#edit: house is blue bc some days they all collectively decide that house can go fuck himself

[thechy-fychannel]

something something house thinking he's being sneaky and unethical by "secretly" fooling around with everyone behind their backs but they actually all know about each other and secretly organize passing that slut around the hospital

[bitchapalooza]

More hetalia highschool AU, 🌟magic team🌟 edition :)

Under the cut bc it is long ❤️

Vladimir is that one kid obsessed with Twilight but only for the vampires; it was his first ever exposure to vampires thanks to his dad thinking Twilight was an appropriate book for a 11 year old. Team Edward going strong for five years, he'd proudly declare like it actually mattered. He tries his best to dress goth at school even though his uniform gets in the way. Fake ear piercings(his parents won't let him pierce them yet), over the top makeup, he's dyed the top half of his shoes black because his parents were concerned about his obsession with black and wouldn't buy him the black tennies he wanted— "mom look, these are marked down for back to school! Can I pleeeease get them???" "....may I know why the black ones specifically?" "They match the ever nothingness of my soul." "Yep! The white ones it is then!" "Mooooooooooom!"— Vladimir has been dubbed the cringy vampire kid of course.

Lukas is into pretty much anything concerning cryptids and magical creatures because they can't be proven to be fake or real, which intrigues him. He carries a book about mushrooms at all times and info dumps on pretty much anyone about identifying poisonous mushrooms and which mushrooms are safe to eat. His backpack is covered in buttons and pins to show off his interests. He keeps an amethyst in the front pocket of his backpack, reason unknown other than to just randomly pull it out and let Mikkel look at it. He's that kid that always wears his hoodie no matter the season, he never takes it off. Under his hoodie is always a crude worded t-shirt that the school would not approve of, much less his parents. He's relatively quiet and because he's quiet he's considered a weird kid.

Arthur can't decide if punk is his style or if goth is. Either way, his way of self expression at school in addition to the uniform is horrible. Checkered black/red shoes his grandma got him with his older brother's hand me down worn out greying socks—"can I PLEASE just have my own clothes???" "we have perfectly good clothes for you in the garage! I can fix them up to fit you better and everything!" "but I want cool NEW clothes!" "those are cool clothes and as far as the other kids know, they're also new. Now get your transformer backpack and get to the car. I put a new patch on it last night so that should hold it for the rest of the year."— Old Pierce the veil shirt, with holes chewed into the collar from his older brother Dillan, peeking out from under his white polo. A black and red choker to match his black and red slowly tearing apart too big flannel on top of a black pull over. A deep blue beanie, the hoodie of his pull over almost constantly on top when outside the school. He dyes a part of his hair a different color every month. He spikes his hair using too much gel and is convinced he looks good. He talks too much about bands and always gets Vlad and Lukas going on and on about fictional creatures he does not FULLY believe in himself. He does, however, believe in magic and loves Harry Potter, more specifically the Weaselys, to bits.

Natalya is a sophomore, a year behind the boys, and she just kinda pushed her way into the friend group until they eventually accepted her into it. They were the only three she knew who liked occult related topics. She's on the baseball team because she wanted an excuse to hit things with another thing and NOT get detention because of it. She wears the khaki uniform skirt and takes full advantage over being able to wear any kind of tights underneath; skull pattern, plain black, blood splatter pattern, fire pattern. Anything that makes her feel like a badass. She's always talking about antiques and forging weapons, more specifically knives. She has a whole collection of fidget toys but her favorite is this pea pod keychain her father gave her. She's always talking about how she'd like to be a medical examiner and to just prove that she's serious, she'll bring up a picture of a human model and point out the difference between a self inflicted fatal wound and a homicide. She puts up a charade of being able to see and talk to ghosts to freak out Alfred, her extended friend first met through Tolys.

They collectively believe they're cool and that other people know this. They're genuinely blind to the obvious snickers sent their way, being called losers and nerds. They're really knowm for like really pathetic things like; Natalya is Ivan's, tallest and most intimidating member of the wrestling team, weird younger sister by a year. Lukas is just the weird quiet kid that reads by the courtyard garden during lunch. Vladimir is not only the vampire goth kid but the kid who's parents believe the teachers are giving his son low grades on purpose and will yell at them for it. And Arthur is just. He's another Kirkland, immediately assumed to be a massive trouble maker because of his now graduated brother Alistair and one grade above him brother Dillan. Everyone loved his eldest brother Darick and sometimes compare him to Darick.

Compared to what others THINK they do, such as witch craft for some odd reason, the four of them do pretty typical teen activities. Like hang out at the mall. Do their honework together. Play video games and D&D when they have the chance. The boys do have sleepovers still as they have since meeting each other in middle school, Nat not really being a fan of sleeping where she doesn't live but comfortable enough to go to their houses and just chill for the day. They have become friends because of their related interests but thats not what they're ALL ABOUT.

Fun facts/stories about these losers I thought about while bored as fuck:

• Lukas, in his freshman year, went on a nature hike field trip with his lit class after reading Into The Wild. And he brought his mushroom book of course. They walked around, looking at the sights, talked about the book. Lukas just stops at one point, falling behind the class. He picks up a mushroom, goes to the teacher and is like "You see this? Its not poisonous." And straight up fucking eats it without warning. The teacher called an ambulance even though Lukas kept telling him he was fine and that that mushroom was 100% okay to eat raw, but for sure better off cooked. Lukas calmly shows the paramedics his book and they're like "yeah that actually was safe to eat, we don't need the book to confirm that, but um. Please don't ever pick something off the ground and eat it again. Just. Please don't do that, son." .....he did it again before leaving to go back to school but this time he didn't tell anyone.

• In elementary school, Natalya brought in a model of the human brain she asked her dad to borrow. He had to say yes because she was his only child genuinely interested, not bored of, his medical profession and he found it very cute and honoring. So she's at show and tell, its her turn right, and she silently goes up to the front of the class and pulls out the model brain. Teacher tries to step in because, hey, these are 6 year olds—AND WHY DOES THIS 6 YEAR OLD HAVE A PLASTIC BRAIN??? But Nat just shooshes her. In surprised shock, the teacher is just quiet as Nat begins to explain parts of the brain and their function— which was all wrong actually. She knew the words and everything but she didn't get the locations right. She sounded confident and smart and she was telling this to a bunch of 6 year olds so they believed her of course. End of the school day, her dad is having a hilarious conference with his youngest's teacher about the brain incident.

• Vladimir loves reading. He's loved it since he began to learn how, even if his dyslexia gives him grief along the way. So since he loves to read he'll always get excited and read ahead in class or in the public library reading club. One summer, the reading club was reading The Giver and it was getting really good. Vlad was loving the story, so much so that Vlad began to read ahead in his own time when he really wasn't supposed to be, the club was reading it together out loud and discussing it. Now he's read enough and worked hard enough to figure out how to help himself focus better and understand each word and sentence without having to reread it all multiple times over or get stuck. But sometimes the meaning and context to what he's reading doesn't ALWAYS process with the words as he's too focused on reading the words right and it passes right over his head. So Vlad is reading ahead and he's getting to the part where The Giver has given Jonas the memory of the sled again. And Vlad just sits there after reading that paragraph. He rereads it. And rereads it again. And then he leaves his book on his bed, goes to the the hall closet and takes out the ironing board. He grabs a plastic container to use as an ill attempt of a helmet and he just. Rockets down the staircase and hits the wall. He screams and cries and his parents rush in from the livingroom. When asked what happened he just says "I wanted to understand the sled scene better! Now I do and I feel really bad for Jonas!" He just couldn't quite grasp WHY the sled accident hurt, never had a broken bone nor sled afterall, and needed to find out. And that's how Vlad got his first broken arm at the age of 12.

• When Alfred and Matthew moved in with Arthur's family, Arthur didn't like it. He was a moody young teen but he was also just tired of the full house. His cousins were loud and nosey. He had to share a room with his four older brothers already and now with Matthew while Kathleen and Alfred got a room to themselves. Arthur thought this was so unfair. So his solution was to run away. He was 13, he needed a place to have some peace and quiet for once. So he texts Francis and Lukas, the only two of his friends living in his neighnorhood. Francis is not on board with helping him run away at first but then Lukas brings literally all his camping gear for Arthur's use and then Francis is on board because he had the feeling Arthur was going to get himself killed somehow. So as the elder one of the group he accompanied Arthur and Lukas out to the short stretch of woods behind the last street of their neighborhood, intending to go to the big clearing before hitting the roads leading to the airport and whatever else buildings. They're out there setting everything up together and they're done by like 4 pm. They sit down and talk, munch on oreos and other snacks Arthur deemed as essential survival foods. Then Francis looks at his cell and remarks "wow its already 6! Ah, Lukas, we should get home. Afterall, neither of us ran away so we still have supper to eat. Come on Lukas, let's go before our parents come looking for us." They exchange goodbyes, Francis trying his best to hide his cocky smirk. So Lukas and Francis start walking off, Arthur crawls into the tent and eats half a cookie before frowning and feeling too alone. He didn't expect to feel alone because all he wanted was to BE ALONE. Before he knows it, he's running out of the tent yelling after his friends to stop and wait up. "Oh whats wrong, Arthur? I thought you wanted to run away." "I— I forgot I hadn't fed my rabbit is all! I'll run away tomorrow! I'm not... Feeling lonely if.. If that's what you think...." Arthur did not run away the next day. Buuuuuut the three plus Vlad made a tree house together in the Kirkland backyard that they still use today!

