#drawing forthing happy rn. my heart

[wildtornado-o]

Nothing quite as healing as drawing characters dancing

[hxrnyforsturns]

the best part C.S

fluff, making out, brief nudity

a/n: my second fic!! it's a small little story i was in a fluffy mood so i'm writing one of the most romantic things in my opinion. this is like my dream lmfao.

orange chris

pink y/n

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4:37 am

today was the day i have dreamed of since i was a little girl. no not my wedding but i have always wanted to go on a sunrise date with my dream boyfriend. i'm glad to say i'm finally fulfilling this with chris.

i put on my- i mean chris's favorite dark green hoodie ,that was oversized on me,on with nothing but a black bra under, along with my grey sweatpants and my sneakers. i put on my glasses knowing i didn't have the energy to put on contacts this early in the morning. i grabbed my car keys and flipped my hood over my hair to hide the fact i didn't style it.

hey ml im omw to ur house rn

should be there in about 4 mins💞

i'm up and ready baby i'll be waiting outside for u❤️

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before i went to chris's house, i picked up a chocolate donut for him and a strawberry for me along with two iced coffees. i put on me and chris shared playlist. playing my favorite song, the best part by daniel ceaser. it reminded me of chris so much.

i pulled into the driveway and he almost immediately jumped in the passenger seat.

"hello my sweet boy!"

"hi my love! you got me my favorite!"

"only the best for my baby"

"oh nice sweat shirt where did you get it"

"it's so comfy you can't blame me"

"well it looks better on you anyway"

i could tell he just woke up because his voice was still groggy. he was rubbing his eyes trying to wake up. he was wearing nike grey sweats with a purple hoodie. we shared a quick kiss as i ran my fingers through his hair. one of my favorite things about him is how he lets me play with his hair. i remember he used to be sensitive about his hair and didn't let anyone touch it. we continued to sing our favorite song by daniel ceaser.

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we arrive to our spot. he asked me out here, he apologized to me here, he took pictures of us that are currently his wallpaper here. it was a very special place to us. it was still a bit dark out as we were waiting for the sunrise. we brought blankets and cuddled up in them. i brought my speaker and continued to play our playlist. we got our drinks and donuts and shared them together.

"have i told you this is my dream date"

"only 5 times "

"stopp! you don't understand how much this means to me."

"i couldn't be happier to share it with you."

chris grazes my thigh with one hand drawing little shapes. the other hand he was stroking my cheek.

"I just wanted to say thank you"

"anything for you."

he pulls me into a kiss. his soft fruity flavored lips gently press against mine. little moans escaping my mouth. I explained to him earlier that i didn't want this to be to sexual so i knew he would just keep this at making out. i run my hands through his hair,while in passionate kissed we whisper "i love you " back and forth to each other as we slowly catch our breath. i pull my sweatshirt over my head exposing my black bra.

"i thought we weren't"

"we aren't. i'm just hot"

he left one hand caressing my cheek and the other placing his hand on my almost exposed breast.

"i can feel your heart beat"

"it gets like this whenever around you. wow you don't realize the impact you have on me do you"

"i guess i don't, but you do know you make my heart beat faster whenever i see you."

"really?"

"yeah, your the most amazing person i've ever met and i'm so glad i'm spending my life with you."

happy tears start to flood my eyes as i pull him in for another kiss with chris. he pulls me in to cuddle as we watch the sunrise and get into more conversation. i wish i could spend the rest of my life with him.

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the sunrise was the most beautiful i've seen. we took more amazing photos. we drove back to chris's house and took a nap together.

[huntingingoodwill]

I am DEFINITELY interested in another post ab travel journalist Emmett that's a million words long!!! but don't feel like you have to if you find me asking AGAIN super annoying x

i'm just super obsessed with this concept and idea! 🥲 your mind is brilliant 💓💓

hey babe sorry i took so long to respond! im trying to kick school’s ass rn but at the moment we’re equally matched

PLEASE you are not annoying!!! i always love yapping on here

AND THANK YOU 😭😭 you’re too sweet

emmett sadness beneath the cut

- i yapped about this so much with my dear old pal rue when i first came up with it

- im soooo inspired by tibetan pop stars by hop along because a lot of the lyrics feel very journalist emmett coded… the sort of distance and longing in the lyrics is very reflective of what he feels and what reader feels toward him in the au

- after he leaves he gets on a plane and flies off to some distant location. he has to really rough it out this time. but he doesn’t care. he’s used to having to tough it out, and this time he just wants to delve straight into it to forget all about you. a part of him treats it as just punishment too, for what he did.

- he has a local guide and interpreter, hired by the publication he works for, bring him around for this trip.

- he rows through rivers that cut through jungles, hikes through vast deserts, visits bustling city centres, drives out to rural towns. throughout all of this all he can think of is you. his guide catches that faraway look in his eye.

- the guide draws it out of emmett one night, their faces lit by campfire in the middle of vast, empty terrain. the guide tells a campfire story beneath a sky full of stars. one of love. he doesn’t say it, but emmett knows what he’s trying to say. he’s telling him to go after you. life is too short.

- that night, he writes you a note, just a piece of paper with the addresses of the stops on his journey, and a plea for you to forgive him and write.

- he’s nervous the whole journey toward the next stop. but then he arrives, and there’s a letter waiting for him.

- you write about how happy you are to hear from him again. that he’s safe. you tell him all will be forgiven if he can have it in him to come home, and stay, this time. no more running away. if he can write that promise to you, it’s all it’ll take for you to not give up on him.

- you start writing back and forth. your letters are heartbreakingly earnest. he tries to be honest and sincere, but he can’t. he tries. pages and pages of words, scribbled out smudged ink crumpled into waste paper baskets and scattered across borders in hotels, left on the tables in seedy restaurants and cafes, burned in kerosene lamps and campfires. he sends short notes, words scribbled on the back of photographs. his responses get slower, more sparse. one day, he stops writing back. he can’t find the words.

- you send a few more letters, but they slow down, and stop, eventually.

- he runs for another year.

- he tries avoiding going back to the city where he met you. but he’s called there on assignment, eventually.

- he’s walking down the street when he bumps into his old friend, the one whose house he had crashed in when he had met you.

- just seeing him makes emmett cringe. he invites emmett over for dinner. he’s reluctant, but his friend drags him back toward the house, the same house that makes his heart pound when he sees the facade of it and remembers all that went on within it,

- there’s too many people. there’s chatter, and everyone’s patting his friend on the back and congratulating him. it’s an engagement dinner, and the atmosphere is so suffocating emmett feels faint

- someone makes a quip about the lovely bride approaching. he turns to look up the stairs and sees you come down them, his heart dropping to his feet as the room cheers

- you smile at him. “hello, stranger.”

- he resents you for this, just a little. not nearly as much as he loves and misses you. you know this. you had resented him for a while, too, after he left.

- he tries, desperately, to kiss you in the kitchen. you push him away. you tell him it’s too late. you ask why he couldn’t have come home for you. you ask why he didn’t write back.

- he doesn’t know why. he just couldn’t.

- he leaves through the kitchen door and runs away, again.

this is so emo for no reason but i hope u enjoy!!!!!

[the-bau-quinjet]

You're Just Like Her

Summary: Hotch x daughter!reader request! Hotch comes home after a case and hears you singing a song you wrote to Jack.

Warnings: death of a parent (Haley), this is sad boi hours rn but like a happy kind of sad

Word count: 1094

a/n: I used two Olivia Rodrigo song's in this one :) I expected it to be sad, but I didn't think I'd cry while writing is...

Masterlist

Hotch's favorite thing about finishing a case is being able to come home to you and Jack. Often times, when the two of you are already asleep, he will stand in your doorway and just watch you sleep. This time, it's a bit earlier. So long as traffic isn't too bad, he should get home before either of you are asleep.

As expected, the lights are still on throughout the house when he pulls into the driveway. When he finally walks through the door after a week of being away, he half expects his kids to run up to him, but they aren't in the living room. Instead, he follows the soft sounds of music up the stairs until he stops outside of Jack's room.

"No, it's back and forth, did I say something wrong? It's back and forth, going over everything I said."

Your voice draws him in. He can see you as you sing to Jack, clearly trying to help the young boy sleep. With your back to the door, you don't notice your dad watching you.

"It's back and forth, did I say something wrong? It's back and forth, baby, this is all your fault instead."

Hotch is suddenly hit with just how similar your voice is to Haley's. The sad lyrics only add to Hotch's sudden emotional state.

"It's one step forward and three steps back. And I'd leave you but this rollercoasters all I've ever had."

As your voice grows quieter, Hotch can't stop the tears from pooling in his eyes. He's thrown back through all of the memories of hearing Haley sing to you when you were small, and more recently to Jack.

"Yeah, it's one step forward and three steps back. Do you love me, want me, hate me, boy? I don't understand. No, I don't understand."

He doesn't realize Jack's fallen asleep until he hears you moving around the room, shutting off the light and turning on his nightlight. He steps back around a corner, not wanting to upset you with his emotions. Instead, he waits for you to go back to your own room.

Just as he's considering going to talk to you, he can hear the faint sounds of your keyboard starting up. He stands by your door, peering through the sliver of space to watch you play.

"I got my driver's license last week, just like we always talked about. 'Cause you were so excited for me to finally drive up to your house."

The sad theme continues, although Hotch is more prepared this time. He simply listens to the sound of your voice, not fully registering what the song is about until a few lines in.

"But today I drove through the suburbs, crying 'cause you weren't around."

It breaks his heart to hear you sing about how much you miss your mom. He's always blamed himself, and although you don't blame him, he can't help but feel guilty for all the life experiences you are going to have that she won't be there for.

"Red lights, stop signs, I still see your face in the white cars, front yards. Can't drive past the places we used to, go to, 'cause I still fucking miss you, oh."

You replay the next part a few times, tinkering with the notes and the lyrics until you feel happy with it. He knocks lightly on the door, a sad smile on his face and tears in his eyes.

You expect Jack to have woken up, replying before you fully turn around, "did I wake you up with the-" You stop short when you see your dad in the doorway. "Dad!"

Although your excited, you keep in mind not to scream loud enough to wake Jack. You jump into his arms, eager to hug him after such a long time without seeing him. Although he talks to you and Jack nearly every night he's away, it's not the same as actually being able to see him.

"Jack's gonna be so excited your home for pancakes tomorrow morning" you mumble, wiping a few tears from your own face. No matter how frequently your dad travels, it's still a weight lifter from you when he returns.

"Me too," he replies, brushing his hand through your hair as he continues to hug you. When you finally pull away, he asks about your songs. "You've been writing?"

You nod sheepishly, surprised he heard enough to realize you had written the song.

"I heard the one you sang for Jack too. They're beautiful... Would you sing more for me?"

Your smile grows when you hear that he likes the songs. You've always been worried he wouldn't want to hear them because they are so sad.

"I'd love to," you go back to the keyboard, taking a few deep breaths before you continue the song. "Sidewalks, we crossed. I still hear your voice in the traffic, we're laughing over all the noise. God, I'm so blue. Know we're through, but I still fucking miss you, oh."

You can feel your voice crack, but you carry on with the song. Now that you know he wants to hear it, you realize just how much you've wanted to share it with him.

"I know we weren't perfect, but I'll never feel this way for no one. And I just can't imagine how to even feel okay now that you're gone. Guess you couldn't do what we wrote in that song about love. 'Cause you said forever, now I'm growing up without us."

Despite the tears, Hotch is smiling at you. He walks further into the room, pulling you into another bone crushing hug. "You're so much like her." His words, although reassuring, only fuel the emotional fire that is burning inside you. Your tears come hot and heavy, dampening his shirt because of how he's holding you close to him.

