, betrayal and revenge. Also, some smut to to take the edge off. Does that sound ok?

Alrighty so first off, may I marry your brain?? Utterly serious, no joke. May I marry it?

I mean dude—

Are you kidding me?? This is bloody perfect, so fucking perfect. I mean I feel like you jumped into my brain and just frolicked around a bit and were like *picks overly biased tropes/tags my brain constantly screams about like picking flowers* and then weaved a Garland with all those flowers and put it around my damn neck. I mean Ik I haven’t read the fic yet, heck the fic isn’t even written out yet, but like if I saw this description in the summary or tags, I’d dive head first for the work.

Historical Human AU, with a class difference between Klaus and Caroline, scandalous baby. I mean I dig.

Klaus as the Artist under patronage, honestly why aren’t there more fics with Historic Artist!klaus, it fits in perfectly.

Caroline the wealthy daughter of the Baron, yes ma’am I believe you are taking this in the right direction, especially if I get to see this class difference between Klaus and Caroline turn their love forbidden-y or secretive.

Ok just tell me this, have you and I had a conversation like ever in my life? Do we know each other? Because anybody who has talked to me for even like two minutes knows that this, this right here “dark secret, angst, multiple murders, betrayals and revenge.” Is basically what my custom Pokemon’s aesthetic would look like. I mean is it perfect? Bloody yes. But I’ll still unpack all of it because I’m ✨extra✨ like that,

Dark secret; alright so here’s the thing, love love love fics when either Klaus or Caroline have a nice snug close-to-the-heart poisonously scandalous secret no one should know about, but, (yes there’s a but) if this is a secret either Klaus or Caroline are keeping from each other, and it’s the kind of secret that in a honest trusting relationship the other would know about it, because it’s important and crucial information, and yet one of them keeps the secret from the other for xyz reason, the person who was kept in the dark should please throw a MASSIVE fit about it, not silently uNdErStAnD why it’s was kept a secret, or accept that some secrets are best left secret, but like be really angry that the person wasn’t able to trust them, and be hurt about it, Am I making sense? I don’t think I am, basically what I’m saying is if KC are bluffing to each other make the truth hurt. Please Dont let the forgiveness be easy. Make my babies pay. 👉🏾👈🏾🥺

But if the secret is just something Klaus and Caroline are keeping from everyone else or everybody else is keeping from Klaroline, or is basically outside of Klaroline instead of between them, go crazy, hurt my babies don’t hurt my babies, totally up to you. But thank you for this dark detail, I shall cherish it with tender hands.

Angst;

Ok Hi have you met me?

If no then here’s your answer,

YES

No wait like

YES

Gimme gimme gimme.

But, yes again there’s a but, (I’m so so sorry if I’m being very picky and hard to please not my intention at all, I just want to make things clearer for you, but at the end of the day you have total creative control, so like go crazy for me, I will fully appreciate it.) But back to the point at hand, I love love love angst between KC, I adore it, i mean KC canon or otherwise are not a flowery sunshine fluff couple, they’ve got problems and issues and are far too alike and way too different to even logically be together without constantly stepping on each other’s toes, I usually like angst when one of em fucks up and there’s a lot of grovelling involved, or angst due to conflict in between them, or angst due to misunderstandings, but what I do not appreciate is the abusive nature/toxicity/hurtful nature of the conflict or angst creating action forgiven easily, or not being dealt with, basically I want the closure to the angst to be reasonable to both characters, and no one is being a pushover, the Klaus and Caroline dynamic is built upon calling each other out, not taking each other’s shit and zero tolerance for each other’s toxicity, so I would very very much appreciate that to be included here.

Betrayal and revenge;

I mean ma’am you are waltzing straight up my alley and owning it like a mafia mobster, when I say angst, I usually mean conflict and what other better way to bring in conflict than betrayals and revenge. Oh the blood and the lies and the schemes, 10/10 ik I will enjoy, but I’d just like to say, that if betrayal in any way means infidelity, I will not enjoy it, fics with cheating in between Klaus and Caroline are squick for me, so please take this into consideration, and lest I sound awfully repetitive, like I said if the betrayal and revenge (conflict) is between KC don’t let them go easy on one another. And if the revenge and betrayal is not in between KC and with outside forces, just know that I appreciate it bloody.

Multiple murders;

Ok so I’m confused, are these sad murders, like good characters who are close to Klaroline dying, or douchecanoe asshats being hacked to pieces good fucking riddance murders, because like I usually don’t appreciate the former, when I say angst it means conflict (I’m really really sorry if I failed to mention that in the original assignment that was stupid of me) and not pure grief, it leans towards anger and despise and remorse and hurt more so than just grief, grief is a pretty straightforward emotion, there’s less room to play around with unlike the others I’ve mentioned, so please take this into consideration. So like if you’re killing off characters, please let it be Damon or Stefan or one of the eight hundred other dipshits in the Tvd universe, and please leave my other precious babies alone.

Smut; here’s the thing, I am constantly horny, like no shame, smut is my go to stress relief, I will ways always always ENJOY some good plot with porn, and the plot here is good, so the porn is just delicious vanilla (or not, iykwim) icing on top. So please yes. *insert audio of a person being very very agreeable during sex* please do so, I am absolutely one hundred percent behind, over and under this idea.

Thank you so so much for reaching out to me, I think you are going in the perfectly right direction, continue further down this path and you will make it straight to my heart.

I am again so so sorry if I sound lazer specific and am not giving you enough room to work with or to allow your muse to wander, please know you can always break and make a few rules of your own, this at the end of the day entirely your work, and I don’t intend to take your creative control from you at all, all I ask is please be mindful of the things I feel squick about. Other than that, all I can say is I cannot for the life of me bloody wait for this baby to come out, I am jumpy up and down excited, and I am again so sorry if this is putting too much pressure on you, not my intention, but this is like my first gift exchange ever so I’m extra screamy, anywaysss long story short, thank you so much for doing this for me, again sorry for writing you a whole ass Drabble when probably all you expected was a binary yes or no in answer, but like to answer your question, is this ok? If you haven’t figured it out already

Ahem

✨ YES ✨

This is perfectly and exactly ok, I love it already and I can’t wait to fall in love with it more, please continue to send me asks regarding this if you want something clarified or if you can’t make sense of the chaotic monstrosity above, my inbox is always yours to blow up.

All the love and peace and writerly inspiration in the world being sent to you.

XX

Srishti ❤️❤️

[grimsae]

Simmer- Get To Know

Tagged by the lovely: @ohsosims ❤️

Languages you speak: English & some Spanish

Are you a mermaid: Ummm no, what would make you think that?!

Your Playstyle: 42% Gameplay, 10% screenshots, 35% build mode, 6% in CAS, 7% trying to storytell but fail.

Your Simself Picture:

Stories or Gameplay, builds, lookbooks, edits or cc: I mainly just post edits of my Sims or some gameplay. I would LOVE to make storytelling posts (with subtitles and all of that) but I don’t know where to start & if anyone really would want to read that. Like there is story in all my Sims but I just don’t know if y’all would want to read that. But these challenges have been really fun to do! I wanna do more lookbooks though! Custom Content I’m still trying to work with but I’m struggling a little bit but soon I’ll have some for y’all!:)

Your favorite age state: I honestly enjoy them all but I wish I could do more for elders! I can’t wait for knitting!

Your favorite season: Autumn

Your favorite holiday: So in my game I have a holiday called “Summer Farewell” it happens on the last day of Summer & the day consist of chill vibes. Drinking, playing outside, swimming, bbq, fireworks, hanging with friends & family & chilling around a bonfire. It’s super chill & I honestly look forward to it. Maybe I should post more about it soon!

How was your day: It was okay. Work sucked ass. Being understaffed all the time & working with a fake ass coworker is so draining. But it got better when I got home because I played some Skyrim. Then went out to eat with my mom at Five Guys then bought myself a memorory foam bed topper from Bed Bath & Beyond. So I slept amazing last night. Now it’s Saturday & I plan on not leaving the house!

Your favorite career: Ummm that’s kinda hard because I always choose freelance careers in game because I love how your sim can stay home & just work. But it gets a little monotonous at times. I also love the teacher & administrative careers that came with Discover University!

Your favorite aspiration: I love the geeky ones, like collecting stuff & I love the family aspirations!

Your favorite EP, SP or GP: this is so hard ugh. For favorite EP it’s either Discover University or Get Together. Favorite GP is Parenthood but also Strangerville because it’s actually pretty great! Favorite SP is extremely tied between Tiny Living & Moschino for the build & buy items!

How old is your Simblr: it will be hitting one year old soon! I’ve always wanted to make one but never did. But I finally just made one. I used to blog about my sims on Amino but that community was toxic and their ways were extremely toxic & stupid. So it pushed me to make a Simblr & I loved it ever since. You can go on Amino actually and still see my posts. STORYTELLING POSTS!

Have you woohooed: Ummmmmmmmmmmm not on my conservative Christian blog😚💅🏼

Your favorite skill: Gardening

The size of your mods folder: Not that bad actually, just 15 GB!

Your 3 favorite mods: Wicked Whims, McCommand Center & Andrews Pose Player

Your interests (other than the sims): I love to play video games, I’m a huge gamer. I also love to travel. Even if it’s to a small town in the middle of nowhere, I just love to see new places. I live in Texas so any chance I get to travel around, I’m always excited for it. I also love to write stories & songs. Then last I love to cook, so I’m always watching Food Network to see what ideas I can get to create in the kitchen.

Your favorite Sim (picture if possible): that is so hard because all of my sims that I post on here are my babies. So I can’t just pick one. But my favorites would have to be between Kade, Zephan & Tobias.

Which Sims games have you played (including mobile games): The Sims, The Sims 2, The Sims 2 on GameCube & the Strangetown one for PSP. Urbz on PS2 & on Gameboy. The Sims 2 Castaway. The Sims 3 on PC & PS3. SimCity 3,4,5(ew). I have never touched the mobile games & I never got to play TS3 Medeival :(

Propose a crazy scheme: Omg I know this is crazy but wouldn’t it be amazing if our Sims could own multiple homes, basically house flip & rent them out to other sims. Get that money, or let their children that are trying to move out, live in those homes. Or how crazy would it be if the roommate system wasn’t just from Discover University but was BASEGAME. DEAR LORD.