[that-one-girl-behind-you]

jgm soulmate au where jon n martin (separately i guess) turn on the news in 2009 and see footage of gerry's trial, recognize him as one of their soulmates, and immediately go "wait he did what?? wtf????"

Ok but ANON YOU CAN'T JUST DROP THIS AND RUN?!

What *kind* of soulmate AU?! it can't be "first words they say to you" or "soulmate mark" bc they're not meeting Gerry in person . I guess it could be "countdown until you first see them" but I really don't think it would make much sense to be so close to reaching zero on your countdown and turning the TV on. So? I'm going with? My personal favorite, "world is shades of grey until you see them"!

More under the cut bc what is self control, i went HAM on this.

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Jon gave up on the idea of soulmates a long time ago. It's not just that the idea of soulmates is overly sexualized in mainstream media (teen Jon watching one too many movies where the protagonists find each other and suddenly they can't get their clothes off soon enough before deciding that mmmmmm nah, thank you), but also that Jon, as Jon does, has shitty self-esteem.

Meeting Georgie, loving Georgie was what convinced him that the whole concept of soulmates was bullshit. If Georgie didn't bring color into his life, who could?

Turns out, one Gerard Keay, on trial for murdering his own mother. That's what the TV claims at least, and Jon keeps rubbing at his eyes, but there's no denying it: he's seeing the red of the blood on the gruesome pictures shown on the screen, the black of his dyed hair, and the dull blonde of his too-long roots.

He can only see some colors, though, almost as if half the world was still grey, and he knows what that must mean. Of course Jonathan Sims, who never wanted a soulmate, would get two of them.

He very resolutely doesn't follow Gerard's case. He's alright living as he is, and if his soulmate is a murderer, then he's definitely better without him.

He's practically forgotten about the whole thing by the time he gets moved down to the archives, until he's introducing himself to his new team. It's mostly a formality, he's worked with Tim for years, and he's seen Sasha enough times when he's visited Artifact Storage to check if "A Guest For Mister Spider" has been added to the collection. The last guy, he's only heard of, and he's not making a very good impression by being late.

The door opens, and in comes Martin, large and fat and smiling apologetically, and Jon sees green for the first time in his life, in the shocked eyes that fix themselves to his, the greys remaining in his vision cleared away and the world is so vibrant it makes him a bit dizzy.

*vinyl scratch sound* NOW MARTIN

I'm hella in for Romantic Marto bc let's be honest, that's canon, and he probably is a romantic in this AU too, just...

Martin's parents were soulmates.

All the color in the world didn't stop his father from leaving, and Martin learns fairly quickly that his fairytale books with princesses and their soulmates are just that, fairytales, and he should not being them up to his mother, because it upsets her and that's never good.

He doesn't even tells her he doesn't see colors.

He never stops hoping for his soulmate to come along, though, looks at strangers in the subway, frequents crowded places he absolutely hates to be at, and then feels pathetic and embarrassed for days.

He turns the TV on for his mother, because it's the only thing that gets her to calm down when she's having a bad day. She changes the channel, and Martin drops the water pitcher he was holding.

He's apologizing before his mother is even screaming, but he couldn't care less, for once. He sees the bright yellow of the letters proclaiming Gerard Keay murdered his own mother. He sees the blue-green of his eyes, and decides immediately that they're not the eyes of a killer.

He doesn't tell his mother, of course, but Martin does follow Gerry's case. His soulmate -or one of them, because along with the thrilling realization that there is someone out there for him, comes the second, even sweeter shock of realizing he's still missing some hues in his vision- cannot be evil, he just can't be.

Martin celebrates on his own, when Gerry's acquitted. Something about missing or unclear evidence, and a witness that saw him at the other side of town at the time of the murder. He tries to find him, then, harboring the terrifying, thrilling hope that maybe Gerard will want to meet him too.

He never does get to find him; Gerard practically disappears from the face of the earth not long after his trial, and Martin resigns himself to living with the knowledge that his soulmate is out there, but he'll never get to have him.

He's late on his first day at the Archives, because his mother had a meltdown and they called him from the care house to try and calm her down. He has a brief moment to laugh at the absurdity of that idea, as speedwalks through the corridors of the institute and pushes the door to the new Archivist's office open.

Martin had thought he could see red before, but he was clearly wrong, because the flush that spreads over his new boss' face is the loveliest and brightest he's ever seen.

Season 1 is approximately 50 times more awkward because Jon and Martin are aware they're soulmates, but Jon won't say a word about it and dodges the topic every time it comes up. It only gets worse when they find their third soulmate mentioned by name in numerous statements.

I could keep going (I'm having feelings about Gerry in this) but this is crazy long already. Thank you for enabling me Anon! Hit me up if you want to hear more!

EDIT: More

DOUBLE EDIT: The final part

[yeenybeanies]

i’m glad you guys seem to like devin too bc i love them & also one ( 1 ) cowboy. that’s a lie i love many ( n > 1 ) cowboys  don’t look at me; i haven’t proofread this one yet because i’m in a hurry rn but i’ll get to that later!! EDIT i have proofread & made alterations, so now it is good to go!! 

arthur morgan & devin clarke ( oc ) 

2506 words

language warnings

feel free to leave comments in the tags!! thanks!! 

" Rats. ”  The gunslinger curses under his breath. Literal rats. He nudges at a fallen peach on the ground with the toe of his boot. A large chunk is torn from its flesh, making its roll lopsided and left-curved. There is something strange, though. Most might not notice and dismiss it, just as he was about to, as nothing more than rats or mice, but Arthur Morgan has an uncanny eye for small details. Brows furrowed, he crouches down and takes the peach up in one hand, turning it about to better see the carvings. At a glance, they look like ordinary rodent teethmarks, sure. But under scrutiny––under Arthur’s scrutiny––they don’t hold up so well. The cuts are too perfect, too precise. The pattern of the hole in the peach is strange too; rather than a series of chewing that eventually wore down to the fruit’s tough pit, as a rat might do, it looks more like the entire chunk was removed all at once. Something cut out a chunk of this peach and ran off with it, while making it look like rats had gotten to it.

Confusion settles heavily on Arthur’s face. His first guess is that another member of the camp took a bite from the fruit, but the scoring in the fruit is too small for a man’s teeth or knife. Furthermore, why wouldn’t they just have taken the whole peach? Why take one chunk and leave the rest? 

The burlap sack housing the rest of the fruit and game he’d collected––all things he’d intended to deliver to Pearson––sits on the table adjacent to his bed. Arthur straightens, shifting to a more comfortable kneel, and leans over to inspect it. There’s a cut in the fabric, again, looking as if it’s to imitate the gnawing of rodents. As with the peach, though, it’s too precise. 

What the hell could have done this?  

“ Arthur! ”  His head snaps up and turns towards the voice. It’s Dutch. Apparently he’s needed for something. He’s about to yell back that he’ll be right there, but movement in the corner of his eye catches his attention. It’s barely perceptible, but something is scooting around inside the bag. Had Arthur already ruled out rodents, he’d guess maybe it was a mouse. Whatever it is, it’s sneaking towards the incision. Slowly, Arthur leans forward, eyes narrowed. 

That ain’t no mouse for sure. 

“ Arthur! Get over here! ”  

Arthur is frozen, stiff with surprise.  

“ Arthur! ” 

“ Wha––erm––I’m comin’! Be right there! ”  Jesus Christ. Arthur tears his stare away from the bag and looks towards the center of camp where Dutch is calling him. He can only give the bag another quick glance before he stands and starts walking. If he takes much longer, Dutch is bound to come over and drag him out by the ear. 

He must be seeing things, he reasons. Too many knocks to the head, too much drinking in his time. There’s no way he just saw a . . . a tiny lady’s face under the frayed burlap. 

