#even just now i woke up from a nap and there it is

[throwdownyourheart]

Y’all’re missing out by not including the entire post.

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I just blacked out and ate a whole rotisserie chicken and got hard because of it. Is that normal on T?

Hey guys!!! I'll be 1 month on t on the 16th! Wahoo!

I hadn't feel much different except for my dick who has been screaming at me from my pants 24/7 like a dog wailing from a crate under its master's bed. It's fun ngl, i wish purchsasing sex toys from overseas wasnt illegal because MAN am i busy taking care of that. Lmao. lol even.

Anyways! today I woke up with a slight feeling that I had cotton in my troath and my voice felt like it was vibrating (if that makes sense). I wondered if I had catched something in college but no? I feel fine? Just hot like how that Jacob guy was feeling in New Moon (2009).

But my main issue (or only issue really) is that I went to take a nap and when I woke up I was FAMISHED for chicken. ABSOLUTELY RAVENOUS FOR A BIRD. Bro!!! I dont even rmemeber going to the chicken place; I just remembered opening the door, a flash forward to me in the chicken place and then BOOM: Me in my hammoc surrounded by chicken bones and empty honey packets (chicken with honey>>>).

(Nsfw) Also, at some point between the chicken juices dribbling down my chin and my face being stuffed with chicken breast bitten straight from the carcass I got smSO hard about it. And I don't even know if it was the way I was eating the chicken (tho i admit i was going ham on that thing), the fact that I was satisfying my chicken needs or because of the taste alone? I feel like a pervert in the best way but also in a slightly confused way, I've gotten turned on by innocuous shit in the past like someone showing me a new song but never slurping chicken????

Now I feel kinda bad by the way I judged teenage boys in my youth. Man, if I knew they were going feral over the smallest pleasures in life I would have given them more grace. I thought I knew sexual drive until I got on T and the satisfaction of cleaning my house got me railed up. My bad teenage boys, yall didn't make empathy easy but I should have persevered. (Nsfw)

Bacteria to the chicken.

Is this normal? This all consuming hunger? Is it because of the hormones??? I felt like I was a vampire in a frenzy but instead of sucking the life force off of a virgin I was sucking chicken bones it was WACK.

And if this animalistic chicken eating episodes are normal, when do they stop? Lord know I don't have chicken-once-a-week money so this better get under control FAST.

Also. The way people talk about hormone changes I thought it would be gradual, not a bunch of nothing followed by puberty hitting you like a brick to the dick, would have loved a heads up lmao.

EDIT: WHY THE FUCK WAS I FLASH-BANGED BY MY OWN POST ON TWITTER DOT COM

[riovidql]

i thought that i was dreaming when you said you loved me — AGATHARIO

“Honey, I’m home!” Rio said as she walked through the door, getting out of her shoes and losing her coat. “God, you will not believe the day I had. I swear, one of these days it will be proven that stupidity can kill. Then I will finally have pea- Agatha…?” She stops, because Agatha is nowhere to be seen, or felt, for that matter. What the fuck?

“Uhm, Agatha? Scratchy?” She shouts. No answer. Fuck. “Fuck, did I walk into the wrong apartment again?” But then a little ball of fur comes running down the hall, stopping precisely in front of her. She kneels down. “Hey, bunny. Where’s your mama?” She, funny enough, scratches behind Scratchy’s ear as she picks him up. He looks like he knows, but won’t tell. Well, of course he won’t tell me where she is, he can’t talk.

“Okay… Scavenger hunt it is then. And you,” she looks directly into his eyes. “Are coming with me. Agatha won’t murder, burn, bite or whatever she’s… We’re… Uhm. She behaves when you’re around! You’re my shield, is what I’m saying. Don’t look at me like that.”

“Agathaaa! Where the fuck are you?”

She looked everywhere. Even under the rugs. A woman could never be too safe. And honestly, it’s Agatha. And Rio could, obviously, try her phone. But one thing about Agatha Harkness is she absolutely, completely, despises phones. And technology over all; (some will say it’s because she doesn’t know how to use it, she will deny profusely, she just is above it).

Rio was tired. She had a long ass day at work, and she needed sleep, and no one could argue she did not look for her wife, Señor Scratchy was witness. Though that rabbit always chose her wife’s side anyway. Useless, traitor bunny. But she did send her a text, though.

As she laid down on the couch, with the little pet comfortably under her chin and the low, background noise of the TV, she dozed off. She wouldn’t know what time that actually happened or how long she was napping for… People were taking longer to get to the fucking point, traffic was ass, the elevator was broken so she had to take the stairs, and this nosy neighbor stopped her for unsolicited advice, boring gossip. And she still had to go look for Agatha. If you asked Rio, she would say that day had approximately 87 hours. And counting.

And as if it couldn’t get worse, she woke up from her sleep with a killer headache. National Fuck Rio Vidal Day, fuck me. ‘Did Agatha at least get home?’ was her second thought, but as she was regaining her consciousness and taking in her surroundings, the smell caught her senses. “What the fuck?” It smelled like…? Chicken? And bechamel sauce? And was that Agatha moving a spoon on a pan? Wait. Was Agatha cooking? Just for how long, exactly, had she been out for and did she or did she not mistakenly alternate realities? “What the fuck.” She says a little more loud this time, making Agatha look over her shoulder with a smirk.

“I thought you were dead.”

“And then you decided to cook? Aren’t you just the most romantic thing in the world.” Rio scoffs.

“Unfortunately, I was wrong.”

“Charmer.” Then Rio remembers. “Where the fuck were you? And why didn’t you call, or text? Or left a fucking note stuck on Scratchy?”

“Out.”

“Out? That’s all you have to say after disappearing for hours and making me turn and toss and destroy this apartment looking for you?” Rio crosses her arms, mildly annoyed by her wife’s nonchalant responses.

“It didn’t look like you were turning and tossing and destroying this apartment when I got here.” Agatha was smiling big now and oh, Rio fucking despised her. Fuck Agatha, was what she was going to do later.

“Fine!” She rolls her eyes, lying down on the couch again. “Just be quiet. Someone decided it was a good idea to play drums inside my head.” And just like that, she dozed off again.

When she rose, it was to a glass of water and two ibuprofens placed on the coffee table in front of her, which she gratefully took. Maybe she didn’t really despise Agatha. Or maybe the water was poisoned. Either way, she looked around and she saw that her wife was on a stool leaning over their countertop, her back facing Rio as her body looked like it was focused. Was Agatha writing hate letters to Jen, again? Standing quietly, she made her way to her wife, not wanting to startle her. Fine, she didn’t want to make Agatha aware she was snooping around her business.