Best part of Simblr: Seeing the crazy talent & passion that simmers pour into this game. Seeing them tell awesome stories & sharing their amazing CC! Also seeing people form friendships over this game is pretty magical.

Worst part of Simblr: Seeing blog who put so much effort & work into their posts & blogs and seeing no one appreciate it. Also the bitches behind anon leaving hateful messages.

What other games you play: Stardew Valley, Skyrim, The Elder Scrolls Online, Minecraft, Pokemon, The Legend of Zelda, Cities Skylines, RDR2 & a lot more.

For the fun: Stardew Valley

For the thrills or for the need to kill assholes: RDR2 & Skyrim maybe some GTA5.

Are you single: VERY VERY lol

I tag: @himbosims @katmk36 @gremlinsims @geeky-simz @thatonebrobo @invisisim @kalissimsblog @quinnterestingsims @nougat-sims & at anyone else who wants to participate!❤️ if I missed you I’m sorry but please participate!

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  Of Thoughts And Phobias

Part 4: Under Wraps

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  "Robin!" Sean cheered when he came through the door. 

"Hey hey!" He dropped his bag on the floor and brought Sean into a hug.

"Haha, welcome to the mess. How was the trip, man?"

"Ugh, don't get me started. Seems like anything that could've gone wrong did at the same time. It's like something didn't want me to come here or something."

    He tiredly walked over to the couch, Sean making sure to stay in between him and the shattered counter. 

"Just don't wake me up and we'll be fine," he said, flopping face-first on the couch. 

"Y'good man?"

    A muffled confirmation came from the cushions closely followed by snoring.

"Been a long day for both of us, I guess."

Sean grabbed a pillow and blanket from the closet and carefully draped it over him.

"Goodnight, dude," he sighed, switching off the lights. 

    He swapped into some pajamas and fell onto his bed. It was impossible trying to get comfortable. His mind was just so active and awake that even blinking was a traitorous act. His brain was shouting at him all the possibilities of what was happening to him. He couldn't hide for long. He knew that. There was no way that this would end well. He groaned. 

Sleep didn't come for a while.

~~

    Waking up felt even harder than falling asleep. He struggled to keep his eyes opened as he felt around for his phone.

He fell ungracefully out of bed and landed with an "oomf".

 As he got up, he saw a quick flash of bright red from under his bed. He didn't want to think about it.

    He was interrupted by a loud snore coming from the other room. He forgot he wasn't alone. Sean poked his head out into the living room to find a bundled- up figure on the couch, snoring loudly. Only his feet and hair were visible. He chuckled and went back to his room to get ready.

    Getting dressed was a chore when running on a few hours of sleep, but Sean pushed past it. He fixed his hair, brushed his teeth, and went to check on Robin again. 

"So I was thinking we could start by recording-" He walked into the living room to be greeted by a Robin who was still out cold.

"Uh. Hello?" He tried. 

"Earth to Pixlpit? Roooooobiin, come 'ooon man. We have thiiiings to do," nothing. 

"Geez," he backed off into the kitchen, where he remembered his shopping list. He had forgotten all about it and yep, the only thing he could find food wise was the junk in the fridge and an old box of spaghetti noodles. 

"Whoops," he said. That won't do.

    He snatched a sheet of printer paper and a sharpie and scribbled down a note for Robin when he woke up. After grabbing his phone and placing the note lovingly on Robin's face, Sean left once more. 

     It only took him about an hour to get groceries and come back. Robin was up by the time he came back, sitting at the table.

"Morning Sleeping Beauty! How was the couch?"

Robin chuckled.

"It was fine, but I woke up with this hanging out of my mouth," he held up the note.

    "Had to put it somewhere you could see it," he shrugged slyly, slacking the grocery bags off his arms. He turned on the coffee maker and started to put the food away. 

    "So, I was thinking we could start with the Reading Your Comments and then go into the challenge vids," Sean explained, pulling out eggs and milk to put in the fridge.

    "And tomorrow we can get some playthroughs done before we get started on editing," Robin added from behind his mug.

    "Exactly. Sorry about the lack of food, want me to whip something up before we get started?"

"That sounds awesome," he laughed.

    Everything was alright.

He smashed a few eggs unexpectedly and startled Robin by cracking the counter a bit when he accidentally gripped it too hard, but it was nothing he couldn't brush off.

It's fine. 

~~

    Spending time with Robin almost made Sean forget about everything. It all just seemed to fade back into reality after he fell through crazy town. Recording felt... normal. And he needed that. He needed something ordinary.

That left the two of them walking down town to a cafe that Sean had recommended. They had gotten quite a lot of work done and decided to take a lunch break.

    "No way," he continued, "there is no way the remake was better than the original."

    “I’m telling you man! The plot line was more realistic and they fixed multiple plot holes in it!” Sean followed alongside him. The door dinged behind them.

“There was nothing wrong with the plot, you just couldn’t wrap your small head around it!”

Sean gasped dramatically.

“Insulted. By my best friend! For shame, Robin, for shame.”

They both laughed and sat down at a booth.

    It was a nice place, quiet and homey, and it always smelled like coffee and chips. Relaxed chatter from other customers filled the room. Music played overhead and the TV in the corner murmured away about sports, and it all blended together into a pleasant white noise.

“Wait ‘till you try the bread, man. They make it from scratch!”

“Is that why we walked five blocks to get here?” Robin laughed again.

“Yes,” he deadpanned.

They continued talking until their food came.

"Thank you, miss. Oh, more chips, please?" Sean asked as the waitress walked away. 

He dove into the fresh batch of chips.

    It took him a moment to realize that Robin had stopped talking. He looked up and saw him staring back with a concerned look. 

"What's wrong?" He tried. 

"Dude are you alright? That's the sixth plate of chips you've ordered."

    Oh. He didn't realize. He vaguely recalled something similar happening the other day at the pizza restaurant. Did it have something to do with his new.. predicament? Probably, seeing as he was still hungry.

"Um, told ya?" Robin furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. 

"Best chips in town!" He laughed nervously. 

"Right. Maybe next time you'll actually let me try some," he was smiling but the worry was still visible in his eyes. 

"You'll just have to beat me to it!" 

Stupid.

They continued to eat in silence until the waitress brought them a check.

"Let me," said Robin, "you've al--" 

   

 Sean knew Robin was talking but he couldn't hear him. His eyes were attached to the screen nearest to them. It was a news reporter, discussing reports on stuff that happened throughout the day. But the video that was playing in the corner...

Oh no.

"It really is an odd sight," the reporter stated, "This anonymous clip shows what appears to be a bolt of green lightning flashing in the sky. The same lighting was also spotted a second time not long after, a few miles away. That's not the weirdest part, though. If you pay attention, it almost sounds like someone screaming.-" 

The TV was turned down as to not interrupt the patrons but Sean heard it clear as day.

They found him. 

    "Some call it a joke, just a gag someone sent us to get on the news. Others say that the footage shown is real, unmodified and definitely something to be wary of. What are your thoughts, Jim?"

It switched to another anchorman, appearing next to the videos.

The clips shown showed a bright flash in the sky, appearing above an airplane. It disappeared shortly after that. 

Oh no no no.

"Well I don't know about you, but I think they look very convincing-"

No, no no no no no no no no-

"Sean!" 

He snapped back. Robin was looking at him, concern all over his face. He swallowed down the knot in his throat. 

"You good, man? You zoned out pretty hard there. What're you even looking at?" He started turning around. Sean quickly grabbed his arm, forcing him back. 

"No," he whispered.

Robin shook his arm out of his grip. "Why? what's wrong, my hair messed up or something?" 

"Don't," he tried again. "Please." Why did everything have to be so loud? Tears pulled at his eyes. 

"Can we go home?"

Robin nodded knowingly. "Yeah man, let's get you home."

Sean was silent on the walk back. Robin didn't think to mention it. 

~~

Sean fell down face first onto the couch.

"Oomph."

Robin pushed his legs off so he could sit down instead. He tapped Sean on the shoulder. 

"Hey, are you feeling better?"

A muffled noise came from the cushions, then Sean pushed himself up so he was sitting too. 

"Yeah. I.. sorry," he sighed.

"No no," Robin interrupted. "It's normal dude, it looked like it was just an anxiety attack. Those aren't a joke."

Sean nodded slightly. "Yeah."

"Do you want to talk about it?" He tried. 

"No, Robin," he grumbled "I'm fine. 'S just anxiety, I'm fine."

He got up from the couch and started towards his room.

"Sorry. I think I'll just take a nap or something. You alright with that?"

Robin sighed.

"You know where to find me man."

"Thanks Robin."

"Any time."

    Sean closed the door behind him and fell down against it. Small bursts of light shakily pulsated all down his arms. He decided to focus on that instead. 

He wasn't even sure why he was panicking. Sure they *caught* him on camera but they didn't *know* that it was him. He watched the neon colors trickle down his arms like water. What would he do if they did find out? What would he do if Robin did? He didn't want to think about it. But what if?

Losing it won't do anything, Sean, he told himself. You need to calm down.

He inhaled deeply, filling his lungs completely before exhaling.

In.

And out.

In.

And out.

Come on, Jackieboy, you got this. 

    He stayed there for a while, contemplating whether he should get up to go to bed. The thought was interrupted by the bright red peeking out from under his bed.

He could hear Robin outside furiously working on his laptop. Knowing him, he wouldn't move for hours.

He supposed sleep could wait.

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That wraps up the prologue!! Three years in the making and we're finally getting to the good stuff! Buckle up, bitches it's only getting worse from here!

[toastverse]

Sooo... Thanks to the quarantine I got into Sims again and I discovered the Not so Berry challenge which I absolutely adore! Credits to @lilsimsie ^^ I like the idea of achieving preset goals and sticking to a given theme, but I wanted to customize things a little bit. And I came across the build your own berry challenge: https://forums.thesims.com/en_US/discussion/963165/build-your-own-not-so-berry-challenge

So here is the Not so Berry challenge Ritsu edition! Feel free to try it out! And please tag me if you do!