Racing like a hummingbird, the borrower’s tiny heart pounds in their chest. Hidden inside of the burlap sack, they try their best to peek out and watch the human without drawing any attention to themself. From what they can tell, he’s crouched, looking at a peach. They curse themself silently; they’d cut a sizable chunk of that peach with their knife––really a makeshift tool made from the sharpened and carved canine of a fox––and had accidentally pushed it out from the sack when they’d yanked said chunk free. Oh, the lament they felt watching that perfectly good fruit fall to the ground below . . .. 

And now the human is inspecting the fruit. Their anxiety slowly starts to rise. Devin Clarke takes pride in their art––in the effort they put forth to make their borrowing look like nothing more than the work of mice and rats. It fools most humans. Most. 

Devin freezes when the human moves. They can’t see his face, but they can see the blue buttons on his chest, which tells them that he’s facing the bag, most likely inspecting their handiwork.  

A voice cuts through the eery quiet, making the borrower jump. They pray the human hasn’t noticed. That is their cue, though; they need to leave. With hopes that the human––Arthur?––is distracted, Devin slowly creeps towards the cut, trying their damnedest not to jostle the fabric or any of the food items around them. As they reach the fray, they freeze, blood suddenly going cold. 

He’s looking at them. There’s no doubt that he can see them. Beyond the cut fibers, Devin sees the look in the human’s bright blue eyes change from scrutiny to surprise. 

The voice yells again from somewhere in the camp, but Devin is too stiff to react this time. It feels like an hour passes, but they don’t move, and neither does the human, both too shocked to do anything. The third yell, however, does finally pull his attention away, and Devin takes the opportunity to scoot backwards into the sack, out of view. They panic, knowing damn-well they’re trapped if the human decides to inspect further. But he doesn’t. He yells back that he’s on his way, and he stands, and he . . . leaves. He leaves without trying to catch them. They listen to his footsteps as they grow more distant. Once they’re far enough away, Devin scrambles out of the cut they made and rush for safer cover, peach chunk they’d worked so hard for forgotten. 

God dammit! Every other tent and wagon gave them no trouble at all! 

Arthur hadn’t expected to see the would-be little lady in the bag again when he was finally able to return. He was prepared to dismiss what he’d seen as a trick of the light, but he wasn’t prepared to find a chunk of peach in the bag––a chunk of peach that, save for a few tiny nibbles––fit perfectly into the slot carved from the fruit. Carved. Not chewed. 

That was days ago. Since then, the gunslinger hadn’t seen any sign of small critters––mice or ladies or otherwise––around his tent. Today, though, he had heard Pearson muttering, grumpy as ever, about rats getting into the camp food stocks. He’d mentioned something about going into town to get some mouse traps. Arthur, after having inspected some of the  “ nibbled-on ” food ( same strange, too-precise marks as before ), had volunteered to find and get rid the rat himself. Or mouse. Or Whatever it is.

So now he waits. At Arthur’s recommendation, Pearson continues as usual with his daily routine. Sunset comes, and the camp stew simmers, and everyone eats. Arthur, though––he skips the stew and instead takes up post around Pearson’s wagon. The sun now practically gone beyond the horizon, he relies more on his hearing, listening for anything stirring around among the camp food supplies. The moon is nearly full, but he can only do so much with moonlight.

It takes about an hour before Arthur does hear something suspicious ( maybe he would have heard sooner, but Javier started playing his guitar ). There’s a rustling about, so faint that Arthur’s almost sure he’s imagining it. Carefully, quietly, starts to move, his ears straining to focus on the the sound. He does berate himself a little, calling himself a fool for volunteering to chase a rat, but . . . but a part of him still doesn’t believe that it’s a rat, that it wasn’t a trick of the light. That, or he really is just losing his mind. 

Arthur approaches a barrel brimming with fruit, he spots a peach on the ground. Sure enough, its flesh is carved to mimic a rat’s gnawing, just like earlier, and just like a few days ago. He turns his head to the barrel, where he can hear tiny movements within. Logic says it has to be some sort of rat or mouse, and Arthur just doesn’t know as much about rodent dentition as he thinks. Logic says it’s not a teeny tiny little lady. That’s absurd. 

And yet, from the cover of some of the barrel’s fruit, out crawls just that: a teeny tiny . . . maybe three inches tall . . . little lady. The moon’s light is plenty bright enough to highlight their little figure, leaving no room for doubt. They’re standing on two legs, wearing little clothes, and they’re staring at Arthur as he stares right back. The piece of peach in their hands falls, bouncing off of the barrel’s rim and dropping onto the ground.

Ever since the fiasco at the human––Arthur’s––tent, Devin had been avoiding that side of camp entirely. ( It’s unfortunate, since that side of camp usually has a good supply of feathers and scraps of fabrics and other useful things they can’t usually find anywhere else. )  It’s inconvenient as hell, since the main food wagon is such a pain in the ass to reach, what with it being made to keep out mice and rats and borrowers and other small creatures. Since they’ve been spotted, too, that means they have to leave, but they need to build up their supply stocks first to have any hope of survival away from the camp. 

Damn. Being seen sucks. 

It is a small blessing, though, that the human hadn’t tried to grab them. That doesn’t happen often. 

Here they are now, though. While the camp is busy eating their daily stew ( Devin almost feels sorry the humans have to eat that slop everyday ), the borrower is busy scavenging through the wagon. A few pieces of fruit would be a good haul for the night. Getting up the barrel was no small feat, but the peaches––Devin’s favorite––at the top are plenty worth it. Dropping that first one after pulling a chunk from it ( again ) was a tragic accident, but they figure they might be able to haul it away once they get back down to the ground. A whole peach would certainly be a win in their book. 

It seems, though, that the little borrower is fresh out of luck. Having been too preoccupied with taking more chunks of fruit, when they step out from behind an apple, they’re met with a heart-stopping sight. They drop the piece of peach they’d just pulled.

Arthur. 

It’s the same human! 

Devin feels the familiar chill in their blood and bones. 

There’s no doubt that he can see them, either. He’s staring right at them, and they at him, both of them caught in the moonlight. Time seems to stand still for several long moments, neither of them knowing what to do. 

The human does eventually move, his hands lifting. He does so slowly, but he seems to slow even more when Devin tenses, prepares to run. It looks almost like he’s . . . surrendering. 

“ Easy now, ”  he says, his voice low, soft. He’s trying to be comforting, but Devin isn’t feeling very comforted.  “ Ain’t gonna hurt ya. ”  

Devin’s heard that before. 

The human lowers himself to a crouch, his eyes not leaving them. One hand collects the fallen peach––the whole fruit, sans one chunk, they’d dropped earlier.  “ You, uh . . . you like peaches? ”  

Naturally, Devin opts not to answer. They’re still ready to bolt at any moment. 

“ Pearson thinks you’re a rat. I told him I’d take care of it, but––woah! Hold on, hold on! ”  Devin darted behind the apple again, spooked by those words. They don’t have any desire to be  ‘ taken care of. ’�� But the human keeps talking.  “ Look––I give ya my word, li’l miss. Dunno if you can really understand me, but I ain’t gonna try n’ catch you. You just . . . well, ya can’t really be takin’ from the provisions wagon like this. ”  

Well shit. Now that the human knows without a doubt that they’re here and they’ve been taking food, Devin now has to leave immediately. They don’t have enough supplies to make it far, but what choice do they have? It’s too dangerous now to––––

“ But I can help. Ya don’t . . . you don’t have to run away, y’know? ”  Oh boy. Here he goes. Devin rolls their eyes and starts their descent down the barrel, staying out of sight.  “ I know ya don’t know me, don’t know nothin’ about me, got no real reason to trust me, but I ain’t gonna hurt ya. Don’t really want anyone else to hurt ya either. ” 

Yeah, yeah. He keeps talking, and Devin keeps climbing. 

“ I’ll tell Pearson I got the rat. Don’t you worry. ”  Oh? That does make the borrower pause. This human’s . . . going to cover for them. So he says, at least. That’s . . . a first. 

“ If you ever come around to my tent again, just ask me, ‘n I’ll give ya some food. Or whatever it is you need. ” 

Right. Okay. Devin huffs and resumes their climb down. 

Back at their home, after adding the scraps of food they managed to take away ( no peaches, unfortunately––damn that human ), Devin comes to the heart-dropping conclusion that they, in fact, do not have enough supplies to make it anywhere . . . that wouldn’t mean almost certain death. 

Fuck. 

The last time they put their faith in a human, it ended . . . poorly. 

