#even if someone brought me news of you i would not have believed them 🤣🤣🤣

[dreamofmourning]

"Are there others?" still has the exact same effect on me as it did when i was fourteen. just really the heart of everything. "Nothing, no one." "Just us." it measurably altered my adolescent life forever and it's almost too painful of a text to return to because it's so layered with all the things it meant to me over time. are there others are there others are there others

[celestialtarot11]

Messages from your pet/s 🐱🌜💖

Hi friends! A long time ago I said I would publish a PAC reading centered around messages from your pets 💗 here it is! Enjoy 🍵 feel free to like, comment and reblog! Pick a bouquet —>

Pile 1: The Magician • 4 of wands

Hi pile 1’s! Welcome to your pile 💗🍵 I feel your per first of all, loves hanging around you. They could actually be your soulmate manifested in a different being this lifetime 🤍 they are your other half essentially. Some of you may own black cats! I feel right away your pet has an auspicious message about a new event, person or celebration coming up for you. This could be something you actually wanted and it’s coming your way 🤗 so definitely enjoy that! That sounds wonderful and I feel your pet is actually guiding your manifestations in a way. They are a guardian, and they also protect you from energies that don’t serve your highest good in this lifetime. Their existence deflects negativity! I heard a long time ago if cats purr they are taking away pain or something 🤔 I have no idea how true this is, but comment below and let me know! Because I am seeing a cat rubbing against you and purring a lot to get rid of evil eye 🧿🪬 so your animals are very protective, even the ones that aren’t a cat 🤣 they do watch over you, and love to spend time with you 🙌 I think if there is someone you don’t like, they will know right away and give that person a full on stare, or not interact with them. Thats your sign your animal supports you 💅🏻 and also is saying that person is negative (I heard full of shit but I resorted to respectful tactics 🤣) wow so your pet is definitely not one to mess with! I hope you are all well pile 1’s! Thank you for coming by and I appreciate any support to this blog 🤍

Pile 2: Seven of wands • Ace of cups

Hi pile 2’s! Welcome to your reading 🤗💘 excited to have you here! Lets see what messages your pet has for you. I see that they feel fulfilled, cared for and loved by you. They have a special spiritual bond with you, so maybe you see them in dreams, or they will have messages for you in your waking life when you spend time with them. Sometimes its almost like, “wait, why can I hear you talking? Im the human one” 🤣 now, unless you have schizophrenia, which please be careful and get that checked out! Your animal is trying to communicate with you via intuition, and loves to connect with you that way. You two share a special soul bond. A message they have is to persevere any issue you have right now, and they believe in you 🙌 they got your back, and they believe in your ability to move past an issue or situation! Or if times have been rough, they want to be there for you and spend time with you to make you feel better 🥹💘 honestly that is so sweet. But they definitely want to see you smile again. Im drawn to notice how the ace of cups in this deck has a bouquet too 🤣 just like our piles themes. So get some flowers if you’re not allergic. Put them in your space! Or garden, if it’s not winter in your hemisphere. Caring for plants is important now. Or being in nature will lift your energy ���🤗 thank you pile 2’s! I appreciate you coming by, please support this blog in any way you can 🍵🙌

Pile 3: The lovers • 5 of swords

Hi pile 3’s! 💘🍵🤍 Welcome, please enjoy this message brought to you by your loving pet. So far I see if they have passed away, or had an injury they remember you 🥹💘 they did not forget you at all. They are watching over you. And somehow I feel they left something for you behind, there’s almost an energetic baggage of love and abundance at your doorstep. In a good way, they left behind something beautiful you can transform in this lifetime. Whether they are alive or not, your pet has brought in a different energy into your life and you probably noticed the shift right away. This could be an emotional support animal! This pet brought love and care into your life, and they are thankful for your presence 🤗💘 they miss you always, even if they are around you now. Some of you may have had a parakeet, or a bigger bird. They want you to remember the good times and smile because you had them 🤍 so whether your pet is alive or not, they want you to enjoy your moments with them, and everyone. There’s such an unconditional loving energy here, its beautiful 🥹💗 they want you to be accepting, and less harsh on yourself is what I heard. You did all you could is also something I heard. I forgive you. There are some intense energies here, please take care pile 3’s ❤️‍🩹 I am wishing you the best and all the love and peace!

Paid Readings 🍵💘

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[irish-urn]

Okay this is fully a HC and I recognize that so bare with me here, this is just my opinion, no one come for me 🤣

This is regarding Casey's thought process about Nora, and how Casey knows that Nora wants that big happy family blah blah blah.

I like to think that dancing was originally Nora's dream and I can see her being GOOD at it. But then, she met this silver tongued, could charm the devil, older man– and halfway through university, she finds herself married and pregnant very young, putting a stop to her dreams.

So I can see Casey, and her neurosis, actually feeling like it's HER fault that her mother didn't get to live her dream. Of course she's going to be supportive of Nora's new marriage, of course she's going to help around the house and be okay with being parentified because this was all her fault to begin with. If SHE didn't come along, then maybe Nora would have been a world famous ballerina by now. Maybe she would have divorced Dennis long ago. So the fact that not only did Nora NOT get to have that, but she also went through a very messy divorce?? It's all Casey's fault. (I cannot stress this enough, this is what I think is going through Casey's crazy mind, I do not blame a child for ruining her mother's life)

So OF COURSE Casey, the romantic, will do ANYTHING to help her mother have her happily ever after. She's still a brat and a spoiled princess but OF COURSE she's going to be supportive of her mother's new marriage.

So when she not only ends up having feelings for Derek, but also ACTS on those feelings... oof. She might as well be ruining her mother's life all over again.

Again, this is just a silly little head canon, it's not gospel, no one has to go along with this 🤣

Okay, but HCs are fun???? And we all base our stories on HCs, and this one is also super valid??

I think if anything, we can agree that Casey takes on unnecessary responsibility. There is no reason for Casey to feel like she's ruined some of Nora's life, but I can totally see her feeling that way. I also believe that a part of Casey feels guilty for still wanting a relationship with Dennis, even knowing how bad it was for Nora at the end.

There's also -- and this is playing a little bit with the Genora relationship we see in LWL -- but I can see Casey feeling guilty that she seems happier in her relationship with Derek than Nora does with George (and please don't come at me: in LWL, Nora was very obviously *not* a happy wife. A different kind of miserable than Casey, but not nearly as happy as she was in LWD).

But, also, there's a very stubborn streak in Casey, and Casey knows she's clever and smart and believes she has good judgement. I think Casey probably has a lot of conflicting feelings about Nora and George's relationship vs Derek and Casey's.

I think as Casey gets older, the guilt lessens.

And then, because as you know, Derek is my blorbo and it's all about him anyways, I think Derek also sees himself as someone who "ruined" his parents' lives. I think though, instead of feeding the guilt, Derek fights it. I think it may be where some of his anger and lack of respect for authority comes into play: because he refuses to feel guilty for choices his parents made that he may have triggered but didn't actively cause. He may *feel* guilty, but he's not going to feed it. He'll fight it. He'll fight them.

And if his parents can make bad decisions, then they can't be mad at him for his few bad decisions too. That's just part of growing up. It happens. Lay off.

Besides, Casey wasn't his decision. Casey came with Nora, who was George's decision. Derek didn't choose to love her. Derek fought those feelings too. Don't go getting pissed at him for developing feelings when *you're* the one that brought her into his life, George. (This is Derek's thought process, and he's kinda bitter sometimes.)

Yeah. Yeah, these kids are kind of a mess, huh.

[winterwump]

Suggestion: cheon taejin x kwak jihan head cannons (general) please! If u have time ❤

General Headcanons for Taejin & Jihan

Here you gooo!!! I’m so surprised that you came to me with a request, but thank you. I’m dangerously in love with Taejin, so to have someone request something with him in it was fun!! ENJOY🤩

❎Cheon Taejin❎

Like most people, Taejin has his set of guilty pleasures. One that immediately came to me is that he loves trash tv. I mean like the over-produced melodramatic dramas that come on in the dead of night. He LOVES that shit💀💀💀

Tbh, I can make a whole list of hygiene Headcanons for this man just cuz I know he smells good, but Imma keep it short🥴:

Taejin is a FIRM believer in the power that good grooming holds. He takes extra extra care of his hair, using high-quality (and prolly overpriced) products. And he always makes it to his regularly scheduled hair appointments to keep the color on point.

I’m pretty sure he’s a bottle blonde, but he's so proud of that so there’s no point in making jokes about it.

Buuuut if you really wanna get on his nerves, just pretend like you can see his roots. That would drive him up a wall😵

For someone who lives in South Korea, Taejin is not a huge fan of foods that have an ass load of garlic in them. He knows that his diet has an impact on his body odor so he has to limit his garlic intake.

Taejin runs hot (I mean just look at him🥵)

 like he’s just one big space heater so he prefers - no he NEEDS to sleep with a fan going. Like, that bitch is up high and there are fuckin gale force winds in the room and he’s KNOCKED OUT like *watch dis* 

He doesn’t look like it but, Taejin is a light-ass sleeper. If it's not humming from his fan, then it needs to either shut up or go to hell💀

✳️Kwak Jihan✳️

He’s never been to an amusement park EVER. He’s always wanted to go to one, but he either doesn't have time or he just forgets to go.

He’s been to one of those fall-time southern fairs so that’s close enough (lol)

Ya’ll, when I tell you that  Jihan is sick of people asking about his eyes - I mean he is SICK of it.

Like 2 or 3 questions about his eyes are manageable, but after the 3rd time, he’s ready to go like the convo gets cut short.