You must complete your aspirations and get to the top of your carrer unless it's specified otherwise. But you don't have to stick to the given color theme and you can also change the order of the generations if you're more interested in one then in the other.

Generation one- Lavender

You are a kind and generous nerd who just wants the best for everyone around them. Your biggest dream is to become a doctor and you're working very hard for that.

Traits: good, geek, ambitious

Aspiration: Successful Lineage

Career: Doctor

Skills to max out: Logic, Parenting

Achivements:

- Marry a Goofball Sim and you have to be Soulmates as Elders

- Have only one child, become best friends with them in their childhood (you could have an other best friend later on)

- Get at least to level 8 in the doctor career, so you can help in your grandchild's birth, but you don't have to get to the top

- Complete the elements collection

Generation two- Dark blue

You've idolised Lavender Sim all your life and you also want to help people just like them. You are a prodigy with a kind heart but with sometimes untamed emotions.

Traits: good, genius, self-assured

Childhood aspiration: Whiz Kid

Adult aspiration: Nerd Brain

Career: Detective

Skills to max out: Logic, Handiness

Achivements:

- Earn the Compassionate and Untamed Emotions character values

- Marry your high school sweetheart and have a baby with them as soon as possible (possibly with teen pregnancy mods, but if you're uncomfortable with that, do it as soon as you turn into a young adult)

- Have your spouse be a secret agent or also a detective

- Complete the snowglobe collection

Generation three- Green

Both of your parents dedicated their lives to their dangerous jobs and were also young and inexperienced parents which left you alone or with your Lavender grandparents most of the time. You've spent a lot of time outside and found comfort in plants. You're also dreaming about a big, happy family which you've never had in your younger years.

Traits: Goofball, Loves Outdoors, Slob

Childhood aspiration: Whiz Kid (for them it's not obligatory but helps with the Fishing skill later)

Adult aspiration: Outdoor Enthusiast or Big Happy Family (or both). You can choose this one

Career: Gardener, Botanist (doesn't have to be completed)

Skills to max out: Gardening, Fishing, Herbalism

Achivements:

- Earn the Responsible and Mediator character values

- Be best friends with your Goofball grandparent and don't have anyone else until you're a young adult

- Have 5 children and one of them has to be adopted

- Complete the gardening collection

- Be at least friends with all of your children except one (the next heir)

Generation four- Red

You come from a very simple and subtle but also a very big and noisy family where you didn't get the attention you want and actually deserve. You're dreaming big unlike your stupid parents who wasted all of their potential.

Traits: Self-assured, Perfeccionist, Materialistic

Childhood aspiration: Social butterfly

Adult aspiration: Mansion Baron

Carrer: Businessman, Investor

Skills to max out: Charisma, Gourmet Cooking, Pipe Organ

Achivements:

- Earn the Responsible and Argumentative character values

- Have a negative relationship with Green Sim as a YA

- Have only one child

- Divorce than remarry the same Sim in your next life stage

- Have a total net worth of 1.000.000 simoleons

Generation five- Orange

Your Red parent gave you everything you could ever imagine as a child, but as you grew older you've realized that money can't buy happiness. But food definitely can! You've always loved the cute gourmet meals your Red parent prepared for you, and as you were growing older, you slowly started to dive into the world of cooking as well.

Traits: Cheerful, Insider, Foodie

Childhood aspiration: Artistic Prodigy or Social Butterfly

Adult aspiration: Master Chef

Carrer: Chef, Restaurant owner

Skills to max out: Cooking, Gourmet Cooking, Comedy

Achivements:

- Earn the Good Manners character value

- Learn all foodstall recepies in San Myshuno

- Donate 10.000 simoleons to charity

- Have a big family dinner every Saturday night

- Get to at least level 6 in the Chef carrer before quitting and having your own restaurant.

Generation six- Malachite

You are the little weird, black sheep of your family. While the others were playing outside, you stayed in your room full of flowers reading romance novels and dreaming about your significant other.

Traits: loner, vegetarian, romantic

Childhood aspiration: you decide

Adult aspiration: Soulmate

Carrer: Gardener, Floral Designer

Skills to max out: Flower Arranging, Wellness, Guitar

Achivements:

- Earn all five positive character values

- Never have any close friends except your spouse

- Collect all crystals

- Have twelve traits before turning into an elder (complex personality pretty much...)

Generation seven- Silver

You are a michevious nerd with a potty mouth who can't take anything seriously, not even themselves. You're very smart and optimistic, seeing the good in everything but with your high IQ comes a very low EQ and sometimes you don't realize how much you've hurt someone.

Traits: genius, clumsy, childish

Childhood aspiration: Whiz Kid

Adult aspiration: Chief of Mischief or Computer Whiz (you can decide or you can do both)

Carrer: Tech Guru, eSport gamer

Skills to max out: Programming, Mischief, Video Gaming

Achivements:

- Earn the Irresponsible and Bad Manners character values

- You have to leave a Sim at the altar, because this type of commitment is too much for you

- You have to woohoo in a rocketship, possibly at GeekCon

- Collect all Voidcritter Cards

Generation eight- Gold

Your Silver parent always told you to follow your dreams doesn't matter how crazy they might be. So you did! You are a curious and hyperactive person who never turns down a challenge. Especially if it's related to the wild jungles of Selvadorada or especially life threatening. Or maybe both!

Traits: kleptomaniac, loves outdoors, erratic

Childhood aspiration: Rambunctious Scamp

Adult aspiration: Jungle Explorer

Carrer: Secret Agent, Diamond Agent

Skills to max out: Selvadoradian culture, Archaeology, Fitness

Achivements:

- Earn the Uncontrolled Emotions character value

- Earn gold on 5 different party types, because you just can't rest

- Get an Adventurous dog

- Get married first as an elder

- Complete the insect collection and dedicate a room to them in your home.

Generation nine- Brown

Your family had all sorts of different and interesting animals when you were a child, and you've loved spending time with them, especially with your Gold parent's dog. Their death hit you pretty hard and later it made you want to protect all animals at all cost.

Traits: cat lover, dog lover, unflirty

Childhood aspiration: you decide

Adult aspiration: Friend of the animals

Carrer: veterinarian

Skills to max out: Veterinarian, Pet training, Piano

Achivements:

- Earn the Responsible and Controlled Emotions character values

- Never get married.

- Have five cats and five dogs in the household during your life. At least two of each has to be a stray.

- You can only have "accidental" human children. Let's be honest, your pets are your real children.

Generation ten- Yellow

You are a very abstract and artistic person who is just as much of a weirdo living their lives by their own set of rules as their Gold grandparent. You love living in the city and meeting new people there.

Traits: creative, squeamish, noncommital

Childhood aspiration: Artistic Prodigy

Adult aspiration: Painter Extraordinaire or Serial Romantic

Carrer: Freelance artist

Skills to max out: Painting, Dancing, Bowling

Achivements:

- As you turn into a YA move into the Arts Quarters in your city

- Visit every festival

- Go bowling with your friends every Friday night

- Collect every emotional painting type

- Have multiple affairs while you're married or in a relationship

- Have a small pet from YA- to death

[murfeelee]

I just want to speak my piece and voice my hopes & concerns about the ideas for a new Sims Networking site.

Disclaimer: Despite the length of this long effing post, I know absolutely nothing about creating a website, or hosting, servers, or anything like that.

In light of Tumblr’s clear and present determination to kill its own website, many ideas are being proposed about The Sims community starting its own website. This would be a safe haven for simmers, where we can all share our content without fear of overzealous censorship and nefarious politico-economic stunts and power-plays.

Having different simmers presenting different platforms and ideas about how to get a simming network started is great, and I support anyone who pitches an idea. I don’t care who figures it out, just as long as someone does, and it’s good. But at this critical point and time what the community really needs is to not be splintered -- that’s what the problem is: that when Tumblr internally combusts we’ll all mass exodus and go our separate ways (to LJ/DW, Twitter, Blogspot, WP, etc), and we won’t all be in one place anymore. :(

There’s nothing wrong with having multiple simming networks, and having a selection of simmers-only social media outlets, not at all. We do that already, with sites like TSR & MTS, etc, that embrace content from ALL the sims games (1-4, etc), but where different preferences/standards/visions naturally lead to different websites doing their own thing separately.

But I think it’s time we as a community had one main home.

IMO, ideally, it would be one that functions like Tumblr did -- just Better and More Positive. ;) It would not be moderated by admins like the other sims sites, and instead the site runners would be there strictly for site support and maintenance. We’ve been moderating the simblr side of Tumblr all these years pretty okay -- aside from the abuse/neglect of the Tags (which I hope we could come to a more unified system with on a new site).

The new site could have all the image uploading/storage and other features we enjoy (Follows, Reblogs, Likes, Comments, IM, etc) but possibly even with an additional forum aspect, with rich text text threads & private messaging, etc. Is that at all possible?

The forum half of the site could have moderators, if only to keep the threads organized, but there would be none of that censoring crap that gets users warned/banned over stupidness like language, adult content, or my personal favorite: filesharing (especially when cc users rely on WCIFs and reuploaders to share content from dead sites and creators who delete their content for one reason or another).

I’d also love to see a return of more community events:

more Simblreen-like photo prompts & challenges for other holidays & seasons

more creative contests (like the one recreating real movie posters as sims images to get featured as new cc)

more visibility for machinimas (those mofos work HARD)

the return of sims magazines for fashion & builders & whatnot

Age and Adult Content Restrictions

The Sims is a borderline Teen/Everyone/Mature-rated game. It’s got sex and violence and crude humor and weirdness that isn’t really suitable for little kids. It's at each parent’s discretion what their kids are exposed to, but most simmers are either in their teens or older (I haven’t come across any 7 year olds playing this crazy game, at least.) As such, I don’t feel this new site should be censoring/blocking adult content and nsfw. Let the tags do their jobs -- even implement a Safe Mode & parental controls if you have to.