"Oh, baby, I'm sorry," he apologizes, trying to comfort you when he realizes the impact of his words. "Your songs really are so beautiful. She would've loved them."

"You think so?" you stutter out, trying to catch your breath.

"I know so. Just like your brother loves them. And like I love them," he says it with a smile, but you can see just how affected he is bby everything as well.

"Thank you, dad. I love you," you practically whisper, desperately trying not to cry again.

"I love you too. Sweet dreams." With that, he pulls the door shut, leaving you to fall asleep knowing how loved you are despite your missing parent.

[dilexit]

To be Young and Dumb ~ Karl Jacobs Edition

Summary: In which (Y/N) and Karl forget their 22 for a minute

Pairing and Pronouns: CC!Karl x GN!Reader (preestablished relationship). Reader is mentioned to have a brother but that could be changed to sister or friend easily

Each edition to this series has a different plot just under the same name and same idea of safe spontaneous things

Hey so I’ve been a little bit MIA but so I’ve been having a wave of depression especially due to the school year ending and my fear of change and stuff like that so I’ll be writing a few imagines titled To be Young and Dumb just about doing so safe spontaneous things that I do during these episodes so I hope y’all enjoy and know that if you are struggling rn you are not alone in this and we believe in you

Warnings: Cars, Depression (not mentioned but implied), Self Doubt, Talk of growing up, Angst to Fluff, probably swearing, Not proof read

Requested: Yes No

(Y/N) had a love hate relationship with adulthood. They loved the freedom it gave them, but also missed the ability to just be childish. (Y/N) had just got back from visiting the house they grew up in, and couldn't help the feeling of sadness grow in their stomach. Walking around and looking at all old memories and photos made them think back to all the things they could have been. These episodes of self doubt have happened before, and they always hurt. The easiest way to get rid of it was to distract themselves, but their favorite distraction was in the other room streaming. (Y/N) turned on the TV and wrapped up into their favorite blanket watching nostalgic movies to feel like a child again, waiting for their boyfriend to end stream and spend time with them. For (Y/N) nostalgia would present itself in less of a joyful way and more of a longing for it to be the present again way. Giving in to it always feels great in the short-lived moments, but (Y/N) just longed for Karl to help them take the pain away. As if the universe could hear their thoughts, the sound of Karl's door opening followed by footstep could be heard from above. When Karl made it down stairs, he immediately noticed the way (Y/N) was laying on the couch surrounded by their blankets and stuffed animals, and the land before time on the TV.

"Hey baby," he said sitting down on the end on couch near (Y/N)'s feet. "Are you ok?". Karl knew they weren't, and that and just sitting here would be much help. As Karl suspected (Y/N) shook their head no and leaned in to bury their face into Karl's shoulder. Karl look over their head to see the sun was still up and shining, thinking (Y/N) could benefit from the fresh air.

"Why don't we go for a walk, it's warm out," Karl offered, to which (Y/N) let out a groan, but got up anyway.

"Fine, but let me change first," they said stretching a little bit. They went upstairs finding their clothes and deciding on some black shorts and their favorite shirt to wear in the 77 degree heat. Walk back down the stairs, they saw no sign of Karl, but the front door open a little bit. Heading out the door into his driveway, they turned to see Karl standing in the open garage. (Y/N) started walking towards him, but as they got closer, they noticed something behind him. Walking past Karl much to his dismay (Y/N) landed at the green box on the shelf.

"Do we have to walk?" (Y/N) asked, pointing at the container of chalk.

"Oh, I guess we don't," Karl responded, and (Y/N) felt a wave of happiness rush over them.

"Can we use?" (Y/N) asked, still pointing towards the large container of sidewalk chalk.

"Yeah Jimmy used it for a video and left it with me I never thought I ever get rid of it." He said walking with his SO and taking a seat on the driveway. (Y/N) reached for the red chalk and started drawing. Karl watched over their shoulder ad they started drawing a rose. Karl went a grabbed a purple piece of chalk and started absent-mindedly drawing. When (Y/N) had quickly grown bored with their rose and turned to Karl. He didn't really know what he was doing, and it showed. (Y/N) let out a giggle and scooted closer to him.

"Whatcu drawing?" (Y/N) asked catching Karl off guard.

"Oh! I don't really know, to be honest." He said and (Y/N) leaned over and drew a big red heart in the middle of Karl's doodles. Karl looked up at them and giggled, leaning in to give them a quick peck. A small breeze rustled the leafs of nearby trees a blew around loose chalk particles. The couple went back to drawing together mainly hearts and smiley faces as they made some conversation.

"You know my brother and I would make obstacle courses around our drive way on days like these," (Y/N) laughed.

"Corry, Sean and I were much more boring we would just go on like bike rides together if we even wanted to spend time with each other." Karl retorted.

"Yeah (Y/B/N) and I really didn't hang out much, but sometimes we would have fun. It was mainly competitions and stuff like that. But every now and then we would just sit aa draw a bunch of random stuff," (Y/N) felt much better while they passed stories back and forth.

"My mom wouldn't let us have chalk because we were too messy with it." Karl joked back looking down at his chalk covered hands. (Y/N) also took not of the chalk covering their hands and quickly rubbed their hand in to a red heart.

"You know what our favorite thing to do with chalk was?" (Y/N) questioned

"No what was it," Karl asked leaning forward a bit.

"This," (Y/N) giggled lightly hitting Karl's chest leaving a red handprint on his shirt. Karl opened his mouth in slight defense while giggling at the gesture reaching out and leaving a green mark on (Y/N)'s shorts. Karl then reached for a few more hearts covering his hands, while (Y/N) grabbed a stray piece of chalk and running away. Karl quickly noticed their absents and chased after them. He caught up to them quickly and grabbed their waist pulling them close. His hands left blue marks on their waist, and their hands were covered in the green chalk they had picked up before. (Y/N) wriggled into Karl's arms, facing him again, taking their chalk covered fingers and running them on his face. After (Y/N), brought theirs onto Karl's arms, that were still on their waist. Karl looked at their face and brought his hands up to their cheek pulling them in. The minute their lips touch and chill went down (Y/N)'s spine, the bits of wonder they had shared in the hour of messing around was all (Y/N) needed to remember why they loved who they are now. As the kiss kept on going (Y/N), was sure both parties were covered in chalk. They didn't know how long it would take for them to pull apart. Instead of stopping by choice, they were pulled apart by a car horn and Chris yelling from the car window.

"We've been waiting for you two for 30 minutes. Now I see you were busy, but go change and hurry up."

"Crap! Let's go," Karl said pulling (Y/N)'s arm, leading them back instead to get ready for the video they forgot about.

[gureishi]

OkAY SO HELLO AGAIN

my cat Tiko is EXTREMELY VOCAL to the point where he gets on my nerves almost every day. HES MEOWUNG HIS HEAD OFF RIGHT NOW LIKE BRO WTH I JUST GAVE YOU SOME ATTENTION

my mom's better at handling him than i am. im just way too easily irritated. AND LIKE he doesnt just!!! come over to me or my mom for attention! like bro you can just chill on my lap u know and i'll give u attention buT NOPE.

jdvdhsj okay sorry that turned into a mini rant

anyways sometimes i snap at him or even slam on the table (to make noise) to get him to be quiet (thats like, when im in school or trying to focus on hw, art, or writing -- or otherwise not in a position to get up and give him attention). doesnt always work lol... but i just get so frustrated. and i always feel bad but i honestly cant help it; i have a bit of a short fuse, at least when it comes to irritation (rather than anger). occasionally i pretend to through like, an eraser at him, but thats not as common.

so i guess im just wondering how saeyoung would react in those cases? especially the first ones. and i suppose this could get a lil angsty... i only say that because i can feel rn that i would probably feel so guilty for behaving that way in front of someone other than my mom.

it also has to do with that "getting stuck" thing. its hard to actually get up and move sometimes. AND IM ALSO A HUMAN WHO HAS THINgs to do and i cant always entertain Tiko just because he's bored or thinks something is wrong just because we've been sitting in one place for more than 2 hours and appearing to not do anything... smh

msvdjsbsj gosh this is probably so weird and specific lolol sorry 😅 but it is an almost daily thing for me.

and gosh this whole thing probably makes me sound like a monster 😭😭 if it means anything, i would never actually hurt him :(( and i never have in the 10 years we've had him. i just get frustrated so easily and his meow is very loud and sorta high pitched and piercing and persistent... sighh

[417]

You certainly do not sound like a monster! As I’ve told you, we are constantly whining at the dog because he is so very loud (and yes, we should train him better, and we’ve tried, but he is also anxious and my street is very chaotic 😭)

So anyway: I very much get it ❤️❤️❤️

Hmmmmmm what to call this...?

Saeyoung with an MC who gets annoyed at her loud cat

Everyone knows Saeyoung loves cats. What you also know, of course—and what he sometimes forgets—is that he doesn’t actually know anything about cats.

He is startled by the meowing, at first. He is fascinated with your cats: he thinks they are beautiful and charming and adorable and perfect in every way (much like you). He didn’t really expect them to be loud, though. 

His first instinct, of course, is to meow back. He has endless energy to play with the cats—after all, he hasn’t grown up with them, and he only sees the things that are exciting. And of course, they will end up in a long conversation, Saeyoung and the cat. Lots of meowing. Very vivacious meowing.

And look, if you’re in the right headspace for it, it’s pretty cute. He really just wants the cats to understand him. He wants to be their friends. (He wants to make sure he has their blessing to be with you, but that’s another story altogether.)

But if you’re not in the right headspace—you’re working, or writing, or drawing, and need some peace and quiet—it’s not so cute anymore.

It’s automatic: the cat meows, and you snap in response. You’re frustrated; you’re trying to focus, and the incessant noise pushes you over the edge.

And that startles Saeyoung, too. He’s never heard you snap like that before.

Immediately, you feel terrible—you’re hit with a huge wave of guilt. And it is double guilt, because he is here, and you love him, and you don’t want him to think badly of you. 

And you love your cat, of course. You didn’t mean to snap the way you did; you don’t want this beloved boy to think you are a horrible, cat-hating monster.

A moment ago, you rose out of your seat. Now, you sit back down slowly. You don’t really want to meet his eyes.

“Sorry,” you mutter. Your face feels hot. “I didn’t mean...”

He doesn’t say anything right away, and you can feel his eyes on you. You feel like you might cry. Oh, you think—he hates you now.

And the cat is meowing again, because of course he is.

“Hey.” Suddenly, Saeyoung is in front of you. He’s jumped up onto the table and pushed your work to the side—he’s peering down, trying to look in your eyes. “What’s wrong?”

You put your face in your hands so you don’t have to look at him. “I shouldn’t have reacted like that,” you say into your hands. “Don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

Gentle, rough fingers on your face—and he’s tilted your chin up so you can’t help but look him in the eye. Ah, and for a moment you are lost there, as you so often are: his gaze is soft, and bright, and intense—once you are looking, it is impossible to look away.

“It was loud,” he says. “I get it. But why are you...?”

He cups your cheeks in both hands. And he probably shouldn’t be sitting on the table, but—but—his hands are warm and he is looking down at you with such deep affection in his eyes. 

“I got frustrated,” you tell him. “But I didn’t want to—I shouldn’t—act that way in front of you.”

His eyes widen. You didn’t expect him to be surprised, but he is—and he is blushing, which seems strange.

“You were trying to—?” He shakes his head, like he doesn’t quite understand. “Okay. Here’s what you have to know.”

He is still holding your face. And this is fine—you could feel his hands on your cheeks forever and it wouldn’t be enough.

“I love you,” he says firmly. “You...know that part, right?”

You laugh—perhaps a little wetly. You do know.