That was when she saw it. Agatha was drawing. Drawing plants, elaborate ones. The pages on display had four different kind of greens, each one with their own description and functionality, all painted and shadowed, except for the one she was just starting to work on. Rio was actually, maybe for the first time in her life, stunned. Well, except for when Agatha climbed on top of her in bed and-

What was even weirder was that Agatha was so focused on her task that she didn’t even notice Rio lurking behind her. Or that Rio was actually shedding real, big ass tears. Cry baby. “What is that?” She finally spoke, which she wished she didn’t ‘cause now there was a hand coming to slap her and Rio was caught off guard and there was no way she could react fast enough to dodge a very loud, and painful, slap on her face. “Are you fucking crazy?” She shouted after a few moments.

“If you didn’t stand there like a freak for God knows how long and scared the shit out of me, all of this could’ve been avoided.” Agatha continued to draw.

“And somehow it’s my fault.” Rio wasn’t finding the situation cute anymore.

“Yeah, it is. Good girl.” You could hear the smirk in her voice.

“Oh, fuck off.” She continued lurking. “What are you doing.”

Agatha actually blushed. “What I was doing was dinner, but somebody decided to sleep. Again.”

“Quit stalling, Agatha. What is this?”

“I’ve found a hobby.” She said simply.

“You’ve found a hobby? And it has something to do with plants? The very same thing you tease me about every single day and call me a nerd for?”

“Just wanted to know what the hype was all about. So I’ve been taking a few classes, going to some lectures, you know how it is.” Rio has no idea how it is.

“About plants?” She deadpans.

“Obviously.”

“Right.”

Agatha turns to look at Rio and says, “Dinner is ready.”

Rio is speechless, dumbfounded, stunned (again), blabla. What the fuck was wrong with her wife? Maybe she shouldn’t have got up today.

“Wait a minute.” She grabs Agatha’s arm as she stands. “You? Made dinner? And it smelled good? And we’re still alive?” Rio wasn’t so sure about the last part.

“Sue me for wanting to make something nice for my wife?”

Huh. “Am I missing something here?”

“God, Rio. You’re so annoying. I fucking made you dinner ‘cause class ran late and traffic was awful and I got here after you and felt bad. And your ass was sleeping so infuriatingly cutely with Scratchy, and you looked so tired. I am taking botany classes and going to approximately a million lectures a week about plants because you do so much for me and I just wanted to show you that I care too. Was that what you wanted to hear?” Agatha made her best to look annoyed, but Rio knew her and could see just the tiniest spark of insecurity in her eyes. She pretended she didn’t see. Or she would be feet deep buried.

“My love.” Rio said weakly. God, she loved, hated, her wife. Agatha eyes softened at the two words.

“Can I go back to my drawing now?” Leave it to Agatha to run from any type of emotional moment. Even after years married. This bitch.

“Ah yes, and you’re gonna tell me all about those classes of yours. How long have you been keeping this from me? And what is up with that draw game. I did not know you had it in you.”

“I have very skilled hands, I think you of all people would know that.” Agatha winked at her. Show off.

“Debatable.” Then Rio started running for her life. This time she had a good reaction time.

HEY! i just love these witches so much it really got me back to writing after YEARS. if anyone see this, i hope u enjoy it :)

[joelmillerpascal]

Your Valentine 💝

summary: Pedro has been acting strange, but he gives you a surprise for Valentines Day which leads you to spend the night at his apartment.

P.S. I am no good at summaries.

warnings: Pedro acts strange, unprotected sex, oral sex (f receiving), (innocence kink, pet names, fluff.

WC: 2301

February 2024

You and Pedro have been seeing each other for about 6 months now. The both of you have been keeping it a secret because of his publicity and because you are simply new to the life Pedro lives, not even your family know about him but you aren't not going to tell your sister because she is a huge Pedro fan. He has shown you enough love and affection to prove your relationship is not ending any time soon. You're both really happy with each other.

Pedro has been spending nearly every night at your place. You haven't been inside his place yet. He says it's because he's having new stuff done to the apartment, new renovating, but the way he's been acting lately, I don't know what's up with him.

♡♡♡

Tuesday 13th February

You were walking the streets of New York, taking in the loving air that just brings a smile to my face every time I step out the door. You were on your way to the grocery store because you only have little bits in the cupboards and fridge. You stepped in, and the smell of fresh meat and vegetables caught through your nose. You smiled wider, and you continued walking down one of the vegetables sections when you got a text from Pedro

Pedro

Hey baby, don't make any plans for tomorrow night. I have something planned for us

You

What are you up to now, babe?

Pedro

Nothing, just don't make any plans for tomorrow, okay? I love you

You

Okay, I'm trusting you with whatever you have planned in the adorable brain of you. I love you too

You put your phone back in your handbag to continue your shopping. Your brain kept on guessing what the hell was going on with him. He's been acting strange for a couple of weeks now, and it's starting to freak me out.

After you get home, you pack away the groceries, and you go over to relax on the couch. You turn on the TV flicking to any random channel. You end up falling asleep for the next few hours. You are woken up by your phone ringing, you go to check, and it is your sister Mandy,

"Hey, big sis, are you doing anything right now?" She asks

"No, not right now, you just kinda woke me up from my nap," you say, yawning

"I'm sorry, but I need you right now. I just broke up with my boyfriend"

"Are you kidding me a day before Valentines Day?" You say angrily

"Yes, he say said he doesn't love me anymore, and his words were 'What's the point celebrating V-Day if I'm with someone I don't love'. Please, I need you, sister. I have nowhere else to go." She says sobbing 

"Well, I guess you can stay with me," you say with a calm sigh

"Thank you so much, sis. I will see you soon" she says before she hung up the phone.

A couple of hours later, your sister Mandy shows up with a two big bag, you let her in she's sobbing telling you everything about how she thought they were happy and then he turns everything upside down. You were about to say something back to her when you heard a knock on the door. You tell your Mandy to wait while you go to answer the door. You open the door to find Pedro stood there, you shout to your sister that you will be right back

"Hey baby, are you okay?" He asked, giving you a kiss

"Hey, and yeah, I'm fine. I'm just right nows not a good time." You say hugging him

"Why, what's wrong?" He asks

"I have my sister inside, and she just broke up with her boyfriend, a day before Valentines. Seriously, can you believe that?"