This man is so unaware of how jarring his accent and dialect are. Like, if it's ever brought up when he’s in Seoul, he’ll be so confused “II’m speaking so normally tho💀” (As a Southerner, this is my life)

Despite what his hair looks like, Jihan doesn’t actually style his hair much if not at all. He has a perfect Shake-N-Go growing from his scalp (Lucky bastard lolol)

Oh and the same thing with his eyebrows (Tbh, none of these men do their eyebrows prolly)

He’s a sucker for soup. Soup of all kinds, but meaty soups with light broths are what does him in for real. Example: Dak Gomtang 

I feel like even though he’s young, Jihan watches the news (and by extension all TV) like an old man. I mean this exact picture *dis* 

I think he gets it from Jibeom, who gets it from Jichang, who prolly got it from Bakgu. They all do it and none of them acknowledge it🤣

Oh and the weather channel is his favorite (cuz I said so lol)

Okayy I hope ya'll like this one. I feel as if I misinterpreted the request so take this for now, and I will rewrite this in a shipping context. BYE!!!

[akiizayoi4869]

I just got finished watching Dragon Ball Super: Super Hero, and I think this might actually be up there in my favorite Dragon Ball movies. I wasn't sure how exactly I was going to feel about it at first because of the animation style, but I loved this movie. The humor and chaos was on point as always, and I never got bored watching it. My favorite moments had to be the new transformations:

I never thought that we would get to see Gohan and Piccolo get another power up, since the plots usually center around Goku and Vegeta saving the day. Speaking of which, that was actually a breath of fresh air for this movie. I love them, but sometimes it's good to let other characters have the spotlight. The last time I can remember that happening was in DBZ movie 11: Bio Broly, so I was pleasantly surprised to see the other characters getting the chance to save the world for a change. Another thing that I loved about the movie is this:

Piccolo and Pan's relationship was so cute and wholesome😭. A stark contrast to how Piccolo was with Gohan back when he was training him to fight the sayains (which makes sense since Piccolo didn't have nearly as much development as he does now). The ending where she showed him that she could finally fly was so cute. Piccolo's relationship with Gohan in this movie was another highlight that I loved. Even though Gohan has long since surpassed Piccolo, he still needs to be reminded that he needs to keep up his training. And who better to do that than the person who made him into a warrior to begin with?

Also wanted to talk about these guys:

It was nice to see them bring back the Red Ribbon Army for this movie. I always wondered if there was more of them hiding in secret somewhere. Dr. Gero actually having a grandson was a surprise. Definitely was not expecting that. Speaking of which, I love how Commander Red's son and his lackey was able to manipulate Dr. Gero's grandson with the most bs lie ever to get him to do what they wanted him to do xD. I didn't think he would actually believe it, but this is Dragon Ball after all, lol. Gamma 1 and Gamma 2 were really cool and interesting characters to introduce. I liked how they thought of themselves as the "heroes" (even though they obviously weren't) thanks to Dr. Hedo's programming, and eventually realized that they were all being lied to. When Gamma 2 died I actually felt sad, which was something else that I wasn't expecting to happen🤣. Don't really have too much to say about Cell Max. He was nothing more than the final boss that you have to defeat to win the game. I do like how they brought Cell back though, even if it wasn't actually him. I wonder what would have happened if he never got released. Would he have stayed in confinement and grown stronger like the Cell that we all know did, before he eventually broke out? Or would Dr. Hedo have done something about him?

Two of the funniest moments to me in the film would have to be when Bulma used the remaining two wishes for freaking cosmetic surgery, and Beerus having a crush on Cheelai😂😂😂. Like, I know that I shouldn't expect much from Bulma when it comes to wishes, but damn😭. And I never thought that a God of Destruction would ever have a crush on someone, lol. All in all, I absolutely loved this movie and I will definitely watch it again.

[tiddiesoutwhenthetisout]

tons of TW on here bc i'm just yapping casually, so let me tell u that making a therapist cry was not on my bucket list for 2025 but,

being sent to therapy as a child is way different from being sent-ish as an adult when ur more confident you're not imagining things/basically more aware.

dr. basically asked me: how are you still alive?

🤣 iunno doc, the power of love? /hj

starting from the top:

it was pretty funny. she made me write basic info n the classic symptoms tickboxes, history, etc. sat down. she was just Looking Respectfully at the beginning and then opening the talk upon completion of the forms with "You're so pretty" with a transfixed smile and gyattdamn, (learned this from my roomie) i appreciate that coming from an older woman.

i mean she's prolly in her 30s or 40s but yes. it doesn't feel gross 🕺 she paused and stared sometimes just to say that again, alongside making comments about my speaking voice n shit. it felt like an aunt i never had or something 😭

bc all my aunts i was in contact with were fucked up 🤘

or iunno it just felt so freeing because wow, a compliment on my appearance from someone who isn't my gf, without weird/volatile feelings/intentions? whoaaa. perceived (reasonably) or otherwise. ig it just felt safe in that office. i care about this because a lot of my encounters with others is them being impressed by a skill, a talent, or looks, esp looks bc you can just stand there and that's what people see-- and wanting to use that or exploit that or define me by that and put me on a pedestal instead of acknowledging the person it's attached to, yk? i can't explain very well.

but it's like you are a concept built on the things you can do, and when it comes to the human you are, no one listens.

"imagine what you would be without all the trauma."

yes, doc. it hurts to imagine so i don't do it, generally 🤣

and anyway the header-- yes, on this initial overall assessment, a little back and forth, ms. dr.'s eyes were just turning red a lot, dabbing at em, nose clogging up, help--

"you're doing your best but ur fucked up" yes. and i also have a long line of fucked uppedness in my family. did you know a new study said something about your genetics retaining trauma info from ur ancestors? good ｂｙｅ

as well as "i didn't even get u formally assessed but you're kinda fucked up bro" (not verbatim obviously)

well. she made me tear up by going "we become different people when we feel that we are understood and loved" when she brought up my gf (who we initially sent there after a relative's suicide last month), who referred me, who apparently told the doc we were together. i didn't expect that because she's very private especially about us, so *hair tuck behind ear* (lol). so it's only fair--

because sometimes people say the love me but only the version of me they hope for, constructed in their heads, the name, refusing accountability...

anyway

funny that when we were talking about my gf in passing, she showed up outside the clinic. doc went: well there she is!

me: WHAT

doc: u didn't know she's coming?

me: NO

doc: : ))))

oh yeah she's not homophobic too which is WONDERFUL and like it felt like she supports it too instead of just tolerating it.

doc also went on about how much potential she could see from the first impression n shit. it's like... yk how i hear this a lot from other people but it never feels genuine? and how this is somewhat special because that professional also told me "you're already impressive, and i can see you're doing your best, BUT things are hindering you."

in contrast to others', "you're awesome but you're not trying hard enough."

it didn't feel as shallow as all these positive words from other people. because i somehow want to tell them "i can be better; this is not it" but they won't believe me. just going "you're just being humble; look at ME."

ykwim?

like, stop comparing yourself to me to make me feel better. that's not it. that's not going to make me feel better; i just want you to believe i can be greater without everything that's keeping me tied down.

instead of saying, "why can't you aim for that Thing You're Totally Capable Of?" that all these years i've just learned to disregard with "i'm lazy." for a lack of better words.

she kept looking at my symptoms and saying: WOW the way you're still here is literally impressive.

puts down her pen, looks again, goes: SEE? look at all of that. without question, we'll put you on academic leave and get you these things *starts scribbling*

iunno it's such a RELIEF that i feel like sharing it. not that i don't just Yap incessantly, but yes 🤣 it's like... i've known that. i'm not just a piece of shit, a failure "despite my privileges", a "person who's not trying their best", a "spoiled brat" that everyone among my relatives think i am. because my parents still keep this... front about our family being in harmony and that Nothing Is Wrong when they practically could've just killed each other. and me LOL.

like jesus fuck; you break generational trauma by actually doing it. not presenting it as broken.

doc soon gonna hear about how they both wanted a son. heh. 😭

guess what i spent 4 yrs of my life crossdressing and i also like girls. you get half a son. i mean tbh i still sometimes act like one accdng to their standards. but i never really, before i was aware of these, and before i got sick of the SH, 🍇ey situations, etc... and even as a "guy" it happened 🕺🕺🕺 it was a fun phase and a thing i still do from time to time though so heh it's not a "what was it all for" situation. just a "wow that felt like a past life."

boutta go to the bathroom so yes well, this went well despite me knowing what i got. it was like... "see. the professional says so. and she INSISTS on getting all the treatment." might come back to the comments to randomly slip in shit.

my gf came to pick me up actl, and going out my therapist went "(name)'s right there, she's waiting for you. yk her. she loves you a lot." not sure how to translate that. in the used language, she meant something like "loves you in all forms, to the root of your soul". nuance hard hard

we used to joke about "picking u up from therapy", didn't expect that too happen at this age lmaooo, for both of us rlly. also yeah um i've avoided going because medical trust issues n shit as well as thinking "I'm self-aware, I can do this" but yk what things just Work Differently. heck wait gtg meet a friend

conclusion funny ahh therapy session. doc even used up her lunch break for me :''')

[smolbeandrabbles]

Linzi’s 2023 Thank You Post!

I feel like every year I get here and wonder how the heck it got to December 31st! And yet, here we are again!

Funnily enough, as I read back my 2022 thank you's I told you this blog would be changing a little... and guess what? I never really got that done! Maybe I will in 2024! (I suppose you can watch this space!)

I did however, actually write so much more this year, and posted a lot of it too, so I can say that goal was accomplished! And I hope 2024 brings more of that inspiration! To my fellow writers also! 🤗

 I would like to say thank you to everyone for being here! For still enjoying the fics I wrote years ago, and my new work too!  For those of you that have commented or DM'd me! Or for those of you that I have messaged (one of you for the first time, despite being moots for 11 years!🤯)

I would like to thank @sagitariusrising and @sufferthesea for their continued support in everything! You two always push me to write better than I ever have before, and I value your friendship and encoragement

@alotofrandomfangirling - I mean, I don't have the words to express how much the past few months has meant to me - it's been so fun idea swapping and curating with you and just getting out all the ✨FEELINGS✨ towards some of these idiot swordsmen we are catching feelings for (and their actors, too!) Thank you for being there any time I've thought "Wait, but does this even work!?" 🤣 Doubtless, there will be more times like that!