“My love is not conditional,” he continues. You take a shaky breath. “I love you when you’re happy and energetic. I love you when you’re working hard and focusing. I love you when you’re sad and need comfort. I love you when you’re irritated, or frustrated, or angry,” he says.

It is a flood of words, and they wash over you like a rushing river. Your heart is racing.

“You don’t have to act any way around me,” he tells you. “That’s part of the deal.”

The cat is meowing again, but you hardly hear him. Absently, you reach over and pet him. Saeyoung grins.

“And you love your cats,” he adds. “And I know you’d never hurt them just because you’re upset.”

You nod. It’s true. You wouldn’t.

“C’mere?” he asks. He holds out his arms and—oh, he is still sitting on the table, but—you stand, falling into him, resting your head on his chest. He wraps both his arms around you and squeezes you tight.

“You know the same goes for you, right?” you mumble, your voice muffled by his t-shirt. He giggles at the way you sound and presses his lips to the very top of your head.

“No matter what?” he asks. 

“Of course.”

He meows.

Oh, and he is meowing at the cat again: back and forth, as if they are chatting about the weather.

“Saeyoung!” 

You pull back and he smiles apologetically. “Still love me?”

You roll your eyes. You pet the cat. You pet his head.

You do: of course you do. Unconditionally.

[smalltragedy]

* justice smith, demi man + he/they | you know gabriel de leon, right? they’re twenty three, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, six years? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to 1984 (infinite jest) by the used like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole waking up in a body as heavy as the dead, emotions always on the verge of spilling over - you laugh before the punch lands, the belief that every encounter you have will be the last thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is october 31st, so they’re a scorpio, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( james, 21, est, they/them )

hi im just reposting gabe’s intro bc its been a very long time n im starting a little fresh hehe. yes i do regret the text color bt im not going back.

VIOLENCE TW

mini playlist.

ghosting ;; mother mother / roam the room ;; citizen / art of doubt ;; metric / thnks fr th mmrs ;; fall out boy / heart in a cage ;; the strokes / where is my mind? ;; the pixies / flowers grow out of my grave ;; dead man’s bones / 1984 (infinite jest) ;; the used / blister in the sun ;; the violent femmes.

statistics.

full name: gabriel de leon.

nickname(s): gabe.

birthday: october 31st, 1997.

zodiac: scorpio sun, scorpio moon, gemini ascending.

label: the icarian.

hometown: belleville, new jersey.

sexuality: bisexual (masc-leaning).

pinterest.

biography.

it’s only rly ever been gabe n his mom n the little new jersey suburbs that r always the same no matter where they go. they dn’t speak abt fathers or brothers or spain or anywhere other than the now, and how its constantly changing bt oddly the same.

his mom’s name is sonia n we love her. she worked a lot as a single mom n p much hs done everything on her own ever since leaving spain.

they dn’t talk abt spain bt we cn talk abt spain n hw sonia hd grown up partially there n partially in the states n hw she’d originally planned to live there forever bt the man she’d fallen in love with ws involved in some. high class dangerous shit n it ws safer fr them to part even if tht involved leaving everything she knew n loved <3

bt its like. ok. bc she hd gabe <3 n they dnt talk abt it so it practically nvr happened. n she tries her best as a mom n usually tht is enough.

they moved around a lot just bc sonia is a very. flighty person. anxious bt nvr seems tht way is just always. tense. gabe didnt think she ws capable of relaxing fr. a rly long time.

she wld commute 2 nyc every morning n after school gabe wld climb onto the train n by the time he got 2 her place of work she’d be just getting off n they’d get a slice of pizza n sometimes they’d go somewhere like central park or coney island (just fr the novelty) bt most of the time they just got back on the train home w/ gabe either doing homework or napping on her shoulder.

when gabe got a little older he’d sometimes skip school n take the train after sonia had already gone so he cld spend the day in nyc. he liked learning bt didnt rly like school. he nvr properly fit in bc of the amt of times they’d move so it felt like nowhere ws. right fr him.

got rly involved in. the punk scene as a young unsupervised teenager n tht led 2 a lot of like. shitty stick n pokes bt also a love of. very loud angry music n a sense of justice tht he held tightly in his fists. got mouthy towards bullies whether at school or in the scenes he involved himself in n started getting into a lot of fights bc of it.

during this, sonia ended up dating n marrying gabe’s stepdad who he calls craig sometimes bt i dnt think thats his name i wont lie to u guys. its partially a joke n partially purposeful disrespect bc gabriel does not trust a single man bt like. man. ‘craig’ is just an accountant. he’s fine he’s a good dude. they once bonded over like. the mets.

violence tw // anyways. when gabriel ws 16 he got into a super super bad fight tht ended rly. terribly n like listen. nobody died bt it ws just. it got blown up very out of proportion n gabe might’ve gotten expelled even tho he wsnt even the one who started it bt thts okay. ‘craig’, or paul, suggested tht maybe. a change of scenery wld b good fr gabe n b4 they knew it they were. moving to paul-robert’s hometown of irving, north carolina. violence end of tw //

he wld’ve complained more bt. fr sonia’s sake gabe kept it 2 himself. it made her happy 2 see them all get along anyways n like. idk he cld put forth tht little effort <3

bt honestly like. he didnt rly get into too many fights once they moved down here n even tho sometimes he ws like. ommgg. i hate this town .. its so washed up .. he still made friends n like. the only thing tht changed ws tht it ws a lil harder fr him 2 acquire illegal substances.

anyways. currently he hs a tattoo apprenticeship n is a professional piercer n like. he plays guitar n writes songs bt thts more of a hobby rn than anything else. mostly focused on paying his rent at port apartments bc as much as he. loves his mom he does not want 2 live with her forever <3 n thts okay!

personality & facts.

overall xtremely passionate person like god. feels emotions so intensely. every time he opens his mouth n talks abt an interest of theirs its just very like. u listen n ur like oh. gained 2 inspiration. thanks.

clings onto his friends p tightly bc he like. nvr rly stayed in one place fr super super long in new jersey so he nvr made very long term friends n now hes like. very clingy HLKDSHLKFSHLKDG also hates to b alone. subtle desperation behind interactions with ppl he rly wld like to be friends with.

like dnt get me wrong hes gotten into. sm fights bt thts mostly bc he cannot keep his mouth shut n he also cnt stand douchebags he like. always wants to tear them down prob bc he ws a victim of bullying. n u know what. we support him. otherwise he loves ppl bt esp if they hv similar interests 2 him.

like golden retriever who bites kind of. intensely loyal but at the same time is very skeptical. things tht good things do not last very long even though they’ve been doing already fr the last few years.

also bit of a nerd. they were nvr rly a big fan of school bt theres smth abt a good superhero comic tht draws their attention more than like. any english class evr. bt seven soldiers of victory? classic. big dc fan.

uh. very into like. hardcore music. hardcore rock. punk. if its loud n angry they r into it like so so much. hs sm tattoos is like. super covered in them its partially bc they work at a tattoo shop n partially bc they do not know hw to manage their money well.

ooohh u know what theyre. kinda moody i wont lie to u. very defensive like they dnt evr wna talk abt their past. has experienced Things n they do not wish to discuss them. will usually like. deflect frm conversations he doesnt wna hv.

in tune with nature. loves fkn taking walks. hangs out in the woods by abernathy creek n lilac ridge bc nobody rly goes there n its just. nice

tries not 2 take anything super seriously 2 the point where when he does take smth seriously its a little scary bc theyre super intense abt it. forcibly optimistic even tho on the inside he feels like a total pessimist. lots of. deep down insecurities tht he projects by attaching himself p firmly onto others. >.>

so so so energetic. can never stay still. always hs to be moving around. restless like tht. probably got it frm his mom. overly protective over the ppl he loves. probably got it frm his mom as well.

goes onto Tangents bt also divert frm those tangents n is generally all over the place.

always cold n always looks tired n like he hsnt slept in a thousand years n u know what. sometimes he just does not sleep.

oooohh theyre a vegan. totally into animal rights. devious little demi man beyond that .. loves horror n the paranormal n believes in like. every cryptic. will debate u on it.

erm not. the kindest 2 themself theyre a bit self destructive. impulsive. drives very fast n parties super hard. said i will hv my effy stonem moment. u dont hv to gabe.

bt ya! luvs oranges n reds n is maybe a short king. hs an eyebrow piercing n like. a lip ring i wont fk around here he IS living his best emo life in 2021. a little outdated on the trends bt thats okay. probably will tell u hes frm new jersey. its a personality trait. smokes the shittiest cigarettes ever.

wanted plots.

just ghosting along ,, dnt even exist 2 me ,, ;; god. firstly just the vast amt of ppl tht gabe hs like. spoken to romantically n then dropped suddenly. n then maybe like. one tht actually Hurt bt they cnt avoid each other bt theyre actively pretending each other doesnt exist n its. hurtful bc it ws like. actually smth nice bt <3 ykno FKLFSDHG

hey hey heyy c’maahn i’m just a little guy ;; n this is the vast amt of ppl tht gabe hs probably. pissed off n hs either fought or been on the verge of fighting just. unable 2 resist a good bicker-turned-duel.

just blistering in the sun ;; they cld b close friends bt also they cld also not b bt just ppl who. indulge in bad impulsive decisions with gabe. general bad influences on each other’s health n just. no good! party hard bt at what cost.

n also ;; like ... rly solid good friendships ... flings n maybe an exe or two tht either ended on good terms or just. horrendous, ppl they’ve distanced frm, ppl also frm up north, piercing customers, bt not tattoo customers bc im p sure they’d get fired if they were just tattoo’ing ppl willy nilly, etc.

[joon-ipersgirl]

"dance with me" - jhs twoshot

genre: strangers to lovers!au, fluff, tiny bit of angst

pairing: hobi x reader (f)

summary: this is the first part of hobi’s birthday twoshot where he meets a girl on a night out on the town but loses her (a better summary will come later)

word count: 1.8k

warnings: some cursing, mentions of alcohol, not a happy ending rn

a/n: whew it's been a minute. as per, school and work are kicking my ass but i wanted to write something for hobi's birthday. i actually finished this first half on time but was stuck on the second half before i decided i should make this into a twoshot. i'm going to finish it though, hopefully soon. i’ll edit everything later. either way, enjoy :)

full masterlist // part two

“Guys, I really shouldn’t,” Hoseok laments.

“Why not?” Jimin whines from his sprawled out position on Hoseok’s aging leather sofa. “It’s been weeks since you’ve come out with us.”

Hoseok shrugs. “I’ve just been… busy,” he finishes lamely.

“Doing what?” Jungkook challenges from the kitchen, his voice barely carrying over the low hum of the open refrigerator.

“Okay, I guess I haven’t been doing too much. I just haven’t been in the mood? Life is just a lot right now,” Hoseok says as he picks at the fraying carpet on the floor. He really should get a new one.

“So, let us help you feel better!” Jimin rolls off the sofa, narrowly missing Hoseok’s head with his legs and keeping his leather pants intact. “A night out dancing with your best friends. Maybe a few drinks. You don’t even have to bring anyone home if you don’t want to.”

Hoseok is still iffy on Jimin’s proposal. Usually, he’d be the one encouraging his friends to enjoy a night out on the town but starting his new job at the architectural firm downtown a few weeks ago had really taken its toll. He knew that he’d have a lot to learn when he started but he didn’t think it’d be this much, the new programming and drawing systems much more sophisticated than what he’d remembered during his undergraduate matriculation. Hoseok spent much of his free time practicing his skills, exhausting himself late into the night. All he wanted to do was rest but it was proving to be challenging after his friends showed up on his doorstep tonight, demanding he join them.

“I don’t know, Jimin.”