"Oh my god, that's the worst time to break up with somebody. How is she now?"

"She's okay, I had her crying on my shoulder for the past hour. But seriously, Pedro, I'd let you in, but she's kind of a huge fan of yours, and she's doing know about us, you know"

"How's about this, I come in and say hi, if like you said, she's a big fan, and it will probably put a smile on her face," he says, smiling.

You think for a second because you don't want your sister bugging him with question and being all over him. After a few minutes, you hold your one finger up to say 'give me a moment' before walking back into the living space. Your sister looks about you weird while drying her eyes

"Mandy, I have somebody for you to meet. But you got to promise not to freak out, okay? "

"Okay" she says rubbing her face

"Okay, wait here"

You walk back out the door, grab pedro's hand, and walk him inside. You don't know how your sister will react. You've never seen her crazy for someone she's a fan of. You both walk into the living space

"Mandy, I would like you to meet my boyfriend," you say. Her eyes flick to Pedro's, and she instantly recognises him

"Oh my God!, is this a joke? He's really your boyfriend, " she says, excitingly, like all her troubles have disappeared

"It's nice to meet you, Mandy." Pedro says to her, holding out his hand. Instead of shaking his hand, she instantly goes in for a hug, hugging him tightly as tears appear in her eyes again, but this time, happy tears. When she lets go, she instantly apologizes for it

"I'm so sorry for hugging you, I mean, you are the Pedro Pascal," she says, sniffling, trying to try her eyes

"No apology needed, your sister told me you're a big fan and that you were going through a tough time, and I just wanted to say hi and see how you were doing," he says rubbing her arm

"This is the best day of my life. Seriously, I loved you in Game Of Thrones, Narcos, The Last Of Us, and damn many more stuff, " she says, smiling

"I appreciate it, Mandy, I hope you're ready for the second season of The Last Of Us in April," he chuckled

"Totally," she says

After talking for hours, Pedro says he's got to go because of an early start tomorrow because of rehearing for SNL, he tell you he loves you and he will see you tomorrow night

♡♡♡

Valentines Day / evening

Pedro invited you and your sister to the 50th SNL homecoming as well as his sister Javiera.

The four of you walk to the homecoming concert, pedro wants the Valentines Day party to be the best thing of your life and it definitely will.

You and Pedro walk hand in hand to find your spot before the show starts, he wraps his arm around your shoulders and kiss the top of your head, your sister Mandy is next to Javiera. You all wait for the show to start

"Sorry it's no romantic dinner but I thought this would be better" he whispered in your ear

"It's still romantic because I'm with you" you say kissing his cheek

"And I also thought tonight would be the best night to reveal our relationship" he kisses you back "because at some point tonight one of the cameras will be showing us on that screen over there" he pointed to the screen off the side of the big space in SNL

"Oh my god I hate looking at my self"

"Why your too gorgeous not to look at yourself" he wraps his arms around your waist resting his chin on your shoulder

"No I just hate looking at myself" you say hiding your face

"From my view your beautiful baby"

In the middle of the show where you could see Miley Cyrus started to sing Crazy Little Thing Called Love, you and Pedro started dancing, swaying he had his hands on your hips, gripping you as he brushed against you. Pedro started to sing the lyrics in your ear just as a camera got a few seconds shot of you both

"Smile for camera mi amor" his hand comes to your cheek as he kisses you on the lips "just that shot everyone knows I'm yours now. Happy Valentines day baby"

The show was just finishing as you and Pedro hug. You both were heading out to walk back home, Javiera went her own way so Mandy walked back with us

"Come back to my place with me babe, still need to finish the night with just the two of us" he says in your ear

"Okay I'd love to finally see your place" you say kissing his lips "Mandy are you okay to stay at my place on your own?"

"Of course I've already ruined your Valentines enough by not letting you both be my yourselfs" she says hugging you

"You haven't ruined anything Mandy, your going through something rough so I wanted to make sure your valentines day was good too" he says hugging her. He gave her a peck on the cheek

"Thank you so much Pedro" she says

"You're welcome cariño"

♡♡♡

You both walk into the apartment you walk around admiring the kitchen to the living space it was beautiful. You sat down on his couch as he got two glasses and a bottle of wine, he poured you a glass and then himself one

"Happy Valentines Day mi amor" you both clinked your glasses together "I love you"

"I love you too Babe" you both finished your glasses. You both stare at each other smiling

"I think we should take ourselves to my bedroom because I want to rip this dress off your body, I want to give you a Valentine fuck" he says rubbing your thighs

"Oh I don't know about that one papi, if your bed is comfortable I might be asleep in seconds" you say moving to sit in his lap

"I'll make sure your on top then" he picks you up, both start kissing all the way to his bedroom, he sits you on the bed as he started to unbutton his shirt, you start with his belt, unbuckling it

"God your still pretty as ever" you say to his cock before you kiss the tip, and then flicking your tongue on the tip

"Oh my god baby you know it makes me want to cum hard if you do that to the tip" he says in moan. You pull away take off your dress, he places you in the middle of the bed

As you laid there nearly falling asleep you soon shot back up when you felt Pedro shove two fingers deep inside your pussy, his thumb rubbing your clit. He was grinning as he came up to kiss you

"I'm just preparing you baby. Cum on my fingers come on" he fingers picking up the pace curling inside you. You arch your back, scrunching your face

"Oh god P-pedro, just give me your cock already" you moan

" I want you to cum on my fingers first cariño. You cum and I'll fuck you deep. Deal" he says resting his forehead against yours "such a pretty, aweet pussy"

After ten minutes you cum on his fingers screaming his name. He takes his fingers out and puts then in his mouth

"Fuck, you taste so beautiful" he says

"Can I have your cock now?" He nods as he placed himself inside of you "fuck me daddy"

"Come on hermosa"

He started pounding into you, slamming his hips, the sound of skins slapping and panting it was getting too much, to Pedro he could go for hours.

After what felt like hours Pedro could feel you tightening, squeezing around him "babe I'm gonna cum!"

"Come on, baby cum on me. After you can milk me dry" he started rubbing your clit with his thumb after 5 minutes you come on his cock

"Holy shit. God I love you" you moaned

"Yo también te amo bebé. ahora es mi turno" ( I love you too baby. now it's my turn )

"Come on daddy, cum in me. Fill me up nice and deep" you grab his face to kiss him deeply, sucking the air from his mouth

"Baby I'm gonna...hmm I'm gonna cum." You moved your hands down his body, squeezing his ass, pressing him deeper inside you.