@mandy23b - Hard to believe it's going to be 5 years next year [again, you're never getting rid of me!😜] Thank you for always being someone understanding, who I can talk to about the good and bad things in this roller-coaster of a year! (And for sharing yours with me too!) You truly are my best friend, and I can't wait to see what adventures we get up to in 2024!

And - what you're really wanting to see, of course! 😉 - here are my Men of 2023! Either because I spent a lot of time with them in my head... or writing for them... or letting them live rent free in my mind (Looking at you, Serge! Your movie isn't even OUT yet!) or because I supported them this year in there respective sports (or maybe a little of all of those! 😁) What I can say for sure is every single one of them brought me joy in some capacity, and isn't that the main thing?

I'm looking forward to whatever 2024 brings! Here's to a good one! 🍾🥂

[anadorablekiwi]

So as some of you know, I finally got Diluc after a long 2+ years of simping for him

And as i was chatting with Tellie about it, inspo struck

So here, have a half crack drabble about it 🤣

[while I obviously simp for Diluc, this isn’t intended as Diluc /Traveler ship lol. Moreso just me inserting myself in Lumine’s place 😂]

Drabble under cut~ (and a bonus scene that is somehow longer)

Kaeya smirked. “Took you long enough.”

“Diluc!!! Hang on, let me go get your stuff! I’ll be right back!” The Traveler ran off excitedly, greeting Gaming with caution.

Diluc huffed.

“Oh? Someone is jealous~” Kaeya said in a singsong tone.

“I am not.” Diluc frowned, eyes not leaving the Traveler. She collected various artifacts and materials, placing them in a box and happily chatting with Gaming, who was helping her.

“Here,” Kaeya offered. He held out a plate of mint jelly.

Diluc scowled. “What is this?”

“Mint Jelly of course! It’s your new signature dish~”

Diluc glared daggers at his brother.

Kaeya just laughed. “I cannot believe you. Jealous of a child? I would have thought the head of Dawn Winery to be above that sort of thing.”

“I am Not jealous.”

“Oh? Then why is it that you arrive the day after she gives your prefarmed artifacts and planned weapon to another Pyro user, with whom she is having fun?”

Diluc huffed. “Merely a coincidence.”

The Traveler came running back, box loaded with items.

“Here Diluc!! Your artifacts, and I prefarmed your ascension materials! I had originally prefarmed some talent books, but Mona needed them and you weren’t here yet so I used them, sorry about that. Oh! But today is the right day for the domain! So I’ll do a few runs of that right away! Here!”

She shoved the box into his arms, then retrieved two claymores.

“You have a couple weapons to choose from, both would be really good I think! I’ll be back again!”

Diluc smiled slightly. “Thank you. It is good to see you again, my friend. Don’t work yourself too hard for me.”

Traveler grinned. “It’s good to see you too! Don’t worry, I’m taking care of myself! Be right back!” And with that she ran off again.

Kaeya chuckled. “You know, she only sees Gaming as a little brother at most.”

Diluc’s usual grumpy expression returned instantly. “I’m aware.”

“Couldn’t handle another pyro claymore user in her heart, huh? Even if it’s familial?”

“Kaeya…” he growled.

The Cavalry Captain laughed. “Alright, I’ll stop. But only because someone is all geared up now.”

The two men stood in silence for an awkward moment.

Kaeya coughed, eyes studying the sky and pointedly away from his brother. “You know, Diluc, the Traveler isn’t the only one who missed you.”

Diluc froze, then the slightest curve of a smile graced his lips. “I’ve missed you, too, brother.”

~

Bonus Scene

“Sorry about that Gaming, I didn’t mean to take what I had only just given you yesterday.”

The boy flashed a bright smile. “Hey, no problem! From what you told me you’d been waiting for him for a while right? And it was intended for him anyways! I don’t mind.”

Traveler smiled. “Thanks for being so understanding. As an apology, i got something for you!”

The Traveler brought out a large box, labeled ‘For Gaming’ on the front in big red letters.

“Whoa, is this all for me?”

“Yup! Its all yours. And not just to borrow. Open it up!”

He opened the box, and his face lit up immediately. “Dang, how much did this put you out? You shouldn’t have! I promise to put it to good use!”

The Traveler smiled. “Turns out I had enough good quality artifacts to give you your own set already! I was planning on farming a set for you at some point anyways, and when I get the chance I’ll definitely see if I can get both of you even better ones.”

She retrieved a glowing blue and gold claymore from thin air, grinning. “This is also for you! Diluc liked the other claymore option better, so he said you can keep the five star!”

Gaming accepted the claymore, smiling from ear to ear. “Oh man, you’re trusting me with a lot of power here. But I promise you, its in good hands! I’m gonna ramp up my kung fu training and hustle hard, watch me!”

The Traveler giggled. “Don’t work yourself too hard now. We all need to make sure we’re taking good care of ourselves, or Kokomi will lecture us about it.”

“Right! You can count on me! Oh, and tell Master Diluc thanks for me! This is Dope!!”

“You can thank him yourself, I think he’s just right over there.” Traveler pointed off to the side, where Diluc was examining his new greatsword and pretending to not be eavesdropping.

He glanced up as they approached. “Hm? Did you need something?”

“Thanks for letting me keep the five star sword Master Diluc, sir! The sword is totally dope!”

“You’re welcome.” He then paused, a look of confusion on his face. “…’dope’?”

“Yeah! It means very good, or cool!”

“Ah, I see. Well, it was no trouble to me. This other sword Traveler offered me is just as good, so I decided to let you keep the one you had been using. Even if it is a little… less cool looking.”

“What do you mean, that sword looks epic! Is it magic or something?? How does it hold up so well?”

“Its a magic sword from the melusines over in Fontaine,” Traveler answered. It was a thank you gift for helping them out so much, and they poured all their love into it!”

She glanced at the sword, then giggled. “As did someone else I know it seems. I see Kayea has been babysitting Klee today?”

Diluc grunted. “Yes he has. She wanted to see this ‘super cool magic sword’ Kaeya told her about, and add some stickers of her own.”

“Aww, how cute! Are you good with kids then Master Diluc?” Gaming asked.

Traveler giggled, avoiding Diluc’s questioning gaze.

“I wouldn’t necessarily say that I am, but Klee seems to have grown fond of me regardless for some reason.”

Traveler grinned. Hanging out with Jean and Kaeya will certainly help with that I’m sure.

“At any rate, now that you two have officially been introduced there doesn’t have to be any jealousy anymore!”

“Huh? Jealousy? What do you mean Traveler?” Gaming tilted his head in confusion.

Diluc glared at Traveler, although there was no heat to it. “No one was ever jealous that I know of.”

Traveler clapped once. “Good! Now come on Gaming, I want to introduce you to some of the others. I think you and Razor would get along great! You and Bennett would definitely need some supervision though. Oh! And Fishl, it takes a bit to get used to her but she’s fantastic!”

Diluc watched the pair go, ignoring the warm feeling welling up inside him.

He has enough children he has grown fond of already, there is no need for another (as if his heart would ever pay his wants any heed).

~

[destinyc1020]

To the anon who brought up Timothee and Z, you’re not slick lol. You think I don’t know a timdaya when I see one? As a long time Timothee stan since 2017 and Tomdaya I can assure you Tim and Z are nothing but friends lol. That’s it. Timothee isn’t a weirdo okay. One of the reason I stan him that his values as a person are pure and genuine. His closest circle of ppl revolves around gay men, men and women. He grew up with an older sister. He’s not one of those guys who can’t separate friendship and attraction with a woman. I wouldn’t not be a fan of him this long if that was the case. He’s a very attractive man with a lot of options beyond just Hollywood lol. Yes Z is beautiful but there’s a lot of beautiful women even more than Z.

This isn’t the first time he posted his female friends on the gram Taylor Russell has a whole layout dedicated to her by Timothee and No says anything about them. Yes, I’m aware of the Tnt rumours but now we know she’s dating Harry and most of that was just PR for Bones and All so…

I think Timothee shot himself in the foot making that 2020 bday post to Z. He now has an expectation to post every year to Z because his stans and Z’s stans get on him on Twitter lol. He might be giving bday posts until he dies or at least until the Dune franchise is done filming lol. So don’t worry pls, these two are just besties, only.

Though I’ve been giving Timothee praise, it doesn’t absolve him from criticism. His dating life is a mess.

I’m gonna get pushback but when has Timothee ever dated a black/biracial woman? Going to Darnell’s cookout don’t count lol. Growing up in New York don’t count lol. Listening to rap and music from colorists don’t count. Yes, I’m aware I’m being very strict with him. As a black fan I had to wake up from that kool aid. His words and his actions are very different lol.

All his exes and flings have been blondes and brunettes so to think him are Z are dating is just funny to me. His public persona is very different to his private lol. At least with Leo, you know his type is just models. Timothee is so secretive that I honestly feel he’s ashamed at whoever he hooks up with lol. If I was famous I wouldn’t want to date someone who’s ashamed of me and we have to constantly hide and date in secret.

As a fan of his work mainly, who he sleeps with is really not my business. I believe wholeheartedly in celeb and fan separation. However, dating Kylie was a choice lol. I don’t agree with the misogyny she has gotten from his fans, however dating a yt woman who brought her features emulating black/biracial women and profited on the insecurities of others and preach about social media’s impact on society again, a choice lol. I’m still a stan I just side eye him time to time I can’t lie.

In conclusion, Timdaya are cool besties but just besties.

Thanks for your input Anon! 👏🏾 It sounds like you have a very healthy view of your fave, and that's good. You don't put Timmy on a pedestal, you still love and appreciate him, but you recognize that his dating life can be a mess sometimes lol. 😅

Honestly, that's where I am with Austin and his "baby sitting duties" that he's currently in with the Gerber Baby as well rotfl.🤣 Like, I love Austin, but this current rlshp is just no bueno to me. 🥴 Don't get me wrong, I'm happy if he's happy, but I will never ship it. 😤

Imo, that's a healthy way to be with your faves. Like, you love them, but you don't idolize them to the point where you feel scared to admit things you don't quite like. 😊

I’m gonna get pushback but when has Timothee ever dated a black/biracial woman? Going to Darnell’s cookout don’t count lol. Growing up in New York don’t count lol. Listening to rap and music from colorists don’t count. Yes, I’m aware I’m being very strict with him. As a black fan I had to wake up from that kool aid. His words and his actions are very different lol.