Pearson seemed pleased last night with the news that the pesky rat was taken care of. That’s good. That means he probably won’t be looking around, knife in hand, for any little critters crawling around the wagon. 

That’s one relief. For now, at least. But Arthur still can’t help but feel some anxiety in his heart, knowing that the little lady is still running around out there. They’re so small . . .. 

Arthur reclines in his bed, arms resting behind his head. His hat is tipped forward, covering his eyes. Things are slow at camp today. Chores are already done, no one needs any errands run, and nothing . . . super pressing needs his attention right now. 

He figures he might as well take a nap, catch up on some sleep he’s missed over the . . . well, his whole life. That’s his plan, at least, until he hears a little voice. 

“ Arthur? ”  

The gunslinger breathes in sharply, eyes open, and pushes himself up to sit, looking around for the source of the voice. 

“ Down here. ” 

Down where? He rights his hat and scans low. What on Earth–––oh! 

Oh. It’s the little lady. Arthur removes his hat from his head, just as he might do for a normal-sized lady. 

“ That’s . . . that’s your name, right? ”  They look nervous, which Arthur supposes he can understand. He’s not sure he’d be the bravest if facing a giant. 

“ Yeah. That’s me. Arthur Morgan. An’ you’re . . .. ” 

“ Devin Clarke. ”  Sounds like a normal enough name to him. He wonders if they used to be normal-sized, but he can’t think of how they might . . . shrink. 

“ Well, Miss Clarke . . .––– ” 

“ Just Devin, ”  they correct quickly.  “ You . . . said you would help me . . .. ” 

Ah. He surely did. Arthur can’t help the smile that curves along his lips. Slowly, he moves himself to better face them, making an effort to keep his hands where they can see them at all times. 

“ ‘course. Devin. What can I do for ya? ” 

[ohalemalia]

Daily Dose - Part. 7 (S.M. Imagine)

Pairing: Scott McCall x Reader

Warnings: fighting

A\N: I’m thinking no more summaries bc #spoilers. I’ve got new writings in the works. Expect a Theo imagine, a multipart Derek fic and a Malia imagine soon ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) I edited this as i could if there are errors i am sorry i am a bit tired haha

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Have you ever had those stress dreams after lying in your bed at night during a bout of insomnia? The ones that make no sense whatsoever. The ones that if you tell your therapist or a psychic about it, they’ll tell you that they’re your subconscious telling you what it really wants?

It’s a good thing I don’t go to therapists or psychics, because I would not want to hear that.

So, I guess I should break it down. Basically late last night I was wide awake in bed, stressing about the fact that I was going to be officially starting school the next morning. Eventually, I managed to fall asleep. I dreamt that I was walking into school the first time, books in hand, backpack on my back and a heavy feeling in my chest. People were walking past me, but every time they did, they would stare at me. And stare. And stare. It got to a point when I was standing in the middle of the entire Beacon Hills High student body circled around me. I looked around but there was nowhere to get out and everyone was staring at me. I opened my mouth to say something, to ask why they were all doing this but no sound came out.

Then they started marching toward me. The circle started getting tighter and tighter. I spun around, trying to find a way out, trying to get them to leave me alone, telling them I was going to be late to my first period.

Then, through the crowd burst the one and only Scott McCall. He shoved people out of the way.Once he got through the crowd we made eye contact.

“Scott,” Was the only word I was able to say.

He heard me and came rushing towards me. My feet were basically hard wired to go right towards him. His hands went on my cheeks and he KISSED ME.

RIGHT ON MY MOUTH.

SCOTT MCCALL KISSED ME (in my dream) BUT HE KISSED ME.

The worst part? It felt like I was meant to kiss him my entire life. All the other (well, they weren’t a lot, let me not kid myself) but all the other kisses were just training for kissing Scott and ugh admitting that just makes me want to--

Well, I’m not sure what I want to do but it’s not good.

Besides, it was just a dream and it probably means nothing, so there’s no reason to blow it out of proportion. The thing I should really be worried about was jumping into the lion’s den that wasa new high school.

I emptied my concoction of pills and vitamins into the palm of my hand, tossed them into my mouth and downed them with some water. They were hard to swallow (much like the truth) and left a bitter taste in my mouth (also similar to the truth) but I had to take them. They didn’t completely make my lupus go away (obviously), but they helped everything feel a little bit better.

I rubbed my shoulder and tried to soothe the pain in the socket as I walked over to the closet to decide what to wear today. As the weeks went by, I can slowly started moving more and more of my things into the McCall’s house. I insisted on going home so I wouldn’t be in their way, but Melissa and Scott really wanted me around and my parents felt safer if I wasn’t alone given my current conditions. The other option was to have my Aunt Liv come live with me or to go live with her. I really didn’t want to be uprooted from the one place I was starting to feel comfortable. Aunt Liv felt the same way since she just moved to Seattle to pursue her art career. Besides, my parents just bought the house, there was no way they were selling it already.

In the middle of picking my outfit, there was a soft knock at my door.

“Come in,” I called out as I picked a purple top out of the closet and held it up in front of me.

The door opened and in popped Scott’s head, “Hey.”

My heart hammered in my chest. I knew he couldn’t possibly have known about my dream, but it still didn’t make things feel less weird, even if they weren’t real.

“Hey,” I hung the purple shirt back up and grabbed a black one.

“So,” Scott walked into my room and plopped himself down on the bed, “How are you feeling? You excited?”

“If by excited you mean going to throw up, then yes. Super excited,” I slipped the shirt off the hanger and threw the shirt on the bed next to him.

“It won’t be that bad,”  Scott assured me, “And you’ve been to school before, right?”

“Yeah,” I grabbed a pair of jeans with a frown on my face, “But this is a new one. I don’t know anyone.”

“You know me,” Scott sat up straighter, “And Stiles, Lydia, Liam, Mason, Malia, Kira.”

The mention of Kira’s name made my slightly uncomfortable, “Yeah...but what if I don’t have any of you in my classes?”

“Then I will switch every one of my classes to be with you if it makes you feel better,” Scott smiled so earnestly and I believed him. Then I thought about the dream and my stomach did a somersault. Not the good kind.

I abruptly broke away from his gaze and folded my jeans over my arm, “I didn’t mean just you, the others too.”

Speaking of the others, I needed to know something, “Like Kira. What do you think of her?”

“Kira?” Scott leaned back on the bed to think about my oddly specific mention of her, “Yeah, I mean Kira’s great.”

“Yeah, I bet,” I placed my shirt on top of the jeans, “I mean she’s really sweet and really pretty.”

Scott sat up straight on the bed, his eyes narrowed at me in confusion, “Are you...do you...are you trying to get me to set you up with Kira?”

I spun around to look at him with my eyes wide, “What?!”

“I mean, that’s totally fine! I didn’t mean to offend you. That’s totally fine! Kira’s like great, I think you two would be good toge--”

“Scott! God! No! I’m not--that wasn’t the point. I do not like Kira.”

Scott gave me a look and I started to backtrack.

“I mean, I like her and all, but not like that. She’s--” I pinched the bridge of my nose and tried to collect my thoughts. When I had figured out how delicately I was going to put this, I looked up at Scott, “Did you and Kira have a thing?”

Now it was Scott’s turn to be flabbergasted, “What? No? Why would you ask that?”

I raised my eyebrows and looked down at the ground, “Well from the looks of it, I think she has a thing for you.”

Scott watched me as I crossed the room to get to the bathroom, “Kira? Are we talking about the same person?”

“Kira, cute Asian girl, a bit mousy and awkward but otherwise very much into you,” I clarified, “And you’d have to be blind to not see the way she looked at us the entire time at my party after my parents called.”

Scott must have temporarily lost his vision that night because he definitely did not know what I was talking about, “But...we’re just friends.”

“You and me?” I turned to look at him, “Or you and her?”

I continued my walk to the bathroom. Scott got up and followed me, “I don’t know, both?”

“All I’m saying is it wouldn’t hurt you to go on a date with her. Just to test it out, you know? See if there’s that spark.”

Scott chuckled, “Y/N, I have no idea what you’re talking about. And I’m pretty sure Kira doesn’t like me like that.”

I smiled as I got on my tiptoes to lean close to his face, “And I’m pretty sure you’re wrong.”

I had meant to quickly turn around and shut the door in his face to get the last word, but I hadn’t counted how close I would actually be in his face.  And I hadn’t counted on noticing how his eyes had reddish undertones and a slight sparkle of gol

ABORT.

ABORT.

ABORT.

The dream started playing in hyperspeed through my brain again. In a panic, I went inside the bathroom and shut the door, leaving Scott even more confused on the other side.

------

“Scott! I can’t believe you have her riding on the back of that thing!”