When it comes to what the age restrictions are, can’t y’all just have a captcha or one of those buttons you click that says you’re 13+ or whatever the age needs to be? And there are pretty cool captchas out there, too -- we don’t need something as crazy as what Thaithesims had (for those of y’all who don’t know, it was freaking nuts, trust), but there are others that ask a simple math question, or makes you to click the picture of the vegetable, or some Where’s Waldo looking thing to find all the bicycles or whatever the heck. Y’all’ve seen them, I don’t know.

Again, I don’t even know what goes into making a website, and determining what it can & cant support -- or AFFORD.

And that brings me to Money:

While it’s so exciting and heartening to see different ideas coming out now, honestly, it’s not gonna work when all y’all are all asking for money and donations. That’ll have us scrambling to fund & invest in a million different people’s ideas, until someone gets a site working that we’ll actually use.

Of course we know money is THE issue, and of course websites are Expensive AF™. But it would be more realistic for all y'all to get a site up and running, have us use it and test it out, and once the community gives it our seal of approval, then start doing donation drives to keep the site/servers funded. That’s the way fan-made ad-free sites with adult content like Archive Of Our Own do it; I’ve been subscribed there for years, and they make $100k+ every drive, it’s amazing. Sites like Wikipedia & the Wayback Machine no doubt make more. (Didn’t SimFileShare fund itself to get started? They use ads, though, which might force adult content restrictions like what’s happening with Tumblr.)

I wish I had the disposable income to give to ANY of these fantastic websites that I know and love, just to show my appreciation, but I’m dirt poor, so.... But I just feel that it really shouldn’t be up to users to fund free websites, because that’s hardly better than having to pay for subscriptions to join paid sites. I don’t even like pay for CC, or DLC, or even video games at full price. So any bid for money makes me suck my teeth a bit, frankly speaking.

In Closing:

The Sims community deserves its own space, to freely express ourselves.

The Sims is unique from any other game ever made, because simmers create the stories, simmers create the content, and simmers create the gameplay -- it’s not a linear pre-determined storyline, but a more or less open-ended open-world mechanism by which the gamer decides (and can create) everything from the characters to the plots to the locations.

We’re not just posting pictures on the official forums of our customized Lara, Shepard, Geralt, Arthur Morgan or whoever beating a level or discovering a hidden location. No. We’re creating our own characters and worlds and directives, and sharing art through images, storytelling, and custom content. And we’re sharing a bit of ourselves in the process.

Tumblr used to be the one place we could rely on to embrace our individuality, freedom of speech, agency, expression, and be part of a community that supported us and our content. I don’t want the Sims community to be fractured, and certainly not die out. Y’all have been like family to me, for the 5 years I’ve been on Tumblr, and for almost a whole decade now in the online Sims community -- 2019 will make it 10 years (which is a lot, for an antisocial psychopath like me). If Tumblr fails us, I won’t know where else to go, and it really saddens me. The Sims is a Lifestyle.

So I really hope y’all movers and shakers out there who know about web development can come together, figure things out together, and create a Better, More Positive space for us to enjoy playing and sharing our love of The Sims games.

[wolfthebard]

Vicious Mockery! Ultimate Masters and Company Forgiveness.

Lately Wizards of the Coast has been doing a solid job of their recent Standard sets. With the release of Dominaria, it felt like things were going to go smooth. While the lack of Master Pieces was upsetting, we had a great set. Then came the announcement of the next three sets. All on one of the most recognized planes, Ravnica! How could Wizards possibly fuck this up? First it started off with a Master Piece “Collection” of eight full art Planeswalkers... count that again. Eight. Oh, and you get sixteen whole packs of Guilds of Ravnica. Given, these are how Planeswalkers should always look like. The MSRP was $250.00 USD. That’s what we in the adult life call “Fucking overpriced!” This opened a can of worms, and started a divide in the community. And then just a few days ago Wizards announces the “Final for Now” Masters set. Now Masters sets have had issues, but were an ok Yearly, and then Biannual, product. The main issue, was price and allocation. For an all reprint set meant to get cards into the market, it seems kind of stupid that a price tag is essentially locking people out. Ultimate Masters, the “Final” Masters set ignores the pleas from the community. Instead of lowering the price per pack, allowing more packs to be opened, the price was actually increased.

But hey, it’s got a “cool” box topper!                                         One can understand why a collectible card game would want to make some “higher” end products. This really isn’t how to do it. Not when you’re pricing out a large portion of your fan base. Meanwhile, those box toppers were curling on a live stream. Classy. Now we’ve been all seeing comments like “You don’t have to buy it!” “Just buy singles!”, and the ever lovely “It’s a collectible card game. This is a part of that”. The tipping point though is from Wizards themselves. “This product isn’t for everyone, and that’s ok!” That’s just tone deaf on all kinds of levels. It takes a special kind of loyalty to defend that. That is the issue we’re here to talk about. While I understand the desire for “exclusive” product. The problem is the overall effect that this is causing. That more product is being released at a higher MSRP. Note that Wizards/Hasbro considers the mess that was the Master Piece collection a “success”. It sold out. That’s it. Many people who pre-ordered lost out on orders, or were charged multiple times, etc. Hell, a lot of Scalpers were happy to get their hand on it. The same will happen with Ultimate Masters and similar products going forward. Scalpers, investors, and whales all have the money to purchase these products. For some it’s to control the market. Others, it’s a quick cash grab. The result is that the player base now loses out and Wizards will still consider this a “success”. Even with a small minority defending this poor decision. Wizards will ultimately look to those defending them to keep going with this. Onto the business side of things. Local Games Stores (LGS’) do not buy these at $60 and flip them for $335. Heck most Standard boxes are bought at wholesale at a higher price. No, they buy them at around $120-$150 to sell at that price. With the Amazon Deal, Starcity and other larger online distribution stores now have the ability to sell them at $225-$250. What a great deal! Well except for the little guy. Your local game stores. Yes, of course they’ll ultimately sell them at that price. Because they cannot be saddled with dead product. For those of you who claim to “love” and “support” their LGS, you should pay that MSRP of $335, right? NO! That’s insanity! Your store shouldn’t have to take a loss either. Here’s the fear that myself, local store owners and players have. The precedent has been set. The precedent of charging these outrageous prices and considering it a success. And eventually leading to even more products going towards that route. Imagine buying a pack of Ixalan for $12 or more and pulling a Tree of Redemption. That’s the fear, more overpriced product that is just pushing a large portion of the player base away. Eventually pushing people away from going to their LGS. Losing players and eventually stores closing, especially if they rely heavily on Magic to make ends meet. Again there’s that slap in the face that was Wizard’s reply to customer complaints. Some are taking it as “This is just the beginning”, a beginning that myself and many others are afraid of. I want to end on this note. I won’t be buying this product. I will not encourage people to buy it, nor will I encourage my LGS to stock it. In response to this product, I have seen people advocate for; purchasing of counterfeit cards, using proxies, and boycotting their LGS if they carry Ultimate Masters. I will not advocate, nor support those lines of thinking either. What I will say is this. If you love this game, do not support stupid decisions such as this. Do not support Ultimate Masters. If you love your Local Game Store then support them. Run and generate hype for pauper events. Buy $1 or less cards at those stores for edh. Write articles and be active in the budget MTG community. Draft standard sets or heck, go crazy and do wacky drafts. It helps stores get rid of slow product and it’s a blast.  Most importantly, never defend Wizards of the Coast’s stupid decisions and never forget that this isn’t the first time. Together we can shape this game to be for all players at all levels of income. If this game isn’t accessible for majority of players then ultimately, it dies.

 Wolf-the-Bard

[5hfanfiction]

Round The Corner

Summary: By fate, Lauren ends up working in a florist shop round the corner from a talented street performer. 