I understand what you're trying to say Anon, but idk if I would look at Timmy's dating life to assume the type of person he would date in the future. No offense, but MOST people date intraracially anyway. 🤷🏾‍♀️ That's nothing new.

Plus, you can't always go by someone's "type". Tom Holland had always only dated white girls before he met Zendaya. 🤷🏾‍♀️ Who knew Tom Hiddleston would end up dating and having a baby with Zawe after he dated Taylor Swift? Who knew Nick Jonas would end up MARRYING an INDIAN woman who's older than him?? 🤣

Like, I get your point Anon lol, but c'mon...there's a first time for EVERYTHING. I don't even think Z had really dated a white man before she met Tom. So, you can't always look at someone's PREVIOUS dating habits to assume who they might be attracted to or who they might date in the future. I sure as heck didn't ever see Timmy dating someone like Kylie lol.

[pinkthick]

For the request fic:

4. repositioning the mistletoe because it annoys them

5. repositioning the mistletoe because they need MORE kisses

With BBC Sherlock Holmes x Reader

[Ngl, the #4 one made me laugh my ass off cuz it reminded me of Sherlock 🤣. Like he would canonly do this fr💀]

Hi. 🙃

I am aware that Christmas has long since passed, but I've had such a writer's block because of this request, and even now I'm not happy with how the fanfiction ended, but I hope you'll forgive me. I do, however, hope you enjoy it.🫶🏻🫶🏻

Where are the mistletoes?

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Fem!Reader

Sherlock Holmes & Mrs. Hudson & John Watson & Reader

Summary: Although your relationship with Sherlock is still relatively new and he still has a lot to learn about how people interact with one another, the two of you are beginning to understand each other better, even if Sherlock did believe that he should attach mistletoes so that he could kiss you whenever he wanted.

John began decorating the apartment an hour ago, but he didn't get much done. He wasn't sure how long the detective would be entertained by just trying to assist you in purchasing gifts for the others and items from Mrs. Hudson's shopping list that weren't really necessary for Christmas. Sherlock would soon understand what everyone was attempting, it was pretty obvious. Get him out of here so they can at least decorate this apartment for the holiday.

He abruptly halted what he was doing when he suddenly heard someone climbing the stairs. Mrs. Hudson opened the door while holding a little box and John abruptly let out a breath after realizing he had been holding it just moments earlier, feeling relieved that it wasn’t Sherlock.

“Oh dear, perhaps you should take a break. It is obvious that you won’t finish decorating anytime soon.” the elderly woman smiled somehow sadly at him.

“Well, if I had help from others, it would have been finished by now.” John spoke aloud in a harsh manner.

“Don’t hold that against me. I am the one doing all the cooking.” As Mrs. Hudson eventually set the box down on the couch and made her way outside, she stated in an irritated voice.

As he went to check what was in the package, John sighed. It was disappointing to decorate an apartment alone when it was supposed to be something you would do with your friends and family. However, he didn't have the right to snap at the poor woman because she had already accepted so many things Sherlock and he had done. But was it really that simple when you shared a home with Sherlock Holmes? But when it came to the detective, nothing was, in fact simple.

He was a little shocked by what Mrs. Hudson had brought him. But not in a bad way. The box was filled with mistletoes. Even though he had no idea how she could have obtained this, he knew better than to question her. He could take one or two, they wouldn’t hurt anybody hopefully.

He grabbed one and walked up to Sherlock's armchair, but before he hopped on it, John placed a newspaper over it since he didn't want Sherlock to become upset that he climbed on it while wearing his shoes. Only the great detective could do that since it was his chiar. He could be such a drama queen sometimes, but that’s just how the young Holmes is.

He took the tape from the small table and the doctor lifted the mistletoe over his head and eased it up to stick it on the ceiling. As he climbed down and took the newspaper in his hands, he wrinkled it as he threw it in one of the small trash cans. Might as well get rid of the evidence, right?

Perhaps he could hang one more right at the door? Even though it was a bad idea, nobody could have stopped him. He managed to climb on a small chair, but attaching it to the ceiling was a little bit more difficult. He did lose his balance once, but it undoubtedly didn't seem to stop him.

Although he was pleased with himself, John felt as though he would never be able to finish decorating this apartment as he once more glanced out the window and noticed that the Christmas tree was still slightly blank. He went to begin decorating it once more after retrieving the box of decorations.

The grocery store isn’t a place you would normally consider crowded. It's rather easy to get in and out of aisles without having to weave through threads of people, but Christmas was coming up and everyone was buying food like there was no tomorrow. It didn’t matter that they would have throw out half of the food when the holidays are over.

Sherlock worked very hard to keep himself entertained since he didn't want to be a burden to you. He scrutinized everyone who passed him, looking for even the smallest detail that wasn't even really significant in order to infer something about their life. The seconds were flying by, and he was beginning to grow increasingly bored and everyone knew that Sherlock Holmes should never grow bored. He was perplexed as to why fewer crimes occurred over the holidays. It didn't matter whether anyone died during them. A crime was a crime, as if the killers would receive acclaim if they avoided killing around orthodox holidays. The way regular people thought was so bizarre to him.

He watched you as you read the list Mrs. Hudson provided you while growing increasingly impatient as he struggled mightily to come up with something he ought to do. He snatched it from you against his better judgment since he didn't want to be here anymore, eliciting a startled gasp from you.

“Sherlock!” You said as you turned to follow the detective.

"I feel that if I stay here any longer, my brain will rot. You can attempt to keep me outside the building all you want; I don't care. The sooner we leave, the better.” He gave an explanation as he started to select the items Mrs. Hudson had written.

“Was it really that obvious?” You asked in a defeated tone while attempting to match his pace.

He slowed down and nodded briefly as he gave you a faraway "yes" while turning his head away from you and looking ahead. You weren't surprised, but you were a little let down. Well, you did know who you were dating.

As he started to make is way straight to the baking aisle, you were a little held back by other people. It’s not that it was that hard to pinpoint where the detective exactly was, thanks to his height, but somehow you couldn’t see him. Just then someone slipped his hands into yours and you glanced up, seeing Sherlock.

“If we want to get home sooner, it would be beneficial if you didn’t get lost. It would take some time to find you.” He said as you felt his fingers thighten around your hand.

As you allowed yourself to be dragged by him, you grinned a little. Maybe you should text John to let him know you'll be home sooner than expected.

While listening to Christmas music and halfway through decorating the tree, the doctor was unaware that the door had been opened.

Even if you did send him a text, it wasn't very effective because he didn't see it. In addition to the music playing through the entire apartment, John left his phone in the kitchen and set it to mute. He couldn't really do much at this point, especially since both of you had returned.

You initially went to Mrs. Hudson and left her the grocery bags, saying you would return to assist her as soon as you had left the gifts upstairs. Maybe, just maybe, you were interested in Sherlock's reaction as well, hoping that he wouldn't act out as he did the year before.

For a short while, the detective remained silent, and you were staring directly at him while he examined the entire apartment. You weren’t sure if he had any issues with the decorations or not.

"Why is this parasite hanging over my chair?" he asked at that same moment.

Yup, there it was.

Swiftly approaching it, Sherlock snatched it off the ceiling and dropped it into the trash. He raised an eyebrow when he noticed how you and John were looking at him.

"You and Y/N were just standing under the mistletoe moments ago," John said as he observed the detective's devastation. How could he fail to notice something that was right in front of him?

Your boyfriend wasn't even concerned about what it truly meant as you walked over to him; instead, he was only pondering on how he hadn't been able to notice the mistletoe at the entrance the first time. He was startled out of his reverie when you rose to your tiptoes and gave him a swift kiss, noticing a hint of pink brightening your cheeks.

“What was that for?” He asked bewildered

“You are familiar with the tradition, right?” You looked at him while chuckling slightly as he didn’t know what to say.

Given that Sherlock Holmes believed his brain to be similar to a hard drive, it only made sense to store useful information there. He didn't think the customs of Christmas would be useful after all.

“John, see if you can make him help you, I’ll go aid Mrs. Hudson.” You said while also leaving the flat.

As John began to assemble some candy canes on the tree, the doctor did not even make an attempt to persuade him to assist him. It appeared as though he was actually looking at the Grinch. He didn't understand why Sherlock was so opposed to anything that was Christmas-related.

John continued to embellish it with globs and some lights but the detective suddenly disturbed the comfortable silence. “Where are the mistletoes?”

Sherlock would occasionally come across you throughout the day, lead you somewhere where there was mistletoe, like outside the kitchen or the hall, and give you a short kiss before leaving you so he could clean the apartment. Even though you didn't understand what was going on with him, you would just resume helping Mrs. Hudson since you didn't want to question him.

He occasionally had you go where there was mistletoe hanging from the ceiling even after the guests arrived and the party started. This was the first time that the presence of other people didn't matter. Sherlock never kissed you in front of others, so you knew something was off. So, you began to ask yourself even more questions, even if you did know that you couldn't find your answers yet.

You didn't even have the courage to ask him what had actually happened today while you were lying in bed with him. Yes, Sherlock would typically behave strangely, but not in that way. And that kept you up.

You have a routine of rising late at night to get a glass of water. Really nothing out of the ordinary for anyone, but because you were having trouble falling asleep, Sherlock realized that something wasn't right.

You were being held by the detective in a soft yet firm manner. Unaware that he wasn't even sleeping, you made an effort to escape his grasp. Just then Sherlock Holmes' anxious voice suddenly reverberates through the empty space. “Is there something wrong?”

“No, don't worry. Just want a glass of water.” The detective eventually let go of his hold on you. He just realized how big of an impact you had already had on his life as he saw you discreetly stand up and leave the room. Now that he was accustomed to your touch, being alone didn't feel right. It's strange to consider that he reacted negatively when you originally suggested cuddling.