After a few minutes he came deep inside of you pressing deeper, "baby I will you move in with me?"

"Pedro do you even know what your saying, your all cummed out, your not thinking"

"You heard me loud and clear baby I want you to move in, I want to wake up next to you for the rest of my life"

"Okay" you say

"You will?" His eyes wide you nodded

"Of course I will papi" 

He pulled his soft cock out

"Happy Valentines Day baby. I love you"

"I love you too babe"

You both lay there in bed staring at each other, Pedro's phone started ding every 5 minutes, he gets his phone and looks at all his fans tagging Pedro in post's "See we are officially out there baby."

Pedro fell asleep with you in his arms and in his bed, or should you say both of your bed now.

(This fic was a last-minute idea to write, I know V-Day has gone now, but here's the fic anyways)

[colorfullyminded]

Talking with a friend about Hunter!Wirt (Pinescone Addition)

@vacz told me to tag them, so here we go. These are some of the more innocent things we talked about-- thank you @xovera-toz for listening to my rambles as usual.

• Not gonna lie-- Dipper matches his freak. Like that boy is curious, pen at the ready, new journal to jot down all the data about Hunter!Wirt and the unknown. Wirt is a little flattered to be the sole subject of a journal, and tends to find himself curled up near Dipper, looking over his shoulder, or head in lap as Dipper writes his daily findings.

•Some of the things Dipper has noted. "Has a habit of Biting. Painful, but also followed by apology licking/grooming. I'm embarrassed to admit I enjoy this more than I should" "Is possessive-- but I once put a hit on a man, so I'm not one to talk" This one was directly from @xovera-toz: Wirt's nonexistent tail wagging because he saw Dipper writing "affectionate" in his journal page

"Watership Down/Monty Python Bunny. Looks innocent/is feral underneath... but also Looks Dangerous/Is Shy and Sweet underneath."

"He's a Freak :heartpulse: :heart: :two_hearts:"

"Very nice to snuggle With-- though tends to not let me leave once he's comfortable" "Scared of abandonment and rejection. Will take a lot of time and patience and trust to work through-- I have my Work cut out for me." "Has threatened to disembowel me if I leave...turned it in my favor (No I will not elaborate) ^((A/N: I can actually elaborate-- but it's a little more mature))

• In most of my Pinescone, my Ford has beef with Wirt for no other reason that it makes me laugh, and Ford being overly suspicious of Wirt (cause my Wirt can be a bit of a sneaky bun bun), as well a critical because he just wants the best for Dipper (even though Wirt is the best. It's a long process of Ford warming up to Wirt-- the way Ford acts around Wirt, is the way Wirt acts around Jason Funderberker). But in this au, now Hunter!Wirt is more dangerous-- more deranged. A lot more aggressive, and it's openly on his sleeve. He actually can hurt Dipper (and has in his excitement/affection). Ford: How could you date something so unstable!? What could be possibly going through your head! Where did this come from? Dipper: (looking at Ford, knowing this man dated Bill Cipher) ...Gee, I wonder....

• Despite sometimes the uncertainty, or stability of Wirt, Dipper can also see underneath he's just a scared boy, desperately trying to be a good brother-- and you know Dipper has a soft spot for good sibling figures. Even though he's aware Greg isn't in the lantern-- he plays along. Example: Wirt waking up and finding Dipper reading to 'Greg' He was only supposed to nap-- he didnt want to be weak and vulnerable-- didn't want to leave his back turned. He woke up frazzled, and panicked-- turning to look for Dipper, expecting him to be gone, or trying to kill him in his sleep. Instead he finds Dipper reading to 'Greg', showing the lantern his journal as he talks about all he's uncovered about his brother.

• Dipper braids Wirt's hair like he learned how to do with Mabel, sometimes putting flowers in it, as he whispers praises and gentle words of comfort. (Mabel has also done a few different hairdo's with Wirt's long mane-- Wirt often feels like a small dog getting fluffed up in those moments, whereas with Dipper it's a little more relaxing with someone who matches his anxiety).

• The both aren't the biggest fans of baths, but they work through it together, Dipper often guiding Wirt into the bath, and usually distracting each other, by talking for hours. They both end up a little prune-y, and a little cleaner-- even if the water is a bit swampy when they get out.

• ((Slightly more suggestive for older Pinescone)): Hunter!Wirt: W-what if I lose control? What if I bite you? What if I I tear you apart in a frenzy? Dipper: ...promise? Hunter!Wirt: !!!! ??? (Not sure how to feel about that reaction)

• Housewife Dipper helping to make this cabin a home, as he softly studies Wirt and the unknown, while balancing the usual ups and downs that comes with his field of intrigue. He's a lot like Jane from Disney's Tarzan. Fascinated-- a bit afraid, but more willing to learn and understand. And the more he does- the more endeared he becomes.

((And those are some of the ideas-- I haven't even gotten into the Dr. Jekyll/Mr. Hyde au portion, but let me know if you want to hear more?))

I'm a little flustered after everything-- I hope you enjoy >///<

[imawholeassmood]

last part :)

Vi keeps her eyes squeezed shut as she pulls her lips away from Caitlyn’s temple, waiting for…who knows what. When she doesn’t hear anything, she opens one eye then the other.

Caitlyn looks the same - still beautiful, still sleeping.

Vi looks left, then right, turning her head, listening for signs that something is different. But there’s nothing. No beeping machines. No running doctors. No movement from Caitlyn.

Of course it wouldn’t work. She hangs her head in defeat.

“It’s not your fault, you know.”

Vi’s shoulders hunch up at the sound of Cassandra’s voice behind her. Had she seen what Vi had done? Not only did she kiss a freaking Counselor’s daughter without permission, but it didn’t even work. So much for Cassandra wanting to earn Vi’s trust.

“I would do anything for her to wake up.” Cassandra walks around the room, takes her place on the opposite side of Caitlyn’s bed from where Vi is standing, and looks at her daughter. “We have that in common.”

Vi doesn’t look at her, she can’t bring herself to face Cassandra Kiramman right now. Not with what she has to admit. The confession slips out of her, soft, scared, slightly shaky. “She’s here because of me.”

There’s a pause long enough for Vi to think Cassandra might be figuring out how to call Sheriff Grayson back here to pick her up after all.