*** And there she was again. Lauren paused briefly, contemplating whether or not to approach the girl. She would see her everyday, when she passed by on her way home from work. Lauren loved the way the other girl would skillfully strum her guitar, and she would immediately perk up when she heard her raspy voice. She was beautiful, and incredibly talented too. Being a florist wasn’t easy. It wasn’t about the income, in fact, she was able to purchase a small apartment just round the corner, and a little down the street from her shop. The hardest part about her job would probably be the occasional customer with a horrible attitude, but seeing this special girl at the end of the day always made everything better. Lauren took over this shop when her mother retired, as she always had a special connection to this place. It was located at the corner of a busy street, and Lauren had always believed that under special circumstances, you could bump into your soulmate while rounding a corner. And what better way to introduce yourself than with a bouquet of flowers? Maybe it’s because she’s read way too many romantic novels for her own good, but she genuinely believes that the universe puts people together in crazy ways. *** Now, standing under her umbrella as there was a light drizzle, Lauren was once again amazed at how the girl seemed to be stuck in her own bubble, fully submerged in her own music, so much so as to be oblivious to the fact that she was slowly getting drenched. She took in the girl’s petite form, and before she knew it, she was walking over to her. “Hey,” Lauren started, trying to sound casual but as polite as possible. “You’re really talented. That was an amazing song you played just now,” she said sincerely. Brown eyes lit up before her and the girl gave her a warm smile. “Thank you,” she said, “it really means a lot to me when people appreciate my music.” Lauren shuffled even closer to the girl, tilting her umbrella towards her to provide some cover. The girl looked up in confusion for a second, before understanding flashed across her face. “Oh, shoot! I’m sorry. I was too caught up to realize it was raining,” the girl explained while blushing a little and scrunching up her nose. Lauren let out a soft laugh, her heart swelling at the sight of the girl before her. “It’s okay, but we should really find some shelter now. I think it’s about to pour,” she said, looking up worriedly. As if on cue, lightning flashed across the rapidly darkening sky, and thunder boomed shortly after. The girl let out a yelp before hurriedly packing up her guitar and following Lauren to seek shelter in her flower shop.  *** “Thank you so much,” the girl immediately said once they were safely indoors. The rain was a downpour outside, and Lauren watched as the girl swiped away a few droplets of water from her forehead, and she let her eyes linger on the girl before her as she took in the sight of Lauren’s shop with wide eyes. “Is this your place?” She asked, interested. Lauren nodded. “Wow,” the girl said, sounding a little amazed, “beautiful shop,” she added. Lauren laughed, feeling a slight flutter in her chest as the girl looked towards her. Their eyes met and Lauren looked at her damp hair, rosy cheeks and parted lips and she literally, could not stop thinking of how pretty the girl was. “I’m Lauren, by the way,” she finally introduced herself. The girl gave her a warm smile as she lifted her hand and wiggled her fingers in the air a little. “Hey, I’m Camila,” she replied. Lauren didn’t know how to continue the conversation, so she decided to awkwardly linger in the background as Camila checked out the racks with different flowers. “All these flowers are lovely,” Camila said as she scanned the blossoms and their tags before her. Lauren smiled gently, resisting the urge to tell Camila that she was just as pretty. “Here,” she says as she picks out a stalk of purple flower from a rack and holds it towards Camila. She watches in delight as Camila’s eyes light up, and her heart skips a beat as a huge grin covers the girl’s face. Lauren appreciates the fact that Camila smiles so much, and she can’t help but smile back at her. Little did she know that the purple flower she had passed her was a lilac, which represents the first emotions of love.  *** The next day when Lauren sees Camila, she’s singing an Ed Sheeran song and Lauren is overwhelmed once again by how talented she is. She stops and listens to the girl, waiting for her to finish the song before approaching her. Camila is all-smiles as she greets Lauren, and her smile grows impossibly wider as Lauren compliments her for her singing. She doesn’t forget to thank Lauren for saving her from the rain the previous day, and she realizes she really, really likes the green eyed florist. She wonders why she hadn’t noticed her before, considering her shop was just round the corner from where she stood performing everyday. All too soon, they’re exchanging goodbyes and Lauren is turning the corner, walking back home. Camila picks up her guitar and starts playing her next song, her mind filled with many different shades of green. *** Lauren sees Camila a lot, but they never exchange more than a few words because neither of them can find the courage to strike up a deeper conversation. They just have brief conversations, before Lauren is walking back home again, leaving Camila alone with her guitar and thoughts. Two weeks have passed since that rainy day, and Lauren is walking back home from work when she is met with the sight of Camila and a boy talking. She’s laughing at something he said, and that sight would’ve normally caused her heart to flutter, but this time it felt like someone was deliberately squeezing it instead. The boy was tall, with brown hair and fair skin, and Lauren would’ve thought that he was attractive if she wasn’t so caught up in glaring at him. As she walked past the two, she couldn’t stop cringing at his sad attempts at flirting, but more than that, she couldn’t deny her feelings for the brunette anymore. Camila watched as Lauren walked past her that day. She really wasn’t that entertained by the boy, but he was nice enough and she was too polite to ignore him. She didn’t realize how much she had missed her until she watched her favorite green eyes hurry past her. She almost called out to her, but stopped herself and returned her attention to the boy who was making really bad jokes that she could no longer stand. She couldn’t even remember his name, and when he asked for her number, she politely declined. She didn’t have space in her heart for another. *** Lauren is constantly overwhelmed with thoughts of Camila. She struggles with recounts of the younger girl with the boy, and she feels her heart twist with the recognition that their relationship may never evolve pass what they have now: Friendly acquaintanceship. After all, what does the talented street performer have to do with a florist like her? So when Frances comes into her shop to try and ask her out yet another time, she’s feels herself give in.  Although she feels nothing for him, the look on his face is one she will always remember. She wishes it was Camila who had looked this overjoyed when she said yes to a date proposal instead. *** Lauren looks down at her watch repeatedly when she is out with him. She knows it is a bad decision, but she’s trying so hard to keep Camila out of her head that she feels herself going crazy. Frances is a gentle, kind man. He is a wedding planner, and frequents Lauren’s shop often. He’s confessed to Lauren about his feelings and has asked her out multiple times, only to be politely declined. Lauren thinks she can like him too, if she tries really, really hard. It would be so much better to like someone who liked her back, regardless of how selfish and stupid that may sound. But when she hears him hum along to the live band playing in the restaurant, Lauren knows that there is only one voice she longs to hear. *** It’s been a long time since Camila had come to this stretch of restaurants and cafés to perform. She’s only decided to come here tonight to keep her mind off Lauren, since seeing her round the corner every night only made her want her more. There are many couples on dates here, and Camila sighs, feeling her stomach clench.  And then she sees something that makes her heart drop. It’s the very woman filling her thoughts, with her arm looped around a man next to her. She doesn’t look elated, but seems content. They exchange small smiles and laughter, and in that moment Camila feels her world turn cold. *** It’s been a week since her date with Frances, and Lauren still feels nothing. Instead, she has multiple dreams of the singer round the corner during the night when she sleeps. The younger girl is always beautiful and alluring in her dreams, and Lauren wakes with a start as her longing for the girl grows. Lauren knows what she must do. She must tell Frances the truth: that she feels nothing for him, and that he deserves to be with someone good for him because he deserves to be happy; and to find Camila to tell her what she truly feels. And yet, the younger girl is nowhere to be found when Lauren rounds the corner. *** It’s been more than a month since she has last seen Camila. The empty street corner as she walks home every evening only seems to mock her, and Lauren wishes more than anything to hear the younger girl’s voice again. One evening, she sees a familiar face. It isn’t Camila, but it’s the guy she had seen talking to her all that time ago. He is standing at the exact spot round the corner where Camila used to perform. She pauses, contemplating whether or not to approach him. Eventually she figures out he may know where she was, and so she gathers up her courage to walk to him and asks, “Do you happen to know Camila? The girl who used to perform here every night?” The man pauses, before shaking his head. “I’m only here because I had an errand to run nearby. I’m surprised she isn’t here either,” he replies. Lauren swallows. “So you don’t contact Camila personally?” she asks tentatively. The man shifts awkwardly. “No, I asked for her number once but she rejected me. Said something about already liking someone else.” Something pinches in Lauren’s heart. *** She hasn’t seen Camila in so long, she feels like everything might’ve just been a passing dream. But one evening, with a light drizzle outside, someone comes into her store as she’s about to close for the day. Lauren hasn’t looked up yet before a guitar is strummed, and a familiar voice begins to sing. Lauren freezes, doesn’t dare to look up. But sure enough: there she is. Camila sings gently while strumming her guitar, slowly walking towards her. She is singing of heartbreak and of love, of longing and of dreams. Lauren understands immediately, and feels her heart burst with emotion. She can’t stop the tears that stream down her face. *** They’re on the couch in Lauren’s small apartment. “So you’ve been gone all this time, to write me a song?” Lauren asks with a faint smile on her face. The other girl burrows herself deeper into her arms. “Yes, I saw you with someone else one night,” Camila replies, “I decided I needed to take drastic measures to win your heart.” Lauren pulls her closer, but furrows her brows. “Someone else?” Realization hits her. “You mean Frances? You saw me with him? Why didn’t you come up to me then!” “I don’t know his name! And why would I approach you guys? Weren’t you on a date?” Camila complains. “He asked me on a date because he liked me. I had no feelings for him, I was merely trying to get over you.” Camila frowns, then smiles again. “So you’ve liked me all this while too?” Lauren answers her with a kiss. She is grateful for her florist shop, and she always knew she was right in believing that you could find your soulmate round the corner.  *** a/n: believe it or not, i’ve worked on this fic for 2 years now. 2 years is a mighty long time, i’ve almost lost the motivation to write several times but i am glad that i’ve finally completed it. thank you thank you thank you for reading! and please drop me some feedback if you’d like :) till next time! 

[pisati]

I hate feeling so annoyed by it but my head receptionist has been treating me like the girls in high school did and I can’t quite put a finger on what that means but it’s just. ugh

we got a new girl who does tech and reception back in like January or something and of course when someone is new everyone’s a little wary but welcoming. I wasn’t sure how I felt about her but I didn’t work directly with her enough, and then COVID hit and she ended up on the other team with Alexa. and I’d see Alexa tagging her in things on facebook but when you’re stuck with the same people 12 hours a day you do end up closer to them. whatever, you know?

but since we’ve been back together it feels like the girls on the other team are acting cliquey. at least, Alexa, the tech/receptionist girl, and another newer tech (though she’s honestly really nice and is cool with everyone). I get it, you all were on the same team for months. you got close. but even when we have staff meetings they’ll sit together and talk amongst themselves and won’t include the rest of us, so we’re just awkwardly sitting around while they talk and make their little inside jokes. we weren’t NOT good together as a team on our side, but we didn’t get like that.

Alexa has known I’ve been doing crafting since well before this all started. she knew I’d been tossing around the idea of an etsy shop. I finally made one. I’ve been sewing and crocheting and starting resin and I sewed a TON of masks for the clinic. she’s seen things I’ve posted on facebook and instagram. she’ll say stuff like “oh that’s cool” when I’ve told her about the things I’ve made. which, cool, I don’t need everyone to be enthusiastically supportive. we’re not close friends, I don’t expect her to do anything.

but the tech/reception girl recently started learning how to make resin things and she’s now making custom pet tags; which, cool! that’s awesome! but I’ve seen Alexa share her posts twice now to her own instagram. like “hey go support my coworker and her cute pet tags!”