“You don’t have to know anything. Look, if you aren’t having a good time by midnight, I’ll call you a cab home myself,” Jimin offers. “And Jungkook will buy you your first three drinks,” he tacks on after seeing Hoseok’s unwavering expression.

“Hey!” Jungkook exclaims from the entryway.

“It’s the least you could do, Jungkook. You’re literally eating him out of house and home right now,” Jimin says, pointing to the roll of kimbap Jungkook has in his hands.

“You can’t drink on an empty stomach,” the younger one counters.

“You ate an hour ago.”

“Fair enough,” Jungkook concedes. “Get dressed, Hobi. Drinks are on me,” he finishes around a mouthful of food. Jimin beams, turning to Hoseok.

Sighing, Hoseok reluctantly drags himself to his feet. “Fine. But you’re buying me drinks and dinner. Nope. I don’t want to hear it,” he says, holding up a finger. “Give me ten minutes.”

“Yes!” Jimin cheers as Hoseok heads to his room.

Twenty five minutes later, the three young men arrive at Antarri’s. Known for its strong drinks and booming bass, Antarri’s had become their regular stomping ground. It was safe to say a few other patrons recognized them in the dark; the trio’s dance reputation preceded them. On any given weekend the establishment would be flooded with young people ready to let loose their frustrations. The proximity of the city’s two major universities being just over a stone’s throw away may also help.

“Okay! Shots first!” Jimin yells over the incessant chatter. Hoseok shakes his head but follows his friend deeper into the club.

“What should we get?”

“Nothing too crazy -” Hoseok starts.

“Tequila!” Jungkook interrupts, waving his arm frantically for the bartender’s attention. Both Jimin and Hoseok blanch at the suggestion. “What? I’m buying. I should get to choose.”

Jimin shrugs. “He is buying.”

Hoseok rubs his forehead, already feeling the splitting migraine he’d have tomorrow morning. Alcohol never seemed to agree with him and he’d learned many times what pushing his limit did to him. Still, he doesn’t protest when Jungkook orders, “Your finest shots of tequila, my good sir.”

Maybe the night would pass by faster this way.

“Okay guys. What’s the game plan?” Jungkook asks around a mouthful of lime.

“Just have fun. If you’re leaving, send a text will you? I don’t want another repeat of last time,” Jimin huffs and sets his shot glass down on the counter.

“I wasn’t even gone for that long!”

“You came back the following evening missing your shirt and a shoe, Jungkook,” Jimin frowns.

“Okay but -“

“Guys,” Hoseok interjects. “Not the time.”

“Right. This is about you, Hobi. We’re going to have a great time. And you -“ Jimin points his finger at Jungkook.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’ll text the chat that I’m alive. Let’s go!” Jungkook says, pushing off the stool and heading into the crowd.

Hoseok shakes his head at his younger friend. He worried about his safety sometimes.

“You sure you’re up for this?” Jimin checks in.

“Yeah, yeah. Go have fun. I’ll see you in there,” Hoseok responds. Nodding, Jimin pats him on the arm before setting off.

“Remember, I’ll call you a cab if you aren’t having fun,” he calls over his shoulder and then disappears.

Moving over to a less crowded part of the bar, Hoseok leans against the wall. Already his shirt is starting to stick to his skin. The music blares at an obscene level he feels in his bones and he welcomes the feeling.

Though an architect by trade, Hoseok knew his way around a dance floor. He wasn’t captain of the university’s dance team for no reason. Music was a language Hoseok translated with his body, each syllable corresponding to a particular movement as he listened to each rhythm and rhyme. Closing his eyes, he lets it speak it to him.

It doesn’t take long for him to get lost in the feeling. Limbs moving freely, Hoseok glides across the floor easily. He’s not concerned with the curious onlookers as he grooves to one of Billboard’s latest bangers. A small crowd has started to form around him but Hoseok ignores them as he spins through a move. Then, he sees you.

His body sputters through the movement until he slows to a gentle rock, eyes trying to focus on you through the pockets between people’s heads. You aren’t looking at him. Too engrossed in your own movement as you vibe with the music. Hoseok almost feels as though he’s watching himself dance. Intrigued, he moves closer.

He’s pretty sure he’s never seen you here before. Granted he doesn’t remember every face he sees but Hoseok is positive he would remember you because of the way you move. Blinking, he feels like he’s in a trance as he watches you turn, your hips swaying in time with the beat. Hoseok realizes he’s not the only one watching you. A few other guys have gathered but you ignore their presence, favoring to dance alone. Hoseok chews his lip. Did he even have a chance?

The music changes and Hoseok watches you change your movement to match the tempo seamlessly. He smiles. He would do exactly the same. Smooth RnB filters out over the sound system and Hoseok calms his beating heart, finding his own rhythm again as he slips back into his translation. When he turns, he makes eye contact with you, a small smile on your lips as you regard him. He’s pretty sure it’s the alcohol that makes him bold enough to take a step towards you.

Though you don’t move closer, your eyes don’t leave Hoseok’s. A silent exchange happens between you as you continue dancing and Hoseok matches your movements while maintaining his distance. Hoseok nearly holds his breath as you tentatively step closer. If he were to reach out, he’d surely be able to touch you. He doesn’t though. The two of you continue to dance in front of one another, though not with each other as the song changes.

When you turn - back towards him and continue dancing - Hoseok isn’t too sure of what to do. He doesn’t want to impose and ruin your night but he sure as hell would love to dance with you. He takes another tentative step forward, the space between you what chaperones at prom would call encroaching on dangerous territory. Still, he doesn’t touch you though he’s sure you can feel his breath dance across your skin.

It’s you who makes the final move.

He feels your fingertips brush against the outside of his thigh until your fingers wrap around his and place them on your hip. Jeans slung low on your waist, Hoseok’s thumb rests against your bare skin. He lets his other hand settle on the outside of your thigh, his touch light so not to scare you.

Chest against your back, Hoseok matches his hips with yours, the swell of your ass pressed tightly to his crotch. When you curl your arm around the back of his neck, fingers splayed in the hairs at his nape, Hoseok squeezes you in reflex. The heat of Antarri’s only grows worse as you continue to dance and another small crowd gathers to watch you.

Hoseok has never felt so at ease dancing with another human being. He feels like you’ve been partners since you were three and took classical ballroom together for eighteen years. You read his movements and he reads yours as you trade the role of leader and follower back and forth. In all honesty, Hoseok doesn’t want the night to end, especially when you hit a particularly dangerous move - bending at the waist with your hands on your knees, the push back firm as his hand ghosts your back. He has to stifle a groan at the sight, more than a few ungentlemanly thoughts surfacing in response.

Spinning you around, Hoseok gazes down at you as he slots one of his legs between yours. A gentle smile crosses your face and you rest your hands loosely around his neck. Hoseok gently brushes your damp hair from your forehead. You don’t look away as his hand comes to rest under your jaw. He watches your tongue swipe against your bottom lip as he wraps his arm around -

“Y/N!”

The moment is broken at the scream of what Hoseok assumes is your name.

“Y/N, come on! We have to go! Code Blue!” Hoseok loosens his hold on you as you step away. Before either of you can utter a word, your friend is pulling you through the crowd and away from him. Over the din of the music, he faintly hears you call a “Sorry!” as you disappear.

Stunned, Hoseok stands in the middle of the crowd as your figure slowly becomes lost in the sea of swaying bodies. He feels like he’s just stepped out of a sauna, the trance you placed him in lifting as people start to fill in the space around him now that the show is over. Hoseok rubs his face in frustration. How could he have let you leave like that? How was he supposed to find you?

“Hobi! Hey Hobi!” Hoseok turns at the sound of his name to see Jimin elbowing his way through the crowd. “Hey, are you okay?”

Sighing, Hoseok nods.

“Okay,” Jimin says wearily. “Do you want to leave?”

“No, it’s okay. Jungkook still owes me two more shots. I gotta collect.”

Jimin grins. “That’s the spirit! Come on, let’s go.”

Tossing one last longing look to what was supposed to be a promising night, Hoseok follows his friend to the bar to forget what could have happened.

full masterlist // part two

joon-ipersgirl, 2021

[amphxtrite]

hi aight so my name is annabelle i’m 14 (😐) almost 15 on january 31! i’m also a full blown hufflepuff

i have light green eyes and like an ashy blonde almost brown type colored mostly straight hair going a little past my shoulders. i’m bout 5”10 idk if that matters lolll my skin is also pretty pale i cant think of anything else

so basically i’m really into spirituality and divination! i love working with tarot cards and studying them and astrology. i’m very much into crystals and meditating and i love to just journal about my day a lot. i’m a mostly introverted person but i’ll really probably be a bit obnoxious around the right people but overall i’m really really quiet. also omg i love art like painting, drawing (literally doing it rn), clay, photography, literally everything and still experimenting. i love nature and space even tho it scares me a lot lmao i just love to gain knowledge of things!! also my goodness i LOVE CATS!!!!!!!! SO MUCH!!! ‼️ i think that’s it. actually nope i also like to write a lot just about anything and i’m still learning. but yea u get the point :-)

i don’t really mind if my ship is a boy or girl but i do prefer a boy in the golden era 😌

thank you so much btw

i ship you with...

Cedric Diggory.

how you meet

Cedric was rather skeptical of Divinations when he first stepped into the class, he wanted to try all the classes Hogwarts has to offer, even if most people told him that Divination wasn’t very popular.

Stepping into the huge room filled with couches, a strong sweet scent immediately floods his senses and he stumbles to the closest table to sit down.

Professor Trelawney emerges and begins the lesson, explaining the art of tessomancy and how it could read your future. The girl next to him focuses with great interests as she hits down many notes in a leather bound notebook, her hands moving swiftly across the page.

“Now sip from the cup, pour out the liquid and tellby our partner what you see!” Trelawney exclaims, waving her hands for you to begin.

Cedric follows the instructions, taking a sip of the tea before pouring out the rest of the liquid and turning to the girl next to him.

“I’m Cedric by the way.” He smiles, peering down into his cup.

“Annabelle.” You respond, glancing down into your own cup.

Cedric does his best to focus on his tea leaves, but he finds his grey eyes trailing up to your face again, your bright green eyes furrow in concentration and you swipe your blonde hair behind your ear.

“I think I see a star in my cup, what about you Cedric?” Your eyes snap up to see Cedric looking at you with pink cheeks.

“Um I see a h-heart I think.” Cedric squints his eyes into the cup only to have it pulled from his hand.

“Oh, a heart! My dear boy, I see passion, romance and love.” Trelawney sighs, shaking Cedric’s shoulder.

“And you my dear Annabelle, a star. The sign of success and good luck!” The professor sighs looking back and forth at the two of you.

“It’s like you were made for eachother. Love and success. The heart and the star, so simple, yet so beautiful. Absolutely divine.” Trelawney continues as the two students cheeks heat up at her comment. She begins running around the room, the sentences, ‘made for eachother.’ and ‘young love.’ being the most evident.

Cedric looks back you and your lips pull up into a small grin.

“Well, now what am I supposed to do now I know who my perfect match is?” you laugh, picking up your journal to jot something down again.

“I guess his is the part I ask my perfect match on a date?” Cedric smirks, offering you his hand.

“I don’t see why not my heart.”