He began to wonder what was keeping you up at night and somehow came to certain conclusions without knowing if they were true. As he lifted his head to look at you, Sherlock must have been too preoccupied with his thoughts to notice when you entered the room.

“Is everything all right?” As you once more get onto the bed and sit next to him, you inquire.

“You have a question, don’t you?” He states bluntly as he wraps his hands around you again. “So let’s have it.”

“What was up with you today?” You asked as you tilted your head slightly.

“I am— not quite following Y/N.” He says unsure as he changes his position, allowing you to get closer to him.

“The mistletoes?” You ask as Sherlock becomes more rigid “They were everywhere today.”

“I should have asked you if I could kiss you, right? I’m sorry. I thought that I could do it without asking for consent if I used the mistletoes.” He says quietly.

“What?” You chuckle a little, which only confuses the great detective further. Despite his brilliance, it was obvious that he still had a lot to learn about emotions and interpersonal relationships.

"I don't—"

"Sherlock, you don't have to ask me every time you want to kiss me. We are a couple. We didn't snuggle like this before, but we do now because it's pleasant for both of us. You don’t need my consent for some things and that includes kissing for me.” You explain as Sherlock brings you closer to him.

“Are you certain?”

“Yes.” You informed him as he nodded and silently uttered ‘oh’

For a while, neither of you said anything, but then Sherlock probes once more: "But are you really sure that you are fine with it?"

You stayed quiet beside him and the detective raised a hand to your nose. Of course, now was when you fell asleep.

His eyes rolled under his eyelides as he rolled over. “Goodnight, Y/N” he murmured, aligning his arm over the curve of your side. “And Merry Christmas..”

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[sydneekomspacekru]

Hide and Seek ~ John Murphy x Fem!Trikru!Reader ~ Part 3

Inspiration: My shifting script lmao...

Summary: When you overhear your sister talking about an attack on the new arrivals called "Skaikru", you feel obligated to warn them. But when they don't believe you, and think that you're there to spy instead, things quickly go south. And you turn to the first person you could find to help you.

Warnings: Language, gore, torture, violence, self harm, smoking, drug use, self harm, really bad flirting, lmk if I missed anything please. (This chapter includes details of torture, please read with caution)

A/n: I literally woke up in a panic because I forgot I posted part 1 and 2🤣 I feel like some of this is not even mediocre at best, but some of it high key felt lke poetry when I was writing it😭

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You had been at the Sky people's camp for nearly a week. You were ordered to stay in their medbay. You felt useless. Everyone waited on you. They brought you food and water, and you were constantly being told to rest. You hated it. Which led you to now, pleading with Clarke to let you hunt.

"I don't know, you're still healing Y/n."

"Clarke I'm useless. I could be so much more productive, I could help you find food. I could help you find the good berries and healing plants."

"Not yet, although you probably could move out and into a tent. We don't have any free ones, you'll have to bunk with someone." Of course. It wasn't like it was a problem, you just didn't want to share with anyone you didn't trust. And right now, that was nearly everyone. You trusted five people out of the nearly one hundred at the "dropship" as they called it.

She must've noticed your hesitation. "You would move to Murphy's tent. He's the only one without a roommate out of your friends."

"You and Octavia are sharing with someone?"

She nodded.

"Okay. When?"

--

You had switched over that night. You had panicked when you realized that you were missing your music and all of your clothes. But Clarke had hidden them away from Bellamy and his minions.

You were putting a sheet over the cot Clarke had given you, doing your best to make it flat. You had even resorted to tying it. You sighed, looking at the wrinkled thing. As good as its gonna get.

You heard the zipper, and continued to try and make up your bed.

"Holy shit!" He yelled as he looked up. You felt exposed now, you were in some cut off sweats that you made into shorts and your oversized shirt. Normally you would be wearing some more pants, but it was harder to get them on with the wounds that covered your legs. "What are you doing in here? I thought you were in medical with Clarke."

"She told me I could move into a tent, and yours was the only one out of my friends that was empty. I'm sorry, I thought you knew." You felt guilty for some reason, you hadn't meant to inconvenience him.

"Uh, you're good. It's fine. I just wish I would've had a little heads up from Clarke, at least." He shrugged, zipping up the tent, and laying down. It was already dark outside, and you were sleepy.

You laid down on the cot, wincing as you tried to find a position that didn't hurt you. He had cut you all over. Everywhere. He wanted to prolong your pain for as long as possible, apparently.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." You had settled for laying on your side, arm tucked to your stomach. It wasn't the most comfortable, but it was the position that hurt the least.

You had been laying there for an hour. You knew that neither of you were asleep. But you just couldn't fall asleep.

"Why are you so nice to me?" You didn't know where it had come from, it just came out of your mouth.

"What?" He sounded groggy, his voice was raspy with sleep.

"You're rude to everyone else here, but you're nice to me." You had noticed that around their camp, he didn't like many people, if any at all.

"You didn't try to kill me." He hadn't moved once during the entirety of your conversation. You sat up, letting out a slight hiss of pain.

"They tried to kill you?" You whispered through the dark.

He let out a dry laugh. "Yeah, I won't tell you what for. You'll be begging Clarke to go back to medical."

"No I won't. Tell me." You put on the voice you used to address the ambassadors. You had to, they tried to treat you like a child and you would prove to them that you weren't by making hard decisions. Even when Lexa couldn't.

"I killed two people." He muttered.

"Oh." Your voice was quiet again. "Why?"

"Doesn't matter. I'll tell you some other time." You had had enough, he'd been talking to you like you couldn't handle yourself the entire time. You kicked the thin blanket off and stood up in half a second, immediately regretting it. Your legs gave out from the pain and you cried out in agony.

You heard Murphy moving and then he was crouching beside you. "What did you do?"

"Don't treat me like a child, Murphy." You kept your voice steady, despite the throbbing sensation in your left calf.

"I'm not, calm down." He put his hands up. "Are you okay?"

"My leg, it hurts." You squeezed your eyes shut. You didn't want to relive it. You pushed down the memories and swallowed the bile in the back of your throat that went with them. You let out a shuddering breath.

He took your leg and tried to look for what could be hurting you. "Jeez," he put the back of his hand over his mouth. "You ripped some stitches. I'll go wake up Clarke."

You shook your head, "If she finds out that I've been out for not even a full day and already ripped open my leg then she'll keep me in your medical center for another month."

"I didn't know grounders kept track of months and stuff like that."

You rolled your eyes. "Of course, we have to know. We have to keep track, otherwise, how would we hunt? How would we know where to hunt, to gather?"

He shrugged. "We still need to get Clarke. You'll bleed out if she doesn't stitch it back up."

"No I won't. It isn't a deep enough wound. You wrap it." You grabbed the cannister of water, and the pant legs that you cut off and handed them to him. "Rinse the wound, then wrap it up tight with the clothes. Make sure to tie it off." He took them from you, hesitating before pouring the water over your leg. You stiffened up, before telling yourself to relax. But that didn't settled the twisting in your stomach.

"Good," you strained. You turned to look at your leg. You had imagined a much bigger gash, this was maybe three inches in length and a quarter of an inch deep at the deepest spot. "Now tie it up, kind of tight. Not all of the stitches came out."

He knotted it up, pulling it tight. Your leg jerked away from him out of reflex. "Sorry." He said, and went to loosen it. You stopped him. "This is good, it will keep it from bleeding too much. I'll get a needle and whatever it was Clarke used to sew me up."

"She stitched you up. Not sewed." He corrected you, trying to mop up the water with the other pant leg.

"What's the difference?" You pulled the blanket up over you, careful not to move too quick.

"Sewed is like clothes, stitched is on a person."

"Oh."

You grabbed your iPod - Jasper had told you, he had seen it in the small collection of things from the ground - and put the music buds in your ears. You turned on your music, and Love Me Do by The Beatles started playing.

You lay there listening to music for about an hour. You were half asleep when you felt a poke on your shoulder. You made yourself still, and react as you normally would as to not tear anymore stitches out. You pulled the music out of your ears and slowly opened your eyes. It was Murphy, and he was sitting by your cot. "Chomouda ste em Yu insist ona waking Ai up every gou Ai laik raun sleep?" You closed your eyes, laying back down.

"What?"

You sighed. "Why is it you insist on waking me up every time I'm close to sleeping?" You barely bothered to talk now, letting yourself relax again.

"You weren't talking, you were laying there like you were dead."

"What were you wanting?" You were close to sleep again, feeling yourself slipping into (hopefully) dreamless sleep.

"I was wanting to learn something in grounder."

You opened your eyes slightly, he looked tired. "Jok yu. I'm sure you'll enjoy that one." You smiled tiredly.

"What is it?"

"Fuck you." He snorted.

"I'm sure I will."

--

You blinked, rubbing your eyes as you turned, groaning. You hated not having the morphine. You had to go see Clarke about it, it was agony not to. But you had to wait until you could get the stuff to stitch yourself back up.

"You snore." You heard a tired voice say.

"Bullshit." You replied, yawning.

"No, it's true. You're sneaky about it though. It's quiet." You shook your head.

"I need to talk to Clarke about getting her to let me go hunting. At least let me show you where to get berries and stuff to eat." You were thinking out loud, not expecting anything in response. Your sister would do the same thing, she would want you to respond though. When you did, you ways gave her good advice, at least you thought you did. Ai mema we yu, sisa. I miss you.

You sighed, easing yourself to your feet, and finding your regular jeans. Jasper had been a big help while you were in their "hospital" he called it. He taught you what everything was "properly" called, not that there was anything wrong with the way you called things. But now the things you had descriptions for, you instead had words for them.

You turned to Murphy, who was still laying on his back, arm over his eyes. "Uhm, Murphy? Is there somewhere I can change? Without people looking at me?"

He sat up, hesitating. "I can just turn around, I won't look, I swear. Or I could just get out for a minute." You shrugged, you felt bad asking him to get out, so you just had him turn around.