“Violet,” Cassandra says, her voice uncharacteristically soft. “You didn’t do this to her. The people who did are in police custody. If anything, you’ve helped keep her alive. Thank you.”

Vi’s head almost whips up with the declaration of gratitude. Her daughter is unconscious in a hospital looking like she took a turn in a cement mixer and Cassandra Kiramman is thanking Vi. As she takes in the gentle look on Cassandra’s face, Vi can’t stop the tears from falling. She just feels so guilty. Her lifestyle, being from the under city. Caitlyn didn’t deserve someone like her. Someone who would almost certainly always be putting Caitlyn’s life in danger.

“I know what it’s like to blame yourself,” Cassandra says, squeezing Caitlyn’s hand. “Thinking if you’d done things differently this wouldn’t have happened.” Her voice comes out in a whisper on her next sentence. “Wishing you could take back the last thing you said.”

Vi doesn’t say anything, doesn’t do anything. She just waits.

“She was upset with me.”

***

Vi lays back in her own bed, thinking about what Cassandra had shared with her. About how she and Caitlyn had a fight earlier that day. How Caitlyn was mad at her for trying to “control her life” while Cassandra insisted she just wanted what was best for Caitlyn. Vi thinks about the headache she had that day and the tension she felt in her shoulders, wonders if that was Caitlyn.

What had Tobias said? The bond forms when the soulmates need it most. Did Caitlyn need her?

Dr. Kiramman walks into the room, interrupting Vi’s thoughts, a tray of coffees in his hand. He passes a cup to Vander before joining his wife on the other side of the room. Vi wants to ask him if the soulmate bond ever gets it wrong.

As she contemplates pressing for more information about soulmates, something Vander never spoke of before, the cup in Dr. Kiramman’s hand collapses when the lid pops off, spilling coffee over his hands and onto the floor. Vi watches as he shakes off his hands, wincing with the pain of the scalding hot liquid. Vi watches as Cassandra makes no indication of her own pain.

***

A flurry of commotion wakes Vi from her nap. She’s breathing better, like she’s getting more oxygen than she’d been able to pull into her lungs in days.

People swarm around her, a cluster of white coats and called out orders. Caitlyn’s bed is surrounded by doctors as well as Tobias and Cassandra. Vi can’t see what’s happening, but it doesn’t seem like anyone is panicking and Vi feels better than she has since she first woke up.

“It’s ok, kiddo,” Vander says next to her, his hand covering her forearm. “She’s awake.”

***

Caitlyn isn’t sure what’s happening. Her parents’ voices coo in her ears, giving words of comfort and affection. That can’t be good. Even as her eyes adjust to the bright lights and faces come into focus, she can’t make sense of where she is or how she got there.

Eventually, the voices and faces fade to two she knows.

“Hello, pumpkin,” her father says in his usual calm voice. “It’s good to see you.”

Caitlyn wants to respond, but finds her voice won’t come, her mouth a desert.

“It’s ok, love,” her dad says, sensing her confusion and worry, always able to soothe her. “You’re in the hospital. There was an accident but everyone’s ok. I’ll get you some juice.” He pats her arm, gives her a smile, and steps away from her bed.

Caitlyn follows him across the room and out the door, her eyes continuing to the bed next to her where a pair of light gray eyes watch her in wonder.

***

Vi doesn’t think she’s taken a breath since Caitlyn first looked at her. Bright blue eyes widened in shock when they first fell on Vi. She might have felt bad if Caitlyn’s cheeks hadn’t flushed pink, followed by her quickly averting her eyes. Vi is sure her own face matches her pink hair with the warmth that’s washed over her.

Despite herself, Vi can’t look away. She’s barely containing herself from reaching out or saying something. It doesn’t help that Caitlyn keeps glancing her way and pretending she isn’t.

For a moment, Vi forgets her worries about being Caitlyn’s soulmate. For a moment, it feels like nothing has ever been more right in her life. For a moment, Vi feels at peace.

That moment ends when Powder runs into the room, followed by Mylo and Claggor.

“Does this mean you can go home now the Piltie’s awake?” Mylo says, sounding annoyed.

Vi’s ribs are still too sore to smack him with any force, but that doesn’t stop her from trying. She whips her pillow at him and he deflects it with a “what?!”

Vi winces and holds her ribs. Vander interjects and sends Mylo to the cafeteria, Claggor following him out.

This is not the first impression Vi wanted to make.

“You’re so pretty!” Powder exclaims, standing next to Caitlyn’s bed, expressing Vi’s thoughts with such casualness she’s almost jealous.

Caitlyn blushes again at the compliment and Cassandra chuckles, actually chuckles.

“Caitlyn,” Cassandra says, “this is Powder. She’s going to be Jayce’s new protégé.”

“Jayce is going to help make my monkey bombs explode!”

Cassandra sighs and places a hand on Powder’s shoulder. “We’ll see.”

Vi watches the exchange, only partially listening as Powder rambles on about how excited she is, and Cassandra explains the idea is to create safety and peace through science, not weapons and conflict much to Powder’s dismay.

All the while Caitlyn listens about as much as Vi, her attention drifting to Vi’s bed more often than not.

“The doctor thinks only another day or two,” Vander says, reminding Vi of his presence. “We’ll all be happy to have you home.”

Home. In the under city. On the other side of the bridge from where Caitlyn will be.

Reality crashes back to Vi, knocking the wind out of her. She hears Caitlyn take a sharp breath next to her, but Vi can’t force herself to look. The ache in her chest grows as she thinks about how cruel the world can be, dangling something so beautiful before her that can never be hers.

***

This is the moment Caitlyn’s been waiting for. A few brief minutes of solitude where the only ones in the room are her and the pink-haired girl in the bed next to her with the same injuries. Her soulmate.

The person selected for her by the universe to be her partner in life. Caitlyn knows the soulmate bond isn’t a given. She knows it doesn’t mean your soulmate will be your one true love. She even knows it’s possible for soulmates to choose not to be in each other’s lives.

If the soulmates so choose, their bond is never sealed and their connection dims to a low ache, a gentle reminder of each other’s presence in the world.

But after one look at her soulmate, at Violet, as her mother called her, Caitlyn knew exactly what she wanted.

Though her throat is still raw from lack of use, she can resist no longer in communicating with Violet. She uses the pen and notepad her mother provided and scribbles “Hi! :)” on the page, holding it up for Violet to see.