Cedric begins to walk the halls with you in between classes to get to know you

Sometimes the two of you hang out in the fields to draw the mountains

You invite him to meditate with you but usually he’ll just sit beside you and read or sketch you

he loves the way your eyelashes seem to tangle up in the sunlight and how your skin seems to glow

when you introduce him to your cat he just scoops it up and starts cuddling with it

Sometimes you’ll all curl up in the common room together either to draw or just talk. Your cat will take turns cuddling up to the both of you and Cedric will stop mid sentence to watch your eyes light up when it comes walking your way

Cedric loves the look of excitement you get when anything happens and how quickly you pull out your notebook to write something down

brushing your hair while you meditate (if you let him)

He likes talking to you about nature and space, it’s also fascinated him forever and he loves how in depth your conversations are and how your eyes widen when you explain something

He loves your eyes and your smile, when your eyes light up and your cheeks pull back into a full smile it has a pink blush on his face in seconds

Trelawney continuing with the soulmate banter explaining in depth how the two of you were meant for eachother just based on your signs

“How long do you suppose this will go on?” Cedric chuckles as Trelawney spreads her arms out to say how your love must be written in the stars

“I don’t know but I must say I am growing rather fond of you Cedric.” You smile, taking his hand into yours

“Well I’m happy to say I am as well Annabelle.”

One day while you’re in the hufflepuff common room, meditating, Cedric comes in to sit beside you with your cat, who immediately runs to you and pounces in your lap.

You open your eyes and smile and Cedric knew then and there, that maybe Trelawney was more than just crazy, because she lead him to you.

He walks over and wraps an arms around you, bringing you closer to him until you’re nuzzling into his neck while holding your cat in your arms

“You’re so beautiful you know that.” Cedric sighs with a grin.

“What are you trying to say Cedric?” You cock your eye brow and pull back a bit from your resting spot.

“That I have the most beautiful girl in my arm right now and I want her to know it.” He chuckles placing his forehead against yours

“Go on.” You tease, cupping Cedric’s cheek in your hand

“Well, I was wondering if said girl wanted to be my... girlfriend?” Cedric murmurs, slowly getting closer to your lips.

You pause and pull away a little with a smile adorning your features before moving close to Cedric again and pressing your lips to his.

Cedric’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise, but he responds quickly and soon his arms are around you again as your lips move in sync

“I think you got your answer Ced.” You smirk cuddling closer to him again.

“Yes and I’m very happy with the response.” Cedric laughs, peppering kisses on your hairline and stroking the soft fur of the cat who still resides in your lap, happily putting away.

I hope you like it!!🤍🤍

[billyscamar0]

Stranger things 3 rant so spoilers !! Not major plot points but I need to vent (mostly about billy hargrove and my love and appreciation for Dacre Montgomery) so pls excuse me

Also side note, the hurt is still fresh here so I might come off more aggressive than I usually would lmao

First off, I literally want to say it: Billy deserved better. That's not even coming from a major Billy stan or a harringrove fan standpoint - he fucking deserved better. They gave him less than ONE episode (hint: it's the first one) to be a normal human with no posession and what do we get with it? We get him OGLING AT FUCKING KAREN. I will take the hatred for the d*ffer brothers to my grave for that. The poor boy was made to be the main antagonist of this season and he is given LITTLE TO NO HUMANIZATION. we see NO continuation from season 2's finale with him agreeing to have a somewhat truce with max. Do not get me wrong, dacre's performance is phenomenal and he deserves the entire world but for fuck's sake, they really screwed us over there. Wouldn't his entire story have been more effective if we had gotten some NORMAL qualities or some affection towards his sister? The lack of care for Billy hargrove as a character actually hurts my heart and soul because of all of the time and effort I have put into him. I've spent hours writing about, drawing, and hoping for this abused kid to be able to overcome his demons and escape his dad and have friends and people who care for him. But NOPE he has none of that at all, in fact, the entire cast spends all this time focusing on getting rid of the mind flayer VS saving Billy. When the roles were reversed and it was will who was under possession, he had an entire group of people fighting for him and Billy had nothing of the sort. Will has human qualities seeping through, making us feel for him and Billy ONLY did because of dacre's astonishing performance. He didn't have actual plot points to do it save for eleven viewing his memories! And even that was not to save Billy, it was a means to eliminating the MF. Which is important, I understand, however FUCK. everything ABOUT HIS PLOT was forced and quick and i felt like I had no time at all properly grasp it all. It bounced back and forth so fast and even though Dacre did amazing, I felt like his shit was cut as far as options went. Why did we get NOTHING wholesome from him before he was possessed? Having friends? Getting an ice cream? Talking to his little fucking sister? A morning routine? SOMETHING OTHER THAN FUCKING KAREN WHEELER. Watching this season sparked little to no joy from me solely because it felt like an attack on myself and the love I have in my heart for these characters. Imagine how much deeper all of the storylines COULD have been if they were more intertwined instead of completely separate. It felt like such a disappointment because I had SO MUCH ANXIETY about it, about Billy, about the show in general that I felt nauseated nearly the whole thing!!! ALSO....let me touch on the predictability of most of the show. Without even reading spoilers, one could easily figure out almost the entire fucking plot (hence why I had so much anxiety and I was 99% correct on EVERYTHING I thought would happen) so much so to the point where I started to rethink solely because it was all too obvious!!! And i wont say it directly because it is a major plot point, but the ONE Thing that Billy has all to himself, the ONE GOOD he has got is fucking taken from him by another plot. Almost immediately. Because why would we need any sort of important moment to truly cement Billy's character when something else can swoop in literally 30 seconds later and steal all of the attention? (Not that that was not also important but I'm specifically talking about Billy rn) AND ALSO. There is not ONE specific interaction with Steve, which was basically his ENTIRE storyline last season? It just felt so random and out of left field and like they really just didn't want him to get better.

TL;DR I feel empty and hollow and so hurt and distraught by this season. I feel like someone has betrayed one of my best and strongest friends and reduced them to nothing. But I am so so so proud of Dacre Montgomery for his skill and wonderful talent and I'm proud of Billy for actually ending up being a "main" character, but for the love of fucking god, why couldn't we just have something good? Something happy? Something more than what we got? I truly believe we deserved it. Because all of us Billy fans (and a lot of the harringrove fandom) are the most creative and talented and loving people I've ever met and I know we have put our hearts and souls into this and I can't help but feel destroyed.

[faunusrights]

OFFAL HUNT REMASTERED LIVEBLOG // CHAPTERS 10 + 11

we had a week of peace and now we’re gonna get annihilated!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i have no clue how long this liveblog may end up but hell and high water i’m combining them both

she tore the jade pendant from her neck and flung it into the darkness.

let’s give a warm welcome, to sadness,

i’m very excited for all-new cinder content hhhhhhh if u havent gathered by now I Love This Bitch and I Love Her Many Problems so im thankful for this gift 😞

Cinder was a ruin, her pride carved and served like slabs of meat.

i can FEEL diesel n kc rly patting themselves on the back for every bit of wet meat they can toss at me!!!!!!!!!! U HEAR THAT I CAN FEEL U!!!!!!!!!!! but also i still love this shit w/ all my heart!!!!!!!!!! IM NEVER GONNA STOP SAYIN IT

She had never looked at Glynda’s files.

im so sorry cinder baby but that whole thing? is still HILARIOUS oh my GOD i cannot believe you fucked up that badly. u shoved yr entire head into a beartrap. u absolutely crapped yr pants on that one. yr gonna be thinking abt that on yr deathbed,

/looks at the chapter title again

hhhhhhhh im. so pumped. its gonna be hard to talk abt most of this w/o doing a million fingerguns a minute but i’m gonna try my best

Cinder approached the mirror and touched its silvered face with black-tipped claws,

I SAID IM GONNA TRY MY BEST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

She was iron barbs beneath the nail bed, glowing coals underfoot, the singular capacity to do harm. She was a beast, armed with fang and claw and a deep, dark void where her compassion should have laid, and she was dressed for dinner.

HHHHHH god YES THIS IS THE CINDER IM THIRSTY FOR............ i literally cannot say anything that isnt a massive 👈😎👈 but AAAAAAA

like im reading thru this and i cant cherry-pick lines this whole bit? is SO GOOD...  kc n diesel are Yet Again obliterating me w/ their mastery of the narrative style of offal hunt and i just love all of this i rly wish i could explain how offal hunt is EXACTLY MY BRAND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! F U C K

The final touch on her mastercraft disaster: the four sawed-off horn stumps which grew among her silver-streaked hair.

HOOOO B O I i am. Losin it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE HER HORNS.......... CINDR...............

Wretchedly, she wondered: did Glynda even respect her now?

any other villain: my plan didnt work and im mad >:( cinder fall: my plan didnt work and now im mad but also mostly sad :(

CINDER’S TRYING HER BEST GOD.......... i literally hate how the remaster has made her So Soft, Actually... I BELIEVE IN U CINDER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE U!!!!!!!!!!!!! DO YR BEST

Every part of her was hot and hollow. She was sick with loathing.

i LOVE HER.... CINDER I HOPE U KNO THAT YR LOVED... god tho i dont like how SAD I AM RN... cinder’s so small and the world is so big and wants 2 Shit On Her blease

honestly like. im rly- LOOK I SAID THIS BEFORE BUT. this is why im rly lovin the new cinder content because in the first version we only got glimpses of her internal machinations and now we’re in full-blown Always Sad territory and everything is suffering :)

She blinked. Her double did not.

‘well’, thought murphy. ‘that’s terrifying.’

she’d only survived thanks to a keen instinct for danger, cultivated during her tenuous teenage years.

i NEED. I NEED. CINDER BACKSTORY. all these lil nuggets dont constitute a meal! I WANT A BIG MAC AND FRIES. WHAT THE HELL WAS THIS BABY DOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

also again. the body horror of offal hunt? peak content. Im Lovin It

its getting harder to divine what is and what is not a 👈😎👈 because we got bits sprinkled around and theres only rly a spoiler potential if u glue em all together so im still being extra careful and the answer is blared in everyones faces so this whole kondor scene will go uncommented unless some Bullshit Happens which it will, so,

When she had become so invested in Glynda’s approval? When had a desire to be recognized as something inhuman, something ferocious, something black and terrible and capable of keeping up with Glynda Fucking Goodwitch turned into this?

oh! oh! i have the answer! i do! i know the answer! it’s you a lesbian,

The spectres of her youth haunted this city, owl-eyed children and fox-eared teens. They’d been a second sort of family, the only kind she’d had within these walls, and she’d wondered what had become of them in the past decades, but…

It was too sentimental, and she wasn’t meant to be a creature of sentiment.

oh boy okay wow

okay so actually this bit made me cry??? fuck OFF im losing it!!!!!!!! LET HER BE SENTIMENTAL!!!! LET HER HAVE PPL TO CARE ABT!!!!!!!!!! IM LITERALLY CRYING IM GONNA DIE!!!!!!!!!

She would go barefoot from this point on, her heels clutched at her side. When she left the hotel room to steal into the night, she promised herself not to look back.

im sorry im just. so sad rn. i havent cried over a fic in YEARS and we still have another chapter ago i hate this SO MUCH..............

here comes chapter 11 

if i cry even once more im going to stab!!!!!! im not sure what BUT ILL STAB!!!!!!!!!!!!

Even without his wings, the Manticore would easily have been twice the size of any of the other Grimm, far outstripping them in sheer bulk.

HATI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HATI HATI HATI

holy shit we actually get to see him this time!!!!!!!!!!! WE GET TO SEE THIS LEGENDARY BOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS CHONCC,

also hes a manticore now which is, Radical, may i just say, and just a little bit sexy,

The effortless grace in each move betrayed power most Grimm would not live to achieve. Once he stood, he had to dip his head low to meet her eye to eye. His canines were the length of her forearm.

if u werent here for the remaster? we never even SAW hati but now hes here, hes Big, and rly thats all that matters,

Like a child who’d been allowed to lie and lie until at last they’d strangled themself in the web they’d spun, Cinder couldn’t speak. Could only wait on his verdict.

every single one of cinder’s inherent themes is killing me and this business w/ family? stop. im dying. this is rude

The scant space between them popped and cracked like an sparking flame, warm and effervescent, and this time, Cinder lingered, hugging Hati close.