As we pulled up to the school on the back of Scott’s motorcycle, Lydia was heading towards us with a frown on her face. Kira, Malia and Stiles were also standing there, behind them a very cute blue jeep.

“My mom has the car,” Scott explained as I took my helmet off and handed it to him, “How else are we supposed to get here?’

“You could call me for a ride, or walk, or run for all that matters,” Lydia crossed her arms. While Lydia and Scott went back and forth about how safe or unsafe the motorcycle was, out of morbid curiosity, my eyes drifted over to Kira. Her eyes were cast down and Malia was muttering something to her, while looking over at me every couple of seconds. I frowned. I really didn’t want to cause any problems or have girls hating me over a guy. I glanced over at Scott to see if he could see what was going on too and that I wasn’t just imagining things, but he was still talking to Lydia. With a sigh, I decided it was time to break this up.

“Guys,” No one listened. “Guys!”

Lydia stopped mid sentence, her red lips still opened and looked over at me. Scott did the same, minus the red lips stick, of course.

“We got here in one piece. And I appreciate your concern but it’s totally okay,” I smiled, “Let’s just get to class.”

They reluctantly agreed to drop the subject and we headed into the monster house that was high school. I didn’t know what to expect. I didn’t know what would happen. I just hoped I made it out in one piece.

------

So I only have classes with Kira and we’re partners for every single project for the rest of the year.

Kidding!

In all of my classes I have at least one person that I know, which is really comforting. No one gave my pity because I’m sick, which is great. And the school day is over, which is fantastic.

As I walked out of the classroom, I pulled my phone out to text Scott and ask him where I should meet him.

“Whoa, whoa, watch out!”

I looked up too late and collided with someone carrying a huge canvas. We both fell back on our asses with grunts of pain. My phone skidded across the tile floor and my elbow got banged up pretty badly. My joints were already weak but the added impact of being knocked on the floor felt like someone had just slammed my arm in a car door.

“I’m so sorry!” The other student scrambled to their feet. Someone grabbed my phone and tried to hand it to me, but all  I could focus on was the burning pain in my arm and the static ringing in my head.

“Are you okay? Are you okay?”

I was fine. I was fine. I was going to be fine. I opened my eyes and looked down at myself. There was paint all over my clothes. Great.

I started to pull myself up to my feet. I felt someone place their hand under my elbow so that they could help me up. I shooed them off, “I got it, I got it.”

“I’m so sorry, I couldn’t see you,” The kid started to explain to me. I shook my head and cradled my elbow to my chest. I felt a lot worse for the kid, his painting was probably ruined at this point.

“I’m okay,” I smiled sympathetically, “I’m really sorry about your painting.”

The kid looked at his painting on the floor and frowned, “I failed the assignment anyway. Again, I’m super sorry. Please don’t hate me.”

“I don’t, don’t worry. It’s fine.”

The kid picked up his canvas and scurried off, a group of students parting to let him through. I sighed, well now I really wanted to go home. My phone chimed with a message. I looked down at it.

Scotty

Hey, i have lacrosse practice after school do you mind staying?

Well, never mind. As I started to reply, I almost bumped into another person. You would think that I

would learn my lesson by now.  I looked up to see Scott grinning down at me, “Hey!”

“Hi, I was just about to--”

“What’s that all over your shirt?”

“Paint.”

“You know the paint’s supposed to go on the paper,” Scott teased, “Not your shirt.”

I rolled my eyes, “Haha, always the comedian. Some kid bumped into me so now this shirt is probably ruined.”

Scott opened his bag, “I’ve got an extra one if you want it.”

Wearing Scott’s shirt?

“Uh, that’s--”

But Scott was already pulling an extra folded up shirt out of his backpack, “My mom just washed it, so it’s totally clean.”

I took the maroon colored shirt from him, “Thanks...I’ll just go and change then.”

“Yeah, totally. Practice is on the field. If you get lost, just listen for Coach yelling at us and saying we’re disappointments to him.”

I raised my eyebrows and nodded, “Will do.”

------

 Oh this was bad. This was totally and absolutely bad. I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror and realised what Scott had given me.

It was his jersey.

It had Beacon Hills with a number 11 on the front but oh no, that wasn’t the icing on the cake. On the back there was the same #11 but right on top of that was “MCCALL” written in big white letters.

Was I overthinking this?

It was one thing to wear your friend’s clothing, a jacket maybe, but it was an entire different ball game entirely to wear a guy’s jersey, much less one with his name on it. It almost signified that you belonged to him or that something was more than it wasn’t. It was something you gave to your girlfriend.

I groaned out loud to myself. I really didn’t want this to be more than it needed to be. I liked having Scott around and I didn’t want to ruin this or him with, well, me.

But I had no choice. I had already thrown my shirt in the sink and soaked it with water to try to get the paint off. I had nothing else to wear at the point. With a sigh, I grabbed my backpack and headed out of the bathroom. The hallways were empty since classes were well over.

Around the corner came Kira and since I had already been bumped into twice today I was ready to move out of the way.

“Oh, I’m sorry!”

“No, it’s fine, I’ve gotten a lot of practice avoiding people at this point.”

“Yeah I heard from Scott,” We shared a laugh together. Kira’s smile faded away as she looked down and noticed my shirt.

“Is that?”

I looked down as if I forgot what I was wearing and covered my arms across my torso, “Uh, yeah, I just needed something to wear since I got paint all over my clothes. It’s not a big deal, really.”

But Kira’s shoulders deflated and I could tell that to her, it was a very big deal, “Yeah. Right. Totally not a big deal, it was nice of Scott to let you wear it. I can tell you guys are close.”

“Not that close,” I tried to make her feel better, “I mean, you’ve known him longer than me.”

“Not that long.”Kira gave me a tight lipped smile and jutted her thumb down the hallway, “I should go.”

She didn’t give me a chance to say goodbye before she spun around and headed down the hall. The last thing I wanted was for Kira to end up crying alone in her car because of me and a stupid jersey. I jogged to catch up to her, “Kira, wait.”

I reached up to put my hand on her shoulder. As soon as my hand made contact with her shoulder, she spun around, her eyes glowing an unnatural orange color. She growled something at me in Japanese and suddenly I was flying across the room.

I skidded across the room and hit a row of lockers with a hard thud. If I thought that getting knocked over earlier had hurt, this was excruciating. Where the hell did Kira get that inhuman strength? Why were her eyes glowing? What the hell was going on?

I opened my eyes and blinked, trying to focus on the real world again. Across the room from me was Kira, standing there but something was very, very off. Around her was an orange glowing aura that almost looked like…

Like a fox.

I tried to scramble to my feet but my body ached. Then Kira started moving towards me.

“Ki-Kira, Kira what are you--”

She growled something else at me, except it didn’t sound like her voice at all. It was distorted at a lower pitch and was plain evil. Then she started moving faster. I couldn’t scoot far enough away she was getting too close.

And she looked like she wanted to kill me.

I grabbed onto the handle of the locker and grabbed myself up to stand. I turned around with a scream and threw myself to the right, narrowly avoiding a kick from Kira. But she showed no signs of letting up.

“Kira! If this is about Scott--”

She shouted something else at me and from the sounds of it she didn’t want to listen to anything I had to say. But I couldn’t process what was going on. Why did Kira look like that? Were demonic possessions real? Why did she want me dead so bad.

Kira swung again and somehow I managed to dodge out of the way. She swiped her leg out from under me and I toppled down to the floor screaming. She jumped on top of me, her eyes burning like fire and her teeth bared at me. The fox aura thing was still around her and I couldn’t understand how my imagination could keep this image up for so long.

Unless...it wasn’t my imagination and this was very real and Kira was going to kill me.

“Kira, please!”

She raised her hand high to gather enough momentum to strike me.

“Kira, don’t, please!”

As Kira went to strike me, a growl rippled through the hallway that sounded vaguely like Kira’s name. I tilted my head back to see a figure standing there. I was I could call it a man, or even human but it wasn’t. It’s face was oddly sharp at the strangest places. It’s eyebrows were low, covering it glowing red eyes. There was hair on it’s cheeks and it’s ears were pointed. I could see it’s sharp teeth as it opened its mouth to growl at Kira again.

I almost passed out right there.

Kira’s eyes softened and returned to their doe like innocence. The orange fox around her dissipated. She looked down at the me in confusion and then in absolute horror.

“Y/N?” She sounded as if she was going to cry, “Y/N, I am so sorry. I am so sorry.”

She got off of me and I scrambled as quick as I could to my feet and away from her. She looked over at the creature standing in the hallway, “Sc-Scott, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to. I don’t know what happened, I just lost control.”