You managed to get your shorts off, but when you went to put on your jeans, you found that you couldn't. Whether from the pain of the material against the stitches on your legs, or just from trying to get them on. You decided to just wear the shorts. "Nevermind, I'm sorry."

"You don't have to apologize." He shrugged, then left the tent.

--

You tried to stay in the tent all day, you were going to wait until nightfall to get the things to patch up your leg. But unfortunately, someone just had to tell Clarke they didn't think you were feeling well.

"Y/n," you heard a hesitant voice outside of the half zipped tent. It wasn't any of your friends, you knew they would just barge right in. It was definitely a change of pace, but you loved them. They were living their lives to the fullest, which is what you longed for. But unfortunately, you had to deal with war. And the ambassadors, and ignorant little shits who didn't listen when someone was trying to warn them.

"Enter." You called. You sat up straight and made sure your legs were covered. You might have caught on to some of your sisters habits. Like how you spoke to people less than an acquaintances.

You saw a head of black hair before you saw their face, and you immediately knew who it was. Bellamy. The only person in camp with such unruly, dark hair besides Octavia. Your body tightened up, despite the throbbing pain it had caused.

"What do you want." It wasn't a question so much a demand made through a clenched jaw.

"Clarke needs you." He was standing awkwardly, he didn't want to be here, and it made you happy. You were happy he knew you didn't like him, that you were sickened by the sight of him.

"Why?" You just wanted to call for Octavia, for Jasper or Monty, for Murphy, Clarke, anyone. You wanted him out of your tent. You wanted him gone.

"Ask her." He was aggravated at you, you were being snippy, but that doesn't compare to having you tortured.

You stood up, swallowing the yell that the pain caused. "Yu dula op nou chich op Ai like dei de." You do not speak to me like that.

Apparently, he had gotten better at understanding Trig, but you didn't know where. Octavia had told you about Lincoln, someone much older than yourself. But surely he wasn't in the camp. He had been beat just like you had been. He wouldn't stay unless he had to. Octavia didn't tell you something. "You were the one being snappy with me." He spoke slowly, but he had a certain something in his words that made people listen. You might not have liked him, but you had to admit that he was someone who could capture a crowds attention. Maybe that was why people followed his orders.

"You tortured me, I am allowed to speak to you however I think you deserve."

"It wasn't me that tortured you." He was quick to respond.

"But you gave the order. Now leave me!" You yelled at him now, your voice straining. You knew someone was going to ask about the argument, you just wished it wasn't Clarke. It was an ignorant wish.

He walked towards you, you were scared, but you stood your ground. The adrenaline pumping through your body only heightened the pain, but you relished it. It reminded you that you had lived. That you had beat the monsters that did this to you, nearly. Only one was left. The lone beast in front of you.

He raised his hand slowly, and you were ready to fight. You ran through all of the possibilities, and you were ready to take the first swing. You took a deep breath.

"What the hell are you doing?"

You sighed in relief, you could fight. But you would prefer to not use up any of your strength. You were just starting to regain it, and you wanted to be out of the tent and hunting as soon as possible.

"Aren't you supposed to be out working on the wall, Murphy?" Bellamy asked.

"I heard Y/n yell. What's going on?" Bellamy glanced back at you, and you started to speak, but Bellamy cuts you off.

"Clarke needed her, I came to tell her. Now get back to work."

Murphy walked over to you, ignoring Bellamy's orders. He put his arms on your shoulders. "Are you okay?" You nodded.

"See, your girlfriend's fine." He snapped, and Murphy turned to him.

"She's not-"

"I don't care. Get back to work."

You heard the tent shake as someone else enter. It was Clarke. You audibly sighed, thankful for another one of your friends in here. She was the only one Bellamy would listen to, you hadn't been there very long and you knew that.

"I want you out of my patient's tent Bellamy. Murphy can stay, get someone else to work on the wall." Bellamy opened his mouth to protest, but Clarke cut him off. "Y/n needs him. Get someone else." You felt your face heat up, and Murphy glanced at you.

Bellamy pushed past Clarke, huffing as he left.

"Okay." Clarke said after he left. "What the hell happened?" You sat back down, covering your legs with the thin blanket. Thankfully they weren't stained with blood from your leg. You had wrapped it up pretty well. With everything that just went down, you hoped that she hadn't noticed it.

[the-void-writes]

6, 8, 14, 38, 52, 53, 72

For Will and Dante 👀

[sorry it's so many lol]

You don’t have to apologize for letting me talk about my favorite boys 🤣💖

6. What sense do they most rely on?

Touch is what grounds Dante back in reality, what gives him comfort after years of isolating himself. And Will relies on a different kind of touch, one that he can sense with his powers. He can feel the objects around him through this, and control them to the best of his abilities.

8. What is their favorite fairy tale?

I think Will would love the story of Cinderella, because they both just wanted to be free of their abusive living spaces. And Dante secretly loves Beauty and the Beast, because in that world a monster can still find love.

14. Detail one secret shame your character feels.

Dante’s secret shame is shooting the guy who killed Vani. He was angry and disoriented, and when he came to his senses, he knew that he had acted out of selfishness. He got to see the guy one last time through magic, seeing that the guy survived his wounds and was living with his family. In that moment, he was glad he hadn’t actually killed him, that he hadn’t torn a family apart, but he still carries the guilt with him.

Will’s shame is breaking his father’s arm. In the moment, it was entirely justified. It was self-defense against the man who threw him down the stairs. But when he saw how his sisters and mother looked at him that day, it broke his heart. He truly believed that he had become a monster.

38. What bad habits do they have?

Will pulls his hair when he’s nervous or panicked, which Dante gets him to stop doing by giving him a wristband.

Dante tends to lean into people’s personal space while talking. He doesn’t even notice it until someone brings it up, but he’s trying to be better.

52. What is your character’s worst flaw?

Will is always paranoid about not being enough for people. He easily believes that his new friends will leave him behind, but they’re trying to help him understand that that’s not the case.

Dante tends to push people away unless he sees a semblance of a connection. Gazali made him upset because he got rewarded for his trauma while Dante was doomed to eternity while his fiancé died back on Earth. Seeing Will brought back memories of Vani, which is why Dante allowed him to get closer, getting him to break down his walls for once.

53. What is your character’s greatest strength?

Will is almost entirely selfless. He will throw himself into any fight to save his friends and family, even if it hurts him in the process.

In a similar way, Dante has a passion for restoring justice. He’ll do whatever it takes to make sure everyone has an equal chance to live, love, fight, or whatever they desire.

72. In a Dungeons & Dragons game, which class would your character be? (wizard, fighter, bard, priest, ranger, etc.)

Dante would either be a rogue or a bard, honestly. One reflects his old vigilante side, and the reflects his current powers as an empath, manipulating people through use of emotion. Will is likely a sorcerer, or maybe a Druid if you want to get creative.

[anakinskywalkerog]

(that way by tate mcrae the queen 🙏)

so its a bit weird because hes still got a bit of that staring thing going on? not like before, but i can feel it. the rush of oxytocin i get when i know i wont look back is just 👌👌👌

and im friends with some of his friends and i talk with them... although he dodges conversation with me, hes always there and involved when im around, like, hes watching when im talking/arguing/bantering with his friends and his head turns to me when im answering questions or when someone says my name? like bruh MAKE UP YOUR MIND

and stay fucking loyal to your gf :/

would you believe it if i told you that he told his GIRLFRIEND that i told him i didnt like him?! and his gf is BEST friends with the bitchy friend of mine who told him i liked him last year, and i told him: "those rumours arent true, its because of bad blood with a friend" and he misinterpreted that to be: "bad blood in the (my) friendship group" and my friends got affronted because obviously that looks bad, right?

WTF i was so fkn annoyed at him; you know i dont like you, drop it. dont take it back to your gf, and dont read too much in between the lines.

why do you think he would do that?

and even before that i saw a friend (not v close at all, just like an acquaintance) walk up to him - "hey complicated sad machete boi, guess what? sythe-" i was in a rush so i didnt eavesdrop, but i HEARD her say my name! im sure. and the next day she comes up to me and asks: "so, do you like anyone? really? you dont? because i heard you liked complicated sad machete boi..." BRUH!

and she said HE told her? now, i dont entirely believe that, it could be true, especially if she brought up the convo (i think he told a few of his friends, but not in a dick-y a way, more like "dude, what do you think of this? do you think she likes me?" and they deffo asked who it was. because, well. and also im not exactly the person youd automatically assume would like someone, especially him, so yeah.) i get how it looked, but i hope he realizes it looked the exact same way to me as well 👍

im curious, because i have a very unique name, and its not easily misheard - was she going to tell him she heard i liked him (this is entirely possible, i was not as careful as i should have been, but the three of us are only in one class together; shes not in the other classes i have with him so theres no way she picked up on it by herself. also because in that class i dont look at him, like, ever. its the way that class is.) or ask him if he liked me???

there's so much going on here, i wish i was telepathic and could read minds so i coud just find the truth - i wouldnt care if i replused him, atleast i know THAT for sure, am i right?

but its annoying that hes so indecided. like, its okay if you dont want me or anything, people dont always like each other back. its the way the world works. but dont try to have it both ways; youre trying to date your gf and keep whatever fucking tension is going on between us at the same time! (ngl it put the song "break up with your girlfriend, im bored" make a lot of sense 😂 melanie martinez vibes 👍)

a friend said "maybe he just likes you but doesnt want to admit it" which actually makes a lot of sense, especially seeing as that he has a GIRLFRIEND? bruh.

i tried to soften the blow for him because i posted a story on my snapstory telling a fictional friend i didnt like anyone at all, and he saw that, so he could tell it was coming - im not at fault here!

there was actually a fight going on yesterday (b/w two random girls from our school) and everyone posted those videos (of the fight) to their stories as well - im certain atleast one of his friends had it on, (although we have quite few commons and none of them did, so maybe they didnt) (but he has a different set of friends and hes deffo on someone's priv story where they may have posted it, im the new girl and hes not) but he asked ME?

that felt great 💅 but not because of him 🤣 it was just funny to be the one holding the cards for once!

two friends told me to drop him because he got a buzz cut 😭😂 but it isnt a full on buzz cut but like one those buzz cuts with the sides shaved and the top... grown...? like, you dont shave the top RIP 💀

i have no idea where this is going, but we're definitely going to be still seeing him :/ not in my love life, probably, but in my drama life 🤣

FUCK- ive ranted quite a lot, sos about that 😭

pls dont block me oli 🥺

lol rant away Sythe

i don’t know i don’t think it’s that weird for him to tell his girlfriend about your convo with him…like in most relationships it might be weirder for him not to tell her? bc in the better/healthier relationships you tell your partner most things

it’s possible that maybe he just thinks you’re attractive? maybe he’s looking at you bc he thinks you’re pretty. teenage boy brains make no sense to me and never will, but you gotta remember that if he wanted to date you, he would probably do something to make it happen. but rn it sounds like, even if he does like looking at you, he still wants to be with his gf….so again. idk like tension/feelies with someone can be FUN but also, maybe find a new crush who is single lol (easier said than done)

[xflower-childx]

The end of the best chapter.