IF I CRY ONCE MORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I MEAN IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IF U ASSHOLES MAKE ME CRY ONCE MORE I WILL DOXX YOU,

aaaaaaaaaaaaaah im loving this content i rly dont have words for it dhjfgsdfgjh i just, rly like the words, and the order theyre in, and i honestly keep forgetting to liveblog it cause i just wanna READ EM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tempting as it was—as it always had been, ever since she’d left the relative safety of the wastes and learned what happened to scraggly-limbed teens with horns and fangs and gleaming eyes—

with every chapter i desperately have 2 kno more abt baby cinder i HAVE to know i am so. UNBEARABLY CURIOUS... baby cinder what happened... what happened 2 u....

A lantern’s glow warmed her, bleeding into the darkness leeching at them both. It was a gentle gold across her skin, and like an answering signal from a distant outpost, Cinder saw a flush of light through the dark fur lining Hati’s throat, as though flames licked at his insides.

i forgot. that cinder glows like that when she feels Loved or full of pride and you know what i dont like these chapters. they were made to hurt me and i Dont Like That (im mclovin it)

From the safety of Hati’s neck, she found it easier—after all this time, he was still her bastion.

WHEN YOU REALISE? THAT YR ACTIONS HAVE CONSEQUENCES?? STOP,

For a regular person, the machine would be able to draw out short bursts of power, the likes of which no Semblance could ever channel. The taxation would eventually destroy the soul so deeply, so thoroughly, as to leave it empty for good.

For a Witch? For—

the fact. she cut herself off before she could think ‘for glynda’. has me on the FLOOR. this bit is just So Much i dont like it

Glynda Goodwitch would not abandon this hunt. Cinder knew it, had read it from her palms like an open book—Glynda Goodwitch did not know how to stop. If it had been anyone else on Remnant, they might never return, might never pull themselves back into action after today—but Glynda did not have a shred of self-preservation.

me, knocking against cinder’s head: u kno for someone w/ so many schemes in yr brain yr pretty dumb and gay, huh,

firstly let’s talk abt cinder’s “””””””””””””””””””self-preservation””””””””””””””””””” instin-- whats that? not found? yes

[Glynda’s] eyes were empty, hungry, insatiable.

i feel like ive read this line before! lets jump back a chapter--

In [Cinder’s] eyes, there was a subtle, endless hunger.

WAKE UP CINDER SHE’S YR SOULMATE!!!!!!!!!!! THE COFFEE’S READY U CAN SMELL THE BACON FROM HERE WAKE UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

With a fluid leap, they were in the air, the ground quickly shrinking beneath them. Pressing her face against his neck to shield herself from the wind, she closed her eyes and prepared herself for what was to come, trusting Hati to deliver her safely.

that said i ADORE my boy hati is literally the best part of offal hunt kc and diesel do not interact,

He was frozen in horrific anticipation, like watching an imminent tragedy and being absolutely helpless to stop it. Like all the tension was mixed with grief and hopeless, futile fear.

when will offal hunt be nice to me. when will any of these characters get to be happy. hello. im full of sadness.

The sound was like a saw working back and forth, but resonating inside her head, rattling every tooth in her jaw, deafening to her ears.

im literally gritting my teeth at this i can hear it in my own head and its Very Bad!!!!!!!!!!!!! GOD AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

okay god i can barely handle to quote anything more this bit is hurting ME so lets swiftly move on before I Die

Cinder closed her weary eyes, sinking into sleep like a shallow grave.

BE NICE TO HER!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BE NICE TO HER JUST THIS ONCE, PLEASE, IM BEGGING YOU,

They only knew death, only ever sought death; fangs and claws slicked with blood, magic rending meat and marrow apart, and everywhere that choking, scalding heat, spilled blood like magma, like the core of a planet.

hmm... that seems like a 👈😎👈 ~reference~

They were all alert, ears pricked, hackles raised like Hati’s. They all fixed on the same spot, somewhere beyond the darkness of the cave opening, and though she could barely think, she knew:

She was out of time. The Witch was here.

oh no.

okay so THATS CHAPTERS 10 AND 11! i only cried ONCE and u kno what thats. a Victory. these two chapters were VERY GOOD i rly loved em and i can tell new readers r gonna have a blast w/ this shit!!!!!!!!!! meanwhile i, a veteran reader, am full of peril,

terrible.

[tessimagines]

Dance with me {Neville Longbottom x Reader}

Requested by anon:  Hey Tess, idk if you’re taking requests rn but I’d love one with 18, 53, and 63 from the prompt list with the reader and Neville Longbottom at the Yule Ball. Thanks 💖

Gif not mine, I found it on google. Credit to owner/creator.

Warnings: Nothing but pure fluff.

Wordcount: 1.25k

Prompts: 18.  “You’re completely clueless, aren’t you?” 53.  “Dance with me.” 63.  “Why are you staring at me?”

There was nothing quite like a Wizarding ball. Nothing you had experienced in the muggle world came close to what you were standing amongst now. It had nothing to do with the outright displays of magic or the outrageous wizarding costumes of some of the teachers, it came down to the sheer atmosphere of the event. Everyone was just relishing in the feel of the night, swaying to the wizarding music and laughing with the person beside them, their cheeks flushed with their own happiness and delight.

Not everyone was bound to feel comfortable, you knew that. There were a few people dotted around the room, their face paler than the rest and their eyes jumping from one happy, dancing person to the other. Some looked with a face of longing, others looked with resentment but each one of them couldn’t help but tap a foot along to the beat of the song that played from the stage.

You felt the nudge of Hermione’s elbow beside you. You looked up at her pretty face, her normally frizzy and unruly hair neat without a strand out of place. A large smile was planted on her face as she looked across at you, an eyebrow raised.

“Neville has been glancing over at you for the past ten minutes,” she said, a hint of giddiness in her voice. She couldn’t wipe the smile off her face, the feel of the night putting her in a seemingly endless lively mood.

You rolled your eyes at her. You knew what she was hinting at and couldn’t help but look over at the light-brown haired boy who stood on the outskirts of the room. As soon as your gaze meet his, his eyes quickly snapped away, his face quickly blushing bright red at the touch of his embarrassment.

The simple act of him looking away at your gaze brought the feeling of butterflies to your chest. You looked away from him and back at Hermione who still had her eyebrow raised. She didn’t even have to speak for you to know what she was hinting at. You sighed and took a sharp intake of breath before giving her your drink and making your way over to the boy across the room.

As soon as he realised you were walking towards him, his entire frame stiffened. You saw him swallow and take a deep breath before trying to look back up at you again. He was awkward, there was no doubt about that, but with it came a nice dose of cuteness. It was enough to make you lose your nerves and bring a smile to your face, a sense of ease seeping throughout your body.

You stood beside him for a moment, pouring yourself another drink before looking up onto his face. There was still a smile on your lips but Neville seemed to be a bit more nervous, finding it hard to meet your gaze for more than a few seconds at a time.

“Why have you been staring at me?” You asked. It probably wasn’t the right question to ask, it just seemed to make him more nervous. He opened his mouth but couldn’t seem to find the words.

“I… uh. I was just...”

You just smiled at him. It was a smile that seemed to calm his nerves a little bit, sending a warm rush throughout his body. He still held himself awkwardly, a light tinge of red gracing his cheeks.

You thought for a second before holding out a hand to him. He looked down at it and then back up at your face. A smile still played on your lips before you leaned in close and whispered, “Dance with me.”

He didn’t say anything as he grabbed your hand, he didn’t know if he could get a single word out. Never in a million years had he expected this to happen. Most people had laughed when he told them he couldn’t get a date to the dance, but now, when he was actually here, they only girl he had ever wanted to take was holding a hand out to him and asking him to do the thing he had been too nervous to ask you in the first place.

Putting his hand in yours, you lead him through the crowd of dancing people till you found a place that was empty enough for the two of you to dance. The music had slowed down now, no more senseless jumping about. Each person stood with their partner in their arms, rocking back and forth to the slow yet passionate music.

You guided his hand to the small of your back, his other hand still wrapped tightly in yours. Your arm rested on his shoulder, your faces only inches apart.

With each moment that you swayed together, Neville seemed to lose some of the stiffness in his body. He was a less awkward dancer than you had expected and he seemed to relax into the simple movements of the dance, his heart rate slowing down as he looked onto your face.

The whole thing seemed like a dream to him. It was like his mind couldn’t quite grasp what was happening right now in this moment. Every time you blinked, his breath hitched in his throat, reminding him that this wasn’t a dream and you were really standing in front of him.

“You’re completely clueless, aren’t you?”

He had muttered the words without conscious thought. He had thought them in his head but before he knew what had happened they were out of his mouth and hanging in the air between you.

Your eyes narrowed at his words. “What do you mean?”

It took him a second to answer, trying to think of the right words to say. He looked straight into your (e/c) eyes that shone in the light of the dance floor.

“I mean about my feelings for you, (y/n).” He took a deep breath before he continued. “I’ve liked you since that first moment on the Hogwarts Express when you handed Trevor back to me. I don’t know how you haven’t noticed; I can hardly speak whenever you talk to me.”

You didn’t know what to say as you looked up at him. The look on your face was one of bewilderment. Looking back at your past four years at Hogwarts, it wasn’t hard to see what he meant. It had been so blatantly obvious since the start. But then again, he hadn’t been able to notice your feelings either.

You didn’t say anything before leaning closer, pressing your lips against his. His lips were soft and didn’t respond for the first split second. But after he got over the initial shock of the feeling of your lips on his, he leant into it, kissing you back gently.

It wasn’t an extremely long kiss, nor was it rough or fast. But it embodied everything that you liked about Neville, his sweetness, his awkwardness and even his clumsy actions. It was real and pure and held everything that you needed it too, allowing Neville to see that he wasn’t alone in his feelings.

You took your hand out of his and moved it up to his shoulder, wrapping both your arms around him and drawing him closer. He rested his forehead against yours and smiled.

Maybe it had seemed like a dream before but Neville was eternally grateful that it wasn’t. He now had you in his arms and nothing had ever seemed so real in his life.

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[written-rebellion]

Perfect Distractions

A/N: You have no idea how happy I am to have this posted on time. I’m at Niagara Falls with my relatives from the Philippines rn but I had the tiiiniest spare moment to schedule this chapter. 

btw, since it’s mentioned this chapter and it’ll be semi-important later on, a Jeepney Bus is a form of public transport in the Philippines. They’re huge jeep-buses that come in all sorts of colours and designs. Here’s a picture of one. They’re pretty cool!

Claire wishes she was home, Jamie wishes he could fly, and as always, all the facts of this fanfic are contrived specifically to make fluffy university/modern-day au scenarios. Please let me know what you think!

Part One: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] | Part Two: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] | Part Three: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] | Part Four: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] | Part Five: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] | Part Six: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] | Part Seven: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] | Part Eight: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] | Part Nine: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] | Part Ten: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] | Part Eleven: [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] | Part Twelve: [Chapter 1]

Part Twelve: Message Received | Chapter 2

It had taken Claire roughly two decades to find a place she could confidently call home, a place she could pin her heart to and refill her soul regardless of how exams, classes, or life in general drained her.

And that place was Jamie.

Nothing else on earth smoothed the static tremors of her life like the way his large hand squeezed her waist or the feel of his lips on her forehead.

At the moment though, the prospect of a softer bed and Rose’s cooking after weeks of work came pretty close.

She drummed her fingers against the armrest, dispassionately staring at the bumper-to-bumper traffic she’d quickly become accustomed to. The closer they got to Manila, the less it felt like nighttime as the neon glow of billboards and giant shopping malls lit the highways and reflected off the shiny, brightly coloured Jeepney buses.