Scott?

I looked over at the creature which was now heading over to us. As it got closer I could see it’s inhuman features melting away until…

It was Scott.

He immediately went to me, “Y/N, are you okay?”

As he reached for me, I drew myself back, “Am I--am I okay? No! No I’m not okay! Wh--what? How could I be okay? What hell--is this some kind of prank?”

Kira shot an alarmed look at Scott, “She doesn’t know…”

“Know what?!” I demanded.

Scott hung his head down, a curl of his hair falling down in his face.

“Why did you--and you--” I couldn’t even begin to ask a question. How could I when I wasn’t even sure what I was dealing with?

“What’s going on, Scott? What’s going on with you?”

“I’m a werewolf, Y/N.”

I opened my mouth to say something, but what the hell was I supposed to say to that?

I shook my head with a bitter laugh, “That’s not funny, Scott.”

“It’s not a joke, Y/N,” Scott insisted.

“No! No it is, this whole--I just--” I was starting to hyperventilate. Werewolves didn’t exist. This wasn’t funny and I wasn’t laughing. In fact, I was starting cry, “I’m freaking out here! Kira just tried to kill me and I--I--”

“Y/N,” Scott grabbed my hands in his, “I’m telling you the truth. I swear, I’m telling you the truth.”

I shook my head, “Werewolves aren’t real, they aren’t, they’re just stories. Bad movies.”

“They’re not, Y/N.”

I shook my head and pulled my hands away from his, “I need to go.”

“Y/N, please,” Scott mirrored my movements as I stood up, “Please don’t go.”

I held a hand out to keep him at a distance. I couldn’t process all of this. Not right now. Not with Scott, “Just stay away from me right now, please.”

Walking away from Scott and seeing him standing there absolutely crushed gave a whole new meaning to the sad puppy vibe I was getting. Twenty four  hours ago, if you had asked me if I would leave Scott’s side I’d probably tell you no. But now?

I wasn’t sure if I was coming back.

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Modern!Billy Hargrove Headcanons

(Ok!! So this idea came to me and idk how many of these there are on here but I it doesn’t matter because this is gonna be great!)

(EDIT 2/15/18: I’VE BEEN WORKING ON THIS FOR LITERALLY TWO MONTHS I HOPE YOU ALL LIKE THIS!!!)

So we all know that Billy likes looking pretty for his ladies based on how long he probably took to do himself up for his date in episode 8.

So we KNOW that the modern boy would be ALL👏🏻ABOUT👏🏻SKINCARE👏🏻

He does face masks like twice a week. One for stress relief and another of random choice from his collection of free samples

When he goes into the store, he pretends to be shopping for you but really it’s for him so he can get the samples

You have ‘girls’ night in and wear your masks and you paint your nails and Billy wears fluffy socks after he puts lotion on his feet because he’s an ‘old man’.

Modern Billy would hate smoking. Hate it with a fucking passion. Lemme explain myself ok?

In the 80s, people were smoking because that was the thing to do. You just did. So everyone smoked.

But now that we know all we know about how bad it is for your skin and lungs and your general health (no shade to anyone that does smoke, it’s your choice but you have to know the dangers and you probably do)

So Billy would smoke for a couple years and then when he got together with you, he stopped because you wouldn’t kiss him if he tasted like cigarettes

To keep Billy from smoking, you replaced his cigarettes with lollipops

Like those Dum Dum lollipops. The ones you can buy in a bag of 100 or something.

You’d put them in his car in place of his cigarette cartridge, on his bedside table, on his desk, in the pockets of all of his jackets

He was never without a lollipop in his mouth

Your favourites on him were bubblegum and blue raspberry

His favourites were cherry and lemon lime

Billy is all about protection and consent in every way possible!!!!

He wants you to feel like you’re safe with him and that you can be assured that you’re not going to get pregnant

So before the two of you even get naked, you’ve talked about condoms and birth control and all that jazz

Depending on if you’re already on birth control for menstruational reasons, this part of the conversation is easy

Condoms are another thing

Billy tries to pull that ‘condoms make me uncomfortable’ shit and you’re not having it

‘Either you wear a condom or you’re not getting ass at all’

Billy wears a condom from then on

He totally buys the funny ones to make you laugh

Like he once bought a neon coloured box of them and you nearly pissed yourself laughing you couldn’t even have sex

The first time you had sex, Billy was nervous as all hell because he knew that you felt your body was a temple and if he disrespected you, he’d be out on the curb

So he went super slow, asking if everything he did was okay

‘Can I go down on you?’

‘I’m just gonna open your legs like this, is that okay?’

You’re like ‘just fuck me already’

Modern Billy still loves his cars

He works on them all the time

He’s one of those guys that finds really shitty cars on the side of the road that have been abandoned or in junk yards and is like ‘yep new baby’

You just love walking into wherever he’s set up shop to see him without a shirt, jeans still as tight as ever, grease stains in the dirtiest places

Like there’s on right in the center of his crotch and he’d bring them to you and be like ‘oh how did that get there???????’

“Baby come kiss me”

“No you’re dirty”

“That’s never stopped you before”

Billy surprising you at work all the time

He starts recording himself going to your work every couple days to bring you coffee or lunch or anything

“Excuse me?”

*gasps because he scared you*

“I brought you your lunch”

He hands you a bag of your favourite food and you immediately break for lunch because you missed your man and you want to spend time with him

You totally live together if that wasn’t obvious by now

Your apartment clashes because Billy is an alpha male who doesn’t pick up anything and just slings stuff wherever there’s an empty space

You however can’t stand when he does that

You’ve managed to get him to replace the toilet paper roll when he finishes one, put the toilet seat and lid down and take off his shoes before walking on the carpet

He still doesn’t put his jacket on the hook by the door but that doesn’t matter because if you’re both coming from somewhere, the entryway is going to be littered with clothes anyway ;)

Which brings me back to sex ofc

So

Sex happens everywhere

On the floor, on the couch, in the shower

Floor sex happens when you come back from a night out on the town and too many guys were looking at you the wrong way

Couch sex happens the day after the night out when you’re both nursing hangovers and all you want to do is spoon so you do but you also fuck

Shower sex is one of those things where it happens rarely and only if you’re both 100% in the mood like if you’re not, not happening

You have sex on the counter and it’s rough and hard and fast and sexy and you can’t get enough and you just want him more and more and more

Sex in an abandoned parking lot at two in the morning in Billy’s car where the windows fog up and you rock the car on its wheels until the sun comes up

Sex in your bed is by far the best though, of course

I mean, you’re both comfortable, you’re both completely naked, you can fall asleep together right afterwards

Bed sex is slow and sensual

Billy thrusts into you slowly and sucks on your neck

He runs his hands all over your body and through your hair

He lifts both of your legs up over his shoulders and now you’re in missionary

Billy presses you to his chest while he fucks you like this, your nails digging into his back

Not painful, but on the edge of too much pleasure

After sex time

YOU👏🏻ARE👏🏻THE👏🏻THE👏🏻BIG👏🏻SPOON👏🏻BC👏🏻MODERN👏🏻BILLY👏🏻IS👏🏻A👏🏻SOFT👏🏻BOY👏🏻

Road trips all the time!!!

You’re both so young and you’re already living together

You need some time to grow but who says that you can’t grow together?

Literally no one

So you drop everything for the weekend and go to the beach, rent a beach house but usually just camp out of the trunk of your car

(You convinced Billy that sex is better in the hatchback of your car than in the backseat of his for the trip. This is almost a daily argument that you guys have and it always ends up in test runs in both cars ;) )

You cook burgers and hot dogs on the mini grill you brought and wrap yourselves up in a giant ass blanket and look at the stars

Talk about the future with each other

Plan your lives together

Modern Billy being in love with the idea of having kids and raising them

He had a shitty childhood and being a teenager sucked ass

(In my AU, instead of projecting out onto others as much as he does, Billy also grows from his abusing father and has a solid relationship with Max after he moves away from his family)

So Billy would be in a constant wave of baby fever

He’d stop moms on the street and coo at their babies

He’d love to go to parks with you and just stare at the kids

Thinking of babies made him think of marriage

Which leads me to....