I don't know where to start, this chapter has ended so abruptly that it still doesn't feel real. I've truly cried for the first time in a long time. It's brought me such joy, life, and love in a different way. I'm going back to NC a whole new person, that's for sure. I've arranged it in a way that it doesn't feel like I'm backtracking thankfully but... It's still so hard. I've grown to trust and believe in myself in ways I never thought possible, I've fallen in love with myself in way that even I would date me, and I find that funny because it's not in a conceited way or anything, it's just truly seeing the beauty in who I am and how I live my life. I've never felt more free and alive than now. I've basically quit smoking, only socially now, which amuses me because I can actually get high now 😂, I've broken my vegetarianism, I've gained weight that I'm not ashamed of (God I'm so fucking proud of myself with that one). I want to write all the happy memories, and I will but for now I want to feel the pain so I can move forward into the next chapter.

I wish I could say the fall out started this week, but unfortunately I think it started last month with the first flat. I had been stuck in Texas too long already, waiting for my new debit card to come in as someone got my old card number. Meek had mailed it out but it got sent back saying Apollo's address wasn't existent (Which I had just been at his apartment...It existed.) I decided to go down to beach and explore since I was waiting so long, which unfortunately led to a screw getting into my tire, I tried to repair myself but just couldn't get the plug in (insert dirty joke here) thankfully I was at Walmart and could drive over there to have them fix it. They said it wasn't fixable unfortunately and I needed a new one. I accepted that... Along with the fact that I needed two new front tires as they were as bald as my dad's head. So going in hoping for a $20 repair I left $300 more in debt. I continued on my adventures in Galveston and then drove back towards Apollo's.... Gaining ANOTHER flat the next week. I was stressed out of my mind with this one as it was one of the new tires. Not the one tire I didn't replace. I went ahead back to Wally only to find they wouldn't work on my car because it was missing a bolt. I begrungingly drove to Advanced Auto and bought not 1... But four bolts because I was missing one on each tire 🤦‍♀️ turns out when you have wheel locks removed you have to buy new bolts. I was not informed of this. I drove back to walmart and THANKFULLY they could patch it. I was so ecstatic in that moment.

I decided to ditch Houston at that point and head to Austin so I could celebrate my birthday there. It was truly the best birthday, I dedicated it all to what I wanted to do, free Starbucks coffee, Firebirds burrito with free chips and queso and the whole burrito bar and customers singing to me as I waited for my totilla to get warmed up, eating it by the pond at the coolest park with baby ducks swimming about and turtles swimming up begging for food, met this darling little 21 year old, Hunty, who questioned me on my adventures, dreaming of her own, and then went and saw Fantastic beasts at the top of a downtown Austin parking garage. It was fantastic.

I then moved further north into Austin, finding a wonderful little town to work in with great money. I was staying at a Walmart where I met my neighbor for the week, Bob. He worked on a pirate ship in California 🤣 we bonded over that and I found myself to be the only person he liked in Austin, I could tell with his hard exterior he had a soft spot for me, he hated all the vehicle dwellers that were parked near us, which I didn't mind them, but he was such a Virgo 😂🤦‍♀️ everything was going great until my AC stopped blowing cold air unfortunately. I went and bought some freon to recharge it myself, but it said it was full and I needed service maintenance. Ironically as Bob and I were looking into the hood a mechanic drove by asking if everything was okay. We explained the situation and he took a look at it, he informed that the compressor wasn't rotating and he would have to come back with some tools to try and see if he could bring it back to life. I said of course, and he came back an hour later, and did everything he could. Literally... Everything. He said he couldn't fix it and I would need a new part, I inquired on if he could repair and he replied he would be happy to, I informed him I didn't have too much money and he was fine with that and he would look for a new part that night that wouldn't be too expensive.

Turns out he never looked, I waited two days with no AC, two dogs in 90° weather, texting him with no response. The third day I called and asked him about it, he had me call him back 5 times because he was busy everytime he called. The fifth time he said he would come back out to the Walmart within 5-10 Minutes to meet me, and discuss price, I agreed. I waited an hour and he didn't show. I called a 6th time, he said he was on his and should only be 5 minutes. 30 minutes later he showed up. I had a bad feeling about him at this point. We discussed a part and price, it was something I could actually pay thankfully, much cheaper than any mechanic around. He ordered the part with his own money, and I would pay him back when it came in. He must have read my energy towards him and insisted I would pay him back immediately, I told him he would get paid the day he worked on it. He tried to pull dominant male energy on me... Which I don't fuck with and if you know me, you know that for sure, so he got some attitude from me 🤣.

I had a bad feeling after that though. It rained the next, making it a bit cooler thankfully, I stayed in my Wally spot watching old Disney shows that brought in a lot of nostalgia. The day after I was angry, and depressed, It was 90 and I was still feeling uneasy about Rick the dick mechanic. Bob noticed my mood and offered to get me a shower with his LA fitness pass. It was glorious. when you go weeks without a shower and live off of baby wipes and water bottle shower, any shower is glorious honestly.

I spoke with Ari after and boosted my mood too, she always does. She's truly the most amazing friend I've ever had and I don't know where I would be without her at this point. She gave a few suggestions on how else to get my ac fixed. I was planning on going to Colorado after Texas to then lead up to Ohio for the music festival we're going to in June. So she suggested that I get it fixed in Colorado instead. This led to me calling a mechanic in Colorado who was very kind and suggested that I honestly don't get it fixed in Colorado as the cost of living is so high it would be even more expensive than Texas. That honestly made sense and I figured that anyways but he gave me more insight about how I needed the part repaired anyways. After that I talked with my mother and father and they suggested that I just go up to Ohio as we have a lot of family friends there that are mechanics and my dad would start reaching out to them as I traveled up there.

That seems like the best option. So I decided to take that. At this point Rick the dick mechanic called me a few times to inform me the part had come in, each time I was already on the phone with my mother so I didn't answer. He then messaged me later that night threatening to return the part because I didn't answer his phone calls, I replied saying that I found him to be incredibly unprofessional and he had poor communication skills so he lost my business and that he should probably get better at his communication skills and professionalism if he ever wanted to have a good business. (Honestly...don't fuck with a Taurus. We know how to rip you to shreds.) I then blocked him, made dog food, and bid my farewells to Bob and hit the road at night to Ohio. I made it 5 hours and slept at a rest area around 2 Am.

The next morning I left around 11, not knowing this was the beginning of the end. As I was driving my RPM kept skyrocketing. I took a video sending it to my parents and sister asking them about it, I knew something was seriously wrong and deep down I knew what it was, I just really didn't want to believe it.... But they said what I didn't want to hear.

Transmission. The most expensive thing to go wrong.

I pulled off in the middle of bumfuck to gather myself and figure out the next step knowing it wasn't safe to keep going forward. Of course where I pulled off there was nothing around except a Lowe's distribution center, not even a real Lowe's. I looked up the closest Walmart, knowing that if I was stuck for a few days being that it was the weekend, I would at least be somewhere I could park and have access to a bathroom, AC, and basic necessities if need be. The closest one was 15 minutes away so I went for it. The highway was rough but not the worst part, I had to drive 40 so my car wouldn't overheat, pissing off other drivers, then as I pulled off the exit to Wally I noticed my car was NOT happy with me breaking, and would start to shit down on me so I immediately pulled into a gas station next to a Goodwill, trying to let my car cool down. I was 7 minutes from the Walmart at this point. Parking at the goodwill I decided to go pee, but it turns out they didn't have a bathroom so I had to go to the gas station.

Okay so this gas station deserves a paragraph in and of itself. I walk in and there are so many knick knacks scattered around that were so incredibly odd from skeletons to Jesus, the grim reaper, to cowboys. It also smelled like fried chicken. I find the bathroom and the doors are painted cowgirl for the ladies and cowboy for the men, literally cowboys and cowgirls painted on the door. I go into the cowgirls and I'm met with a huge mural of a unicorn, the stalls with pixies painted... Yes, pixies sitting on moons painted on it, and Jesus crosses. I get into a stall and saw some dirty slang written everywhere, and typical shit you would read in a shitty gas station bathroom, chuckling to myself as I read it all. After doing my business and washing my hands I go to leave, coming face to face with another ginormous unicorn mural painted on the door. Truly a unique gas station experience.

As I'm walking back to my car I look to my right and I see... A mechanic working on a car at an AC and transmission shop. I literally wanted to cry then and there because when I googled for mechanic all of them are closed, and there they were. Open and working in the same parking lot as me. I do want to take a moment to mention that when my car decided to stop moving the milage was at 111111 miles, and at that point I knew the universe was trying to tell me that this was all absolutely happening for a reason so I was staying calm and trusting the universe.

I went over there and asked if they could take a look at my car and they said that they would, was able to get my vehicle over there and they took a look at it and drove it around and confirmed it was in fact the transmission and it was going to be a $4,000 repair. At this point I owe just above $4,000 on paying my car off and knew it was not worth the time and effort of having it fixed on top of the fact that also my AC was shot.