Joe, in the seat next to her, patted her shoulder before leaning over to one of their mentors in the front seat.

“He’s got that pocket Wi-Fi thing,” he said, turning back to Claire. “We’re finally in range again.”

She nodded in thanks, thoughts floating anchorless as her body slowly came down from the adrenaline she’d ran on the last few days.

Within seconds of connecting, her phone buzzed so incessantly she thought she was getting a call, but the only Jamie she saw was the one frozen in time at Lallybroch on her lock screen.

It made sense, of course. They’d been off-grid for a while, who knew what kind of emails and notifications they’d missed?

She was heading straight for Jamie’s message history when the car pulled off the highway and down towards Rose’s neighbourhood.

Slipping her phone in her pocket for now, she and Joe slid out of the car once it pulled over.

She waited on Joe to grab the bags from the trunk, thumbing back and forth through her apps till she saw it.

31.

31 messages from Jamie in a small red circle on top of the app.

All manner of anxiety flushed through her. She’d expected a few, but to send 31 required just a bit more intent. Could she have missed an emergency?

Joe’s voice stopped her from opening the app, coming over with her bags.

“You okay there, LJ?”

“We’re fine,” she said quickly, locking her phone.

“I asked if you were okay,” he said, regarding her with raised brows.

“A-and, that’s what I said, I’m fine.”

He nodded slowly.

“I just mean, y’know, I know you and that kid were close…”

She bit down hard on her cheek. Inhaling quickly, she gathered up her bags.

“I’m fine,” she said, nodding to convince the both of them.

“Get some rest, Lady Jane,” he said, giving her shoulder a squeeze. “You’ve earned it.”

She smiled at that.

“You too, Joe. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Rest sounded heavenly. This level of exhaustion, she’d quickly learned, was fast to call dreams to her and made it much easier to imagine the small arms she hugged tightly to her waist were Jamie’s instead.

It was two even smaller arms wrapping around her when she walked into the house, though.

“You’re back!”

She held Angie to her for a moment, one hand coming up to bring her close, and finding her backpack instead of her back.

Claire looked up as Rose walked into the doorway, keys on hand.

“I’m working tonight,” she said after hugging Claire too. “Angie’s going to stay with a friend.”

“But I don’t wanna go to Tita Lina’s if Ate Claire’s here!” Despite her protests, she ended on a yawn and Claire smiled, leaning down to rub her cheek.

“I’ll tell you all about my trip tomorrow, okay?”

Tantrum successfully avoided, Claire waved the two sisters off and locked the door, waiting until she was completely alone to melt into the couch.

It started as a sigh, but in no time turned into hot tears streaming soundlessly down her cheeks.

There was nothing she could do. Nothing at all.

She dragged her feet to the bathroom, not bothering to assess the damage in the mirror as she stripped and got into the shower.

The cool water was an unmitigated blessing, doing well to ease the weight of those last few days in Cavite.

Settling into bed in just a shirt – not Jamie’s, because the scent had long since been washed away – she was ready to let dreamless sleep pull her in.

Her phone pinged and her eyes shot open again.

31 messages she’d momentarily forgotten had now turned to 32.

 >         I expect ye’ll be overwhelmed by the messages when ye get them. Apologies, lass. But, if ye read any at all, I hope it's this one. I love ye, and I’m proud of ye. I miss ye, aye, but I’ll be waiting right here for ye when ye return.

How the bloody hell did he do that? From halfway across the world no less.

She skimmed through the other messages, feeling the tears bubbling anew. But below, her smile was trembling much like her fingers as she wobbly typed a reply.

 >           Busy? Can I call?

She’d barely taken a breath after clicking send when—

 >          5 min, mo graidgh.

---

He sprinted back to the dorms, nearly crashing into John at the door of the room.

“Lost Wi-Fi again?”

“Nay, we—” He stopped, looking his roommate up and down. “Where are ye off to?”

“Chess club,” he replied, “And I’ll probably stay over at a friend’s tonight so don’t wait up.”

Jamie waved him off, watching his roommate’s back walk down the hallway with increasing curiosity, but a squeeze to his phone – like the squeeze of her hand in his – reminded him.

He sat on his bed, watching the call connect and already imagining her smile, her laugh as she shook her head at him.

“32 messages, James Fraser?! Are you quite insane?”

When he actually saw her, his entire body tensed.

“Jamie,” she said, attempting so much less than the smile he’d expected.

“Claire… What’s wrong, mo chridhe?”

“Wrong? N-nothing’s—”

“Ye’ve been crying, lass.”

He could almost see her trying to pull a feeble excuse from the thoughts swirling around her head. Then, she sighed.

“What’s happened, mo graidgh?”

Tears were precariously balanced on her lashes. She took a breath and – to his surprise – smiled at him.

“I bloody love you, you know? I just got your messages.”

His cheeks pinked but he said nothing, his eyes gently urging her towards an explanation.

She swallowed, understanding, before she started again.

“There was a little boy, Elijah.” She smiled faintly. “We all called him Eli…”

She’d worked and lived at a centre in rural Cavite, providing any medical assistance needed in the morning and teaching health lessons to locals in the afternoons with Joe taking the opposite shift.

Eli had been a particularly frequent and particularly young student amid mostly teenagers and adults. Only 6-years-old or so, he’d had the kind of bright-eyed curiosity and eagerness that would undoubtedly draw Claire to him.

“He’d want to carry my medical bag everywhere, even though it was basically half his size,” she chuckled. “Followed me around like a little chick so often, Joe started calling him my tail. And he’d have all kinds of questions. We could barely understand each other at first but he was—was so smart and—”

“What happened to him?” He could see her slowly collapsing into herself and his heart physically ached, yearning to break out of his chest and fly across the world just to comfort hers.

“I was getting ready for my second shift on our last day there and I saw a woman talking to one of our supervisors. She was… she was crying, trying to explain something in Tagalog I couldn’t understand and then—I… Eli didn’t show up for class.”

She took a breath and Jamie simply watched her try to ground herself, wanting nothing more than to reach through his phone, take her face in his hands and kiss her tears away.

“Hush now, love. Dinna cry, my heart, my brown-haired lass, I’m here,” he murmured in Gaelic.

“Dengue fever,” she said after a time. “It was sudden. It was fatal. It was—It’s—” She sniffed, despair shifting into frustration. “—we have medicine that could have eased the pain or— Or we… I could have—”

“Christ Claire…” He crossed himself. “I’m so verra sorry, mo chridhe.”

“I could have done something. I should have. I just didn’t… No one knew and—”

“And that’s no’ yer fault, mo nighean donn. None of it was yer fault.”

“I… I just—”

She knuckled away her tears, doing what Jamie wished he could. Every inch of him was on edge, straining to break across borders, distance, time itself to get to her, to tuck her into his chest and shelter her from the rest of the world.  His palms were sweaty from both his sprint to the dorm and the sheer will to keep himself from jumping on a plane and flying to her side this very moment.

“I miss you, love,” she said, sounding thoroughly shattered – exactly like his heart. “I… I need—”

“Anything. Anything at all.”

“I need you, Jamie.”

His phone nearly slipped out of his hand.

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Getting to know you tag

I was tagged by @excusemewhileiplaykh

♥ Answer some questions, then tag some people you want to get to know!

1. Nickname: Guil (the u is silent)

2. Zodiac sign: Scorpio

3. Height: 5′5″ ish

4. Most recent drink: Hot chocolate

5. Last thing I googled: "kh2 novel jp” I was looking for a potential translation discrepancy, but I couldn’t find any that didn’t cost money and I don’t have much o’ that

6. Favourite video game character: aaaah it goes back and forth between Riku and Sora Kingdom Hearts, leaning towards Riku rn

7. Last creative post for tumblr was?: Does this count?

8. Other blogs: Just ma art blog

9. Do I get asks: every once and a while, and I’m always happy to get more ;)

10. Following: 300, huh I wasn’t expecting it to be such an exact number

11. A Favorite Memory: A year or two ago my friend and I were taking the scenic route back from a camping trip (the rest of the group took the ferry back like a bunch of lamers) and we got to see whales breaching! There were at least 4 of them it was really cool  

12. Amount of sleep: anywhere from 5 to 11 hours...

13. Lucky number: 13 and I swear that only partially has to do with KH

14. What am I wearing: sweatpants, a comfy shirt, and a jacket. My at home usual

15. Dream job: aaaa... working on that

16. Dream trip: I’ve wanted to go to the KH orchestra concert for years, and now I’m finally going to see it in NY with one of my best friends :D

17. Favourite food: I love all sorts of food, but uuuh, I do make a mean filet mignon, I would eat it all the time if I could

18. Play any instruments: nope, but I can sing pretty well

19. Languages: English and Japanese 

20. A song from current writing playlist: I use it more for drawing, but I have an Utada playlist and it hit me recently the song Oozara De Dakishimete is a big soriku song, the title literally means embraced by the sky...

21. Random fact: hmmm, I have a black belt in martial arts, I’m a bit out of practice but I can still break someone's arm

Let’s see... I’ll tag: @moonav and @varpusvaras and anyone else who wants to. Go ahead and tag me so I can see!!

[phantomrubies]

Dancing for Infidget prompts? Infinite would have to stand on his toes and Gadget might start bending down to meet him half-way. Also, while waltzing, Infinite would always looks floaty and graceful, but Gadget would keep slipping into a polka waltz. They'd keep standing on one-another's toes, but Infinite can't help but smile a little when seeing Gadget look so energetic and happy. (THIS WAS GONNA BE THE ONE SENTENCE AND I GOT CARRIED AWAY SORRY)

AYEEE THIS IS A RLY CUTE PROMPT THANK Ui think i didnt entirely nail this bc im v rusty w my writing rn, but hopefully what ended up tumbling out suffices sdfghjgf i’ll dump it under a read more!! didnt have much of a proper direction so what happened just kinda happened lmao