I just made a facebook page for my shop too and maybe she just hasn’t been on facebook, which, okay, whatever. I literally just made the page so maybe it’s too soon to be bitter about it. but she’s liked the other girl’s facebook page.

and it just stings, you know? I don’t know what I did that she’s suddenly changed in how she sees me. she used to tag me in story posts when we’d share hot chocolate, she called me her work bestie once, we relate on the chronic illness struggles, and I was like, oh, cool, a work friend! that’s always nice to have. but now she rarely talks to me unless there’s something wrong and it feels like she just acts different towards me. it’s so hard to describe. it’s just like fucking high school, and my lab in college. people (women especially for some reason) get all toned-down around me. they aren’t unkind, but they can be somewhat brisk. I can read it on their faces— it’s like they don’t want to be talking to me and are patiently waiting for me to say what I need to say. it makes me so nervous. it’s like they’re just tolerating my presence. they’re being polite because they have to, but I can tell they don’t want me around. Alexa will talk down to me sometimes too and that’s annoying. but there’s something just straight up different about how she treats me now and I’m not a fan.

and the tech/receptionist girl.. I honestly don’t like her much. I gave her a chance. I try to be understanding with new people because I know that I don’t know them. but she literally always seems annoyed. at everyone and everything. all the time. she mumbles and sometimes when I go into treatment to get the techs’ attention for an appointment that’s just arrived, I’ll hear her say something and I can’t tell if she’s acknowledging the appointment or in her own space. she’s gotten annoyed with me and told me to put the check in clipboard on the shelf we put those on when I hesitate because I’m not sure if I got my message across. she couldn’t sound more disinterested when she answers the phone and talks to clients. and I’ve heard her on multiple occasions saying nasty things about clients based on what they look like. I get that some people are rude or weird or whatever but saying shit about them just based on their looks? fuck off with that. she was ranting to me a few weeks ago about how their team felt like they were cleaning up my team’s mistakes during split shifts and they were acting like we were so incompetent. a few times she mentioned split shifts and mentioned our team in a negative way. and I told her, “...well, we felt the same way about you guys”.

and everyone that was on her team adores her. they think her attitude is endearing. I get that things are frustrating and now you have a baby with your boyfriend at 23 and you’re making a tech salary which isn’t a lot and you have to commute from another state, but don’t make your annoyance everyone else’s problem. but she makes funny quips sometimes so they like her.

last night I was closing with the other head receptionist. it wasn’t terribly busy last night even though it was crazy in the morning, and we were feeling kind of bored. I was trying to stay on top of scans and emails all day and I finally caught up by close. she let me go home not long after because our last few appointments were still there and she took today off anyway. this morning I woke up to a text to the reception group asking if surgery paperwork got done. the receptionist I was working with was like “oh shit, sorry, and I even stayed late!” no response. I sent an “oh no I forgot too, I’m sorry”. and Alexa texted a whole paragraph like “Lou said it wasn’t busy last night and this morning has been crazy and there was a whole pile of scans this morning too”

you know what? you’re right. it wasn’t busy last night. we both should have remembered to check for drop off paperwork but we didn’t. that was my mistake before I left, and that was also Tricia’s mistake because she closed up shop and should have taken stock. but when I left there were no scans to be done. maybe two, but I had already clocked out and Tricia could have easily scanned and attached them. the techs bring up papers to scan after we close, it’s not like I’m just leaving them there intentionally for morning staff just to fuck everyone over with more stupid busy work. and I know for a FACT that the new girl told Alexa it wasn’t busy last night because she was there and she’s been taking every opportunity she can to say shit about us because of all these assumptions she’s made since we were on split teams. acting like we’re just partying it up and being lazy on purpose. she’s ranted to me about how she thinks Tricia stays late intentionally to get more hours because there’s nothing to do after close. I wouldn’t know if that’s true but it’s annoying as hell that she just makes shit up in her head and gets herself all worked up about it.

surgery paperwork is a morning thing too. nobody told us it hadn’t been done. yes, we should have checked, and that’s our mistake. but Alexa has dropped the ball in the morning and I’ve texted her after close like “did the paperwork get done?” and she’s been like “oh shit sorry no” and I fucking take care of it without complaining because that’s my job. I get it. people forget things. lord knows I do. there was one day the doctors got really annoyed at me because sending out negative fecal test results is a reception job and none of the result emails got sent. I wasn’t there that morning and labs are a morning thing, so I didn’t know why they hadn’t gotten sent. I looked into it, none of the fecal labs had downloaded to the computer system, so it looked like they hadn’t come in yet. but the doctors showed me the actual lab website, which had the results. that had in fact come in. Alexa should know to check that, she has the login information printed out and on the front desk and she’s also been a vet receptionist for 8 years and should know about the lab site, but it didn’t happen. so I had to stay late and go through all the fecal results that had come back and send out the emails. I didn’t even know that that had happened because, again, morning thing, not my job as a closer, but I took care of it anyway because my job IS to pick up where my coworkers drop the ball. I didn’t get annoyed (at least not THAT annoyed) and I didn’t point fingers or act like anyone was being lazy. because that’s my fucking job.

so I didn’t much appreciate this morning being made to feel like we were just being lazy and like we didn’t just genuinely forget to do the drop off paperwork. we know how stressful the head vet’s surgery days are (which, of course that would be today). she always has 3-5 procedures and today there were 4 and two drop offs for ultrasounds. we didn’t just not do the paperwork to spite the morning staff. I wouldn’t do that to anyone intentionally. but they sure are fucking acting like it.

the head vet told me something back in April when she and Tricia pulled me in for that meeting that really stuck with me: assume best intentions. assume competence. she told me that the other reception team had gotten really annoyed with us one thursday when they came in after we’d had our last day and there was a whole pile of faxes that needed to be sent, and they were mad that we just left it for them. we hadn’t. the doctors just didn’t put those up there until after we left. and that changed my attitude considerably. I had been getting annoyed at the other team for doing similar things. but I tried to remind myself that they were probably doing their best too and everyone drops the ball sometimes. the head vet brought that up at our last staff meeting too and I wish those two had thought about it more. they just prefer to point fingers I guess.

I’m just annoyed. I hate feeling like this. I hate feeling shunned by people when I don’t even know what I did. literally all the girls in high school acted like that towards me. they wouldn’t give me the time of day if they didn’t have to. I don’t know what Alexa has in her head about me now but I’m sure whatever it is is wrong. and I’m sick of thinking about it. I shouldn’t even give her the real estate in my brain. I should focus on the people that do like me instead of searching for reasons why others don’t. I don’t know what she likes so much about that new girl but I don’t really care either. they can go off and be cliquey and I’ll just keep actually trying to be nice and understanding towards everyone.

it’s funny too because I have a feeling Alexa is annoyed about me posting about my fatigue on instagram stories, thinking I don’t have it as bad as she does because she has MS. I didn’t lose sight in one eye temporarily and I don’t have brain lesions and I don’t have a ton of meds I have to be on and I don’t get the MS hug or painsomnia or whatever else, so obviously I shouldn’t complain. but she complains all the fucking time. half her instagram stories are her complaining about being in pain and not being able to sleep, you know, the same thing I also have issues with. 50% of what she posts is MS related and the other 50% is about how much she misses california. maybe I just don’t have it as bad in her eyes because my illness isn’t my entire personality. I try not to complain about it and I try to push myself to my own detriment because I have a job and that job entails being a functioning cog in a whole machine.

I don’t know. I think I’m going to take a week off next month with my PTO. just catch up with myself. I haven’t had an actual break since I started this fucking job. I’ve been lucky with a few 3 day weekends but that’s it. we get one day off for holidays. the actual holiday. I’m a little nervous to ask for a whole week but fuck it. I’ve been at the clinic for 14 months now and haven’t asked for any time off for anything that wasn’t medical-related. I deserve a fucking week.

[babylon-bitch]

Just Friends ~ Looking Back On Memories (part 46)

Harper White is best friends with Luke Hemmings, they always have been. Not only is she friends with the rockstar, but with the rest of 5 Seconds Of Summer, as well as a really nice girl named Erika.

Harper has a few secrets, she can play all the instruments the boys play and many more. It’s a talent she has kept hidden, only very few people know.

What will happen to the six teens, wondering around the world together?

***

The airport is bursting with life, sleepy, busy, cranky, bored, uncomfortable, and happy people; somthing I can’t seem to feel anymore.

It’s pitch black outside, the lights inside this building remind of school, and I’ve been waiting for someone to pick me up for an hour. So with that, I’m not in the best mood and I’ve got a sore bum.

I’ve got week off from university, and my parents insisted that I come home for the week. I’d rather not, and instead forget everything around me by playing/creating music or going out to parties. Not sitting on my arse all week, looking at everything and being reminded of the memories of him.

He’s not even here, I haven’t talked to him in ages, let alone seen him, yet he’s controlling me and making my life hell, just by being him.

I haven’t spoken to Michael, Ashton, Calum, Erika or Maddie in ages, and I kinda miss them. In a way, I’m greatful I’m not in contact with them, I’d just get reminders of all these memories that I couldn’t handle. Plus, if I talked to any of the boys, they’d transfer everything I’d say, to Luke, and I don’t want anything to do with him.

Luke’s stopped talking to me, the last text I got from him was a day after we talked on the phone. I couldn’t be anymore greatful for that, I can finally get on with my life without looking back anymore. Most of my memories include Luke, most of them are good, and I sometimes have to remind myself that he’s not in my life anymore, then it all hits me harder than the last time.

I don’t think it’s ever gonna be possible for me to not think about him at least 500 times a day. He was such a big part of my life, so to not have someone have this big chunk of my heart is excruciating emotional pain. He never gave it back though, he tore it up and stomped on it, then expected me to either mend the shards myself or think I’ll be fine without that key piece.

I’m constantly bearing this heavy feeling in my chest, and I haven’t lost it ever since we were on that damn trampoline back in Australia.

“Harper?” Someone questions behind me.

Whipping my head around and see a girl who is around 14 or 15.

“Oh, hey.” I plaster on a fake smile.

“Hi! I’m such a huge fan, and I’m sorry if I’m bothering you, because it’s really early.” She apologises.

“It’s fine.” I chuckle.

“Can I get a picture?” She asks.

“Of course.” I agree and bend down slightly to get to her level.

I put on a fake ass smile and wait for her to take the picture. The only times I’ve smiled recently is when I think back on memories of Luke and I, but I usually end up crying after that, or when I’m watching tv or somthing.

“Thank you so much, I love you and Erika so much, even though I’m a little sad that you don’t actually make videos together anymore.” She sighs.

“Yeah me too, maybe we can make a video soon.” I shrug.

“That would make my year! Please you have to.” She begs.

“I’ll see what I can sort out.” I wink.