And she knows Violet will see it because she hasn’t stopped looking at Caitlyn since Caitlyn opened her eyes.

At the girl’s amused expression, she wonders if the exclamation point was too much.

“Hi.”

Nope, not too much. Nothing will be too much for this girl. Caitlyn will give her everything she has.

“Violet?” she holds up this time.

Violet’s face scrunches.

“It’s just Vi.” Then. “Took you long enough.”

***

Vi cannot believe she said that. This beautiful, blushing girl who she’s been dying to meet greets her with enthusiasm and Vi…is Vi. “Sorry,�� she mumbles, hoping she hasn’t ruined this. But Caitlyn only smiles at her.

***

Vander watches through the window as Vi and Caitlyn greet each other. Their bashful smiles and tentative words enough to make him hopeful for Vi’s future.

“They have a long road ahead of them.”

The rich, accented voice of Sheriff Grayson comes from next to him.

“Do you think it’ll be different this time?” Vander says, not looking away from the girls.

“I think Cassandra will do anything for her daughter’s happiness,” Grayson says. “A kindness she would not extend to herself.”

Vander looks at Grayson, finds her weary and forlorn. He knows the feeling.

***

Vi is grateful Vander pushed the beds closer. It offers her the chance to reach over and grab Caitlyn’s hand whenever they have a moment to themselves, which come less frequently now the situation isn’t as dire.

Caitlyn, for her part, seems just as eager as Vi for the connection, testing her own injuries when she turned on her side to face Vi. They spend the hours sneaking glances and too short touches as people come and go to check on them.

Vi gets her chance when Cassandra announces she’ll be off to pack a bag for Caitlyn and Vander offers to walk her out. It’s likely to be their final time together before they leave the hospital and have to figure out what comes next.

For now, Vi slips out of her bed, walks over to Caitlyn’s. Caitlyn holds up the sheet for her. They settle into each other, Caitlyn resting her head on Vi’s chest as Vi wraps her arm around Caitlyn’s shoulder. Vi closes her eyes, succumbing to the calmness she feels wash over her.

***

Vander can’t help himself. He takes out his camera and raises it to snap a picture of Vi and Caitlyn asleep on Caitlyn’s bed. As he adjusts the angle, Vi, eyes closed, raises her arm and flips him the bird. Vander laughs and takes the picture.

You're in my heart, you're in my soul

@somewillwin thank you for your adorable caitvi soulmates au.

part 1, I guess :) also on A03

As the pain radiates through her wrist up to her shoulder, the only thought in Vi’s head is she’s glad Powder’s not with her. Deckard’s cheap shot, hitting her with a bat to the head as she rounded the corner was low, even for him. Vi fought back as best she could, dazed from the headwound, but her disorientation had her missing more punches than she landed. She didn’t often stroll through the under city alone and tonight she was getting a tough reminder as to why that was.

But the headache she felt earlier and the overwhelming tension that pulled at her shoulders required her to get out and move her body. It was unlike anything she’d experienced before and, to her knowledge, completely unaccounted for. Vi didn’t get headaches and she certainly never felt her body tense the way it had earlier that day.

Another wrenching blow to the gut forces a breathy cough from Vi’s lungs as she hunches and heaves to fill her lungs. Deckard’s men are relentless with their attacks, kicking her while she’s down. This is it, she thinks as images of Powder, Mylo, and Claggor flash before her, I’m going to die.

***

“Caitlyn!” Cassandra’s voice comes out loud and strained as she rushes across the room to her unmoving daughter on the floor. “Tobias!” she shouts, dropping to the ground and grabbing Caitlyn into her arms. Caitlyn doesn’t respond to her mother’s panicked cries.

“Cassandra, what is i-“ Tobias’s calm demeanor disappears when he sees his wife and daughter. He rushes over to them on the floor and starts looking Caitlyn over. Blood gushes from an open wound on her head, bruises mar other parts of her face, and her wrist is twisted unnaturally. “I’ll call the hospital and let them know we’re on our way. Hold this here.” Tobias presses a handkerchief to Caitlyn’s head and waits for Cassandra to take over before rushing out of the room.

***

Claggor kicks the door to The Last Drop open and Mylo calls out for Vander. They’re holding Vi’s limp body between them.

“The sofa,” Vander says, pointing to the worn down and stained piece of furniture. Mylo and Claggor carry Vi across the room and ease her onto the torn fabric. “Keep Powder out of here,” Vander says, looking over Vi’s swollen and bruised face, her features unrecognizable. His fingers tremble only slightly as he slowly moves them to Vi’s throat, pressing two fingers against the skin under her jaw. He nearly bursts into tears when he finds a faint pulse.

Powder’s cries behind him sting in his chest as he hears his sons try their best to keep her away. She shouldn’t see her sister like this. None of them should. “I’m gonna get you help, kid,” he says, standing.

“I want to see Vi!” Powder says in a cry-yell when Vander slips into the back room with her and her brothers. Vander takes a deep breath to keep his emotions in check.

“I’m taking your sister to the hospital,” he says, “I need you all to stay here and look after each other. I don’t know how long I’ll be gone.”

“I want to see her,” Powder says, face stained with tears.

“Powder,” Vander says, placing a hand on her shoulder, “you know these two can’t take care of themselves. Even though she’d never admit it, Vi would hate to see anything happen to them.” Powder sniffs and wipes her hand under her nose. “I know you want to see your sister,” Vander continues, “but right now I need you to take care of her brothers so I can take care of her. Ok?”

Powder gives a reluctant head nod. “That’s my girl. And you two,” Vander says, looking at Claggor and Mylo. He doesn’t have the words to thank them. They seem to understand his meaning as they each give him a nod of recognition. Before he slips out the door, he turns back to his kids. “I’ll be back as soon as I can to come get you all.”

***

“I don’t care what it costs, you save my daughter.”

“I assure you, Mrs. Kiramman,” the hospital administrator says in a neutral tone, “Caitlyn is receiving the best care. We’ve called in our specialists to tend to her.”

Tobias squeezes his arm around his wife’s waist. “Caitlyn’s doctors are the best in the hospital,” he reassures Cassandra.

Cool air from the night breezes around them as the hospital’s main doors open and a booming voice calls out. “My daughter needs help.”

Tobias and Cassandra turn to see the hulking figure and the unconscious girl in his arms. She looks so small against his large frame. Tobias sees them first, the wounds on the girl’s face and body. He moves over the man.