I thanked them for taking the time to look and said that obviously I wasn't going to be able to do that and they knew that I wasn't going to. Said I was just going to go to the Walmart and figure out my next steps from there, the gentleman that was looking at my car, gave me directions that I didn't need... Because GPS... Then invited me to call him if I was bored while I waited to get back home 🙄🙄🙄 I will take this moment to point out he had by far the nastiest teeth I've ever seen in my life and he worked at a repair shop in the middle of bumfuck.

I laughed awkwardly and said I was good I'm more focused on getting home obviously, immediately got in my car praying to anyone who could hear me to let my car work so I didn't have to stay there in the sketchiest area around. Thankfully it did and I was able to make it 5 minutes away before I had to pull over into another gas station because my car didn't want to make it the final 3 minutes to Walmart. So I sat in that gas station which was not creepy thankfully, with two hot, crying, bored dogs, calling every number in the book that I could to figure out what to do next. Along with my parents doing research from Florida trying to figure out what I could do. After a couple hours of waiting I decided to try and make it to Walmart again.

I made it 2 minutes before I had to stop for a red light and had my car starting to stop in the middle of a turning lane, and at that point I was laying on the gas to get it to go again and pull into the Walmart parking lot, it was so close to stopping in the middle of the lane, but thankfully the parking lot had a little Hill down and my car just rolled down that tiny hill and I was able to just roll into a spot.

And I have not left that spot since.

My parents are going to be leaving tomorrow morning to drive up to me so that way we can attach a U-Haul front wheel dolly to their car and they are going to tow me back to North Carolina. We discovered it was going to be about $1,000 for me to rent a truck and Dolly myself so at least with this they can cut the cost and visit my moms cousin as well.

It'll be a few days but I am so ready to be done with Texas, get back to my best friend in the tiniest no traffic light town, single stop sign town with some of the best people I've met, live in the bus for a couple months and work at the general store so I can get a new car to get back out on the road.

It a blessing in disguise, I know that. It sad, but you know it's been such an amazing chapter when you're heartbroken because it ended.

But honestly, get me the fuck out of Texas.

Also the couple in the truck right next to me are having sex. They pulled up with her giving him a blowie in the driver's seat and then moved to the back. 😵‍💫

[theshelbyslimited]

I’m finally doing my commentary for this update, I know I’m not necessarily late but I put so much pressure on myself to give love to y’all as soon as you’ve posted new updates. I’m finally here now though so look forward to my rambling ❤️✨

“Most of the people there for Esmeralda were present either due to guilt, concern or remorse but love glittered from some corners of the room as well.” I do love how abundantly loved + cared for Esmeralda is, even if some of it is just out of guilt or remorse from certain ppl.

“She has a big heart but what you people did to her, abandoning her like that…” I do love the way Polly stands up for Esmeralda. she really is like a daughter to her and I truly adore this relationship of theirs.

“I don’t know if I am ready to forgive you yet…” “But what I do know is that if you hurt my blood sister, in any fucking way, even the tiniest bit, you’ll face the worst of my wrath.” YES,ESME MA’AM, I LOVE YOUUU!!!

“I miss him too. He went a little too soon…” a little too soon is MOST DEFINITELY an understatement 😭😭😭

“Looks like it’s just you and me brother, just you and me…” “And me!” I love Polly just eavesdropping their conversation and reminding them that SHE IS THERE TOO. Oh if only 🥺

“He understands me, and I understand him. We did not plan anything… But then he just grew on me like a fucking rash!” I LOVE THIS SO MUCH THOUGH. I also love the way you phrased this bc Bonnie rly does seem like someone that just grows on you w/o you even really noticing it until you’re already stuck w him 🤣🥺

“Yes, I decided to help her at the last moment, watching all the effort she was putting in. You’re all John’s family in the end and he would’ve done everything in his hands if he’d had the chance too so…” LOVE YOU ESME ❤️❤️❤️

“I’m here little angel, I’m here. It’s okay now, It’s fine…” I will forever love the adorable relationship Esmeralda has with Charlie 🥺

“Marry me and I’ll let the kid go.” Oh Luca, amore mio, YOU ARE ACTUAL SCUM.

“Yeah he has. You are to marry me as soon as we get rid of the Shelbys…” PLEASE I HATE ABERAMA SO DAMN MUCH IN THIS STORY. the way he treats Esmeralda as if she is just some pawn to use for his own benefit 😡

“She reminds me of mother. The pain and sorrow she resents so much is her true power now. And god knows if she embraces it…” THE POWER THAT MISS ESMERALDA POSSESES, WE LOVE THAT FOR HER 🙌🏾👑 turn all that pain and misery into your strength!!!

“They are my kids Pol! Not John’s or Bonnie’s but mine. They never were a burden on me nor shall they ever be.” GOD I AM LOVING ALL THE ESME THIS CHAPTER ❤️🙌🏾

“The bloody cloths were from last night but the shirt was unbuttoned which showed his bandaged torso. His face had bruises dusted all over it and his eyes seemed tired, as if he hadn’t slept at all.” No but the way this Tommy would be so goddamn beautiful, regardless of all the bruises and eyebags 🥺 this man can make absolutely any look so damn hot.

“There is no purpose of my existence. There never was and never will be. I was result of a sin committed by my father, my mother died because of me and then the ridicule I brought to my family name…” ESMERALDA MY LOVE. NO ☹ I do understand her perspective but it’s still sad to think she believes that her existence has no purpose.

“Have you seen Charlie’s family Esmeralda? Do any of us seem sane to you?” NO BUT THIS MADE ME LAUGH BC HE’S SO DAMN RIGHT 🤣

“I am not an easy person to live with, I know that But I want you to be a part of our lives Esmeralda. But I would understand if you say no…”  I COULD SCREAAMMM!!!!!

“Why would I? I am traumatized, lost my mind and recently murdered a number of people! As you said, I’d fit right in the family!” I love a girl who can joke about her own trauma bc that really is the only way I cope with it too 🤣

MY BABIES ARE GETTING MARRIED!!! I CANNOT WAIT FOR THE WEDDING. Here’s hoping it goes down without a single hitch. Amazing chapter as always and I absolutely adore the way you include characters like Esme, Bonnie + Polly abundantly in this story. their individual relationships with Esmeralda make my heart absolutely burst and I am just so in love w this story. thank you for your hard work angel ❤️✨

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Chapter 17: The Plan

Warnings: Angst, tense situations, mention of past trauma, unwanted physical affection 

This fic might have dark themes which may irritate or offend some readers. But if you’ve seen Peaky Blinders and are familiar with Thomas Shelby, you’ll be okay. The story, plot, character histories and back stories might not be relevant to the original “Peaky Blinders” . Warnings will change per chapter. This is my first fic. Hope you all like it. English is not my first language.

A/N: I apologize for posting this almost four days later than the committed time.😬 This one took me a while to write.😅 To make up for it the chapter is twice as long. Basically two chapters in one. 😉😘💙Hope you all will like it. 😊

Do not hesitate to comment, reblog and engage. 😁 It works as fuel for my writing. 😉💙💙

Synopsis: Her father’s one mistake shall alter her life’s direction forever.

Word count: 4639

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[destinyc1020]

“This was how they were behind closed doors all the time!” I hear you and I’ve always been someone who believed this as well, but lately I’ve been wondering, “What if this clinginess is an (indirect) result of the breakup?” Not in a bad way but I like to think that the lessons of V1 and being broken up for well over a year (with new relationships in the middle) gave them space and time to reevaluate everything and, though it’s beautiful to think “Oh this is how they’ve always been”, it’s also kinda cool to think “This is what they’ve always wanted to be and knew they could be and they finally get to do it now.” Like the separation and the falling in love again (not that they ever stopped loving each other) brought stronger feelings. I truly think this that we are witnessing is V1 on crack. Like worse (better) than ever. Am I making sense?? I really would love to know (and I’ll never know) if this is just how it was behind closed doors all those years back or if the people around them now are like “FFS this is worse than ever, they’ve weren’t this into each other back then, as much as they loved one another” Just thoughts.

I understand what you're trying to say Anon, but I do 1000% believe this was just how they were behind closed doors, we just never were privy to it because they didn't want us to be. They wanted to keep their relationship private and special btwn the two of them. I just think they went a wee bit overboard on the process lol. 😅

Plus, I don't consider their behavior "clinginess" at all.... (huh??🥴) I just think they're madly in love with each other, not just in a romantic sense, but also on a deep FRIENDSHIP sense (which is the strongest love combination of all if you ask me 🤷🏾‍♀️), and they're just simply behaving like a normal couple while out in public lol. 😆 😂

But yea, you don't date, regularly are intimate with someone, and are madly in love with that person for YEARS without having a bunch of PDA and intimate moments with them behind closed doors. 😏 Just because WE never saw them engaging in that out in the open, it doesn't mean that they weren't like this behind closed doors lol. 😂

So I firmly believe they were like this the entire time, we just never were given the opportunity to see it. Remember how that French interview leaked that they were holding hands during one HOCO interview? And that was years ago back in 2017 when their relationship was barely a year old lol. 😅

With that said, I definitely agree with you that the fact that they are no longer hiding obsessively in public, and are just "going with the flow" now days has only DEEPENED their love for each other even more. And usually, time tends to make people love each other even MORE, because now there's so much history there.

A married couple loves each other very much when they get married on their wedding day, but it doesn't even being to compare to the love a stable, happy, older married couple that's been married for 35+ years feels for each other. They've been through ups and downs, they've probably had kids together, they've seen the times when they've been there for each other, etc. Their love has only grown in time. ❤🥰

But yea, I don't for one bit moment feel that Tom and Zendaya are JUST NOW engaging in physical displays of affection for each other because they got caught last July lol 😆 😂 Are you kidding me? 🤣

Their physical affection for each other may not have been PUBLIC during the 1.0 era, but they have been like this the whole entire time. Trust and believe lol 😆

Just watch that bts kiss for FFH lol 😆 😂 That should tell you everything you need to know lol.