“I saw Luke’s post, and I’m so sorry. You guys were utter goals for many of us, it was such a shock to all of us.” She says.

“It was kinda a shock to me too, but it’s in the past and it had to happen.” You tell her.

“I should get going, my parents are probably expecting me, love you!” She grins and I wave at her with a small smile.

I wish I could brush all this off as easy as I brushed that off.

Sighing and turning around, making my way outside to get some fresh air. You would’ve thought that my Mum or at least someone would remember what time my flight comes in, but no, I had to call and text my Mum and my Dad multiple times to come pick me up.

I still don’t get why I have to be here, Angus and Josh don’t have to, so why me?

Sitting on my suitcase and rolling back and forth to find some kind of amusement. I can’t go on my phone or I’ll end up crying or just be in a really fowl mood. I had to hide the Twitter app, because that’s where I follow most fan accounts and post more.

It’s been so hard seeing his name everywhere, seeing pictures of him everywhere, being sent things about him, it feels like I’m poking a bruise every time I see these things.

I haven’t tweeted, posted anything on Instagram for weeks, I’ve posted videos on YouTube, but I haven’t dared to look at the comments.

Seeing the familiar short woman walk towards me with a big smile and sympathetic eyes.

“I’m so sorry we forgot what time your flight was, we thought it was tomorrow at 2:15 in the morning.” She apologises and pulls me into a hug.

“I slept a lot on the plane anyway so I’m not that tired.” I shrug.

“Again, sorry.”

“Where’s dad?” I ask.

“He’s still in bed.” She chuckles.

“It is 3:30, can you blame him?”

“True.” She nods and helps me put my suitcase in the back.

“Thanks.” I mutter and walk towards the passenger seat.

“How have you been?” She asks as she turns the engine on.

“Fine.” I say what I’ve rehearsed for the past couple months.

“So, your birthday is coming up soon…” She trails off.

“Oh shit, yeah.” I realise.

Am I really gonna be 19 in a few days?

“Got any plans?” She asks.

“No, I’m going back home the day after so I don’t wanna do anything too crazy.” I tell her.

“Okay, what do you want?” She questions.

Happiness? Self-esteem? Confidence? Mental stability?

“I don’t know, Mum.” I shrug.

“Well have a think about it, you’ve only got a few days.”

“Can I have an Ashley Purdy?” I ask.

***

“But I’m trying too hard again.” I sing. “Wait, no, get out of my head.” I scold myself.

Do you know how hard it is not to sing such great songs? I’ve had to delete all of their songs from my playlist, but somtimese I put a daily mix on and their songs come on and I can’t stop myself from not listening just to hear his voice again.

“Hey, Harper, I just got a load of film developed from the past couple of years, including some disposable cameras from your room, so if you want to have a look at them, they’re in a box in the living room.” My mum walks into my room.

“Uh okay, are there any pictures of, uhm, Luke?” I ask with a shaky voice.

“There’s a few, he’s been part of your life for a long time, there’s bound to be a few, love.” She sympathetically smiles.

I nod and stand up, I can’t let him do this to me for all of my life.

Walking into the lounge and being hit with nostalgia, but I try to reel myself away from getting sucked into those memories making me feel like it’s real but it’s just a false reality.

Who am I kidding? I’m about to look at a load of pictures from the past few years, I’m gonna choke on the nostalgia.

Standing over the box, I already get faced by his stupid gorgeous face.

“What? Gonna break my heart again? You’ve already done it, so how hard could it be to do it again?” I spit at the picture.

“What am I doing with my life? I’m talking to a damn picture of my ex boyfriend.” I bitterly chuckle at myself.

“You have no idea how much I wanna rip you to shreds but then stick you together again.”

“I really have to let you go.” I sigh and pick up a stack of pictures.

“The oldest ones are at the front and they go back to when you were 15 or 16.” My mum calls from the kitchen.

I nod, even though she can’t see me, and put the stack back, grabbing a stack from the front.

This looks like when I was 16, when I was at one of my lowest points, and to be honest, I’m walking along that edge of falling down a very deep, dark hole, whilst the Jaws theme tune plays, and it’s gonna take a really long time to climb out again.

I wouldn’t say I’m depressed, I haven’t given myself time to get there, I’ve just busied myself away from that sticky situation, but saying that, I might of fallen in that hole a long time ago, I just haven’t noticed, and I’ve mistaken this heavy feeling in my chest for heartbreak, not depression.

I even hate that damn fucking word.

Going through a few photos, they are just of my family or of the cat, then skimming past a few until I find some of me, not to sound vain or anything.

“Oh my god, I haven’t seen this in ages.” I chuckle.

It’s a picture of Michael, Luke, and I, we’re all wearing these funny sunglasses, paint and pen on our faces,  have customized shirts on and are in mid laugh. I think it was some fundraiser thing at school. I vividly remember drawing a dick on Michael’s cheek.

Taking a picture of the photo on my phone, which may not be very wise to do for the long run, but I don’t care much right now.

“Remember this photo?” I ask my mum with a smile when she walks past.

“Oh my God yeah, it took ages to get that paint and pen off your bodies.” She laughs.

“Luke and I spent about 2 hours in the bathroom scrubbing each others faces.” I smile at the memory. The first genuine smile in a while.

I have to post this, I need to share it with someone. Revealing the app again, not daring to read anything, but just clicking the small circle in the corner and attaching the picture, with the caption: ultimate throw back 😂.

Not tagging either of them, just posting it, not expecting anything to come out of it, it’s just a picture after all.

Putting my phone down after I posted it on instagram too and going back to the pictures.

One of me and Erika, we were at a party or something and Ashton brought a camera out, so we took some pictures together, nothing too special about it, but we looked happy, despite me being so down that whole time.

After skipping a few, just of me and the boys and just Erika at the time, or of the boys alone. I go through a stacks or two, before I get to when I was 17, that was quite a good year, I had a budding relationship with Luke and made some good memories with even better people.

Picking up a new stack and leaning back on the sofa. Straight off the bat, I’m faced with a heart breaking picture of me and Luke. Luke’s looking at the camera whilst I’m looking at him, I’m not sure if I was waiting to see what he was doing or if was just looking at him randomly, but you can literally see the love in my eyes. We weren’t even dating then, we were still just friends.

Putting that to the back, then looking at the next one, it’s just of Luke, very candid, he is playing guitar, looking very determined/concentrated. It’s very Luke.

The one after that is another one of Luke and I, if I can remember correctly, I think we were at Calum’s house for a party in celebration for something. I’m pressed up against the wall, Luke’s forearm is above my head on the wall, his whole body is inches away from mine, and we’ve both got smirks on our faces. We’d probably had a bit to drink and were flirting a little.  

If only they knew what would happen to them.

Putting that to the back again and a small smile grows on my face when I see the one next to it. Luke and I are standing somewhere I don’t recognise, and our arms are wrapped around each other, Luke’s kissing my cheek but you can see he is smiling into it, he is holding my chin, and I’ve got a big smile going on.

Aw, so naive.

After a while of going through stacks of pictures, I didn’t know how big of a lump was in my throat when my Dad said hello to me.

I’ve early finished going through the age of 17, I’ve just put back a stack from halloween and a little after that.

Pulling out a new bunch, and my breathing hitches as I see the first one. It’s from the time we went to Dubai, where it all started; where all this mess started. The Sun is setting, the clouds are all pink, Luke’s standing beind me while I’m standing in front of him, and he’s kissing my head as I’m taking a picture of the sky for my Instagram.

I think the only person who knows that Luke was doing that to me whilst that picture was taken is the person who is behind the camera.

Going through a couple more, until I find another one of Luke and I. I remember this moment vividly, Luke is standing next to me, but facing me and he just whispered something in my ear, it was a stupid dirty joke that I can’t remember, then he laughed when I finally got it, and placed his hands on my stomach and back, pulling me closer towards him. Suddenly someone came up towards us, I think it was my Mum, and she said ‘cheese’ as Luke kissed my cheek, so he quickly whipped his head towards the camera, having a big grin on his face.

Looking at a few more until I realise I’m crying, seeing a few droplets splash onto the picture of Luke and I, he’s looking at me whilst I’m looking at the camera, you can see the love in his eyes.

If he loved me so much, why did he throw my heart away as if it didn’t matter to him?

Luke’s P.O.V.

“Has anyone seen Harper’s Twitter?” Calum breaks the silence.

“No?” I question.

“Go have a look.” He gestures.

I give him a sceptical glance before typing in her all too familiar username into Twitter, clicking on her profile and wait for it to load for a few seconds- the internet is shit here.

My breathing stops and a smile makes it’s way onto my face.

“Awww, I remember that.” I chuckle.

“I’m looking good.” Michael laughs.

“Nice hair, Mike.” Calum says.

“Where?” Ashton speaks up and I show him my phone. “Aw, look at these three cuties.” He cooes.

“Shut up.” Michael and I say in unison.

“Where was Calum?” Ashton asks.

“I’m not sure, but he definitely wasn’t there that day.” I shrug.

“It took me ages to get that shit off, how long did it take for you guys to get it off?” Michael questions.

“It took us hours, we were in her bathroom for hours, just scrubbing each others faces, arms, and legs. I think the process would’ve sped up if we weren’t together, half the time we were just messing around.” I laugh at the memory.

“Didn’t Harper draw a dick on my face?” Michael asks.

“Probably.” I smile.

I’m not sure when the last time I properly smiled and laughed was- probably when I was with her. It feels so good to feel happiness again, even better because she caused it, but it also feels bad because she’s no longer with me, and I can’t relive these memories with her.

That was one of my favourite things to do with her; relive memories. We have so many together, that there’s endless amounts of hours that could be spent reliving these memories.

I think that plays a big part in why this hurts so much, I’ve known her my whole life, I’ve got far too many memories of her for me to be okay with that.

***

“Oooooh, Australian air!” Michael excitedly says and runs off.

“What a child.” Ashton shakes his head.

“Yeah.” I agree.

“Hey, if you weren’t so sad, you’d be with him, most likely in front of him.” Calum points out.