“What happened to her?” he asks, looking over Vi’s form.

“She was mugged. Are you a doctor?”

“I am, but I’m not on duty.”

“Then you’re no help to us.” Vander pushes past Tobias, stepping up to the administrator. “Please, she needs a doctor.”

The man eyes Vander and Vi, scanning them from head to toe, looking put-out by their presence. Vander, covered in sweat from the journey, and Vi in her torn clothes covered in blood and dirt certainly stand out next to buttoned up waistcoats and matching silk nightgowns of the Kirammans. Vander knew it would be a risk bringing Vi all the way to Piltover, but the hospitals are far superior to the ones in the under city. “I think you may be in the wrong hospital.”

“I’ll see her,” Tobias says.

“Dr. Kiramman, I don’t-“

“I insist.”

“Tobias, what are you?” Cassandra says, stepping up to her husband. He nods his head in Vi’s direction, just enough to get his wife to look. She scans the girl whose limbs dangle loosely in the large man’s arms, stopping at the familiar headwound. She turns back to her husband and says in a hushed voice, “I’ll make sure Caitlyn receives the best care. You take care of her.”

Tobias presses a kiss to Cassandra’s forehead before turning back to Vander.

“Follow me, Mister?”

“Vander.”

“Vander. I’m Tobias,” he says, pressing a palm to his chest. “Let’s get your daughter patched up.”

***

Vander sits in the lumpy hospital chair next to Vi’s bed as Tobias makes some checks of the machines. “Not that I’m not grateful for what you’ve done,” Vander says, “it just doesn’t seem like it’s enough for her wounds.”

Tobias turns to him with a soft smile on his lips. “I assure you, Vander,” he says, “your daughter’s received the best care in this hospital. She’s going to be ok.”

At that, Vander rises from his seat. “A few bandages and a breathing machine,” he says pointing to Vi and the tubes running from her mouth, “are hardly the best care. When did these specialists see her?”

Tobias, aiming to assuage the man twice his size, holds up his hands in surrender. “I apologize, allow me to explain. Shortly before you arrived, my wife, Cassandra, and I brought in our daughter, Caitlyn, after finding her unconscious on her bedroom floor. She looked like she’d been hit by a bus. We, understandably, had no idea what happened and brought her here where we have quite a bit of influence.” He keeps talking as Vander looks at him with a mix of confusion and impatience on his face. “Then you arrived with Vi here who shares remarkably similar injuries to Caitlyn’s. Now, I don’t know what you believe, but, um.”

“You think my Vi and your Caitlyn are?”

“I do,” Tobias said in earnest. “And if that’s the case, then Vi has been treated by the best doctors in this hospital, my wife has made sure of it.”

Vander scratches at his jaw, a playful smile toying at his lips. “Oh, Vi is gonna get a kick out of this.”

***

“Excuse me, Mister,” Cassandra pauses, unsure of herself with such casualty, “Vander?”

Vander rises from the chair to greet the woman still dressed in her silk nightgown who looks like she’s slept as much as Vander has over the past eighteen hours. He’s glad to know he’s not the only one this is taking a toll on, though he’s surprised to find the woman hasn’t managed to get ahold of a change of clothes, given her dress. Seeming to read Vanders mind, she tugs at the belt around her waistcoat to tighten the knot.

“I’m Cassandra, my husband has been treating your daughter.”

“Yes, come in. I, thank you. Both of you for what you’ve done for Vi.”

Cassandra stands in the doorway, looking uncertain about whether or not she should enter the room, despite Vander’s offer. She glances at Vi before ducking her head and bringing her attention back to Vander.

“I wanted to apologize for the way you and your daughter were treated when you first arrived. I’ve never been a fan of the administration here, but now I have something I can work with, and I assure you, I will be doing something about it.”

Vander isn’t sure what to make of that statement or what to say in response. “Ok,” is all he manages to get out in the awkward silence.

“I believe Tobias has made you aware of our suspicions about our girls?” Cassandra says, breaking the silence. Vander is relieved at the change of topic.

“Yes.”

“Yes. Well, I was thinking they might heal faster if they were nearer to each other,” Cassandra says. “I’d like to have Vi moved, if you’re ok with it.”

Vander looks at Vi who continues to lay in bed without any signs of regaining consciousness. The bruising and swelling of her face are in full effect and he’s not even sure she could open her eyes if she wanted. The air tube covering her nose and mouth, the saline drip attached to the back of her hand, and a slew of other wires running from her fragile body to various machines chokes Vander with the emotions he’s been holding back since Mylo and Claggor first dragged her into their home. At this point, he’d do anything for her to wake up.

“I don’t know much about how any of this works,” he says, turning back to Cassandra, “so I’ll follow your lead if you think it’ll help.”

***

Vi comes to with a pounding in her head and the inability to fully open her eyes. That’s probably a good thing if the brightness behind her swollen eyelids is any indicator to how brights the lights of the space she’s in are. Regardless, she tries to open her eyes anyway.

“Hey, kiddo,” she hears Vander’s rough voice say and feels his calloused hands cover one of her own. She doesn’t have enough strength or energy to adjust to his touch and when she tries to speak, she discovers her very dry mouth is covered by something that stops her. “I’ll get the doc,” Vander speaks again, his voice hiding a slight tremor. “See what we can do about that breather.”

Vi’s not sure how much time passes before she’s jostled awake again, this time her mouth free of the plastic contraption. Her eyes don’t seem to be working any better, but she makes out a blurry figure standing next to where she lays.

“Hi, Vi. I’m Dr. Kiramman.” The man’s voice is soft and surprisingly comforting. “It’s really great to see you awake.”

If Vi didn’t know any better, she’d say his voice shared the slight tremor she heard in Vander’s earlier.

“I’ve got some water here, if you’d like,” he continues. She nods, or at least, thinks she does. When the soft touch of a straw taps against her lips, she parts them and tries her best to get some of the liquid her parched mouth craves. It’s not as easy a task as it used to be and water dribbles down her chin.

“I’ll let Cassandra know.” Vander speaks again. She didn’t even know he was still in the room.

“Actually, Vander,” the man, Dr. Kiramman, says more casually than Vi would expect, “I think we should wait on that. Give Caitlyn a little more time.”

***

Vi wake again, she assumes some time later if her eyesight is anything to go by. She looks around with more ease than the first time she’d tried and her vision isn’t as blurry.

“Hello, again, Vi,” a soothing voice says. She turns to the man in the white coat, stepping up to her bedside. “It’s Dr. Kiramman. How are you feeling?”