Billy is not rich by any means

He essentially ran away from home as soon as he was a legal adult and had his high school diploma

He had been secretly packing his stuff up for months and storing it at friends houses and in the backyard of his house

He met you and moved into your apartment with you when you both decided things were going to be serious

So

When he decided he wanted to marry you, he knew he loved you

He had spent his whole life in a rocky home

His father was never around and when he was, his parents fought so hard the pictures rattled off the nails and onto the floor

So if he wanted to marry you, it meant that he trusted you and believed there would be a future with you

He spent weeks hovering around ring stores, looking and looking but never finding the right one

He became frantic, sure that if he didn’t propose soon, he would lose you

He wouldn’t but he didn’t want to be right in his doubt

So after a romantic dinner and even better dessert (ifyaknowwhatimsayin’) you’re slightly disappointed because it was the perfect set up for a proposal

Like Billy splurged on you for dinner

You wore your new red dress

You rolled over and were half way asleep when Billy prodded his elbow into your back

Now you were irritated

You turned sharply to snap at him when you saw the look in his eyes

You’re left speechless

His eyes are so soft, this beautiful sky blue

His bottom lip is between his teeth and he has his arm out for you to roll into his chest

But first he says those words 

“Will you marry me?”

You immediately burst into tears

Billy panicks

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Just forget it!!”

You smack him and say of course you’ll marry him, stupid!

You fall asleep after you calm down and Billy just has the biggest smile on his face

Out of everyone on the planet, he managed to find you

[gunboatbaylodge]

Things to Do in Vancouver this Weekend: March 9, 2017

This weekend, celebrate women, sports, and culture in Vancouver. International Women’s Day continues with a film festival, art, and music. The Rugby Sevens are on, along with wheelchair rugby on Sunday. The Art Gallery is throwing a party on Friday where you can see art by people from Hong Kong and Coast Salish backgrounds, and the MOA has a show about Indigenous South American culture.

Friday | Saturday | Sunday | Ongoing

Friday March 10

Amazonia: The Rights of Nature

Amazonia: The Rights of Nature Where: UBC Museum of Anthropology What: MOA will showcase its Amazonian collections in a significant exploration of socially and environmentally-conscious notions intrinsic to indigenous South American cultures, which have recently become innovations in International Law. These are foundational to the notions of Rights of Nature, and they have been consolidating in the nine countries that share responsibilities over the Amazonian basin. Runs until: January 28, 2018

Vancouver International Women in Film Festival

Vancouver International Women in Film Festival Where: VanCity Theatre What: This five day celebration, beginning on International Women’s Day, is organized by Women in Film and Television Vancouver, a volunteer-run not-for-profit society founded in 1989 to advocate for, celebrate and promote women working in screen-based media. Runs until: Sunday March 12, 2017

ReFUSE Where: Vancouver Art Gallery What: Live performances in the Gallery spaces, DJs and unexpected surprises make FUSE Vancouver’s favourite art party—a place to see some of the best in local performance art, theatre, contemporary dance and music.

Judy Chartrand: “If This is What You Call, ‘Being Civilized’, I’d rather go back to Being a ‘Savage’ ”: Empress Hotel, 2004. Photo: Kenji Nagai

Guided Tour: Women’s Art, Women’s Issues Where: Bill Reid Gallery What: Join Curator, Beth Carter and Education Programmer, Samantha Nock in a guided tour and discussion of the themes of Indigenous women’s art and issues in the Judy Chartrand: What a Wonderful World exhibition.

Vancouver Invitational Wheelchair Rugby Tournament Where: Richmond Oval What: For fans it’s one of the few opportunities to see some of the best quad athletes in the world play the fast paced sport poetically named murderball. For some players, it’s an opportunity to compete and train among the best in the world. For veterans, it’s training ground for the World Championships and the Olympics. Runs until: Sunday March 12, 2017

Kids Get in For Free Where: VanDusen Botanical Garden and Bloedel Conservatory What: Take advantage of up to two free child admissions with the purchase of a regular price adult, senior, or youth admission at VanDusen Garden or Bloedel Conservatory. Runs until: Friday March 31, 2017

Black Mountain Where: The Vogue What: Local psychedelic rock. With guests, Destroyer and zZz.

CelticFest Where: Various locations What: A rich cultural celebration of the seven Celtic nations’ kinship and community.The festival showcases the best of Celtic music, dance, spoken word as well as film, foodand fare and the much-anticipated St. Patrick’s Day Parade. Runs until: Sunday March 18, 2017

Le Gala des Rendez-vous de la Francophonie Présenté par Le Centre culturel francophone de Vancouver

Le Gala des Rendez-vous de la Francophonie Présenté par Le Centre culturel francophone de Vancouver Where: The Cultch What: The 9th edition of Vancouver’s annual Francophone comedy event is back. Presented by the Centre culturel francophone de Vancouver, in collaboration with Juste pour rire (Just for Laughs), Les Rendez-vous de la Francophonie and the Canadian Foundation for Cross-Cultural Dialogue, this show brings together well-known and emerging Franco-Canadian talents to delight the audience with a memorable evening of comedy, in French.

Vetta Chamber Music: In Praise of Women Where: West Point Grey United Church What: To celebrate International Women’s Day – a program of all woman musicians performing compositions by women or inspired by them. Tickets available at Tickets Tonight.

Trentemøller Where: Venue What: Danish electronic music.

East Side Flea Where: 1024 Main St. What: Over 50 local vendors, food trucks, a live deejay, artisan showrooms, seasonal drink specials, pinball and more. Runs until: Sunday March 12, 2017

Blackie and the Rodeo Kings

Blackie and the Rodeo Kings Where: The Commodore Ballroom What: Blackie and the Rodeo Kings originally formed in 1996 when Colin Linden, Stephen Fearing, and Tom Wilson came together to record what was supposed to be a one-off tribute album to the great Canadian songwriter Willie P. Bennett.

  Saturday March 11

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HSBC Canada Sevens

HSBC Canada Sevens (Saturday) Where: BC Place Stadium, 10:00am What: The HSBC World Rugby Sevens Series is one of the most dynamic global sporting events on the market, featuring the dynamism of sevens rugby, paired with a spectacle of entertainment and fan engagement. Runs until: Sunday March 12, 2017

Abraham in Motion

Abraham in Motion Where: Norman & Annette Rothstein Theatre What: The multi award-winning Abraham entwines a sensual and provocative choreographic vocabulary with a strong emphasis on sound, human behaviour and all things visual, creating work that is manipulated and molded into something fresh and unique. Tickets available at Tickets Tonight. Runs until: Monday March 13, 2017

Vancouver Canucks vs. Pittsburgh Penguins Where: Rogers Arena, 7:00pm What: It’s a hockey game! Go, cheer, have a drink, wear matching shirts.

HSBC Canada Sevens Prop House Party Where: The Commodore Ballroom, 7:00pm What: Reviving the brightest and straight-up fun decade for one night only, this year Prop House will transform the Commodore Ballroom into what can only be remembered as the best Video Dance Party of the 90’s (legally it’s not Electric Circus, but pretty close). Come as you are or suit-up in your best Rugby Sevens ‘fancy dress’ costume.

Alessio Bax with the VSO Where: Orpheum Theatre What: Maestro Tovey conducts a program that features the music of three American composers and one of their most accomplished counterparts from Canada. The Second Piano Concerto of Edward MacDowell, a composer/pianist championed and influenced by Liszt, is an eclectic, triumphant, quintessentially American work that will be performed by remarkable Italian pianist Alessio Bax, and VSO Principal Clarinet Jeanette Jonquil stars in Bernstein’s funky, jazzy Prelude, Fugue and Riffs.

Moonage Kingdom: Sailor Moon Inspired Burlesque Where: The Rio What: Inspired by the original Japanese version, Moonage Kingdom Live combines pop culture magic with messages of positivity, self-love and female power.

Sebastian Maniscalco Where: The Vogue What: One of comedy’s rising new stars. Born and raised in a working-class Chicago neighborhood, he moved to Los Angeles in 1998 to pursue his comedy career. There, he employed the work ethic his father instilled in him to build his name – simultaneously working as a waiter at the Four Seasons Hotel – and eventually drew the attention of actor Vince Vaughn, who cast him in Vince Vaughn’s Wild West Comedy Show. Maniscalco also stars in his own wildly popular The Pete and Sebastian Show podcast every Friday night.

Spectral Theater’s Late Night Double Feature Where: Red Gate Granville Island What: Two diabolical scripts by local writers performed in the style of old radio shows. Stories are brought to life by a talented cast of voice actors, accompanied by a team of imaginative sound designers.

Insomnia 2017 Where: The Pacific Coloseum What: It’s a dance party, featuring Hardwell, Laidback Luke, Ookay, Mark Sixma and Amozfears.

Smash Boom Pow Where: The Biltmore What: Local pop/electronica.

Stop the Pipelines Start the Music. Featuring the Boom Booms Where: The Imperial What: Benefit concert for Unist’ot’en camp. All proceeds go to the building of the Healing Lodge at the Unist’ot’en Camp in Northern BC.