There’s flour everywhere. Absolutely everywhere. Coating the wooden countertops, clinging to their fur, the substance spreads from area to area with seemingly no end amidst all the other kitchen chaos. Pots and pans also clutter the sink in disorderly piles, sugar spills from a packet left open and slumped over on its side, used utensils are strewn around, there’s a small puddle of milk on the tiled floor… the list could go on.But Infinite and Gadget are having the time of their lives. Caring not for the disarray, the two banter back and forth as they finish putting their cookies into the toasty oven at long last. While not the most professional looking lumps of dough, the wolf insists it’s perfectly fine; they’re made with love.“Well, so long as neither of us get food poisoning. Love won’t save us from that.”The teasing comment prompts said wolf to playfully swat at his arm with a checkered print tea-towel in protest. “Hey, I may be a sloppy baker, but I’m not that careless!”“…I guess I’ll take your word for it.”Due to the heat in the room gradually rising what with the cooking, the long-haired mobian reaches over to unlatch and open the window. The light summer breeze that flows in is instantly gratifying, fluttering the curtains and ruffling said hair somewhat, and it carries the scent of flowers. He can now hear faint, distant sounds of small children frolicking in the park nearby to their flat, almost drowned out entirely by the soft, mildly static hum of their old radio. Despite being past its prime, Gadget had insisted on keeping it, claiming the slightly warbled sound gave it an odd kind of charm. Naturally, Infinite had tuned the aged thing into a rock station.He soaks in all the elements of the homely atmosphere as, speak of the devil, Gadget slides up behind him and buries his snout into the crook of Infinite’s neck. Long white locks are delicately brushed aside. As the wolf speaks, his warm breath tickles against obsidian fur, and there’s that distinct, little hint of giddiness in his tone that weaves its way in whenever he’s close to his partner. They only made things official just recently, so it’s understandable, really.“You hungry..?”“Hm?”“Aw, c'mon, don’t say you still don’t have an appetite after all this work. They won’t take long!”“Oh, don’t worry, I’m definitely not letting these go to waste.” Infinite can practically feel his boyfriend’s familiar, beaming grin, and chuckles.For a moment they merely stand there enjoying one another’s company, until Gadget abruptly shifts, taking hold of one of Infinite’s hands. He then leans over with the other to turn the volume dial of the radio propped on the windowsill, cranking it up higher with a gleeful sparkle in his amber eyes. The words that follow the gesture are spoken more akin to an affectionate demand than a means of invitation.“Dance with me.”“..Dance?” Infinite blinks, cocking his head with one comically raised brow. A slight smirk graces his features. “You’re… not kidding, are you?”Feeling the wolf interlock their fingers together more securely, he supposes he has his answer, but if that wasn’t enough of a giveaway, Gadget nods enthusiastically. As what he can vaguely identify as the intro to some early 2000’s hit starts up, he finds himself dragged into……a waltz?“What makes you think I’d joke with you like that?”Infinite is clearly struggling to hold back his amusement, trying to ease into the unsteady flow - if their awkward shuffling could even be considered as such - of movements.“You know, Gadget, this choice of dance and the music don’t exactly match. In fact, they clash horribly.”“Who cares?! Having fun is what’s important. We may be terrible,” the statement is unintentionally emphasised as Gadget steps on his foot, “but we’re terrible together.”…He can’t argue with that. A grin graces his muzzle, and Infinite laughs, admiring his energetic companion with a gentle and humoured gaze. The two allow themselves to get lost in the music, and quite frankly, most certainly each other as well. They sometimes slip into completely different styles of dance, swaying back and forth and always entirely off-beat to the rhythm of the song, but lack a care in the world. Infinite swears his heart is drumming far harder than bassline of this track, and as it draws to a close, in an attempt to end with a flourish, Gadget for once makes a rather bold move and dips the other mobian. This would have worked out…If it wasn’t for the milk on the floor.Infinite’s bare foot slips on the spillage and he falls down without even time to register it, pulling his poor boyfriend with him until they’re left in an unceremonious, tangled heap on the chill tiles. Gadget is on top of him gaping down in surprise and embarrassment, the radio continues to blare obnoxiously, their prides are down the drain……and then they break into laughter harder than they have in weeks. Who could possibly keep a straight face? The sheer hilarity of the situation hits and both can barely just wheeze out words of apology to one another after the tumble they took. It requires a solid few minutes to calm down enough for them to meet gazes again without it inducing another chuckle fit, but once they do, Infinite is left breathless not simply because of the amount of giggles they’ve shared by this point or having the wind knocked out of him, but by the sheer happiness in Gadget’s eyes. The wolf is absolutely radiating joy, and to know that he had a part in bringing him that joy? It makes his heart soar to indescribable heights. He lacks a cheesy enough metaphor to truly express the way his love’s presence makes him feel, in fact.Gadget tilts his head with a curious smile as though silently questioning the unwavering, awestruck stare, and that’s when Infinite kisses him. Hands find themselves running through unkempt, but wonderfully soft auburn fur.He’s too adorable, damn it. It’s spontaneous and brief, but lingering; the two are reluctant to withdraw. Infinite finds he tastes of all things sweet and sugary, like strawberries and cream, or his favourite candy, and Gadget’s smooth lips ghost over his admittedly more chapped own, feather-light but with a deeply resonating fondness. It remains like this for… well, he isn’t sure how long. What, you expect a guy to be able to focus enough to count the seconds at a time like this?“As much as I love kissing you,” Gadget finally mumbles between each tiny peck, his cheeks heavily flushed, “The floor isn’t exactly comfy, Infi. Plus, the cookies are gonna burn…”Infinite smiles and rolls his eyes. He laughs in deep huffs, and strays to pepper a few final smooches over the other’s freckled muzzle, before ceasing in his affections entirely. “It hasn’t been that long. I do agree with you about the floor, though…”That being said, Gadget manoeuvres off of him and within a moment, they’re both back on their feet and rummaging around for a pair of misplaced oven-gloves. Suffice to say, while Infinite’s rear might be a bit sore the next day, he deems the fall worth it. Entirely.…“Have you been eating the icing, by the way?”…“How’d you know?”

[alien-clavicles]

ALL ABOUT BRITTANY

This is about my persona Brittany! Woo! Some of this will be revolved around an Invader Zim RP I’m doing atm but it’s mostly general for everything.

⦁ Brittany is 5'0" and doesn’t mind being that height very much. A couple more inches would be nice to have, but it’s not on the top of her “what I want really bad” list.

⦁ Brittany chews on her bottom lip a lot and pulls the skin with her teeth.

⦁ As strange as it sounds, the sting from the cuts that will occur if she pulls too hard feel…good, in a way. She likes the sting. However, she won’t go out of her way to purposefully hurt her lip. The wounds are accidental.

⦁ Therefore, because of the flesh healing over and over and her biting what’s being healed over and over, her bottom lip has a very rough texture to it.

⦁ Brittany is left handed.

⦁ Her favorite colors are blue and green. She can’t choose between the two. Blue reminds her of advanced technology and the sky. Green reminds her of the greenery on Earth. It’s beautiful.

⦁ Speaking of technology, she LOVES advanced things! It’s just so cool how someone can achieve things people have only dreamed of doing (like flying or traveling in space) with science!

⦁ Brittany is 18 years old (in this RP. In real life, which is me, technically, she’s 17).

⦁ She’s a perfectionist. She used to be proud of it, and thought it made her superior to others (which is does, in a way. Good grades, awards, etc etc etc.), but now she’s realized it’s caused her to raise her standards far too high. Everything needs to be perfect. She can’t fail. She knows that mistakes are good because they help you learn, but it still feels wrong to have it happen to someone like her.

⦁ Because of this, she’s went to a psychologist to ask what was wrong with her. Turns out she’s normal but has more anxiety than a normal person.

⦁ Her anxiousness makes her anxious of how well she’ll pull through with something. She constantly gets worried that it’ll cause her to not enjoy a new experience (like skydiving) because it was clouded with fear.

⦁ Brittany slouches a lot. Please remind her to stand up straight thanks :D

⦁ She’s an artist! She used to want to peruse that as a career, but realized her love for science (space, specifically) and aimed her goals towards that instead. Art is now a hobby for her, and now draws when she wants to instead of scrambling to get better and better all the time. Cuse, y'know, perfectionism! It sucks! Woo!

⦁ CHOCOLATE !!!!

⦁ Loves sweets/baked goods in general. Prefers that stuff over cheaper things like candy.

⦁ CARTOONS (STEVEN UNIVERSE, ADVENTURE TIME, ETC.)

⦁ Brittany’s into one anime only: One Piece. It’s super cool and she’s learned a lot about being a good friend from it.

⦁ Not a fan of oranges.

⦁ Is afraid of dark corridors.

⦁ Needs to sleep with white noise. She can manage to fall asleep without it though (it’s very difficult to do that, however)

⦁ TERRIBLE at replying to texts. Expect a reply within three days instead of now, please.

⦁ She has nothing against the person. She just doesn’t feel like having a conversation atm.

⦁ Constantly lives in her mind; going on crazy adventures that would never happen. That and drawing/writing self insert have really been the only outlets that let her escape her averagely mundane life.

⦁ As a kid, Brittany’s always been interested in science. Why did this happen? HOW did this happen? Where did that come from? How does it work?

⦁ It started with her dad, honestly. She remembers the times when she’d ride back and forth on her Rip-Stick (a rad skateboard, incase you didn’t know) at the end of the driveway while her dad would lean against the back of his car and sip on tea. They’d talk about anything at all. Making theories, telling each other facts, and mostly just looking up at the stars and talking about space.

⦁ Those little talks happened like three times ever during her childhood but they were memorable anyway.

⦁ Because of those talks, she realized how small humanity was compared to the universe at a young age. And it only fueled her fire of knowledge seeking.

⦁ With that said, she wants to be an astronaut now! Or an astrobiologist. Or an astronomer.

⦁ She forced herself to cry at her great-grandfather’s funeral because she thought she’d come off as uncaring and cold if she didn’t. She loved him, but she never knew him well, y'know? Then she realized that she didn’t have to appease to others to make them happy.

⦁ She didn’t cry at her great-grandmother’s funeral.

⦁ SO CLOUDS. GIANT FLOATING WHITE THINGS IN THE SKY. WH OA. SO COOL?? WHY IS NO ONE ELSE FREAKING OUT ABOUT THIS LIKE

⦁ SO PRETTY

⦁ OUTER SPACE NERD ALL THE WAY DON’T EVEN UTTER THE WORD “SPACE” AROUND HER EVER YOU’LL NEED TO GET A MUZZLE FOR HER

⦁ Super proud of her legs, man. She got the muscle from her dad and the curvy shape from her mom. *wink wonk*

⦁ When she sweats only her right armpit smells. ONLY HER RIGHT ONE.

⦁ *confused sounds* why this happens  ????? ??

⦁ Brittany’s a brown belt with two black stripes in Hapkido (a type of martial arts. Also it’s one black stripe rn in real life).

⦁ She also teaches children! It’d be way more fun if the parents weren’t watching. She gets very anxious about her performance around them. Almost ruins the experience, but….money’s a thing.

⦁ She doesn’t really feel like she’s at the level she’s at though. This is due to her not practicing at home ever.

⦁ Plays the ukulele! She doesn’t bother to memorize strings or chord names or how to read sheet music. She just learns songs online and has fun. It’s self taught too.

⦁ Brittany quit soccer as a kid at her very first game because it was muddy. She cried about the mud that day.

⦁ She’s a sensitive Sally. She tries hard to not take things to heart, but once she feels that pang in her chest it’s impossible to stop.

⦁ Craves attention and recognition. She constantly imagines herself coming out on top in the end, and wants compliments all the time.

⦁ But when she actually receives them she’s a giddy, idiotic mess. Not as smooth as she sees herself in her mind.

⦁ She’s dropped her little sister (5 year difference) down the steps multiple times in one week specifically when she was young. Her sister’s mouth bled a lot that week because of the falls, and Brittany wondered how she could be so clumsy in one interval of time.

⦁ Christmas is her favorite holiday! The lights, music, colors, and pine make her feel safe. Especially with how her mom goes all out decorating. She makes the house have such a nice atmosphere.

⦁ She wants to travel and go on adventures, but always finds herself lazing around every day instead.

⦁ When the eye doctors told her she’d need glasses for the first time, she cried though the rest of the appointment and until her and her family got home. The reason being that she never thought something as inferior as near-sightedness would happen to someone as flaw-free as her.

⦁ She’s not wiser than her peers, but she’s brighter than them. She’ll talk about things that aren’t normal for a teen (space, the meaning of life, societal issues, the biology of the human body, psychology, etc.)

⦁ Because of this, it’s difficult for her to click with others her age. They want to talk about the newest picture filter on Instagram, while she wants to discuss the concept of time. It can get lonely.

⦁ That’s why she has few a few people she actually counts as true friends. Everyone else is an acquaintance.

⦁ Her sneezes are always in pairs of two. Always.

⦁ When she was little, Brittany used to have this habit of twitching her head in a small seizure-like manner (kind of like a VERY mild case of Tourettes). While at a carnival, her dad told her that if she didn’t stop, he’d take her to the doctor to have them shove a LOOOONG needle into her spine to inject a medicine that would make her stop the twitching.

⦁ Brittany ran away and cried behind the Farris wheel. It wasn’t a good day for little Brittany.