“Like I fell off a bridge.”

The man chuckles. “I appreciate the honesty.”

“Vander?”

“Vander’s gone to check on your siblings. I told him I’d stay here with you until he got back.”

A million thoughts race through Vi’s head and she doesn’t know which question she wants to ask first. How long has she been here? How long has Vander been away from Powder? Why would the doctor offer to stay with her?

Her breaths quicken with the growing panic rising in her chest. It’s all a little too much for her right now.

“It’s ok, Vi,” Dr. Kiramman says, his voice calm. “You’re safe.”

Her eyes dart around the room, landing on a figure laying in a bed next to her, wires and machines matching her own.

Vi’s panic subsides, draining out of her as she looks at the girl. Dark hair is all she can make out around the bruising and breathing machine on her face, but she looks to be about Vi’s age.

“This is my daughter,” the man Vi’d forgotten was in the room with her says. “Caitlyn.” Vi turns back to him to see his eyes have glossed over as he tries to hold back tears. He clears his throat. “I do wish you’d have met under different circumstances.”

“What happened to her?” Vi rasps out, her throat suddenly dry as she turns back to look at Caitlyn’s unconscious form.

Dr. Kiramman is quiet for a long while. Vi hardly notices the silence as she takes in as much of Caitlyn’s features as she can. Vi is sure she’s the most beautiful girl she’s ever seen.

“What do you know about soulmates?” Dr. Kiramman finally says.

[fictionadventurer]

One day, I will wake up and the Wiggles version of "The Rattlin' Bog" will not be in my head.

[francixoxoxo]

GUYS I HIT 100 FOLLOWERS WTF THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH I LOVE YOU AAAAAAALLLLLL

[knaveofmogadore]

You ever wake up from a dream so fucked that you have to sit there for 10 minutes after waking to rewrite the ending so that you can move on with your day or are you normal

[starswallowingsea]

that vaccine do have side effects

[jinstronaut]

this is also why i stopped using my tracked tag for a while tbh

[snzyspencer]

Currently fascinated with the idea of two (or more) snzfuckers betting on sneezes.

Placing down a dollar for every sneeze they think they can induce out of someone else. How much they think the other person can induce themselves. Etc.

Playing jeopardy style where you can’t guess above the actual number, so the other person tries to tease just one more sneeze out of themselves to get the winnings.

Betting on different tools, which will be best for inducing.

Using the winnings from previous round to “purchase” better tools from a table to induce yourself.

I think there’s a lot of directions snzfuckers can go with this, turning it into foreplay for date night or even a literal gambling game for money with a group of people

[astralprisms]

WHEN WILL I FINISH THIS GAME. WHEN. ARGH.

[wishmemel]

the way my page has regressed to me just trying to keep up with my moots — i am sooo tired rn n just trying to make sure everyone else is doing well <33

[lightblueminecraftorchid]

Me, yesterday, 5:30 PM: wow I’m honestly doing so great at my adult tasks; I’ve gotten some homework done, I went grocery shopping, my laundry is almost dry. I spent so many spoons and I barely feel tired! Maybe I’m finally fully recovering from burnout!

Me, yesterday, 6:00 PM: oh.

[icharchivist]

Orologia's theme just came on on YouTube and it got me thinking about how important that final fight is

Everyone (the Eternals) whose lives were made better by Orologia, fighting together to help them, even though they never asked for it. They never asked for anyone's help and were content to toil for eons without a thanks

Their child of a million timelines extending a hand and saying "I see you and I see what you've done for me. You've done so much for everyone and never thought about yourself once. But I'm not going to just let you sacrifice yourself here"

And then they use their powers, the powers that are the reason for all of this, really, to save their own parent from the brink of death

Just refusing to go with destiny. Love prevailing. Physically altering the course of destiny

It's so good

It's poetry

I started crying listening to the song and thinking about this

I will never be okay

momdad..................

But same the song always bring back the memories of this final fight. And tbh i mostly always think about MC in particular because this is the focus of the event, how Logia wanted MC to have the happiest of life even though MC should by all account never know about how much Logia influenced their happiness.

But it's not just MC right... Everyone we know is allowed to a sort of happiness because Logia wanted the best life for them too. Because they were potential friends, because they were potential tragedies, because they just wanted to make sure they'll have a good future.

Especially Seox whom they had watched over in the simulations so many times too.... Trying to give them a happy life, having to accept that they will have to put this child through hell in order to make sure he'll have the happiest life possible down the line despite the grief and the guilt.

But everyone who's fighting Orologia during that fight, that Logia expects will kill them.... None of them are aware of just how hard Logia has been trying to have all of them have a happy life. None of them know how much Logia has loved them and wanted the best for them.

It could have been so easy for everyone involved to just see Orologia as a threat to the skyrealm that they needed to take down. Orologia wanted to keep them in ignorance so it would have been easy for them to do that.

But with the dragons explaining Orologia's situation, with MC probably having seen some of the simulation, they all saw this dragon on rampage and all thought, if we can stop it, if we can give them a happy ending, then so be it.

Orologia spent their life giving away and being a silent watcher to make sure everyone would have a happy ending, even if it meant they would die. Instead everyone, without even realizing the impact Orologia had on their lives, defied fate so that They would have a happy ending as well.

Orologia was saved by the love they had given silently.

And also and also thinking about how Orologia has a breakdown early in the event because MC keeps dying because they're "too kind", that they hold back from killing their enemies because Logia raised them with so much love MC holds back and shares happiness with them instead, and it's not enough to keep MC safe, and it's why Logia has to face they have to leave MC's life.... Only for MC to save Logia because they held back, because they wanted to share this happiness with Logia, because they were too kind. And instead of killing MC or Logia it saved both of them.

AND WHILE AT ITTTT the song is in dragon speech so it's already delicate for us to know the meaning BUT BY FUCKING GOD ONCE TRANSLATED TO ENGLISH

irrationally messed up by the "Thank you, you of the present, hello, nice to meet you", the idea of this unconditional love they're already giving to this version of us they have never met of us, but that they already love anyway because it's us, and that they are happy they can meet us, for real, this time, outside of a simulation

Just defying Fate, and a Miracle was enough. And it's worth it. and i'm crying. God. Orologia......

[nerdie-faerie]

The naps I take after pulling an all nighter where I just collapse for however long I have before dinner are always the best sleep I'll ever have