  Sunday March 12

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Kitty Nights Spring Burlesque Showcase Where: The Biltmore What: Featuring ten different performances of innovative burlesque in a wide range of styles! Glamour, nerdlesque, comedic, dramatic, gothic… et cetera.

The Wood Brothers | Image by Alysse Gafkjen

The Wood Brothers Where: The Imperial What: American roots and blues band featuring Oliver and Chris (Medeski Martin & Wood) Wood, on tour to support their latest release “Paradise”.

HSBC Canada Sevens

HSBC Canada Sevens (Sunday) Where: BC Place Stadium, 10:00am What: The HSBC World Rugby Sevens Series is one of the most dynamic global sporting events on the market, featuring the dynamism of sevens rugby, paired with a spectacle of entertainment and fan engagement.

Archgoat & Blasphemy Where: The Rickshaw What: Finnish and Canadian black metal co-headliners with guests Valkyrja, Weregoat and Hellfire Deathcult.

VSO: Inspector Tovey Where: The Orpheum, 2:00pm What: For kids – Maestro Bramwell Tovey dons the Inspector hat to investigate the instruments of a symphony orchestra, in a fun and educational concert centred on Saint- Saëns’s famous Carnival of the Animals.

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The Men in White (ends this weekend) Where: Arts Club Theatre What: When Abdul’s cricket team decides to take action to end their losing streak, they talk of recruiting Abdul’s brother, Hasan, who is an expert at the sport. But bringing Hasan from India to Canada will take more than just a plane ticket, and not all members of the team agree with the high cost. Runs until: Saturday March 11, 2017

Vancouver International Women in Film Festival

Vancouver International Women in Film Festival (ends this weekend) Where: VanCity Theatre What: This five day celebration, beginning on International Women’s Day, is organized by Women in Film and Television Vancouver, a volunteer-run not-for-profit society founded in 1989 to advocate for, celebrate and promote women working in screen-based media. Runs until: Sunday March 12, 2017

Vancouver Invitational Wheelchair Rugby Tournament (ends this weekend) Where: Richmond Oval What: For fans it’s one of the few opportunities to see some of the best quad athletes in the world play the fast paced sport poetically named murderball. For some players, it’s an opportunity to compete and train among the best in the world. For veterans, it’s training ground for the World Championships and the Olympics. Runs until: Sunday March 12, 2017

Elbow Room Cafe: the Musical

Elbow Room Cafe: the Musical (ends this weekend) Where: The York Theatre What: A candid look inside the world of Vancouver’s iconic Elbow Room Café, home of raucous service, celebrity sightings, and hearts of gold. This show explores the notion of legacy: how we age together in a technicolour world. Runs until: Sunday March 12, 2017

Mizoguchi the Master: Seven Films (ends this weekend) Where: The Cinematheque What: One of cinema’s towering talents, and arguably the preeminent master of classic Japanese film (although Ozu and Kurosawa have their champions, to be sure), Kenji Mizoguchi (1898-1956) was responsible for some of the most ravishingly beautiful films ever made. Runs until: Sunday March 12, 2017

Abraham in Motion

Abraham in Motion (ends this week) Where: Norman & Annette Rothstein Theatre What: The multi award-winning Abraham entwines a sensual and provocative choreographic vocabulary with a strong emphasis on sound, human behaviour and all things visual, creating work that is manipulated and molded into something fresh and unique. Tickets available at Tickets Tonight. Runs until: Monday March 13, 2017

17th Annual Chutzpah! Festival | Abraham In Motion

17th Annual Chutzpah! Festival (ends this week) Where: Various locations What: Breathtaking dance, discerning theatre, hilarious comedy and globally-celebrated music highlight this year’s festival with world-class performances and workshops by international, Canadian and local artists. Runs until: Wednesday March 15, 2017

Bad People: Portraits of the Punishable Where: Hot Art Wet City What: Sadly, it is the final show of this fantastic little gallery. Come see the worst, the naughtiest, the darkest, the damnedest, the shady, the skittish, the last and the least, yourself. We know you’ll take a thing or two away. With miniature pieces and their miniature prices, it may even be some art. Runs until: Saturday March 18, 2017

CelticFest Where: Various locations What: A rich cultural celebration of the seven Celtic nations’ kinship and community.The festival showcases the best of Celtic music, dance, spoken word as well as film, foodand fare and the much-anticipated St. Patrick’s Day Parade. Runs until: Sunday March 18, 2017

Haroon Mirza

Haroon Mirza Where: The Contemporary Art Gallery What: The Contemporary Art Gallery presents the first solo exhibition in Canada by British artist Haroon Mirza. Runs until: Sunday March 19, 2016

Vancouver International Dance Festival

Vancouver International Dance Festival Where: Various locations What: A broad spectrum of dance presentation ranging from the slow introspection of butoh to the dynamic precision of ballet. Runs until: Saturday March 25, 2017

Judy Chartrand, What a Wonderful World Where: The Bill Reid Gallery of Northwest Coast Art What: Her beautiful and provocative work presents her own personal history and insights into life in the Downtown Eastside of Vancouver, and commentary on racism and post–colonial relations between Indigenous and non–Indigenous cultures. Runs until: Saturday March 25, 2016

Kids Get in For Free Where: VanDusen Botanical Garden and Bloedel Conservatory What: Take advantage of up to two free child admissions with the purchase of a regular price adult, senior, or youth admission at VanDusen Garden or Bloedel Conservatory. Runs until: Friday March 31, 2017

Layers of Influence

Layers of Influence Where: UBC Museum of Anthropology What: This stunning exhibition will explore clothing’s inherent evidence of human ingenuity, creativity and skill, drawing from MOA’s textile collection — the largest collection in Western Canada — to display a global range of materials, production techniques and adornments across different cultures and time frames. Runs until: Sunday April 9, 2017

Vancouver Special Where: Vancouver Art Gallery What: The first iteration of this series and it features works by 40 artists produced within the last five years—Vancouver’s post-Olympic period. The exhibition includes many emerging artists as well as those who are more established but whose ideas were prescient. Some are recent arrivals to Vancouver, while others are long-term residents who have already made significant contributions. Others are nomadic, less settled in one place and are working energetically between several locations. Runs until: Monday April 17, 2016

Nat Bailey Stadium Winter Farmers Market

Nat Bailey Stadium Winter Farmers Market Where: Nat Bailey Stadium What: Don’t fret the summers Farmers markets packing up – winter is here, and you can still shop local for fresh produce, preserves, baked goods, and crafts. Runs until: Saturday April 22, 2017

Hastings Park Farmers Market

Hastings Park Farmers Market Where: Hastings Park (near the PNE) What: The Hastings Park Farmers Market features a great selection of local produce; nursery items, fish, meat & dairy; artisan prepared foods, baking and treats; local crafts, and of course, food trucks. Runs until: Sunday April 30, 2017

Susan Point: Spindle Whorl

Susan Point: Spindle Whorl Where: Vancouver Art Gallery What: Since the early 1980s, Susan Point has received wide acclaim for her remarkably accomplished oeuvre that forcefully asserts the vitality of Coast Salish culture, both past and present. She has produced an extensive body of prints and an expansive corpus of sculptural work in a wide variety of materials that includes glass, resin, concrete, steel, wood and paper. Runs until: Sunday May 28, 2017

Pacific Crossings: Hong Kong Artists in Vancouver | Sunset, Carrie Koo

Pacific Crossings: Hong Kong Artists in Vancouver Where: Vancouver Art Gallery What: June 2017 marks the 20-year anniversary of the transfer of Hong Kong sovereignty from the United Kingdom to mainland China. In the lead up to the handover, tens of thousands of Hong Kong residents immigrated to Canada, many choosing to settle in Vancouver, and among them were a significant number of artists. Pacific Crossings presents works from well-known Hong Kong artists created after their relocation to Vancouver throughout the 1960-90s. Runs until: May 28, 2017

Retainers of Anarchy

Retainers of Anarchy Where: Vancouver Art Gallery What: A solo exhibition featuring new work from Howie Tsui that considers wuxia, a traditional form of martial arts literature, as a narrative tool for dissidence and resistance. Runs until: May 28, 2017

Amazonia: The Rights of Nature

Amazonia: The Rights of Nature Where: UBC Museum of Anthropology What: MOA will showcase its Amazonian collections in a significant exploration of socially and environmentally-conscious notions intrinsic to indigenous South American cultures, which have recently become innovations in International Law. These are foundational to the notions of Rights of Nature, and they have been consolidating in the nine countries that share responsibilities over the Amazonian basin. Runs until: January 28, 2018

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