“Shut up.” I mutter and go on my phone.

We’ve come back to Australia for a few days for a mini break. We’re all a little homesick I think, so it will do us all good, and to refresh our minds.

“Luke!” My mum grins and pulls me into a motherly hug.

“Mum!” I mock and wrap my arms around her shoulders.

“How have you been?” She asks pulling me back, keeping her hands on my arms.

“Alright.” I dismiss and she looks at me sympathetically.

“You have to deal with this at some point, Luke. You can’t just keep brushing it under the rug.” She tells me.

“I know mum, can we just go home? I’m tired.”

“Whatever, come on.” She gestures with a nod.

“Bye guys, I’ll see you later or something.” I say the boys and they all wave with a small smile.

We walk away from the airport, and head back towards the place where it all started.

We’ve been in the car for a while now, I’ve just had my headphones in the majority of the time.

“How does it feel to be back home again?” My mum asks as we turn into our road.

“Uhh,” I pause as we are coming up to Harper’s house, looking at her window, the sun shining in, making an orange tinge light it all up. Her car is still the on the driveway, I remember the times we would drive around if we were bored or couldn’t sleep, and just play really loud music, singing along together, we’d usually drive to a fast food place, and eat, talking about whatever comes to mind. I must be imagining it, but I could’ve sworn I just saw her or someone very similar walk past the window.

I really need to sleep.

“Luke?” My mum interrupts my thoughts.

“Oh yeah, uh, it feels good to be here again.” I nod.

“It’s her birthday tomorrow, isn’t it?” She points out.

“Yep.” I say and look at my lap.

“Are you gonna wish a happy birthday?” She gingerly asks.

“Probably not, uh, yeah, probably not.”

“What’s the worst that can happen, Luke?” She questions as she pulls into our house.

“I can’t do it Mum, I can’t bring myself to do it.” I dismiss and slam the car door behind me, before making my way to my room.

[senpaiknowsbest666]

New Years // One shot

Summary: Y/N does not believe in soulmates or relationships in general. Namjoon is the opposite, he’s a hopeless romantic who just wants to find his soulmate. What happens if y/n and Namjoon meet on the day they least expect it?

Word Count: 1.7k

According to the universe, your true destiny is to be with your soulmate. When a baby is born there is a time and date written on their wrist, which shows when they will meet their soulmate. Male or female, friends or lovers you are destined to be with that person. Since the moment that they are born they are taught that it is essential that you find your soulmate, that way you are complete. According to Egyptian-Greek mythology, soulmates are people who were once one but were separated and now wander the earth in search of their long lost soulmate so they can reunite their incomplete souls and become one again.

12/31

Except you didn’t believe that crap. See soulmates were cool and all but it was all a load of crap. The moment you were born and your date and time said 12/31 and 1/1 you knew you were screwed. Your parents and friends thought that this was the most special date to meet your soulmate... on New Years. Except you didn’t buy this soulmate crap. Unfortunately you didn’t know the year you were going to meet your soulmate so you decided that every year you would lock yourself in some kind of goddamn confinement so that you could avoid this whole mess.

You were not going to meet your soulmate on New Years and you would prove it.

Not today fate, not fucking today...

You lied on your velvet soft couch in your apartment. Your cat curled at your side silently purring as you scratched her ears, music silently booming inside and outside in the cold. You could see the faint of the lights hit your wall. Annoyed, you walked up and rolled down your blinds.

I can’t believe people actually party outside in this freaking weather, you thought.

For the past twenty three years of your life, you have managed to stay in your house every single new years and to your delight you see no one for almost 48 hours. You’ve always rejected partying and hanging out with friends on this holiday in order to avoid the chances of meeting your soulmate. Actually you’ve avoided every single opportunity in general to meet a potential partner. While your friends are friendly and outgoing, you stay home and binge watch Netflix until you see shame staring back at you from the black screen.

It’s not like you doesn’t want to be in a relationship or anything it’s just that you’ve had so many shitty experiences that it’s better to shield yourself rather than to let someone in when you know that they’re just going to walk out anyways.

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Namjoon didn’t want to work on New Years.

He wanted to take the night off and work on his music. He hadn’t had a chance to touch his laptop since last week and he was going crazy. Sometimes he thought of becoming a doctor like his mom had told him too, but he knew that his dream was to make music. It had always been a passion of his that he wanted to turn into a reality.

Unfortunately this decision to become a music producer was a difficult one. Living in a city on his own for the first time at twenty one years old gave him a sense of freedom but responsibility too. Unfortunately he worked as a full time pizza delivery driver. A clumsy one too. Sometimes giving the wrong pizza to the wrong customers or even slipping from the bike and the pizza flying to who knows where.

New Years was always the busiest and despite his protests that he would rather be a server tonight, here he was stuck doing delivering again. The worst part was the he didn’t drive a car, but a scooter. During the winter, Namjoon would risk his life just to delivery a pizza. Honestly he wouldn’t be surprised if he died at twenty one because of this stupid pizza job.

After returning from a job across the city, Namjoon went to the back room and fell into the soft cushions of the burgundy beat up couch. His cheeks and the tips of his ears were a hint of red and a small layer of sweat surrounding his forehead. He closed his eyes of exhaustion.

Finally, just two seconds of-

“Joonie~~~”, someone cooed.

Yup, times up

“Joonie~~~” cooed Jimin again. Jimin rested his hip against the wall. Jimin was his co-worker who was always in a energetic mood and Namjoon hated it. Jimin was wearing all black with his red apron standing out and topping it with his gold name tag. He ran his fingers through his hair which always drove the female customers crazy. He always wondered why so many female customers came in and why Jimin was always the waiter.

“It’s so cold outside I thought I would just drop dead from the cold”, Namjoon said as he rubbed his eyes.

“At least you’re not out there man. It’s so packed and it’s only Taehyung and I”, Jimin said as he ran his fingers through his hair. Again.

“Dude you have got to stop running your fingers through your hair you’re driving me insane!”

“Don’t tell me this turns you on too Joonie”, Jimin responded as he winked at Namjoon. Namjoon groaned and sank more into the couch.

“I actually came out the tell you that we have another order out for delivery. This one random guy but I could barely hear him through the phone with the music blasting in the background”, Jimin said as he handed the directions to Namjoon, “Have fun my love~~~”

“Do that one more time and I will literally kick your ass”, Namjoon shouted as he saw Jimin smirk before disappearing into the the abyss of the full restaurant.

He gave on more sigh before picking up the food and walking outside to his scooter. As he was walking outside he saw multiple people partying out in the cold.

They’re crazy for partying outside like this

His eyes finally settled on a couple who were gazing into each other’s eyes like the whole world was empty and they were the only ones there. He gave the couple one more look before walking away. Namjoon couldn’t wait to find his soulmate, someone who would complete him seemed like the best dream that anyone could ask for.

After all he is supposed to meet his soulmate on New Years.

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You couldn’t take it anymore. Your neighbours music was too loud for you to even hear your own TV. You weren’t usually the one to tell your neighbours to shut the hell up, but this was insane. All you wanted was a peaceful New Years where you could finish your crime TV show in peace.

You stood up and slipped on a large hoodie over your body and walked over to the door and opened it wide open. What you didn’t realize is that once your cat saw that the door was open, its was like an opportunity of a lifetime and your cat took it. Then the damn cat bolted out the apartment.

“Shit”, you mumbled under your breath. You took off running towards the cat who went running down the hallway.

Namjoon pressed the twentieth floor button on the elevator carrying a 2 large pizzas, cheesy bread and mozzarella sauce. Namjoon watched as the elevator closed in front of him and saw his reflection looking back at him.

I should really start sleeping earlier, Namjoon thought as he saw his eye bags.

“What time is it?”, Namjoon mumbled under his breath as he lifted his watch to see the time.

11:58 p.m. Great just this last delivery and I can go home, he thought. He waited inside the cramped elevator until the little light glowed 20.

Your slippers were slippery against the hard tiled floor. And to top that your cat was running insanely fast the even you were impressed about how fast the fat cat was going.

I’m gonna kill that cat once I get my hands around her neck

Namjoon walked out of the elevator only to accidentally bump into someone.

“Sorry I-”, Namjoon began as he saw the person he ran into. What he didn’t see was how pretty she was and how a small blush appeared on her face.

“No it’s my fault, I should’ve seen where I was going sorry. Happy New Years!”, she said as she walked into the elevator.

Namjoon was lost of words. That’s right! It must be New Year’s already! Wait… then that means…

As Namjoon turned around he saw the elevator closed he knew that she must be his soulmate. As he turned around to press the elevator button he looked down and saw a cat run by him at full speed.

“What the--”, before Namjoon finished his sentenced there was a full grown women who body slammed into him.

You weren’t expecting to body slam into someone. All you did was turn one corner and next thing you know your on the ground covered in pizza and mozzarella with cheese sticks all over the ground. The hot mozzarella was on your hair as you looked across to the person you ran into.

Namjoon didn’t see it coming, it was so fast and it literally swept him off his feet. He looked up to see what he crashed into. But it wasn’t an object… but a person. He looked wide eyed at the girl who he ran into, her hair covered in cheese and slices of pepperoni. She lifted her head and your eyes met.

No one’s ever looked so beautiful with mozzarella sauce in their hair, he thought.

3...

Is it…

2...

You?

1...

Once their eyes met a loud chant of ‘Happy New Years!’ was heard amongst them. Suddenly fireworks were heard and people shouting and yelling. People crowded the hallways dancing, kissing, and hugging as they celebrated the new years, except for y/n and Namjoon.

The clock struck midnight and infront of Namjoon was his soulmate. It has to be, this isn’t a coincidence she has to be his soulmate. Namjoon was going to say something but once he opened his mouth  the cat that he saw running by pounced on his face eating a pepperoni on his cheek.

Well shit

Authors note: Hello! This is my first fic ever! Sorry if my fic is bad I’m still new to this but I really want to put my ideas for others to read! I would love if you guys gave me feedback, there’s a few other projects that I have in mind so let me know if you guys would be interested in reading them! Thank you guys!

Much love, S